The following is a work of fiction and not intended to be taken as anything other.
Susan Warner impatiently tapped her feet. So far the day had not progressed as she would have normally expected. She was sat in the waiting room of a sexual health clinic waiting for her son David to finish his appointment. She was uncomfortable, not only with the surroundings but also the inhabitants. Semi-comatose college students leered at her through drunken eyes, whilst ashen faced young girls tried to avoid her gaze. They were all around David's age, though she ruefully mused that none of their parents had bothered to accompany them for moral support. Probably because they were too scared to let them know that something was wrong. She still remembered the feeling of shock when David had tearfully confessed his predicament to her. He had recently celebrated his 18th birthday party and after a meal with his family had gone out for a few beers with his friends. Except of course, young men being as they are, a "few" beers had quickly escalated into an all-night bender. David, in his drunken stupor, had got separated from his friends and found himself in one of the seedier parts of town. He eventually returned home in the early hours of the morning; Susan was concerned at his late arrival and his quiet demeanor over the next few days but merely attributed it to playful hi-jinks during his birthday.
A couple of weeks later however, the truth had come out. David came to his mother saying he was ill. Naturally she was concerned.
"It's not something serious is it David? We should tell your father."
"No Mom!!! We can't tell Dad. It's...Oh God what a mess."
Susan scrutinized her son's face; she had rarely seen him this crestfallen. His handsome features betrayed a heavy heart.
"David, what's wrong? Tell me."
David gulped for air and suddenly blurted it out. "Mom, I paid a hooker for sex."
Susan recoiled in shock. She couldn't believe what her darling son had just told her. "What?!"
"Well...not full sex. Just a blowjob. I know that's no excuse, but...I was just drunk and horny and stupid."
Susan tried to quell her rising anger. David was right, they couldn't tell Jack, her husband, he would hit the roof and most probably his son as well. He wasn't a violent man, but he was definitely from the old school of parenting.
David proceeded to give his mother details of what exactly was wrong with him. Susan listened attentively; from the sounds of it he had caught an STI, hopefully a mild one.
"What are the symptoms?" she asked. "It hurts to pee and my, err, penis is itchy."
"Let me have a look"
"Mom!"
"Oh for goodness sake David! You think you've got something there I haven't seen before?" she exclaimed in exasperation. David reluctantly pulled his trousers down and then his pants. Susan regarded his penis, it looked healthy. David had gone a very deep shade of red and she felt a pang of sympathy. Suddenly she grabbed hold of it. It came as a shock to David and surprised Susan as well. 'Why did I do that?' she thought.
"Erm, do you feel any pain now?" she enquired.
"N-n-no" David stuttered. She gave it a quick squeeze. To her horror and David's intense embarrassment she felt it go hard. She let go but it kept on growing. 'Gosh' she thought, I it must have been slightly longer than Jack's and in terms of girth it was definitely superior.
"Well, looks like your old Mom's still got it" she joked in an attempt to diffuse the tension. David was mortified however and quickly put his trousers back on.
She immediately made an appointment with the clinic, and, a week later, was now waiting nervously for David to come out.
One of the college frat boys gazed lasciviously at Susan. Even at 45, she could walk into a room and draw everyone's attention to her. Her dark hair fell in tresses around her oval face, framing it perfectly. She had azure blue eyes and juicy bee-stung lips, but by far her most impressive assets were her breasts which must have been a double F at least. She may not be as slim as she was once was but she could still draw jealous stares from other women.
The door opened and David walked out. Susan stood up, a look of anxiety on her face. David smiled weakly and walked over to her. They strode out of the clinic in silence and got into the car.
"Well?" she asked him
David let out a heavy sigh. "Well, the doc thinks it's nothing too serious. It will clear up after a course of antibiotics."
"Oh David, what a relief." Susan hugged him and gave him a quick peck.
"I hope you've learned a valuable lesson."
"Yup. The hard way as well." She smiled at him and playfully ruffled his hair.
"You're not the first guy honey, and you sure as hell won't be the last. We should just put this behind us and move on."
She had already forgiven him, after all he was a young man now and his thoughts would inevitably turn to sex. He had not had a proper girlfriend so far but she put this down to the fact that he went to an all-boys school, and was still a little awkward around members of the opposite sex. Susan had been reluctant to push her son into that kind of environment, but Jack had been fairly adamant arguing that it would keep his mind on his studies if he wasn't distracted by girls. To be fair to Jack, David had graduated near the top of the class but Susan worried if this had been at the cost of some of his social skills. This episode with the prostitute had reaffirmed her fears unfortunately for her, she was mistaken. Susan was glad that David had suffered no permanent damage for his indiscretion and hoped this was the last they would hear about the matter.
The next few weeks were fairly uneventful; David kept Susan up to date about his recovery and after a second appointment with the clinic got the all-clear. She made him show his penis again, although she wasn't exactly sure why. 'To make sure he's ok' she told herself.
The first indication that Susan had that things were not alright was a couple of weeks after David had visited the doctor. She returned home from work early and found herself alone in the house. She had some work to type up and so went to get her laptop to finish it. Suddenly she realized she had left it at work and cursed out loud; she could really have done with getting this done. She quickly glanced at her watch. It would still be a good hour before David was home; she could use the computer in his room and be done before he got back. David like most teens was very wary of his privacy, and Susan knew it would have been a bit of a struggle to persuade him to let her use his PC normally. She fixed herself a drink, grabbed her notes and headed to his room. In fact Susan managed to clear her work within quarter of an hour. She knew she shouldn't but curiosity got the better of her and she had a quick browse trough David's history page. She fully expected to see some porn site listings but seemed a little taken aback by how much there was.
"Where does he find the time to do work?" She asked herself. Still, she thought, he's at "that" age, I suppose its better he relieves himself than sees whores.
Suddenly one site jumped out at her. 'What's this? 'Escorts-net?' She clicked on the link. There were no gratuitous pictures or anything to suggest it was a pornographic site. Susan decided it warranted further investigation. What she discovered shocked her. Escorts-net was a review site for prostitutes. Men across the country would detail their experience with a particular girl and then rate her on her performance, looks, value for money, etc.
"Oh David, no." She murmured. Suddenly she heard the door slam. Panicking, Susan glanced at her watch; she had been there for over an hour almost. She shut everything down as quickly as possible and rushed out of the room. She was fortunate, David was home but downstairs making himself a snack. Susan tried to compose herself and went to join him.
"Hey Mom, you're back early."
"Uh yeah, there wasn't much work on today." Susan had to resist the urge to confront him over what she had just seen.
