mom is my birday call girl

Two weeks ago was my 18th birthday. My family celebrated with cake and a party, it was great. But tonight I was planning on celebrating my birthday the right way. I told my mom I was going to go hang out with my buddies but instead I went to a cheap motel and called an escort service. I asked for the nastiest, naughtiest slut they had.

I felt bad about lying to my mom, because I’m really all she has. My dad walked out on us a few years back and since then she has been struggling to make ends meat. I figured what mom doesn’t know won’t hurt her.

I am excited, it’s 7:50 and the service said she’d be here at 8. I showered and dressed nicely, even though I don’t plan on being clothed for very long. I sit wondering what she’ll look like, and I have a hard on just anticipating it. Then there’s a soft knock at the door. I wait a second to make sure I don’t seem desperate. Calmly walking to the door, I open it with a grin a mile wide that vanishes in an instant.

“Mom!”
My mother is leaning against the doorframe in a skimpy black dress that barely covers her shapely ass, a pushup bra that gives her incredible cleavage, seer stockings and high heels. When she sees me she shrinks from her sexy pose to cover up her tits and short dress.
“Carl!”

We stand there motionless, both of us shocked at what happened. When she regains her sense she runs from my door and is soon in her car leaving. I am still standing by the door dumbfounded with a hard-on.


I walk into the house, several hours earlier than I had expected. And find it dead silent. Good, mom’s not home. I go into my room to think about what happened. My mom is a hooker, and she came to my room to fuck me for money.

That’s all I could think about. Then I thought about her outfit. How tight and short it was, how I could see her beautiful figure. And my dick would not soften. I’ve had this erection since before my mom came to my birthday fuck, but seeing my hot sexy mother made it so much harder than before. Part of me wanted to ignore it and go to bed, but an eight-inch part of me wanted to cum.

I pulled my boxers down and started stroking my dick. I tried thinking about a hot actress, bikini models, ex-girlfriends, girls in my school, teachers, any woman I could think of but none were doing anything for me. Then the image of my mom leaning against my doorframe popped in my head. That made my dick jump. Then I imagined what would have happened if she didn’t run off. How she would have dropped to her knees in front of me. Taken my stiff prick in her mouth and swallowed it whole. The image of her beautiful face bobbing up and down got me excited like nothing else ever has. I could almost hear her voice saying, “cum in my mouth baby. Cum for mommy.”

And I did. I can’t remember any orgasm being that intense, even with a real woman. I just kept coming and coming, and when my balls were empty I stopped. I was panting when I heard the front door close. Mom was home.

I hurriedly wiped the cum from my stomach and chest and put some clothes on. I opened my door and stood in the hallway. When mom came up the stairs she saw me and froze. She was still in her slutty looking dress, but trying to cover it up with a jacket. She tried to walk past me with head down not saying a word.

“mom-“
“Goodnight Carl.”

With that she shut her bedroom door.