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We were home. It had been a long, and hard ten days. Mum, or rather Linda had been working almost non stop for all of that time. And yesterday I’d fucked her. It had been inevitable We’d both known that at some point we’d fuck. The guy in the shoot couldn’t get it up, so I was picked by the director to step up. Mum had always said we should protect the secret. Secret and lies. My cock had never been harder, her cunt never so wet, her arse so tight. I’d fucked her hard, sadly I was sharing her, another guy, another cock. The cum though had been for her, as she looked up at me, through her long lashes. I came, erupting like a volcano, deep into her throat. She took it all, didn’t spill a drop. I came in a torrent. She loved it. And now we were home, and Linda was Mum once again. And tonight she had another booking.
“So you don’t regret dropping out of uni, then Mark,” asked my buddy Josh.
I’d known Josh since secondary school, then we’d both gone to uni, studying arts and media. He was still there.
“No mate, not at all. I learned so much working for Gerry, and now even more working as a production assistant for this firm in London.” I said.
“So how did you get it?” He asked.
A difficult question. I was really working as a personal assistant to my Mum, who was now working as an adult model, and we all knew what that meant. I’d even been in a blue movie with her. But I wasn’t about to tell Josh I’d been filmed fucking my own mother.
“It was that stage makeup course I did the other summer that swung it,” I said.
We were interrupted by the door opening. It was my Mum. Josh’s eyes almost fell out of his head. She was only wearing a pair of little panties, very little. Little and ever so slightly squiffy. I was use to seeing her tits, Josh wasn’t.
“Sorry boys, need a glass of water,” she said sleepily, disappearing into the kitchen, giving Josh a view of her shapely bum where her knickers had hiked up the crack of her arse. It was a lovely sight, one I enjoyed every time I saw it. A moment later she re emerged hold her glass.
“Mark darling I’m going up for another hour, come and wake me will you, don’t want to be late tonight.” She said. We listened to her footsteps disappearing upstairs.
“Fucking hell,” was all Josh could say.
We’d arrived home late last night, from Warwick, where she had been booked for a two day shoot. They had been long days. During the last set one of the guys couldn’t get it up. A guy without a hard on was no use to anyone. I’d been volunteered to take his place. They’d already shot a lot of content using the guy. So I was filmed, my back to the camera, or my face out shot as far as was possible. Shot fucking Linda, the gorgeous model. The gorgeous, sexy model, who was also my mother. I’d fucked her in all her holes, and made her come, and then some. But I couldn’t tell Josh that either. Secret and lies.
After that last shoot we’d gone to the after shoot party. Giselle, the director had asked Linda if she could fuck me. They always assumed Linda and I were an item, and in a way, we were. Giselle was a dirty cow, and screamed as I penetrated her, screamed again, when Linda found a vibrator, and tried to fit it up Giselle’s arse. Linda was drunk, and it was way too big. We’d all collapsed onto the sofa laughing, while all around the rest of the crew either fucked each other stupid, or drank themselves into a stupor. Some did both., including Linda, including Giselle.
“I’m sorry darling,” Mum said. “I was half asleep, did I really walk in on you and Josh in just my knickers……what did he say?”
“You really are an exhibitionist, what he said was fucking hell.”
“Did you tell him you’ve fucked me?” She asked, sipping her coffee.
“Of course I did, told him how you screamed when I put it up your arse.” I said.
“Naughty, remember that was your Christmas, and birthday present,” she laughed.
“I remember, but Christmas comes but once a year, same as I did, you on the other hand couldn’t stop coming.” I pointed out.
“So you want to fuck me again? She asked, looking so fucking innocent, as if butter wouldn’t melt in her lovely mouth.
“You know I do, but you unfortunately have a booking tonight, and we don’t have time.”
“And of course, we are at home, and here I’m Mum. You can fuck Linda, but you can’t fuck Mummy, that would be so wrong,” she said in a husky whisper.
She was right of course. At work anything went, at home she was still Mum, naked Mum true, one that would walk in my room when I was wanking, and watch, even open her pussy for me to get off. But Mum all the same.
The shoot was outdoors. Gerry was the photographer, I’d modelled for him that first time, and then again, two days later, when he filmed me being fucked by a guy whose name I couldn’t remember. Mark had worked for him, and was there, capturing it all with a stills camera, as Gerry used his video. Tonight he would film me in the red light district, while Mark used the stills camera. There were five of us, all done up like tarts. Tarty makeup, tarty clothes, all for the website. Dressed like prostitutes, in the red like district.
“Amy, is that you,” I said. She turned around, smiling.
“Linda, great to see you,” she said, kissing me on the cheek. “Is Mark here?”
“Of course, he’s the stills cameraman tonight.” I told her.
Mark had fucked her on a shoot, I caught them at it. I’d tasted her on his cock, and wanted too again.
“So how’s work?” I asked her.
“Alright, had a couple of stills shoots since I last saw you. Oh and thanks to you, I got a bonus and this booking.”
I remembered. Remembered how I had made her almost come, fingered her. Not in the script, not what she had been hired to do. She was background, booked for a solo masturbation. My fingering her meant they had to pay her extra.
“So we play the whore tonight. Are you booked for the second part tomorrow?” I asked her.
“Yes, and I am nervous, but I need the money, spent my student grant, will they pay us some of the money tonight, do you think, only I haven’t got much money left after paying for the train, and I need to find a cheap hotel,” she said.
I felt sorry for her. I’d been broke myself, knew what it was like. She was a nice girl.
“Stay at ours tonight, we live a few miles away, anyway think about it,” I told her.
“Ok ladies, listen in, these gents are your protection for the night, they will deal with any gentlemen who do not take no for an answer. The working girls and their pimps for that matter, are expecting us, so they won’t be the problem. Now lets try not to get arrested for soliciting,” Gerry laughed.
The three heavies stood behind him, looking confident, cocky, black suits, Crombie overcoats, just like the nightclub doormen they were.
“Bet I get more propositions’ than you do Amy,” I said to her.
“Bet you don’t,” she replied.
Linda looked sexy as hell, dressed in above the knee boots, and fishnet stockings. The stocking tops ended just below her leather skirt, which was so short, it was little more than a belt. A clingy black halter neck completed the outfit, her tits veiled behind the semi see through material. Her hair had been back combed, her makeup heavy, her lips red. Amy I saw wore even less, white thigh high pvc boots, a pair of latex shorts, that were brief, and had ridden up, a small, tight boob tube hide her breasts. Like Linda her hair was backcombed, and heavy with hairspray and volumeizer. The other girls were all in a similar state of undress. Dressed like street girls. Dressed to attract, attract customers. Customers who would pay for sex. Customers who tonight would be disappointed, the men in the black Crombie’s would make sure of that.
The street was busy, cars drove slowly past, looking at the goods on offer, some would stop, and negotiations would take place. Girls were driven away, some to return a short while later. The area was shabby, light by neon signs, and the orange hue of the street lights. I saw Linda, standing near a street corner, one leg bent against a wall, in the classic pose of a whore. It wasn’t long before a car stopped, she leaned into the car, what was said, I didn’t know, Gerry filmed it from a van further up the road, I caught the encounter on my camera. The car suddenly roared off, and Linda returned to her place. Other girls walked the street, keeping close to the overcoats and the other models. A BMW drew up alongside Amy, the driver got out of the car, leaning on the bonnet as he tried to do business with her. As he got hot under the collar, an overcoat moved in, and sent him on his way, “fucking prick teaser,” he shouted. My camera snapped the action for about fifteen minutes, then it was time for a change of clothing in a nearby house. I photographed the girls as they ducked through the red door.
“So, how many?” I asked Amy, a we both stripped off, ready for our next outfit.
“Four, you?” Amy said.
“Five, you should have done the BMW, you need the money,” I said cattily.
“Bitch!” Amy said.
We redressed, if you could call it being dressed. Amy and I were now in ankle boots, short latex mini skirts, and bustier, which are small corsets. Our breasts rested just inside them, a deep breath by either of us and they’d spill out. I was in red, she, in purple and black. I ran a finger along the length of her pussy, feeling the nylon thong that covered her pussy.
We were back on the street, it was busier, girls illuminated by car headlamps, by the gaudy neon. An ambulance sped past, bathing everyone in blue.
“How much for a blow job, blondie.”
“Two hours, and I want anal slut,” - nice.
“Come for drive, and we’ll have nice time, take the weight of those lovely legs.”
“Two hundred sweetie, all yours, just get in.”
I brushed them off, or just plain told them to fuck off.
I glanced across at Amy, as she waved an overcoat over.
Time to change again. This time we were going to be picked up, and driven away. We had been shown a photo of the guy we would go with. Given details of his car. An overcoat would give us confirmation. I was just wearing knickers and a bra under an open coat. My car arrived, it was the guy in the photo. The overcoat gave me the go ahead. I pretended to discuss the deal for the camera. Then I was in, and driven back. Amy arrived a short time later.
“Well, how many?” I asked.
“Twenty five,” she said. “Knew I’d beat you.”
“Who said you’d won! I said.
“Come on then, how many?”
“Twenty five,” I laughed.
“So a draw,” Amy said.
“Would we make a good pair of whores do you think Mark?” Linda asked.
We were home, where Linda would usually revert to being Mum, but Amy was there. So Mum would remain as Linda.
“I thought you both looked great,” I replied.
“That’s not what I asked.”
“If you ever needed too, you’d fit right in, especially with that makeup, and hair,” I replied.
“Would you pay to fuck us Mark?” Linda continued. “Would your friends?”
“Josh definitely would pay to fuck you,” I said.
“Then maybe you should pimp me to him, but what about Amy?” Linda teased.
“Her too,” I said.
“Next time Josh comes over, sell me to him,” Linda said.
Amy giggled, putting a hand over her mouth.
“Whose Josh, some hunk?” She asked.
“Just a friend,” I replied.
Was Linda joking. Sometimes I wondered. Since becoming a model she had changed, and then some, or had she always been like this, keeping it hidden from me, always there, just under the surface. The days shoot had been long, and bloody hard work. I’d gone in early to help set the lighting, and arrange the sets. Five girls, three guys. A hot and sweaty shoot, not hardcore, but explicit. Gerry had decided he needed Linda and as it turned out Amy in for another day to finish the job, a couple of hours of hardcore fucking. It was booked for two days time.
I needed to visit a financial advisor. My finances, always a mess, were still a mess. Only this time it was because of an excess of money, not the usual lack of it. She was professional, and suggested ways to reduce my tax bill. It would still be forty percent, that couldn’t be helped. She asked some hard questions.
“What exactly is your occupation, I’ll need it for the tax return, when I file it.” She asked.
I was dressed in a smart business suit, white blouse, close fitted jacket, and skirt which reached just below my knee. True I wore heels, underneath some very sexy underwear, green and black lace. Expensive, and why not, I could afford it. Beside my foot, as I sat facing her, across her desk was a Coco Channel handbag, a present to myself. An indulgence.
“I’m a model,” I told her.
“So you have lots of outgoing then, good, we can claim those back. I’ll need receipts……”
The meeting went on, even more uncomfortable questions.
“Look Josh mate, I can’t, sorry,” I said my friend.
“Come on, you can’t be that busy, I mean its Angie fucking Freeman.”
I thought it over. There had been a time when I would have given my right arm for a hour with Angie, not even that, ten minutes would have done.
“Sorry, but I’m working.”
“Pull a sicky, who would know?” Josh argued.
“Josh, I just can’t……….”
We were interrupted as Mum arrived home. She looked so fucking gorgeous. The suit made her look fantastic, elegant, in a secretary sort of way. My cock stiffened as she walked in.
“Hello boys, Josh how nice to see you again.” She said in that sexy voice she used when she wanted something.
“Where’s Amy?” She asked.
“Doing a quick job for Gerry,” I replied.
“Josh, have you met Amy?” She asked.
“Amy, no, who’s Amy?” Josh asked.
“Mark, are you keeping her to yourself. Tutt tutt. Amy, Josh is a model, just like me.”
Josh was momentarily struck dumb.
“A model, you really?” Josh asked, “but when, where?”
“Mark, haven’t you shown Josh any of my photo’s?”
“No Mum, of course not.” I replied.
I had been keeping Mum’s modelling a secret. I knew eventually people would find out, a quick internet search would find her. The website she worked for was promoting her hard. She knew it was inevitable.
I powered up the computer, and found a file with some of her stills photo’s. I showed Josh, as Mum looked over his shoulder.
“Fucking hell, you look awesome,” he enthused.
“Come on Mark, show him some of the naughty ones,” Mum said.
I was looking for the file when Amy arrived back from Gerry’s.
“Josh, this is Amy,” Mum introduced her. “Amy is a model as well, Mark will show you some of her.
Josh gulped “hello.”
I was enjoying myself. Naughty I knew. Mark’s friend hadn’t done anything to make me tease him so, but he’d find out about my modelling sooner, rather than later.
“Wow, oh my God, is that really you two, together?” Josh asked, looking at a photo Mark had taken of me, as I fingered Amy at the shoot in Warwick.
“Are you shocked Josh, she had a nice pussy, and it tastes like you wouldn‘t believe.” I said. “You clearly like what you see.”
Josh blushed, as I made reference to his evident hard on.
“And Mark takes the photo’s?” Josh managed to asked.
“He does, he is my PA, and will soon be my manager.” I told him.
“Fucking hell,” Josh said, again.
“Want to have a look, see the real thing,” I teased.
“Really?” Josh said softly.
I unbuttoned my jacket, threw it on the chair, then unzipped my skirt, letting it fall around my ankles, where I carefully stepped out of it.
“More,” I asked him.
He could only nod.
The financial advisor had suggested I employ a manager, a way of saving myself some tax. A manager would need expenses, expensive to be used against my tax bill. I asked if my son would be an acceptable choice. She told me it would. My question was would Mark make hard choices, would he shrink away from business decisions because I was his Mum. This was a little test, of him, as well as myself. Could I let him make decisions for me, about me. He needed to be able to sell me, possibly to the highest bidder, my contract wouldn’t last forever, there were other ways of making money, which the advisor had hinted at, besides modelling, he’d need to find others who would buy my body, my face in ways I hadn’t yet considered.
“Well if you want to see more, of me, or Amy, you need to negotiate with Mark.” I said. I knew Amy would go along with whatever happened, especially if it involved cash.
“Well Josh, you heard what Linda said, want to see the goods,” Mark asked.
“Fuck yeah,” he replied.
“Ok, then a hundred to see her naked, another hundred to see Amy.” Mark said.
“I’ll pay a hundred to see your Mum, but fifty for Amy.” Josh offered.
“Make it seventy five for Amy, and you have a deal, but cash now,” Mark said.
“Done.”
I smiled, Mark seemed willing to make decisions, at least here.
I stood by Amy, “you ok with this,” I asked her so the boys couldn‘t hear.
“Yeah, I need the money, but is Mark really your son?” She asked.
“He is, our secret, your shocked?” I asked her.
“No, not shocked. I guessed when I saw a photo of you both on the fridge door last night.”
I watched as Mum unbuttoned her blouse, as Amy pushed the shoulder straps of her dress from her shoulders, the dress falling to the floor. They stood in their lingerie, my cock stirred, even though I’d seen them both many times, fucked them both. But it was Mum who really did it for me.
Mum bent her arms behind her, unclipping her bra. Josh took a sharp intake of breath as her breasts sprang free. I didn’t blame him.
“Take your panties off,” Josh said suddenly finding his voice.
I smiled at him, he looked like the cat that had got the cream.
I turned around, and pulled my knickers down, giving him a view of my arse. Amy beside me lowered her thong, slowly. I wiggled my hips. Then together we turned.
I looked at Josh, at Mark. Both were hard, my son and his friend.
“Worth the money Josh?” I asked.
He could only nod.
I walked to Mark, and whispered in his ear. He stiffened, looked at me hard.
“You’re sure?”
“Mark, I need a manager, someone who will look out for my interests. Decide what jobs I should take, and make it happen. Don’t ask me, otherwise what’s the point of having a manager.”
I turned away from her. Turned to Josh.
“Josh, my friend, you like what you see. Fabulous aren’t they. I bet you would like to fuck her, wouldn’t you. We’ve often talked about it. Now’s your opportunity.”
There I’d said it. I was pimping my mother, or trying to.
“I want to, how much?” Josh asked straightaway.
I though about it. Josh’s father was loaded, he made sure Josh had a generous allowance.
“An hour, seven fifty.” I said. “If you want longer, or both of them we can talk.” I said.
“Seven hundred and fifty quid, that’s a lot for an hour.” Josh said.
“A reasonable price, and you know it.” I said. “Cash of course.”
“Cash! I don’t have that much on me.” Josh said.
“Shame.” I replied.
“Alright, alright, look here’ my divers watch, as a surety.”
“Done.” The watch was worth at least three grand.
I watched as my mate was led upstairs by my Mum wearing just her heels, suspenders and stockings her bare arse so inviting. I wondered if he’d fuck her arse. Wondered and was jealous, jealous of my friend fucking my mother.
“Well Mark, if you can pimp me to Josh, you are the man I’m looking for. I want you to manage me.”
“You can manage me as well Mark,” Amy put in. “As well as your Mum!”
“You’re sure, both of you?”
“Yes, we both chimed. We’ll need to talk about what work we‘ll do, you’ll have ideas of course. Right now we need a board meeting.” I said.
Amy and Mark both looked at me, questioning.
“The king size in my room would be ideal I think.”
I lay on my bed, with Amy. I still wore my suspender belt, and stockings, and of course my heels. Amy was just naked. I rolled over, and kissed her, as Mark quickly stripped off, his cock hardening, sprung from his black boxer shorts. I felt him on the bed beside me, I turned towards him, taking his cock in my mouth, I wrapped my tongue around it, then pulled away.
“I can taste Amy on this young man!” I said.
“Well you didn’t expect us to do nothing while Josh fucked you, did you Mum?”
I smiled at him, “no of course not, and he was such a polite boy. Will I be seeing him again do you think?”
“You will, he wants a threesome with you both, do want to know how much he’s paying?” Mark asked us.
“No darling, we trust you not to sell us cheaply, now fuck me.”
“Yes Mum.”
I rolled on top of him, feeling his hard cock trapped between us. I kissed him, my tongue in his mouth. I felt a hand slip between us, Amy’s. She found his cock, then guided it into my wet pussy, first slipping her finger inside me. As I sunk down onto Marks erection, I watched her lick her fingers dry.
“Mmm, nice, Linda and come.” Amy said. “Here Linda, taste this.”
Amy straddled my face, and lowered her cunt onto me. She had a beautiful pussy, waxed and smooth, and tidy, her inner lips only just visible through her outer lips, unlike mine, which protruded when I was excited. I tasted her. I liked it, liked her juices, mixed with the salty taste of Marks come. I licked her, lapping it all up, then move onto her clit, as Mark fucked me hard, making my face bump into her wetness. God he was hard. Hard and big. I was coming, he always made me come quickly. It built within me, then like a tsunami burst over me. I arched my back, as he thrust his cock deep inside me. Amy ground down onto my face, her cunt making my face wet. She came as my tongue did its work, I heard her groan with pleasure, and that made me come again. We swapped over, and I watched my son fuck her from behind, then positioned myself so she could use her tongue on my aching pussy. He had stamina, and even though he had come inside Amy as Josh had fucked me, he couldn’t last forever.
“I’m coming Mum, do you want it?”
I did. He came in my mouth, not the first time he had done so, but the first time he had called me Mum as he did it.
“So you don’t regret dropping out of uni, then Mark,” asked my buddy Josh.
I’d known Josh since secondary school, then we’d both gone to uni, studying arts and media. He was still there.
“No mate, not at all. I learned so much working for Gerry, and now even more working as a production assistant for this firm in London.” I said.
“So how did you get it?” He asked.
A difficult question. I was really working as a personal assistant to my Mum, who was now working as an adult model, and we all knew what that meant. I’d even been in a blue movie with her. But I wasn’t about to tell Josh I’d been filmed fucking my own mother.
“It was that stage makeup course I did the other summer that swung it,” I said.
We were interrupted by the door opening. It was my Mum. Josh’s eyes almost fell out of his head. She was only wearing a pair of little panties, very little. Little and ever so slightly squiffy. I was use to seeing her tits, Josh wasn’t.
“Sorry boys, need a glass of water,” she said sleepily, disappearing into the kitchen, giving Josh a view of her shapely bum where her knickers had hiked up the crack of her arse. It was a lovely sight, one I enjoyed every time I saw it. A moment later she re emerged hold her glass.
“Mark darling I’m going up for another hour, come and wake me will you, don’t want to be late tonight.” She said. We listened to her footsteps disappearing upstairs.
“Fucking hell,” was all Josh could say.
We’d arrived home late last night, from Warwick, where she had been booked for a two day shoot. They had been long days. During the last set one of the guys couldn’t get it up. A guy without a hard on was no use to anyone. I’d been volunteered to take his place. They’d already shot a lot of content using the guy. So I was filmed, my back to the camera, or my face out shot as far as was possible. Shot fucking Linda, the gorgeous model. The gorgeous, sexy model, who was also my mother. I’d fucked her in all her holes, and made her come, and then some. But I couldn’t tell Josh that either. Secret and lies.
After that last shoot we’d gone to the after shoot party. Giselle, the director had asked Linda if she could fuck me. They always assumed Linda and I were an item, and in a way, we were. Giselle was a dirty cow, and screamed as I penetrated her, screamed again, when Linda found a vibrator, and tried to fit it up Giselle’s arse. Linda was drunk, and it was way too big. We’d all collapsed onto the sofa laughing, while all around the rest of the crew either fucked each other stupid, or drank themselves into a stupor. Some did both., including Linda, including Giselle.
“I’m sorry darling,” Mum said. “I was half asleep, did I really walk in on you and Josh in just my knickers……what did he say?”
“You really are an exhibitionist, what he said was fucking hell.”
“Did you tell him you’ve fucked me?” She asked, sipping her coffee.
“Of course I did, told him how you screamed when I put it up your arse.” I said.
“Naughty, remember that was your Christmas, and birthday present,” she laughed.
“I remember, but Christmas comes but once a year, same as I did, you on the other hand couldn’t stop coming.” I pointed out.
“So you want to fuck me again? She asked, looking so fucking innocent, as if butter wouldn’t melt in her lovely mouth.
“You know I do, but you unfortunately have a booking tonight, and we don’t have time.”
“And of course, we are at home, and here I’m Mum. You can fuck Linda, but you can’t fuck Mummy, that would be so wrong,” she said in a husky whisper.
She was right of course. At work anything went, at home she was still Mum, naked Mum true, one that would walk in my room when I was wanking, and watch, even open her pussy for me to get off. But Mum all the same.
The shoot was outdoors. Gerry was the photographer, I’d modelled for him that first time, and then again, two days later, when he filmed me being fucked by a guy whose name I couldn’t remember. Mark had worked for him, and was there, capturing it all with a stills camera, as Gerry used his video. Tonight he would film me in the red light district, while Mark used the stills camera. There were five of us, all done up like tarts. Tarty makeup, tarty clothes, all for the website. Dressed like prostitutes, in the red like district.
“Amy, is that you,” I said. She turned around, smiling.
“Linda, great to see you,” she said, kissing me on the cheek. “Is Mark here?”
“Of course, he’s the stills cameraman tonight.” I told her.
Mark had fucked her on a shoot, I caught them at it. I’d tasted her on his cock, and wanted too again.
“So how’s work?” I asked her.
“Alright, had a couple of stills shoots since I last saw you. Oh and thanks to you, I got a bonus and this booking.”
I remembered. Remembered how I had made her almost come, fingered her. Not in the script, not what she had been hired to do. She was background, booked for a solo masturbation. My fingering her meant they had to pay her extra.
“So we play the whore tonight. Are you booked for the second part tomorrow?” I asked her.
“Yes, and I am nervous, but I need the money, spent my student grant, will they pay us some of the money tonight, do you think, only I haven’t got much money left after paying for the train, and I need to find a cheap hotel,” she said.
I felt sorry for her. I’d been broke myself, knew what it was like. She was a nice girl.
“Stay at ours tonight, we live a few miles away, anyway think about it,” I told her.
“Ok ladies, listen in, these gents are your protection for the night, they will deal with any gentlemen who do not take no for an answer. The working girls and their pimps for that matter, are expecting us, so they won’t be the problem. Now lets try not to get arrested for soliciting,” Gerry laughed.
The three heavies stood behind him, looking confident, cocky, black suits, Crombie overcoats, just like the nightclub doormen they were.
“Bet I get more propositions’ than you do Amy,” I said to her.
“Bet you don’t,” she replied.
Linda looked sexy as hell, dressed in above the knee boots, and fishnet stockings. The stocking tops ended just below her leather skirt, which was so short, it was little more than a belt. A clingy black halter neck completed the outfit, her tits veiled behind the semi see through material. Her hair had been back combed, her makeup heavy, her lips red. Amy I saw wore even less, white thigh high pvc boots, a pair of latex shorts, that were brief, and had ridden up, a small, tight boob tube hide her breasts. Like Linda her hair was backcombed, and heavy with hairspray and volumeizer. The other girls were all in a similar state of undress. Dressed like street girls. Dressed to attract, attract customers. Customers who would pay for sex. Customers who tonight would be disappointed, the men in the black Crombie’s would make sure of that.
The street was busy, cars drove slowly past, looking at the goods on offer, some would stop, and negotiations would take place. Girls were driven away, some to return a short while later. The area was shabby, light by neon signs, and the orange hue of the street lights. I saw Linda, standing near a street corner, one leg bent against a wall, in the classic pose of a whore. It wasn’t long before a car stopped, she leaned into the car, what was said, I didn’t know, Gerry filmed it from a van further up the road, I caught the encounter on my camera. The car suddenly roared off, and Linda returned to her place. Other girls walked the street, keeping close to the overcoats and the other models. A BMW drew up alongside Amy, the driver got out of the car, leaning on the bonnet as he tried to do business with her. As he got hot under the collar, an overcoat moved in, and sent him on his way, “fucking prick teaser,” he shouted. My camera snapped the action for about fifteen minutes, then it was time for a change of clothing in a nearby house. I photographed the girls as they ducked through the red door.
“So, how many?” I asked Amy, a we both stripped off, ready for our next outfit.
“Four, you?” Amy said.
“Five, you should have done the BMW, you need the money,” I said cattily.
“Bitch!” Amy said.
We redressed, if you could call it being dressed. Amy and I were now in ankle boots, short latex mini skirts, and bustier, which are small corsets. Our breasts rested just inside them, a deep breath by either of us and they’d spill out. I was in red, she, in purple and black. I ran a finger along the length of her pussy, feeling the nylon thong that covered her pussy.
We were back on the street, it was busier, girls illuminated by car headlamps, by the gaudy neon. An ambulance sped past, bathing everyone in blue.
“How much for a blow job, blondie.”
“Two hours, and I want anal slut,” - nice.
“Come for drive, and we’ll have nice time, take the weight of those lovely legs.”
“Two hundred sweetie, all yours, just get in.”
I brushed them off, or just plain told them to fuck off.
I glanced across at Amy, as she waved an overcoat over.
Time to change again. This time we were going to be picked up, and driven away. We had been shown a photo of the guy we would go with. Given details of his car. An overcoat would give us confirmation. I was just wearing knickers and a bra under an open coat. My car arrived, it was the guy in the photo. The overcoat gave me the go ahead. I pretended to discuss the deal for the camera. Then I was in, and driven back. Amy arrived a short time later.
“Well, how many?” I asked.
“Twenty five,” she said. “Knew I’d beat you.”
“Who said you’d won! I said.
“Come on then, how many?”
“Twenty five,” I laughed.
“So a draw,” Amy said.
“Would we make a good pair of whores do you think Mark?” Linda asked.
We were home, where Linda would usually revert to being Mum, but Amy was there. So Mum would remain as Linda.
“I thought you both looked great,” I replied.
“That’s not what I asked.”
“If you ever needed too, you’d fit right in, especially with that makeup, and hair,” I replied.
“Would you pay to fuck us Mark?” Linda continued. “Would your friends?”
“Josh definitely would pay to fuck you,” I said.
“Then maybe you should pimp me to him, but what about Amy?” Linda teased.
“Her too,” I said.
“Next time Josh comes over, sell me to him,” Linda said.
Amy giggled, putting a hand over her mouth.
“Whose Josh, some hunk?” She asked.
“Just a friend,” I replied.
Was Linda joking. Sometimes I wondered. Since becoming a model she had changed, and then some, or had she always been like this, keeping it hidden from me, always there, just under the surface. The days shoot had been long, and bloody hard work. I’d gone in early to help set the lighting, and arrange the sets. Five girls, three guys. A hot and sweaty shoot, not hardcore, but explicit. Gerry had decided he needed Linda and as it turned out Amy in for another day to finish the job, a couple of hours of hardcore fucking. It was booked for two days time.
I needed to visit a financial advisor. My finances, always a mess, were still a mess. Only this time it was because of an excess of money, not the usual lack of it. She was professional, and suggested ways to reduce my tax bill. It would still be forty percent, that couldn’t be helped. She asked some hard questions.
“What exactly is your occupation, I’ll need it for the tax return, when I file it.” She asked.
I was dressed in a smart business suit, white blouse, close fitted jacket, and skirt which reached just below my knee. True I wore heels, underneath some very sexy underwear, green and black lace. Expensive, and why not, I could afford it. Beside my foot, as I sat facing her, across her desk was a Coco Channel handbag, a present to myself. An indulgence.
“I’m a model,” I told her.
“So you have lots of outgoing then, good, we can claim those back. I’ll need receipts……”
The meeting went on, even more uncomfortable questions.
“Look Josh mate, I can’t, sorry,” I said my friend.
“Come on, you can’t be that busy, I mean its Angie fucking Freeman.”
I thought it over. There had been a time when I would have given my right arm for a hour with Angie, not even that, ten minutes would have done.
“Sorry, but I’m working.”
“Pull a sicky, who would know?” Josh argued.
“Josh, I just can’t……….”
We were interrupted as Mum arrived home. She looked so fucking gorgeous. The suit made her look fantastic, elegant, in a secretary sort of way. My cock stiffened as she walked in.
“Hello boys, Josh how nice to see you again.” She said in that sexy voice she used when she wanted something.
“Where’s Amy?” She asked.
“Doing a quick job for Gerry,” I replied.
“Josh, have you met Amy?” She asked.
“Amy, no, who’s Amy?” Josh asked.
“Mark, are you keeping her to yourself. Tutt tutt. Amy, Josh is a model, just like me.”
Josh was momentarily struck dumb.
“A model, you really?” Josh asked, “but when, where?”
“Mark, haven’t you shown Josh any of my photo’s?”
“No Mum, of course not.” I replied.
I had been keeping Mum’s modelling a secret. I knew eventually people would find out, a quick internet search would find her. The website she worked for was promoting her hard. She knew it was inevitable.
I powered up the computer, and found a file with some of her stills photo’s. I showed Josh, as Mum looked over his shoulder.
“Fucking hell, you look awesome,” he enthused.
“Come on Mark, show him some of the naughty ones,” Mum said.
I was looking for the file when Amy arrived back from Gerry’s.
“Josh, this is Amy,” Mum introduced her. “Amy is a model as well, Mark will show you some of her.
Josh gulped “hello.”
I was enjoying myself. Naughty I knew. Mark’s friend hadn’t done anything to make me tease him so, but he’d find out about my modelling sooner, rather than later.
“Wow, oh my God, is that really you two, together?” Josh asked, looking at a photo Mark had taken of me, as I fingered Amy at the shoot in Warwick.
“Are you shocked Josh, she had a nice pussy, and it tastes like you wouldn‘t believe.” I said. “You clearly like what you see.”
Josh blushed, as I made reference to his evident hard on.
“And Mark takes the photo’s?” Josh managed to asked.
“He does, he is my PA, and will soon be my manager.” I told him.
“Fucking hell,” Josh said, again.
“Want to have a look, see the real thing,” I teased.
“Really?” Josh said softly.
I unbuttoned my jacket, threw it on the chair, then unzipped my skirt, letting it fall around my ankles, where I carefully stepped out of it.
“More,” I asked him.
He could only nod.
The financial advisor had suggested I employ a manager, a way of saving myself some tax. A manager would need expenses, expensive to be used against my tax bill. I asked if my son would be an acceptable choice. She told me it would. My question was would Mark make hard choices, would he shrink away from business decisions because I was his Mum. This was a little test, of him, as well as myself. Could I let him make decisions for me, about me. He needed to be able to sell me, possibly to the highest bidder, my contract wouldn’t last forever, there were other ways of making money, which the advisor had hinted at, besides modelling, he’d need to find others who would buy my body, my face in ways I hadn’t yet considered.
“Well if you want to see more, of me, or Amy, you need to negotiate with Mark.” I said. I knew Amy would go along with whatever happened, especially if it involved cash.
“Well Josh, you heard what Linda said, want to see the goods,” Mark asked.
“Fuck yeah,” he replied.
“Ok, then a hundred to see her naked, another hundred to see Amy.” Mark said.
“I’ll pay a hundred to see your Mum, but fifty for Amy.” Josh offered.
“Make it seventy five for Amy, and you have a deal, but cash now,” Mark said.
“Done.”
I smiled, Mark seemed willing to make decisions, at least here.
I stood by Amy, “you ok with this,” I asked her so the boys couldn‘t hear.
“Yeah, I need the money, but is Mark really your son?” She asked.
“He is, our secret, your shocked?” I asked her.
“No, not shocked. I guessed when I saw a photo of you both on the fridge door last night.”
I watched as Mum unbuttoned her blouse, as Amy pushed the shoulder straps of her dress from her shoulders, the dress falling to the floor. They stood in their lingerie, my cock stirred, even though I’d seen them both many times, fucked them both. But it was Mum who really did it for me.
Mum bent her arms behind her, unclipping her bra. Josh took a sharp intake of breath as her breasts sprang free. I didn’t blame him.
“Take your panties off,” Josh said suddenly finding his voice.
I smiled at him, he looked like the cat that had got the cream.
I turned around, and pulled my knickers down, giving him a view of my arse. Amy beside me lowered her thong, slowly. I wiggled my hips. Then together we turned.
I looked at Josh, at Mark. Both were hard, my son and his friend.
“Worth the money Josh?” I asked.
He could only nod.
I walked to Mark, and whispered in his ear. He stiffened, looked at me hard.
“You’re sure?”
“Mark, I need a manager, someone who will look out for my interests. Decide what jobs I should take, and make it happen. Don’t ask me, otherwise what’s the point of having a manager.”
I turned away from her. Turned to Josh.
“Josh, my friend, you like what you see. Fabulous aren’t they. I bet you would like to fuck her, wouldn’t you. We’ve often talked about it. Now’s your opportunity.”
There I’d said it. I was pimping my mother, or trying to.
“I want to, how much?” Josh asked straightaway.
I though about it. Josh’s father was loaded, he made sure Josh had a generous allowance.
“An hour, seven fifty.” I said. “If you want longer, or both of them we can talk.” I said.
“Seven hundred and fifty quid, that’s a lot for an hour.” Josh said.
“A reasonable price, and you know it.” I said. “Cash of course.”
“Cash! I don’t have that much on me.” Josh said.
“Shame.” I replied.
“Alright, alright, look here’ my divers watch, as a surety.”
“Done.” The watch was worth at least three grand.
I watched as my mate was led upstairs by my Mum wearing just her heels, suspenders and stockings her bare arse so inviting. I wondered if he’d fuck her arse. Wondered and was jealous, jealous of my friend fucking my mother.
“Well Mark, if you can pimp me to Josh, you are the man I’m looking for. I want you to manage me.”
“You can manage me as well Mark,” Amy put in. “As well as your Mum!”
“You’re sure, both of you?”
“Yes, we both chimed. We’ll need to talk about what work we‘ll do, you’ll have ideas of course. Right now we need a board meeting.” I said.
Amy and Mark both looked at me, questioning.
“The king size in my room would be ideal I think.”
I lay on my bed, with Amy. I still wore my suspender belt, and stockings, and of course my heels. Amy was just naked. I rolled over, and kissed her, as Mark quickly stripped off, his cock hardening, sprung from his black boxer shorts. I felt him on the bed beside me, I turned towards him, taking his cock in my mouth, I wrapped my tongue around it, then pulled away.
“I can taste Amy on this young man!” I said.
“Well you didn’t expect us to do nothing while Josh fucked you, did you Mum?”
I smiled at him, “no of course not, and he was such a polite boy. Will I be seeing him again do you think?”
“You will, he wants a threesome with you both, do want to know how much he’s paying?” Mark asked us.
“No darling, we trust you not to sell us cheaply, now fuck me.”
“Yes Mum.”
I rolled on top of him, feeling his hard cock trapped between us. I kissed him, my tongue in his mouth. I felt a hand slip between us, Amy’s. She found his cock, then guided it into my wet pussy, first slipping her finger inside me. As I sunk down onto Marks erection, I watched her lick her fingers dry.
“Mmm, nice, Linda and come.” Amy said. “Here Linda, taste this.”
Amy straddled my face, and lowered her cunt onto me. She had a beautiful pussy, waxed and smooth, and tidy, her inner lips only just visible through her outer lips, unlike mine, which protruded when I was excited. I tasted her. I liked it, liked her juices, mixed with the salty taste of Marks come. I licked her, lapping it all up, then move onto her clit, as Mark fucked me hard, making my face bump into her wetness. God he was hard. Hard and big. I was coming, he always made me come quickly. It built within me, then like a tsunami burst over me. I arched my back, as he thrust his cock deep inside me. Amy ground down onto my face, her cunt making my face wet. She came as my tongue did its work, I heard her groan with pleasure, and that made me come again. We swapped over, and I watched my son fuck her from behind, then positioned myself so she could use her tongue on my aching pussy. He had stamina, and even though he had come inside Amy as Josh had fucked me, he couldn’t last forever.
“I’m coming Mum, do you want it?”
I did. He came in my mouth, not the first time he had done so, but the first time he had called me Mum as he did it.
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