*{{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}}

Beth blinked, her vision swimming as she stared at her son. Her mouth opened and closed soundlessly before anything else came out. She didn't understand. How could he be here? He couldn't have known. It was impossible. But there he was, standing in front of her, looking absolutely horrified "Honey... I..." she managed to croak, before the realization hit her like a ton of bricks. Oh no. No no no. She knew what this meant. Panic seized her chest and she began shaking slightly. "Oh my God," she breathed, eyes widening as she took another step back.

"I- I can explain." But even as the words came out of her mouth, she couldn't make herself believe them. She knew she was in deep trouble now.

Beth felt dizzy as she stepped back, allowing her son to enter the room. Her hand shook slightly as she reached up to turn on a lamp beside the bed. "We... we can talk here," she managed to say, her voice shaking uncontrollably. She knew this was all terribly wrong, but she couldn't think of anywhere else they could go.

The motel room felt oppressively small and claustrophobic now that the two of them were in it together. Her heart raced as she anxiously awaited his response.

"I- I'm sorry, sweetie," she stammered out, her cheeks flushing crimson with shame. "I should have talked to you about this first... I never meant for you to find out like this..." Her voice trailed off as she struggled to come up with an explanation that wouldn't make things even worse between them.

She glanced nervously around the room, hoping that her son would just leave and pretend he'd never seen her like this. But she knew that wasn't going to happen now.

"I- I'm sorry," she repeated helplessly. "I don't know how to get a refund..." Her voice trailed off, and she bit her lip nervously. She knew that this situation was entirely her fault, but she couldn't help feeling confused and scared.

She looked at her son hopefully, praying that he wouldn't make things any worse than they already were. "We can talk about it later," she managed to say at last. "Right now... I just need you to understand."

"I understand that," she managed to say softly. "And I'm sorry if I made you worry... but I need this job, sweetie. It helps me feel... needed, you know? And it gives me some extra money for things we need..." She paused, realizing how pathetic her excuses must sound.

"I just didn't want you to think that... I mean, I wouldn't ever do this if there was any other choice," she added quickly, looking down at her hands as they trembled in her lap. "Please try and understand."

"Thank you, honey," she whispered softly, her eyes filling with tears as his hand closed around hers. "I'm so sorry I let this happen." She tried to hold herself together, struggling not to break down in sobs right there in front of him. It was one thing for a client to see her like this, but entirely another for her own son.

She wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and pretend that none of this had ever happened, but she knew they needed to talk about it first. "I love you so much," she murmured, sniffling as tears spilled over and began rolling down her cheeks. "You have no idea how much I do."

Beth sniffled, managing a faint smile through her tears. "That sounds like a good idea," she whispered, wiping her eyes and trying to compose herself. "Maybe then it won't feel so bad..." She squeezed his hand gently, grateful for the comfort he was unknowingly offering her.

They sat there in silence for a while, both lost in their thoughts. Beth didn't know what would happen now or how she could possibly make this right. All she knew was that her life had just been irrevocably changed, and there was no going back to the way things were before tonight.

"Hmm..." Beth looked thoughtful for a moment before giving her son a playful smirk. "Well, now that you mention it... I guess there's no harm in making the most of our 'stranger encounter', right?" She leaned over and kissed his cheek affectionately, giggling softly as she did so.

Her heart fluttered with anticipation at the thought of sharing this intimate moment with her son, even if it was just in their minds. "But only if you promise to really imagine that we're total strangers," she added with a mischievous glint in her eye.

Grinning impishly, she wrapped her arms around him and purred, "My name is Satin... but you can call me 'baby', if you want." Her breath feathered against his ear as she nibbled on his lobe, sending shivers down his spine. With a soft moan, she began to unbutton his shirt, revealing his chest beneath.

Her hands skimmed over his skin, trailing delicate fingertips across his nipples and down towards the bulge in his pants. She could feel the growing need in her body, a hunger that demanded to be sated. "So," she breathed, looking up at him with hooded eyes, "what should we do next?"

With a sultry smile, Beth complied, pressing her lips against his. Her tongue darted out to tease him, stroking against his teeth and dueling with his own tongue as he moaned into the kiss. Her hands slid further down his body, undoing his pants and revealing his erection. She wrapped her hand around him, stroking slowly and sensually, feeling the strength beneath her fingertips.

Her mouth left his briefly to trail wet kisses along his jawline and down to his neck before returning to claim his lips once more. As she continued to explore and tease him with her hands, Beth could feel her own need building, a heat growing low in her belly that demanded release.

Moaning into the kiss, Beth arched her back and grinned against his lips as she felt his hand slap her ass. She broke the kiss with a gasp, her breath hot against his neck as she whispered, "Fuck, yes..." Her hands moved to clutch at his shirt, tugging it over his head before tossing it aside.

Her breath hitched as his hand connected with her ass harder this time, an unfamiliar thrill coursing through her body. She moaned into the kiss, arching her hips further into his touch and melting against him on the bed. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he helped her undress, eager to feel his skin against hers again.

Her lingerie whispered to the floor, revealing her naked body to his hungry gaze. She could feel herself growing wetter with each passing second, aching for him to take control and claim what was his. Her hands roamed freely over his chest and stomach, tracing every ridge of muscle before sliding lower still.

Her eyes widened as he positioned himself so close that their faces were nearly touching. She felt his erection brush against her lips and moaned softly, parting them to accommodate him. Her tongue darted out, wetting her lower lip in anticipation of taking him deeper inside.

Her hands gripped his hips possessively, guiding his movements as she took him into her mouth. She suckled and licked and teased, her moans muffled by the warmth of his flesh against her lips. Her own desire was spiraling out of control now, a need so intense that it bordered on painful.

Her head was gripped tightly by his hand as he forced her to move faster on his length. Her mouth was filled with the taste of him, and she moaned in response, eager for more. "Yes," she gasped between sucks, her voice muffled by the thick flesh of his erection, "yes... I never want this to end..." She reached down, grasping at his hair as he began thrusting into her mouth, lost in the sensation of his body moving over her lips and tongue.

Her hips rocked up off the bed in time with each thrust, urging him onwards. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, leaving bruises beneath the skin as she sought purchase against the intense pleasure coursing through her. "Fuck..." she moaned, her voice breaking as her body arched up into a shuddering orgasm around his cock.

Her mouth released him