Oh well, better lock this door when I leave!In my mind: (Or maybe we could lock it right now with us inside and have the most intense sex ever! Uhh, w...hat am I thinking about! This is not me. Not really. Maybe a bit! She’s turning around. Better start acting normal.)My cock was getting harder. Chloe suddenly turned back. She was looking down and her eyes were stuck staring at my bulge.Chloe: Oh my! Is that a result of me bending over?Me: Uhh. What do you mean? I don’t know what you’re talking. Then I got up, and like the night before, I got a warm wet rag and washed mom and myself off as best as I could. Laying down next to her I fell asleep. The next morning she was gone, with not a word being said. When I got downstairs my breakfast was waiting, like always, and my mom made absolutely no mention of what had happened.For the next couple of weeks I was in heaven. At night, when a storm would come so would my mom. She would come into my room and lay face down on the bed waiting for. ” “You know girls talk. It has been 4 years since you have had any sex with her so what do you want with me?” I inquired. He thought for a minute as he sipped his drink and looked at me. I thought he was going to say something but instead he leaned in and kissed me. I was shocked, confused but wet with anticipation. The next kiss was different as his tongue darted in my mouth and I could feel him getting hard as he grabbed me around my hips and pulled me to him. I pushed him away momentarily to. Lifting my legs in the air gives him deeper access, as his fucking begins. We fuck like animals - fuck and fuck and fuck. "Cum, baby! I want your cum!"He grunts as he fills my pussy with his milky spunk. One, two, three juts of his cock and he is empty. He hands me the envelope full of money and walks out the door.Oh, close your gaping mouth. Yes, I am a whore. Other women like to call themselves "escorts", "ladies of the evening", etc, giving a sense of glamour and prestige to what we do. But,.