All persons in this story are of legal age. No sexual detail involves any persons under the legal age.
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Like my Mother I was a hooker. We'd been on the game since the last days of the war, after my Father died in the Far East.
I didn't so much as follow in her footsteps as we went hand in hand to a more secure future.
Early Summer, 1950, I'd recently celebrated a birthday with two clients in a big hotel in London, a whole weekend of London, The Windmill, sight-seeing and sex, all expenses paid and a bloody good pay-check at the end. Mind you, I earned every penny, couldn't walk proper for a week afterwards.
I was good, I was busy and I was having a great time! I was ready for anything!
Certainly ready for Bob when he pulled up in his little white sports car with red leather upholstery!
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"I just know you're going my way," said the driver, "hop in, I'll give you a lift."
I was trying to find my Zippo. I looked up, straight into the eyes of this incredible guy. Big smile, sparkling eyes, wide shoulders and... he looked dangerous. Maybe not as dangerous as going off into the woods with a stranger as I had when I first started whoring my body but certainly somebody I'd be happy to get inside my silk knickers, for free! He swung the door open.
I totally forgot about my unlit cigarette, hoisted my skirt higher than absolutely required and lowered myself into the red leather upholstery. Swinging my legs over the sill I left my skirt high enough to show an inch or two of bare flesh above the stocking tops.
Within two hundred yards his hand was on that bare flesh. I made no move to stop him. A hundred yards later it was trying to move my knickers aside. I turned to face him. Put one arm along the back of his seat and my other hand resting on his thigh. It stayed there mere seconds before I moved it to where his cock should be. It was already big and growing bigger.
"Do these come off?" he said, pulling at my knickers.
"Only if this comes out to play," I told him, blatantly stroking his cock, "know anywhere we can stop?"
"Got a couple of ideas, gonna take your knickers off while I drive there?"
"Nope," I told him, "not until I've seen the size of your cock. Want to ensure it's worth the effort." I stroked again.
"You get it out, I'm driving," he said changing his position a little so I could get at him a bit easier.
I was used to getting cocks out quickly and his belt and flies were no problem. I worked my hand inside his pants and gasped. It was big! AND still growing. I stroked and felt it respond. Hooking my wrist over the top of his pants I bent my elbow and looked down. The big, fat, purple head of his throbbing cock winked at me! I swear it did. My first thought was that I wouldn't want another cock alongside it when it was fucking me.
"Fuck!" I exclaimed, "get to the nearest place fast. I want that in my mouth, first." I told him then reached down, unbuttoned my skirt and in one simple move removed skirt and knickers.
"Put your knickers in the glove box," he demanded.
I didn't argue.
He pulled up beside a five bar gate. Chained, padlocked and rusty. I got straight out, grabbed my skirt and waited for him to join me. There was a little gate beside the big gate for walkers, and I pushed it open and went through. Bob followed. I stopped him as soon as he was through. Pushed him back against the gate and knelt before him. His cock was still sticking out of his pants. I pulled pants and trousers down in one go and attacked his beautiful cock with my lips. No way could I get anything like all his cock in my mouth, bigger and fatter than I'd ever had before, I tried my best. I sucked and stroked, listened to his breathing and licked. I knew how to give head, big time! I edged him so many times I lost count. He called me a teasing bitch then told me not to stop. I knew I had to give him release soon but...
"How long to recover after you've shot your load down my throat?"
"Fifteen, twenty minutes," he said, "depends how good you are," he added with an evil grin.
I sucked him and stroked him into my greedy mouth. He filled me. I nearly choked he gave me so much spunk. I didn't spill a single drop of his delicious fluid. I kept his cock in my mouth until I felt it softening. Working it out of my mouth I sorted his pants and trousers out so he could walk. I looked at my watch, pointedly.
"You timing me?" he said with a laugh.
"Yeah! You got twenty minutes, quarter past, OK?" I grinned up at him as I hacked the watch.
He helped me up. I waited while he went and collected a rug out of the back seat.
"Greedy bitch!" he said on his return.
"You don't know the half of it!" I told him, "where're we going?"
He took me down the path, fields on one side, woods on the other. At a 'T' path he led me into the woods. We stopped by a big beech tree. We went round behind it. Putting the rug on the floor he told me to step on. He removed my top, my silky bra and just looked at me. Naked but for stockings, suspenders and heels. It wasn't even ten o'clock in the morning!
We fucked all morning. We didn't stop for lunch and fucked all afternoon and into the early evening. I got tidied up. He dropped me off at home. He picked me up the next day. He took me to his house. We fucked in very room. It was a very big house. We fucked in the gardens. We fucked everywhere. I couldn't see him every day nor all day again but we met as often as we were able and fucked whenever we could.
I got sloppy, lazy, stupid! I got pregnant. I told him. He was delighted. Said we'd get married as soon as possible. He dropped me off at home, told me to tell my mother and that he'd look after me. As he drove away I knew I couldn't ever see him again. I told my Mum. She was excellent.
Fortunately it was a Friday night. Ted, the bank manager, and her current live in lover, offered to drive us to Lincolnshire where my Aunt Bet, Uncle Albert and cousin Geoff lived.
"Do we know the way?" he asked plaintively.
"Get us to Sleaford and I know the way from there," said Mum.
I dashed upstairs to my room and sorted through the maps Chuck had given me, way back.
"Where's Sleaford?" I asked.
"On the road from Peterborough to Lincoln," she replied quickly, "A15, I think."
I navigated to Sleaford and Mum got us the rest of the way. She was surprised that Chuck had taught me to read the maps he'd given me. I just love maps!
Uncle Albert worked on a farm and they lived in a detached house in the middle of nowhere, a perfect place to hide a pregnant slut without a husband. I'd no memory of ever seeing my Mum's sister let alone her husband and I'd never met Geoff. He was the same age as me give or take a couple of weeks. Mum and Aunt Bet always wrote, regularly, sent birthday and Christmas cards and like all sisters, always offered to be 'there when needed'. Well, she was needed! And she came up trumps!
Mum explained the situation, pulling no punches. Aunt Bet gave me a big hug and told me not to worry, she'd look after me.
"Not sure where we'll sleep her," she said, "but we'll find somewhere."
"Oh! She can sleep with Geoff," said my Mum happily, "S'not like she can get pregnant again, is it?"
Aunt Bet gave Mum a look that said, quite clearly, that they had a lot more in common than people might think. She grinned, looked me up and down appraisingly and smiled a big smile.
"I don't think Geoff's going to argue with that. I take it you won't complain too loudly either?" she grinned at me.
