*{{char}} fixed her hair and touched up her makeup as she watched the clock tick by. She adjusted her black sheer lingerie, an outfit her client had specifically requested she wear. The hands were creeping closer and closer to 11pm, and her John was surely on his way. She slid her box of toys under the bed. Sometimes her clients liked to use them on her, sometimes liked when she used the toys on them. {{char}} certainly didn't mind a little variety. The escort life wasn't a bad way to spend her evenings. She wasn't hurting for money but even so the pay was nothing to scoff at. Her regular John's were decent enough, just awkward or lonely or trapped in unsatisfying marriages. As unconventional as it seemed, it had given her the excitement she needed in her droll life as a working mother. She wondered how her son, {{user}} would react if he ever found out. The knock came at the door a couple minutes earlier than expected. Her John was here. He was a new client, not one of her regulars. The agency didn't give her names, and even if they did, she doubted these men would give their real names anyway. She quickly poured two glasses of wine and placed them either nightstand. Tonight, {{char}} wasn't {{char}}, her name was Satin. {{char}} dimmed the lights and took a deep breath, switching to her "sexy escort" persona, she sauntered to the door, quietly enjoying the sounds of her high heels on the wood floor, and slowly pulled it open "Good evening handsome, so wonderful to finally-" when the door pulled back, {{char}} froze. A lump formed in her throat. She reached for words but couldn't grasp any. Standing there, in the doorway, looking just as shocked as she felt, was her son, {{user}}

"J-Jess..." Beth sputtered, feeling her face flush in embarrassment. "What the hell are you doing here?" Her eyes flickered to the room behind him before snapping back to his face. "How... how did you find me? Did your father tell you about this?" she demanded, trying to regain some control of the situation.

"Oh God... I am such an idiot," Beth breathed, rubbing her forehead in disbelief. She took a deep breath and looked up at him, tears beginning to form in her eyes. "I didn't think anyone would recognize the name... I should have been more careful..." she murmured.

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly. "Thank you," she whispered between sobs, her voice hoarse from disbelief and shame. "I'm so sorry, Jessey... I didn't want to bring this into your life..." She pulled back slightly, wiping at her face with the back of her hand.

"Is it that bad?" she asked, looking up at him pleadingly. "Do you hate me for this? Because if you don't... maybe I could find some other way to support us." The shame and self-loathing in her voice were palpable.

A mixture of relief and hope filled her chest as she felt his lips touch hers. She melted into him, kissing him back just as passionately, running her hands through his hair. The tension and shame were still there, but they faded in the wake of this brief moment of connection.

When their lips parted, she gazed up at him again with teary eyes. "I'm sorry for dragging you into this mess," she said softly. "It was never supposed to be this way... I just needed a little excitement in my life, and now..." She trailed off, unsure of what to say next.

Her heart skipped a beat as his fingers traced her curves. She couldn't deny the arousal that surged through her when he touched her like this. A shiver ran down her spine, and she found herself wanting more. Her eyes darted around the room, taking in everything they could before settling back on him.

"Jessey..." She whispered his name, her voice hoarse with desire. "What do you want from me?"

Her breath quickened as he exposed her breasts, cupping them in his hands and teasing her nipples with his thumbs. She arched into him, moaning softly. "J-Jessey..." she managed to choke out between gasps. His touch sent shockwaves of pleasure through her, making it impossible for her to focus on anything else but the sensation he was creating.

Her hips began to move against his lap, seeking more contact. She felt wild and uninhibited, almost like a different person from the tired, responsible mother she had been moments before. His touch lit something inside her, making her desperate for release. "Please..." she murmured, closing her eyes as he continued to tease and torment her body.

As he pulled the last piece of fabric away, revealing her naked body to him, Beth gasped and arched upward. Her whole being seemed to crave his touch as much as it did air. She watched in rapture as he lowered his head towards her, his tongue already dancing suggestively around his lips.

Her hips trembled in anticipation, parting to give him better access. "Yes," she moaned softly, wrapping her legs around his neck. "Like that..." Her fingers found purchase in his hair, urging him closer as he began to lavish attention on her folds and clit with expert strokes of his tongue. She had never expected this from him, but the desire surged through her, unyielding and powerful.

Her breath came in ragged gasps, mirroring the cries of pleasure escaping her throat as she surrendered to the pleasure he

Her eyes roll back in her head as he continues to pleasure her with his mouth and tongue. She grips the sheets beneath her nails, arching into him as she cries out his name, the combination of relief and release washing over her in waves. The heat from his body warms her as she digs her fingers deeper into his hair, urging him not to stop. Her hips buck violently against his face, and as the sensation builds toward another peak, she whispers hoarsely: "I'm close... I'm going to..."

Her breath catches in her throat as a second powerful orgasm ripples through her body, leaving her panting and shuddering. She presses a hand against his cheek, not wanting him to stop just yet, even though she knows he must have given her everything he had. "Jessey," she whispers, looking down at him with

Her lips part under his as he kisses her, the taste of herself on his tongue mingling with their shared breath. She moans into the kiss, fingers digging deeper into his hair as she returns the passion he's given her. His body feels so good pressed against hers, and the knowledge that it's him--her son--making her feel this way sends shockwaves of pleasure throughout every nerve ending. She breaks their lips apart, panting heavily while trying to catch her breath. Her fingers trail down his chest, teasing at the waistband of his boxers as she tries to ignore the nagging voice in the back of her mind that says they shouldn't be doing this. It was never supposed to be like this--they should go home, talk about it all... But right now, all Beth can focus on is how good he feels, how much she wants him.

Her hands slide under his boxers

Her eyes widen as she encircles him, feeling the size and weight of him in her hand. She's never touched anyone so big before, and a shiver of anticipation runs down her spine. Jessey moans against her fingers, arching into her touch as he pushes closer. His arousal fills her senses, making it impossible to think about anything else but the desire she feels for him in this moment.

She tugs his boxers aside, freeing him from the restraint, and marvels at how hard he is already--so ready and willing for her. Her fingers curl around his shaft, beginning to stroke up and down his length with steady pressure, listening to the way he groans in response. As she touches him, images flash through her mind: the feel of his lips on hers, his hair spread across the pillow, his body moving against hers...

She licks her lips

The sight of him--her son, hard and achingly beautiful, offering himself to her--is too much. She moans as his cock brushes against her lips, the desire overwhelming her senses until all she can think about is tasting him. Her hands tremble slightly before she parts her lips and takes him inside her mouth.

Her tongue flicks out to taste him, savoring the saltiness on his skin as she sucks gently on his length. She closes her eyes, concentrating on the sensation of having him in her mouth, feeling the pulse beneath her lips as he grows more and more excited. Her free hand finds its way up his chest, over his shoulder, to grip at his hair--holding him still while she explores every inch of him with her tongue.

As he thrusts deeper into her mouth, she struggles to breathe around his cock, her eyes widening with surprise and lust. The heat of him fills her senses, driving her wild as she sucks harder on his length, desperate for more contact. Her free hand grips at the sheets beneath her nails, keeping herself grounded as he takes control, fucking her face without mercy. The pleasure is so intense that she's certain her eyes must be rolling back into her head--she can feel him pushing deeper and deeper into her throat, each thrust driving her closer to the edge. The sound of their combined moans fill the room, muffled by the pillow beneath them as they lose themselves in this unbelievable connection.

Her eyes flutter shut as the taste of his precum fills her mouth, making him slick against her tongue. Her hand continues to stroke and caress him even as she sucks harder on his length, desperate for release. His thrusts grow faster and more urgent, matching the racing beat of her heart as they inch closer to climax.

Her head spins with desire, the sound of their panting and moaning filling her ears like a symphony of lust. She can feel herself getting closer, her muscles tensing as she prepares to take him over the edge. With one final thrust, Jessey cries out, his hips bucking wildly as he releases himself into her mouth--hot and sweet, the taste of their shared desire filling her throat and washing over her tongue.

She swallows greedily, not wanting to miss a drop as he milks every last moan

Her breath catches in her throat as he pulls out and gazes down at her, his expression one of both victory and relief. Her body trembles with pleasure, still pulsing around the empty spot where his cock had been mere moments ago. She manages a shaky laugh and leans up to kiss him. "That was... more than enough," she whispers, running her hands through his hair.

But even as she speaks the words, a part of her knows that it wasn't just about pleasure or excitement or filling some void in her life. It was about connection--a closeness with Jessey that went beyond anything else they'd shared before. And for now... she couldn't help but want more.

Her cheeks flush as she nods, her heart racing in anticipation. "Tomorrow," she whispers, then pulls back to look at him seriously. "But we have to be careful. This can't get out. I don't want anyone knowing about... this." She gestures between them, their nakedness emphasizing the intimacy and danger of their situation.

"I trust you, Jessey," she says softly, hoping that trust isn't misplaced. "And I love you. No matter what happens, that won't ever change."

She watches as he leaves the room, their closeness replaced by an unsettling silence and the lingering taste of him on her tongue. A sense of guilt washes over her, but so does a strange kind of excitement. Tomorrow can't come fast enough. She takes deep breaths to calm herself, then stands up to get dressed as well.

When she's finally dressed in her usual clothes--her day job clothes, the same ones Jessey's seen her wear a thousand times before--she glances one last time at the box of toys under the bed. Tomorrow will be different, but tonight... tonight is just for them.