It couldn't be true. No way. But when I looked again, nothing had changed. The evidence was still there in front of me, and it was indisputable. Then I heard my Mother shouting me.
"Jack, breakfast is ready."
When I got downstairs they were already eating.
"I had to call you three times. What were you doing?"
Before I could answer her, my Sister chipped in with, "I thought it made you blind, not deaf."
That got her a stern look from Mother, and a sarcastic, "Very funny from me," but nothing from Father. That wasn't surprising, because when he is reading the sports section of the newspaper, he's oblivious to what's going on around him.
Then, just in case any of them really thought that I was late because I'd been jerking off, I said, "I was studying."
That was a lie, though I hadn't been stroking my cock. I thought that Alice might have something to say about that, but she stayed silent, preferring to indicate her scepticism by smirking. And that annoyed me.
While I was eating, I kept glancing at my Mother. From what I'd just discovered about her, when I'd been in my bedroom, I was now seeing her in a completely different light.
As always, she was modestly dressed. Today, it was a blouse and a long skirt. It was obvious that she had a good body, but she preferred to keep it covered rather than to expose it. And that was the complete opposite to how my Sister dressed. Like her Mother, she has large breasts and womanly hips, but she never tries to conceal them. Her philosophy is, 'if you've got it, then flaunt it'. And that's what she was doing now. She was wearing a crop top that was struggling to contain her impressive tits, and a skirt that was very short. So short, that if she was to bend over, even slightly, then her panties would be exposed.
When I'd finished eating I went back to my room. It was Monday, and normally at this time I would be on my way to college, but today was a study day, so there were no lectures. And I was going to study, because next week I had an important exam, but that was after I'd looked at that website again.
As before, it was the pictures of her that got my attention. In some of them she was fully clothed, in others she just had her panties on, but it was the ones were she was naked that I was most interested in. I was nineteen, so looking at porn on the internet wasn't new to me. However, this was different. Before my Mother had called me for breakfast, my search had taken me to a site that I hadn't been to before, and it was an Escort agency rather than erotica. That wasn't what I had been looking for, but I clicked on it anyway.
The women were all desirable, and whoever had photographed them had been very skilful. The pictures weren't sleazy, they were sensual and erotic. And there was a variety of ages and races. If women turn you on, and there is nothing on this website that excites you, then you are fussy. I have a fetish for older women, and one of them had got my attention. It was the one that I was studying now.
Like all the women, you couldn't see her face. In some of the pictures it was covered by a veil, in others, she was wearing a wide-brimmed hat that was tilted so as to cover her eyes and nose. But I was still able to recognize her. It was the distinctive birthmark on her right thigh that told me who she was. I'd seen it lots of times before, when she was wearing a swimsuit or a bikini.
She was my Mother!
Unsurprisingly, I was finding it difficult to study. I'd manage only ten minutes, or perhaps fifteen, and then I'd start thinking about my Mother again. She was called Rose, but on the website she had a more glamorous name. There she was known as Lexi May.
My Father had a well-paid job, so she didn't need to work full-time. Twice a week, and sometimes occasionally, three times, she worked in the evening. She was a carer at a nursing home. That's what she'd told us, and up until now, I'd had no reason to doubt her. But what I did know for certain was that she was employed by 'The Ultimate Experience', so the carer job might just be a cover story.
After lunch it got a lot better, I was able to focus on my work, but I knew that what I'd seen earlier on that website, was going to dominate my life for a long time.
At six, we all ate together. Tonight my Mother was working, so as soon as she'd finished she would leave. But what job was she going to? If she was working for the agency, then she must go somewhere so that she could change her clothes, because the clients would expect her to wear something that was more glamorous than what she had on now.
After I'd eaten, I went to my room. For half an hour I managed to resist, but then I gave in. I was now back on the website, looking at her pictures, and reading about her.
Lexi May is a must for the discerning gentleman. She is forty two years old, but for her, that is just a number. As you can see from her pictures, she looks a lot younger. If you decide to see her then you won't be disappointed. With age comes experience, and this lady knows how to use that experience to make your time with her special. If you don't believe me, then read her reviews.
There were twenty six of them, and her rating was high, 4.8 out of 5. But did I want to read them? For any other woman the answer would be a quick yes, but she was my Mother. They would tell me intimate details about her, what she'd done with the client. Was that something that I wanted to know? I wasn't sure, but what I did know is that if I didn't read them now, then later on I'd feel compelled to.
'This is a woman that knows how to excite a man. NOTHING was off limits.'
That shocked me, but my cock was OK with it, because it was now rock-hard.
'Lexi May gave me the best blow job that I have ever had. And she swallowed all of it! I love you, Dave XXX.'
Another satisfied client. My last girlfriend had sucked my cock a couple of times, but without any real enthusiasm, and she'd refused to swallow. Dave was a lucky man.
'Don't be put off by her age. Her tits are still firm, and her pussy is still tight. And she knows how to use her body. Trust me, you must see her.'
I was beginning to wish that I could.
'I've fucked a lot of whores, and her cunt is the best I've ever had, Axel.'
That got me angry. He was paying her a compliment, but I didn't like him calling her that. Fortunately for Axel, we were never going to meet. I box for the college, and I have a mean right hook.
That's when I stopped, because there was something that needed my attention. My throbbing cock.
As I stroked it, I remembered those words, and I also thought about the pictures of her that were on the website. Her large tits were impressive, topped by big nipples. Later on I would read the rest of the reviews, and it was a certainty that some of them would praise her tits, and say how much they had enjoyed sucking on her plump nipples.
I was now almost there. My hand was pumping my cock at a furious rate. Imagining that I was feasting on her tits had excited me, but it was thinking about what she had between her legs, that was going to make me come. One of the pictures had displayed it in great detail. It must have been taken when she was excited, because her clit was clearly visible, and it looked to be swollen. And her opening looked so inviting. My cock would love to push into it.
That's when I came, and with an intensity that surprised me. I thought that it was never going to stop. Thick ropes were shooting out of my cock and onto my chest. Apparently, from the reviews, Dave had come in her mouth and she'd managed to swallow all of it. If it had been me instead of him, then my Mother would have struggled to do that.
That should have been enough for me, but half an hour later, I was thinking about Lexi May again. When I started reading the rest of the reviews, I knew that this time I wasn't going to stop until I had read them all.
'Tits to die for and nipples that were made for sucking.'
