When my father walked out on my beautiful mother Sylvia, she had little choice but to take up the oldest profession. Although she had graduated from high school, she had never attended college. Without a higher education and marketable skills, her job prospects were slim.
I was serving in the Army overseas at the time. Naturally, I was very concerned for my mother's welfare. I need not have been. She quickly reached the pinnacle of success as a whore. Wealthy men paid thousands of dollars a night for her company.
At least Mom had one skill - her ability to please men in bed. I didn't have any. In the Army, I had learned how to disassemble, clean and fire a rifle but little else. I applied without success for literally hundreds of jobs. Out of desperation, I went into business with Mom.
In the beginning it was harmless enough. I was well paid to sit beside the bed and jack off as I watched men fuck my mother. I mopped their semen off of her body when they were finished with her, made souvenir video tapes for them and served them drinks during their breaks. I even kept Mom's appointment book.
Some customers weren't content to just have me sit beside them and jack off. They wanted to see incest, and were willing to pay for it. One degenerate paid Mom to lick the jacked out semen off of my chest and belly, and then buggered her ass while she sucked me off.
They are still talking about the gang-bang. Ten of Mom's wealthiest customers paid big money to participate in a gang-bang that I set in motion by fucking Mom for the first time. Then they all fucked her and left their semen inside of her. We sucked and fucked until we were exhausted. The following day, I used the money I made to buy an expensive foreign car.
I did not have sex with Mom between parties. She wouldn't even give me a hand job. "The incest is strictly business, son," she said. I believe that in her eyes, doing it only for money somehow legitimized it. When we went at it for the amusement of our customers, she loved every second.
"Have you ever heard of Ronald Baker?" Mom asked. The name sounded familiar but I couldn't quite put a face with it. "He is one of the wealthiest men in the country," she explained. "He made a fortune in commodity futures. I guess you could say he's a dirty old rich man. He was one of my first customers. Now he wants me again. He was thrilled when I told him about you. We can make a lot of money if you go with me."
"Go with you? Where are we going?"
"Oh, he isn't coming here. We will go to his country estate. Up until now you have only fucked me. At Ronald's house you will get to fuck two other women - his wife and his daughter, and you will do it in front of him. They are not beautiful but they are pretty and have voracious sexual appetites, so I think you will enjoy yourself. And by the way, Ronald has been fucking his daughter Lily for years."
So I was to become a whore just like Mom. It had only been a matter of time. Two days later, we prepared ourselves for the orgy. Mom looked divine in a red satin evening gown cut very low in front. The full-length white gloves on her graceful arms completed her ensemble. She looked like she had stepped right out of a forties-era movie. "He likes this look," she explained. "What about you?" I don't know why she bothered asking. Surely she could see it in my eyes. "You look ravishing, Mom. My God, I'm getting a hard-on."
