After about half an hour of hiding under the bed, Sean heard the knock at the door. He heard voices in the other room of the small one bedroom apartment, where he had recently moved back into with his mother since his father had kicked him out on his 21st birthday. He had been sleeping on her couch.
His heart jumped as he heard the door open. He did not know what to expect, and was afraid of the emotions.
"You are so sweet! You're always too good to me, Dan!"
It was his mother's voice coming into the bedroom, exuberant and deliberate from gin.
"Only to you baby," a voice said, entering behind her.
The voice was wearing black loafers and black pants.
Sean knew what his mother was wearing. A leopard skin slip with black lace, and black lace garters. He had seen her from under the bed, in the full-length mirror propped in the corner.
"Do you want a drink?" his mother asked the man.
"A quick one," he said. "I can't stay long."
He saw his mother's tan feet walk over to the dresser where she kept the bottle of gin. He heard her pour it in a glass and then watched her feet go back to the black loafers.
"Cheers," the man's voice said.
Sean heard the glasses clink, and after a minute, his mother set her empty glass on the carpeted floor. Then, she was down on her knees. The bed creaked and sunk down above him.
"Let's let this monster free," his mother said.
Sean couldn't help it. He slid over to the side of the bed where he could see the mirror. He looked out.
His mother was on her knees, her curly, long blonde hair, covering her dark face which he knew from experience wore too much eyeliner, bobbing up and down over the man's crotch. His pants were around his waist.
The man was young, at least 10 years younger than Sean's mother who was 41. He was fairly handsome with brown hair and a trim beard and Sean could not understand why he would have to pay.
"Oh, god," he moaned. "You're the best."
The man leaned his head back and closed his eyes. After a few minutes he opened them again.
"I'm sorry, baby," he said. "But we have to hurry."
"What do you want?" she asked.
"How much more for bareback?"
"Fifty."
"Fifty?"
"Yes, but only for you baby. Everyone else it's seventy-five at least."
The bed creaked as the man stood up. His mother unbuckled the garters from the panties and took the panties off.
"All right, fifty it is."
"You want this off?" she said referring to the slip.
"Just down past the tits."
She pulled the straps from her shoulders and the cups down, exposing her full, tan breasts, and hard nipples.
His mother got on all fours facing the mirror. Sean pulled back under the bed as fast as he could.
