" Uh . . . okay . . . of course! Whatever I have is yours, Kevin." Hold on there, mom. You may not be so eager once you find out what I want." I think... my tone got her undivided attention."Okay . . . I can see where you're going with this but you should know that I don't have a lot of money. Your father is the real bread winner of this family." Mom, I could care less about money. In fact, what I want won't even cost you a dime." My response seemed to confuse her for a moment as she wrinkled her. I stirred and checked my clock, it was 8.45. Right on time, as usual.I opened my eyes, and saw mom standing there. Clearly ready for her morning exercises, wearing a green buttoned shirt and a half knee length black skirt, her hair was tied up in a pony tail, but first..."Mom, before we do anything i wanna ask something" I said, half asleep trying to compose myself"Sure, honey. Whats wrong?" Mom sat down on the bed"This trip...should be about a week, right? about 11 days total?" She nodded. And I didn't do anything to stop her. Not only was her pussy wet, but she was squirting and making her whole crotch wet too.I caressed her titties, and sucked her nipples, but she didn't seem to even notice. Her eyes were closed as she rode her ass on top of my dick, twisting and swaying her body in a rhythm only she could hear.Every few minutes she would stop and her pussy would clench around my dick. And a warm wet "squish" would flood over my dick and into my lap. Before I realized it, her. He also responded normally, I got an impression that he didn’t identify me last night.He called me after few days for the next hook up. Hey sweetie, would you be interested in role playing of street hooker-client? I will pay you to make it realistic. Sure I replied. I got little confidence as he couldn’t recognize in first encounter. we will meet in a motel room this time, he suggested. I was ok with that. He texted me the address of motel.I was an expert in a role of street hooker as I have.