One of the first things I learned as a whore was that clients come into the brothel for many different reason. One of the most popular reasons was to live out a fantasy. One of my favorite clients was a man that was in his 50's, he wanted me to help him play out the fantasy her had about he and his mother on his 18th birthday. Both he and I loved doing that fantasy and often did variations of it.
In his fantasy, he is in bed, late morning of the day he turned 18. One of the reasons why he liked playing this with me is because I was a BBW with big tits, like his mother was. I hope you enjoy it as much as we did. It is written from the mother's perspective.
This is Becca, I am just getting home from the brothel. I stink! I am covered in dried cum, sweat, piss and even bits of shit. I have dried spittle on my face from where a bunch of guys got together and spit all over me before fucking me. In spite of all that, I enjoy my work and the money is good.
As I start to go into the bathroom, I look into my son's room. I am confused, Nate, my son, is still in bed. He is always at school at this time. As I peek into his room, he is covered by a sheet. I am curious so I sneak in and lift his sheet to find out he is naked.
I smile to myself, his cock is semi hard and is still impressive. It is quite long and thick as well. I would love to have that cock inside me. I also notice that he has some cum dripping from the tip.
I am thinking to myself, he came home to jerk off and then fell asleep? That makes no sense at all. I drop the sheet and then reach over to wake him up.
I say gently, "Nate, Nate, wake up dear."
I watch as he starts to wake up and when he sees me, he seems to be uneasy. "Hi Mom, I didn't hear you come in."
I lean over and his his cheek and as I do, I see his nose wrinkle. "Mom, are you okay? I don't mean to be rude, but you smell. Are you feeling okay?"
Think to myself, "Oh shit, I should have showered first!" I always made it a point to go right into the shower when I come home from clients before I get close to anyone.
I try to cover, "I am sorry Nate, I had just gone for a walk and I guess I got all sweaty. I am sorry dear."
Nate just smiled and said, "That's okay Mom, I kinda like the smell."
I asked, "What are you doing home dear? Aren't you supposed to be at school?"
I could see his eyes dart around, knowing he is about to tell me a lie. Before he can, I decide to confront his straight out, "Look Nate, I know you are naked underneath the sheets and your cock is dripping. If you came home to watch porn and jerk off, I am going to be real angry at you!"
He knew he was caught and tried to turn the tables, "Mom, I am 18 years old and entitled to my privacy. You should respect that!"
I responded, "You may be 18, but you are still living in my house and I am your Mom. That means I will say and do anything if I am worried about your welfare. Now get over it and tell me what happened."
Defeated he said, "I was getting ready for school when Mrs. Henderson came over to wish me a Happy Birthday. She was acting kind of funny and said, now that I was 18, she wanted to help me celebrate. She unbuttoned her blouse and before I knew what was happening, we were in bed and we were, um you know...."
I finished the sentence for him, "You were fucking!"
I never use foul language in front of Nate, so that shocked him. "Mom! Don't talk like that. Besides, she confused me. I mean she never acted like that before and insisted I call her 'Molly' as we fucked. Then after we were done, she kissed me and said, 'I can't wait till Becca finds out."
I could see that he was confused and decided, now was the time for me to tell him the truth. "I am Becca dear and Mrs. Henderson work together and she uses the name Molly at work."
I could see he was confused, so I smiled, "I had planned to tell you everything when you got home from school today Nate, but it looks like I am going to tell you now. I had this all planned dear. I was going to fuck you for your birthday. I wanted to be your first."
I loved the look in his eyes, she was both shocked and excited. I put my hand lovingly on his face and asked, "Do you trust me dear?"
"Of course I do Mom."
"Then I am going to ask you to do something strange. I want you to reach up and put your hands by your headboard. I am going to tie you down dear and then I will explain it all to you."
I could see both confusion and excitement in his eyes but he did as I asked him to and I reached into my pocketbook to take out the leather cuffs I brought home for just this occasion. I kissed his lips and then tied him to the headboard.
I wondered if he realized I had seen his browser history and knew he had fantasies about bondage play.