Thread: Mom's Dirty Secrets ( AndNich123 & CrimsonMaster )

Room 16. Thats a good age for these young boys, but lets face it. You know he has to be older than that. Otherwise, Cynthia wouldnt let him through the front door. Well. At least he better look older than that. She smiled at her own perverted thoughts. Her mind drifted briefly to her own children. Josh is 18. Would you want him in a place like this? She looked around the room at the exquisite, tasteful dcor. Maybe I should give him money so that he can come to a place like this, she mused. Then again Josh is handsome. My boy doesnt have to pay for sex. Im sure the girls throw themselves at him. Showing their perky, young breasts in their tight, low cut tops, and their asses barely covered. Im sure he can smell their arousal. These girls dont wear panties either in hopes his fingers will dance across the lips of their sex. She sighed. I remember a time I was like that, and I need not go any further than the local bar. A local man would pick me up, offer to buy me a drink, and I would pay him for it by having a good time with him. Either that or some boy close to my own age would try to show me how much of a man he was. Mia rolled her eyes at the memories of the pathetic boys who would blow their load before she could even reach her own orgasm. All of that changed when I met him though. Hes been a good husband. If only his appetite matched my own. Still things have a way of working out. He is happy, and I am fed. She stood up and headed for the door. Her body swayed gently, every curve moving in just the right way to allow the fabric of her sheer robe to flow. Mia oozed sexuality. It was a trait and a talent. She knew how to use her body to get what she wanted, and what she wanted most of all was behind the door of room number 16. In the simplest of terms, sex. She knocked on the door softly. Everything about her was soft. Her skin, her nature, the sound of her voice, even when she was in the heat of the moment, as she would scream of her release, her voice emenated with a softness that could melt any man. Good evening, she began, as she pushed the door opened. The room was dark. Perfect. She didnt care about the face of the one she was to be with. What concerned her was lower on his body. If he didnt care for light and being able to see the face of the woman he was to be with, then she deduced there would be no need for words either. Carefully she pulled the satin tie that held her robe together open and lifted her arms, allowing the robe to glide down her skin and land in a heap on the floor. Her attire wasnt some flashy red teddy, or golden with silver, ornate grommets with a silk ribbon threaded through them. It was white. Plain, simple, and white. Understated perhaps, but nonetheless, white. Her stockings were also white. The only thing that stood out in stark contrast to her clothing choice was the spiked heels that tapped on the floor as she slinked closer to her prey, her customer. Mia knew this dance. She knew it well. Maybe a little too well. They all liked to be touched. They wanted their cocks touched, admired, and then the warmth of a willing mouth to engulf it. They didnt care if she kissed their lips or rubbed their shoulders. A man doesnt pay the prices they did so willingly for a kiss and a massage. Just like her, they had needs. The only difference was they paid, and she was paid. After only a few steps, Mia made her way over to the bed where he lay. He had already placed himself where he wanted to be. His clothing as off. She could tell by the way the light caught certain places on his body. His face was obscure. Only his basic outline guided her to him. Sitting at the foot of the bed, she moved further up the bed slightly, like a wild lioness. She could feel him. His legs gave the hint of the power his young body had. A thought that made her clit tingle with anticipation. In the soft glow of the atmosphere he had created, she couldnt really make out too much about him. That was fine. She would be able to see all she needed to, all she wanted to. By the time she would be able to see his face, every muscle in his body would be relaxed as she would have already had his cock down her throat. She positioned herself between his legs, his cock inches from her lips. He was certainly a prize. She could smell his musk. A teasing lick of her tongue to the tip. Once, twice, and yet again. Mia smiled. This was a moment she always liked. The first taste followed by slowly swallowing his length. She closed her eyes and slide his cock into her mouth. Perfect. Wonderful. Mystery man, you are my meal tonight. You are the soothing my body needs, and I intend to claim you.