I don't understand how my father could abandon my mother for a woman who was less attractive and refined. I was in the Army at the time. When I received Mom's letter bearing the bad news, I became concerned for her welfare. She was a housewife with no skills outside of the kitchen. Who would hire an unskilled woman of thirty-six? When I sent her half of my pay, she put it in a bank account in my name. It is just as well. I probably would have squandered it on drinking, gambling and whoring.
My mother Sylvia was an exceptionally beautiful woman. I'm sure that if she had put her mind to it, she could have been a model or actress. Instead, she chose to be a housewife and mother. Throughout my childhood and adolescence, she treated me with extraordinary kindness. I loved her dearly and wanted only the best for her.
When I returned to the States after my discharge, I was surprised to find her living in an expensive apartment on Park Avenue. She could not have afforded such a plush apartment on the pittance that I sent her. "You must have found a very good job to afford this place," I said. "Yes, I get by," she said with a sly smile. Mom was a superb cook. To celebrate my homecoming, she prepared my favorite dishes. It was a welcome change from Army chow. While we ate, she brought me up to date on family news. She said she hadn't heard a word from my father and didn't even have his address or phone number. "I hope I never see him again," she said.
She handed a bank book across the table and said, "Son, here is all of the money that you sent me. I didn't send it back because I didn't want to hurt your feelings. I thought that if I saved it for you, you would have a nice nest-egg to get you started in civilian life."
I was more confused than ever. "Mom, how have you survived? This place must cost a fortune. The furniture alone is probably worth more than the house we used to live in. Your fancy clothes obviously came from the finest stores. I don't understand."
"After you've rested for a few days, we'll have a little talk," she said. "Until then you will just have to trust me."
Mom was even more beautiful than she had been when I left home. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She smiled when she caught me ogling her cleavage. I couldn't help it. No healthy young man could have ignored the canyon between those twin peaks. I went to bed with a full stomach and a very hard cock. As I jacked off, I fantasized about stuffing my cock down her cleavage. I came so hard that I saw stars.
The following evening after dinner, Mom emerged from her bedroom dressed to the nines. I had never seen her look so hot. "I'm going out for the evening, dear," she said. "Don't wait up for me. I'll be very late." After she left, my curiosity got the best of me and I took a look at her bedroom, the only room she had not shown me. I was shocked to see the mirrored ceiling above the large bed. Two other large mirrors on wheels were placed at the corners of the bed. When I stripped and stretched out on the bed, I saw myself from three different angles. Watching myself jack off was almost like participating in a circle jerk.
Mom returned the next morning while I was eating breakfast. She had the look of a woman who has just received a good fucking. She sat across the table from me and confirmed my suspicions. "I might as well get this over with," she began. "You'll find out sooner or later. I make a very good living as a prostitute. I don't walk the streets. I'm a call girl. Most of my clients are wealthy men who can afford the best, and I am the best. I only do one or two men a night. If a client is single, I usually go to his place. If he is married, he usually comes here unless his wife wants in on the action. I spent last night in bed with a very rich couple."
By the time she finished, I had a raging hard-on. "I didn't get much sleep last night so I will probably sleep most of the day," she said. "I have a guest coming tonight. You're welcome to stay if you like. I'll take him straight to the bedroom. Sometimes I have a tendency to get a little loud during sex, but you probably won't be able to hear anything from your room."
I suppose I should have been shocked but I wasn't. I was actually more excited than anything else. I had already come to the conclusion that Mom was a hooker. The only other profession that she could have gone into was restaurant chef, but they don't make enough money to afford the classy apartment that she had.
Her guest that night was a handsome man in his sixties with silver hair, a perfect tan, and a brilliant smile. "This is my son," Mom said. "He just got out of the Army and is staying with me until he finds a job." I shook a hand that probably caressed my mother's pussy a few minutes later.
I waited for awhile and then went to a room adjoining Mom's bedroom and put a water glass between the wall and my ear. I heard Mom's moans and the sounds of her thighs slapping against his belly. I pulled out my nine-inch cock and began to stroke. "Oh, God, yes, that's good," Mom said. "Drive it in deeper and harder. Fuck me faster. YES! THAT'S IT! SHOVE THAT COCK IN ME! UHU..UHU..UHU..UHU..I'M CUMMING!" The sound of my mother's orgasmic wails sent me over the edge and I shot my load on the floor.
After cleaning up the mess, I was overcome with guilt and spent the rest of the evening in my room. The next day I went out looking for a job. I had been a rifleman in the Army and I soon discovered that there was no demand for that profession in civilian life. To make matters worse, the country was in the grip of a recession and even the lowliest jobs were filled. I grew more discouraged each day. A month passed and I still didn't have a job. Then Mom made me an offer that I could not refuse.
"Son, I make enough for both of us, but I know that you have too much pride to live on my money. Some of my clients have asked about having you in the room watching us fuck. They will pay plenty for the thrill of fucking me in front of you. Some of them like to make videotapes to masturbate with later. The tapes would be much more interesting if I had a cameraman. That could be your job. You could even serve drinks. There are a lot of things that you could do to make yourself useful."
My curiosity about what went on in her room had become almost unbearable. Listening to the sounds through the wall only made it worse. My itch had to be scratched. I didn't want to seem too eager, so I hesitated before answering. "Okay, Mom, I'll do whatever I can to help."
The same sixty-something gentleman who had been there before was the first to have the pleasure of my company while he fucked my mother. Mom gave me a sly wink as they went into her room. Her signal caused my heart to race with excitement. Fifteen minutes later, Mom emerged wearing nothing but nylons and a garter belt. She was absolutely stunning! Her pear-shaped tits were even nicer than they had been in my imagination. A slightly-rounded tummy gave her a voluptuous look that I find irresistible. Her pussy-pelt was immaculately groomed. All of that beauty was supported by two long, sleek legs. As I lost all control over my cock, it strained against the fabric of my pants. She saw my boner but said nothing.
"He paid a hundred dollars extra to have you as an audience," she said. "Here's your pay." She stuffed a crisp, new bill in my shirt pocket, then took me by the hand and led me into her bedroom. The old man was stretched out naked on the bed with his ample cock in his hand. "Come sit over here where you'll have a good view," he said. I was shaking from excitement as I took a chair next to the bed.
