All fictional characters in the story who are involved in sexual situations and incidents are over the age of eighteen.
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Helena slowly opened her eyes and turned to look at the sleeping man next to her. Her face expressionless she simply pulled his arm and hand off her tit resting it gently back by his side. She sat up and turned stretching out her long legs crawling from the lush expensive hotel bed.
She picked up her black satin boy short style panties off the floor and silently went into the bathroom to clean her self up with a quick shower to wash any traces of the guy out and off her body. About ten minutes later she was back in the dark room looking at the red glow of the hotels alarm clock which read 4:04 AM.
She quickly got dried and dressed and gathered up her belongings placing them in her work satchel. lastly as quietly as possible trying not to disturb the man she unhand cuffed his right wrist from the bed frame. And removed the leather bindings and five foot length of rope holding his ankles to the bottom bed frame post's.
Storing those safely away in her satchel she collected the rather large stack of cash off the elegant night stand and exited the room. In the stillness of the early morning Helena made her way out of the hotels entrance flipping open her cell phone to check for messages then called a cab company she kept on speed dial for the ride home.
On the ride home lost in thought, Helena mused about the client she had just serviced. He was a weird one. The bondage she understood perfectly but it was the being asked to roll play as the mans father and use a strap-on while slapping & anally abusing the guy without lube at his request. That left her shaking her head with a little chuckle.
Helena knew she had several according to most freaky fetishes so she decided not to be judge mental. But seriously why did he want a dirty feather duster stuffed in his mouth? It didn't really work as a gag and just left her scratching her head at that one..
About forty minutes later, Helena entered her apartment setting her keys on a hall table and quietly made her way down the hall past her sons closed bedroom door. She stopped and slowly opened the door entering. As she stood by the bed gazing down upon him she bent over and gently kissed his lips in between one of his cute little light snores.
Her lips near his ear, She whispered softly to his dreams. "You don't know just how much I love you baby." then in the darkness faded from his room as quietly as she had entered closing the door behind her.
Bryce, rolled over onto his back eyes still closed. He smiled in his hazy sleep and whispered to the silence knowing she had left. "And you mother don't know how much I'm in love with you..." five to ten minutes later Bryce was snoring again.
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Helena set her work satchel on a chair in the corner knowing she would have to sort it later and buy more condoms and lube soon.
And definitely clean off her strap-on and other toys in the morning and walked over to her bed. She reached under and pulled out a shoe box setting it on top the comforter and opened it. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the hand full of bills.
The client having payed for dinner and the room, had still been very generous. After counting out 3,000 in cash she decided she would definitely see this client again.
She marked off a total notation on the inside of the box lid and put the cash inside closing it. Helena smiled to herself as she slide the almost full box back under the bed next to three others. And a dust covered metal base ball bat.
Helena started pealing out of her evening wear work close and headed towards the bathroom to change into a yellow sheer baby doll nighty and brush her teeth. She giggle out loud thinking "Damn I've been working to hard, gonna need another box soon."
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At 8:20 AM walking down the hallway Helena paused to pound on her sons door in her every day occurrence. And Yelled out "Hey sleepy head time for school!, Get that cute butt of yours out of bed... "
She continued on towards the kitchen and the ever life saving coffee pot. About thirty minutes later a still groggy Bryce finally wandered into the kitchen and plopped down on a kitchen stool. Then stood right back up again to raid the refrigerator for a tall container of apple cider and a glass from the cupboard.
Helena stood munching on a piece of toast with cinnamon sprinkled on it just longingly gazing at every lean muscle on his body and the impressive morning wood bulge in his light blue boxers.
She just sighed and turned away for another slice of toast before straightening her conservative dress blouse and jacket strolling past him and kissing him on his forehead with a light peck she said "Have a great day at school babe, and try not to break to many hearts." She mussed his hair wildly and headed out the door to her primary job.
Bryce just groaned. Wild thoughts of the way her business suit hugged her large breasts and every perfect curve and the sensual contact of her fingers gliding through his hair was making his raging hard on painful. He stood up and went right back to the bathroom for some relief. As he thought about the words she whispered to him in the night and his favorite mental image of her in lacy sheer all white baby doll lingerie he had seen in the wash one day about a year ago.
Bryce's aim was anything but accurate. He missed the sink and four thick spurts blasted the mirror only to drip back down on his electric razor. After the muscles in his arms relaxed and his vision cleared he looked down at the new mess. Bryce laugh out loud. "Damn! Where's a bulls eye and handy wipe when you need one!"
Some time later it occurred to him it was Saturday his mother must have forgotten there wasn't any school today. Bryce went into his room and started up his desktop computer. Then headed into the kitchen for a bowel of oatmeal and a banana. Twenty minutes later deep in thought Bryce was sitting at his computer desk watching one of a hundred or so very specific porn videos stored on his hard drive. Other then loving his mother in every way possible, the second most passionate thing he cared about was playing out on his screen.
A decent looking blond porn star was laying on a table getting a very through full body massage. Every last muscle, tendon, and joint taking care of by masterful hands. Bryce didn't much care for the small tits or the blond hair on her but that wasn't the point. The video was an hour and a half long with in depth instructions and commentary.
Bryce wasn't getting aroused he was making diagrams and taking notes. on everything from using grape seed oil, for antioxidants and giving the client that just had a large glass of great wine without having drank anything happy feeling. To pressure points. aroma therapy, and acupuncture.
About the time he was starting a second and third video playing in smaller window's. Bryce wondered about how long it would take him to save up enough money for and expensive but quality table of his own, the proper training course's and a Masseuse or Chiropractor license. His thoughts were interrupted by the on screen sound of screaming as the blond had a violent orgasm squirting pussy juice all over the instructors fingers, hand and the table.
Bryce just smiled smugly to himself, thinking about his mother again...
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At 9:00 AM Sharp. Helena was back in her normal routine of saying hello to her coworkers. Getting her ass felt up by the sleazy branch manager, and then sitting down in her chair. Taking a sip from her 'I HEART MY SON' coffee mug and putting out the open window teller name plate.
Calling out "I can help the next person in line please." she sighed from annoyance as she finally looked at who was actually next in line. After several other people got the old women's attention and directed her to start moving. Helena faked and Oscar worthy smile and said "Good morning Mrs. Greeley, How can I help you today?" after waiting a minute or two of watching the old women digging in her purse, she reminded her that her glasses were not lost just on top her head like always.
Mrs. Greeley just laughed and then launched into a conversation for the next five minutes about how you should never grow old. talking about the weather and everything else that isn't important.
Helena once again asked her how she could help her today getting the old women back on track. Mrs. Greeley after a long moments pause and scatter brained smile just stated "oh, I'm just depositing my SS check, and I'd like to transfer 50.00 to my grand sons college saving account."... "Why schooling is just getting so darned expensive these days I can't believe it." then droned on for another several minutes about her grandsons athletic achievements.
As Helena filled out the women's deposit slip. She remembered the boxes under her bed thinking her and the old lady actually had something they can agree on. And secondly looking at the clock and seeing she was only fourteen minutes into her work shift it was already promising to be a very long day.
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Around five thirty after bank closing. Helena was sitting back in her car, disposable phone to her ear jotting down two address in a note book. After a few "umm hmm's" and "Thanks Dee. Yeah I got it. Talk to you later." She closed the phone and slipped it back into her clutch purse.
Unwrapping and taking a bite of a left over delivered turkey sandwich from lunch. Helena started up the car and turned on the radio to the sound of 'I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas' playing a bit to loudly. So after adjusting the volume and pulling out of the parking lot. It occurred to her she still hadn't even thought about or given her self time to shop for Bryce's presents this year with Christmas only six days away.
Well she said out loud over the music as the stray though entered he mind. If I can't find something for him last minute. Maybe I should just drop to my knees and give him the best fucking Blow Job of his life. I'm pretty sure that's a present he wouldn't want to return. Helena burst out laughing so hard her eye's misted up and her ribs hurt.
By half way home her thoughts had changed course and although her ribs were no longer hurting. Thinking about doing all sorts of very wrong things to Bryce had her panties soaked. Helena pulled into the apartment complex's parking lot and parked in her spot. Looking around and seeing no one. Helena loosened the buttons and zipper on her dress slacks and slid her hand down into her panties.
A few minutes and a lot of furious stroking to her clit with her thumb while two fingers grinned around in circles inside her spasming pussy. Helena's back arched, head back eyes closed tight. She Screamed out Bryce's name
She sat there for a long time calming her spent body and mind in the afterglow of the latest Bryce induced nirvana.
She thought "For all my clients I fake it but not for my son. Oh God how I love him so."
After a minute to take her soaked panties off and mopping her pussy somewhat clean. She stuffed them in her purse put her pants back on and exited the car and heading on up the steps to home and him.
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She entered the apartment and headed right for her room announcing loudly.
