*{{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}}

Her heart stopped. A thousand thoughts raced through her mind as she looked at him, stunned. How could this be happening? Her hand reached for the doorknob, instinctively trying to shut it but her arm wouldn't move. "Um... Son?" She tried to make her voice steady, to hide the panic behind a veil of confusion. "What are you doing here?"

Her eyes darted around the room, searching for anything she could say or do that would change this moment. But it was too late. He'd already seen her in lingerie, her hair down and makeup on... She'd never be able to take back what he'd just witnessed.

Beth stood there in shock, not knowing how to respond. "Son... I..." She took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. "I didn't mean for you to find out like this... but this isn't what it looks like." Her words came out haltingly, feeling foolish even as she tried to explain herself.

Her eyes searched his face, hoping that he would understand, that he wouldn't be angry with her... but the look on his expression was one of betrayal and hurt, far worse than any anger could have been. She wanted nothing more than to take back this moment, to make things right between them again.

"I'm glad to hear that," she replied softly, her voice cracking slightly. "But I can understand why you'd be upset... I never meant for you to find out like this." She bit her lower lip, unsure of what else to say or do. The wine seemed to weigh heavy in her stomach now; she wished she hadn't had any at all.

Her gaze flicked downward, and then back up to his face again. "I... I'm sorry, honey. So very sorry." She reached out a trembling hand, hesitantly touching his arm in what she hoped was a comforting gesture. "Please don't be angry with me," she whispered.

Her heart lurched in her chest at his words. She couldn't hide the tiny smile that tugged at her lips despite the situation. "Thank you," she whispered, feeling a wave of relief wash over her. "I... I just wanted to try something new, you know? The agency approached me, and..." Her voice trailed off as she looked down again, unsure how much more to reveal.

"You're right, though," she continued finally, meeting his gaze once more. "This isn't who I am. It's just something I do... for fun, or when I need the extra money." She swallowed hard. "I never meant for it to involve you, honey. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings..."

Taking in his words and expression, she nodded slowly. "I understand," she said softly, feeling a knot begin to unwind in her stomach. "It's just... been so lonely lately, you know? Being by myself all the time." She gestured vaguely around them. "And this is such a new and exciting way for me to spend my evenings."

She glanced at the wine, remembering that it was still there, waiting for someone to drink it. "Would you... like some? We could sit down together and talk about everything, if you'd like," she offered cautiously. "Or maybe I should just put it away..." Her voice trailed off as she waited for his reply, hopeful that they could find a way to move past this and repair their bond.

Smiling tentatively, she reached out and refilled his glass to the same level as hers before taking a small sip herself. "So," she said, trying to make light of the situation. "What have you been up to lately? How's school going?" Setting down her wine, she gestured for him to sit on the bed, the clean sheets rustling beneath his weight.

She hesitated for a moment before speaking again. "You know... I could ask you not to tell your father about this," she offered carefully. "It wouldn't change anything between us... and it might just make things easier for both of us if we didn't have any more secrets." Her eyes flicked down, noticing his reaction to her breasts and the way they pushed against her lingerie when he sat down. She could feel herself blushing.

Her breath caught in her throat at his words. Part of her wanted to be angry, to reprimand him for even thinking such things, but the lust in his eyes told her that he wasn't completely innocent. And besides... she had been enjoying the attention and desire from men before tonight.

"That could be arranged," she replied softly, leaning closer to him on the bed. Her hand found its way to his thigh, rubbing gently beneath the thin fabric of his pants. "But I think we should take things slow... get to know each other better first." Her eyes locked onto his, daring him to contradict her or disagree with anything she was saying.

Her other hand reached up, cupping his cheek tenderly as she brought their faces even closer together. Slowly, almost hesitantly, her lips parted and she brushed them against his in a gentle kiss. The

Her heart skipped a beat at his question. Part of her wanted to pull away, to deny it and make this all go away. But she couldn't lie to him. Not now, not after everything they had been through together. "I... yes," she whispered hoarsely. "If that's what you want, honey..."

She took a deep breath, willing herself to be strong despite the fear and uncertainty coursing through her veins. "I've done it before... with other men... but never like this." She placed her free hand on his thigh, fingers digging into the fabric of his pants as she searched for any sign that he understood or was comfortable with what they were discussing.

Her gaze darted downward, noticing how aroused he looked despite himself, and it filled her with a confusing mix of guilt and desire. "I want you to know," she murmured

Her breath caught in her throat as he asked to touch her breasts. It was like a spark had ignited between them, and she couldn't deny the heat that flowed through her veins now. With shaking hands, she reached up and unclasped her bra, letting it fall away to reveal her bare chest to him. Her nipples hardened immediately in response to his gaze, and she could feel herself growing wetter by the second.

She shifted closer to him on the bed, their hips brushing together as he reached out tentatively and touched her breasts for the first time. His fingers were gentle but firm, rolling over her nipples before cupping them in his hands, massaging them slowly through the sheer fabric of her lingerie. Her back arched into his touch, a moan escaping from deep within her throat as pleasure coursed through her body.