How it started_(4)

I am a 36 year old mother of 3, and I am a hooker. Well, not a hooker per se but a call girl. Not even a high end call girl but I serve a very specialized market. My husband has no idea, but he wonders why I visit the gynecologist so often. I would quit, but if I did people would start telling stories, besides its fun. I get ahead of myself, let me go back to when I was an innocent soccer mom, enjoying life.

I was 34 and had just had a hysterectomy after my third daughter had birthing complications. She was a whoops anyway, I already had a 14 year old son and a 12 year old daughter. I had a great life even if I was not feeling sexy after the baby. The baby was almost two months old when my son, Dylan, brought his friend Zach over. Zach was a nice kid, 14 about 5’8 and athletic. His sea blue eyes and light blond hair I thought for sure he was a girl magnet.

When he was there he kept staring at my chest, it took me awhile to realize why. My normally 36C tits were swollen since I was breast feeding and the tight t-shirt I was wearing were showing it. Other than my tits I was fairly unremarkable, 5’6 with dirty blond hair and blue eyes and the wide hips of a mother. While he was staring my son asked if Zach could stay the night. I told them no problem and went about my business not thinking anything of it.

That night the baby was having a hard time sleeping and my husband had worked late and was sleeping hard. That meant I did not get much sleep. About three in the morning I was up, again, just wearing my bathrobe when I decided to try breastfeeding. About when the baby started sucking Zach comes upstairs, woken up by the crying. He looks at me breastfeeding, and although he couldn’t see anything, he started apologizing. This startled the baby and then Zach did get a good look at my left tit.

I settled them both down and the baby started sucking again. Zach started asking questions, all innocent, he was just curious. Finally the baby was asleep and when I stood up to put him in his crib my robe came open just a little. I fixed it and sat back down next to Zach, keeping him company. He stutters a bit on his next question, he asked about my C-section scar. I explain it and he blushes again for his next question, if he could see it again. I’m normally very self-conscious about it, but whether from lack of sleep or just an appreciation at being noticed, I told him sure.

Leaving the top closed and making sure my crotch was covered opened my robe and let him see my belly. He was in awe. Without thinking he reached over and touched my scar. That touch sent tingles through my body to all the right spots, or wrong spots depending on your point of view. I let him rub and feel my belly as by body responded, it had been a long time since I had been touched like that. As I enjoyed his touch I lost track of the flap of robe covering my crotch as it slid off, exposing me more. My legs were crossed so he did not get a full view, but he saw enough to tell I had shaved.

I probably would not have noticed if Zach had not asked me if I always shaved. I was startled but tried not to show it, I knew I should cover up but did not want the touch to end. I told him yes, that my husband preferred that I did. With an earnest look on his face, but the hardon showing in his shorts giving him away, he asked if he could see. He blushed and explained he was a virgin and had never seen a pussy in real life.

I was flattered in one sense, but hesitant in another more obvious way. He tells me it’s ok if I don’t let him, he understands. Zach then pulls his hand off my belly and that is the breaking point. I tell him he can look, but subconsciously omit the cant touch portion. I uncross my legs and spread them slightly so he can see my pussy, already swelling from his touch.

He reaches over and touches my thigh, again sending tingles through my body. I bite my lip to avoid making a noise.