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As I turned the corner of the shelves, I had to stop short to avoid running into the short plump woman in the charcoal suit and green silk top, mile-deep cleavage meeting the V of the blouse to make down-pointing arrow framed by the jacket fit snugly around and under the hills within, and out of politeness glanced immediately a bit further up to the brown eyes staring at me more than a head length below my eyes. After a second, I gasped and said, “Mrs. Pan, how the hell are you?”

She grinned back and said even more quietly, leaning in a little to make sure I heard, “Just Ms. now, Brant, but we’ve known each other long enough you can call me May.”

She would never have let me do so back in the days when Pearl was giving herself to me freely, so I smiled, “Good to see you again, May.”

“And you,” she smiled. She looked up at the bookcase I had turned past and added quietly, “Surely you don’t need to read how-to books on sex? I was under the impression you learned that very well with my daughter.”

I managed not to cough and, quicker on my feet than I felt, simply smiled, “I was checking whether my latest volume was in stock.”

She chuckled quietly and said, “Let me buy you a coffee so we can catch up, and be sure to send me an advance copy. For research purposes.”

As we walked to the coffee shop in the bookstore, I felt the old desire for her that had gotten its hooks in me the first time Pearl had introduced me to her. “She’s just a boring dumpy old Asian woman,” Pearl had said, but in fact, she was vibrant, alive, sensual, and fascinating, even to a high school senior with designs on her daughter’s chastity.

I looked down at her as she stopped to look at a display of new books; she looked up at me as I was devouring her with my eyes, and after a moment murmured, “You’ve grown up very nicely.”

I simply nodded and continued gazing into her eyes; after a minute they narrowed as she smiled and looked back at the books, and I took the opportunity to glance quickly at her full figure, wide hips and thick waist as beguiling as ever. She glanced back and smiled at my attention. “Come,” she said, “caffeine is calling.”

Over the next fifteen minutes we chatted quietly, staring into each other’s eyes, over a too-small table that made our conversation seem intimate, even secret, and within a minute were flirting accordingly.

“You’re still gorgeous,” I said finally.

“You always did have an eye for me,” she said directly as she looked at me unblinking.

“True beauty always stands out.”

“So my husband said from the first day we met. He was always, shall we say, on his toes whenever he saw me.”

“And yet…”

She thought for a second and her face darkened. “No, my husband died four years ago,” she said as she looked down into her coffee, then back up at me. “Car accident. A year after Pearl broke it off with you.”

We sat quietly for a minute and then I asked, “And Pearl, how is she then?”

She smiled oddly. “You’ll be heartbroken, I’m sure, to learn she is now married. A bit over a year and a half now.”

“Is he a good man?”

She smiled even more oddly, “For her, I suppose.” She sipped from her coffee and asked, “And what are you up to these days?”

I told her of my job and doings, and she listened intently, watching me intensely, and proving she knew what she was talking about asked several questions that had me on my toes. After she had satisfied her curiosity, I asked, “And what do you do now?”

She smiled, “For the first few months after…having to fend for myself, I learned how to invest all the money he left me. I could have been extremely well off without doing anything but sit on my ass, but it’s already well developed enough and who knows, I could lose it all just by not knowing more than basic accounting. He had taught me a lot about money though when he let me help him with some of his less important tasks, and I must have been a good student, but most days I only need to read the stock pages and financial section for an hour and I’m done for the day, so I returned to my first career. A hobby, really, but a successful one.”

“What is that? Artist? Dancer?”

She smiled happily, “No, you might say I’m an actress of sorts.”

“Let me buy you lunch and you can tell me all about it.”

“No, come to work with me now and I’ll show you.”

“Gladly.”

She grinned, “It’ll be ‘Bring Your Daughter’s Ex to Work Day.’”

She led me through the parking garage to a small door in a fence, and we entered a small garden that formed a court onto which three spare but solid doors opened. She led me to the one on the right and said, “This is the private entrance for the owners around here. Wealth has privileges, and pays for them well.” She led me into a comfortable foyer, locked the outer door behind us, and opened the inner door, and switched on a light to a well-appointed office, desk with a computer in the corner, a leather couch, and two chairs in the middle, and a sideboard. She seated me in one of the chairs as she went to her desk and checked the computer briefly and intently, then made a quick call. “Hello, Doreen, I’m in. Any cancellations? … Good, good, buzz me when Mr. Kurtzman arrives. … Already here?” She smiled. “Right, send him in in five minutes.”

She smiled at me, “So, come with me.” She led me into a dark small room with a comfortable chair facing a mirror and hit a switch that illuminated another room beyond the mirror. “Sit here and watch. I do think it will be well worth your time.”

She closed the door, and I stared in surprise at the room, which while beautifully decorated had an obvious purpose. Two minutes later she appeared in the room in nothing but a richly decorated robe tight around her full figure. I blinked as she prepared a massage table with swift ease and then turned and smiled as the door opened and a middle-aged man entered in just a robe.

“Hello, Jacob.”

“Hello, Ms. Pan.”

“The usual?”

“But of course.” She nodded and watched with a bewitching smile as he dropped the robe and stood before her, an uninspiring physique for which a full erection fully compensated.

She smiled joyously, transformed into a woman seemingly younger and more naïve, and said happily, “You’re always so glad to see me, Jacob! Look at that!” All three of us did for a moment, and then she led him to the table and lay him face down on it for a thorough massage.

Twenty minutes later she had him roll over and undid her robe to leave her bare above the waist but securely held close on the hips. I stared as avidly as Jacob at the mammary bliss open finally to our eyes, sagging and full, smooth and perfectly rounded, a light tan with dark nipples and two-inch-wide aureolae. The fevered speculations I had pursued, second brain in hand, for the five years or so I had fantasized about her off and on were finally answered, and the reality was more beautiful than I had managed to imagine.

At that moment she began massaging his front; Jacob reached up and began fondling her breasts as they overflowed his eager hands. As I stared, memorizing what he let me see of her breasts from every angle, she had become a third persona, worldly and seductive, as she kept up a stream of low-pitched patter about Jacob’s body, praising his sexiness in many different ways, none false yet none obvious, and I watched dumbstruck as she massaged him thoroughly, her breasts swinging free as she finished his legs.

His head was thrown back as she worked out a sore spot, and with a glance at his closed eyes, she looked up and straight into my eyes. She blew a kiss and then glanced down at his cock and back up at me. She made a jerking motion briefly and shook her head, glanced downward toward my cock and up again, and shook her head once more before returning to her client.

After another minute only one muscle remained unmassaged. She pulled out a condom and unwrapped it and slid it expertly on Jacob’s cock. She looked into his eyes and said, “Such a beautiful man deserves the ultimate pleasure.”

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, echoing my fevered thoughts, and rested his upper weight on his elbows to look down as she lowered her head to his cock and took the head between her lips. She stared up at him, occasionally glancing to the side to look in the mirror and stare into my eyes, and worked him deep inside her, his six inches completely inside her within two minutes. She stared up unblinking as he reached the peak and then bobbed her head as he spilled, screaming in ecstasy as he gripped the edge of the table tightly.

She let him snooze for a minute as she removed the condom and wiped him up gently, and after a minute redid the top of her robe and nudged him awake. “You’ll be late back to the office,” she smiled tenderly, and he nodded.

“Same time next week good?”

She smiled, “Of course! I’ll always have an opening for you.” They laughed and he left to dress. After the door closed, she cleaned up quickly, much of the time staring into the mirror and almost always directly into my eyes. Thirty seconds after she finished, she opened the door and smiled at me, “Join me in my office?”

We sat in the chairs and I tried not to drool as she said, “So now you know. I’m a pro. Like I said, an actress of sorts. My clients’ fantasies brought to life. Like Jacob. He likes powerful women, especially Asian women. Ones who seem a little weak and then their passion comes to life for him and they’re swept away and drink him. How was it?”

“Very convincing!”

She nodded as she stared into my eyes questioningly. “And did you like it?”

“Yes.”

“So will you stay to see the rest today, or have I scared you off?”

“I’ll be there on the edge.” I paused a second and added, “Of my seat.”

“You’ll probably especially like the next one. Most men would, I suspect. Special client. Let’s just say…high up in the department within the police fighting the good fight of this wretched righteous city against vice and immorality. It’s my weekly fee to make sure the guardians of purity turn a blind eye to my hobby.” She glanced at the clock and said, “Remember, silence. Complete darkness. And there’s nothing to wipe up with, so no spills.”

She went to the desk and phoned briefly. “Is the next appointment here? Good, yes, in five minutes.”

She held the door open for me and waited until I was seated in the room and said, “Remember, your lips are sealed. That’s the law, and this is the law.” I nodded and she smiled and went to work.

After five minutes, the door opened and an older black woman entered in a red robe, tough-looking, and steady-eyed, and May said quietly and playfully, “We meet again, dear Inspector.” The woman walked to the little table on the side and removed her robe and stood tall, her warm brown skin beautiful against the light blue wallpaper. I watched as her thick triangle came into view within wide hips under a thick waist and full breasts, and looked up to the brown eyes that examined the scene in the mirror almost as if searching me out. She turned and watched fixedly as May removed her own robe, just a thick pair of panties preventing me from glimpsing my dream.

The next 45 minutes passed without my noticing them as May massaged her back and front, letting her caress her breasts as she built her client’s desire to the highest pitch and then stared into her eyes as she raised her thighs to open her to her hand and caressed expertly, watching gimlet-eyed as she came alive, and at a certain point looked into my eyes through the mirror, smiled, and then went to the foot of the table and lowered her face between the thick brown thighs and worked fast and hard, all the details I wished I could see hidden. The Inspector’s reaction was evident, however, as she circled her hips and gasped for a minute and then thrust forward, lifting her ass half a foot off the table as she grabbed May’s head tightly and held her face hard against her wet center, fucking up and out as hard as I’d ever seen a woman play out her lust, and then she moaned heavily and crushed May’s head for a minute.

May stayed in place after her climax and continued playing until she came alive again. “How many times, Sarah?” she asked.

“Three.”

She returned to sucking and soon drew out a second massive climax. Looking up into the mirror with a mischievous smile and wink, she said, “Let’s watch you together while you come for the last time.”

“What?”

“Yes, like this.” She seated Sarah so that she faced the mirror, and standing behind her let her lean back until her lips were fully exposed to me when she raised her thighs. They both stared into the mirror, May knowing exactly where to look so that it seemed she was staring at me, and then rubbed her expertly, letting me see every detail as Sarah fell to pieces against her hand, staring at the image of the tan hand spreading her black lips and working deep into the pink within.

Sarah came two minutes later, leaning back in May’s arms, and finally collapsed, closing her thighs as May removed her hand. “Please let me…”

“No, I told you I prefer to keep this professional.”

Sarah smiled, “You can’t stop a girl from asking.”

They kissed cheeks and Sarah left; May washed up quickly, herself and then the table, and put on her robe and then led me into her office. “You loved that, didn’t you?”

“Of course. I just wish I could have seen it when you were…kissing her.”

She shrugged, “It’s just a cunt. Surely you’re tired of the same old same old? I am, and no doubt you’ve seen almost as many as I have.”

“It’s a never-exhausted, evergreen pleasure.”

She chortled, “Well phrased.”

“You never let her do you back?”

“She’s a client, not a friend. It’s a solid boundary. I only suck her without a dam because she insists, and as a representative of the law, I let her have that privilege. Everyone else needs latex.”

She went to the desk and phoned again. “Right, send him in in five minutes.” She looked at me appraisingly. “I still haven’t scared you off?”

“I’m more fascinated than ever.”

“Right, well, the next one’s kind of boring. You shouldn’t take a nap though; I don’t want you snoring and giving up the game.”

We laughed and I watched as she massaged a well-off, well-hung schlub who looked to be in his early thirties, bringing him off by mouth expertly into a condom, and then wiping him up and letting him leave in a daze, feeling from her manner that he was the greatest lover she had ever pleasured.

We had fifteen minutes before she had to prepare for the next appointment. In the office she sat across from me, robe demurely done up and legs crossed chastely, and answered, “In college. Freshman year. Dad went bankrupt and I needed to make money to stay in school, because I had no desire to return home and eke out a bare existence while they got back on their feet. A distant acquaintance of Dad’s had come to campus for recruitment, and we met for coffee and it turns out he had a real thing for short plump Asian women, just legally old, and he offered me ever so much money for my company and my silence. I was desperate and naturally talented at play-acting, and, you know what? I enjoyed it. He went crazy when I discovered all his little buttons to push, and I felt like a queen. Within a week I knew how to turn it on when I knew a man was interested, and over the next four years Bill, that’s Dad’s friend, found me a couple of other clients. Clean, respectful, and vulnerable to my particular…charms. And above all, unacquainted with Dad!”

We chuckled and she continued, “And that continued my first year in grad school. Then I met the great Mr. Liu. Pearl’s father. Our first night was paradise. We were in love. So I gave it all up and didn’t even remember it after three months. Then…after meeting with my legal consultant a couple of months after the funeral, I ran into Bill again in the lobby and we had drinks, and then a wondrous reunion in his hotel room, and I realized I still had it. Even more than before, mature and perfectly experienced, and to certain men and women, I was intoxicating.

“I played with the idea for a few months, then I found a guy for a while. The breakup was ugly. I decided I wanted more respect than that, and the lowliest pro on the corner gets more respect than that guy gave me.” She shook her head and then smiled, “So I had a business meeting with Bill—only business,” she smiled, “because he had finally gotten married, a sweet Vietnamese woman who looks so much like me you just know what Bill likes! She just thinks I’m Bill’s old business associate and financial wizard. In a way I am.”

We chuckled, and she ended, “So he told me all the ins and outs of the client’s side and advised me how to set it up, conceal it, make the word known only to those you could trust, definitely by quiet word of mouth. It’s a lot easier if you’re independently wealthy, of course, and just dabbling in it as a hobby.” We laughed.

She glanced at the clock. “Last client. Look sharp!”

The fellow was in much better physical condition than other two, and when he dropped his robe I stared at the massive instrument jutting out ten inches ahead of him. May smiled happily and jealousy burned within me as she simpered and charmed him onto the table. Young and taut, he looked up at her with much the same look of desire I myself no doubt did, and she turned her full attention to him and smiled as his cock began throbbing. “Not yet,” she said simply, and he rolled over and groaned as she worked his muscles. Suddenly she looked up at me and smiled even more beautifully than she had at him; after a wink and a blown kiss, she returned her attention to him, leaving me bereft.

Finally, she had massaged him completely and the last task was at hand. “Twice this time?” He nodded and she pulled out two condoms. She unwrapped the first and slipped it on his throbbing member, somehow stretching it all the way to its base. She looked up into the mirror and smiled obscurely, then turned and dropped her robe, then stripped off her panties, turned away so I could only guess at the sight.

She then sat on the table facing away from me and swung her leg over him, then raised herself over his hips and slowly impaled herself onto him, teasing me by never turning to let me see her pubis. She settled quickly onto him, somehow enveloping all of his ramrod deep within her, and I stared eagerly, wishing she would lift her thigh so I could see the join of their flesh. Instead, she rocked back and forth above him, whispering sweet words as his passion rose, and in the natural course of events, five long minutes of jealousy burning within me later, he thrust up and groaned as she ground down and moaned somewhat orgasmically and somewhat theatrically, “Yes, yes, that’s it.”

When he finished, she turned away from me and slid off him, standing on my side of the table. She quickly pulled off the condom and cleaned him up, then put on another condom on his swiftly resurgent cock. He stood up and she lay on the table on her front. He turned the table so that he could see her face in the mirror, and she lifted up as he pulled her down and took position behind her. He thrust home a foot deep into her belly and stared at her face in the mirror as she stared into my eyes through it, and I was unsure whether she was speaking to him or to me as she intoned, “Yes, I need it from you so much, I need you deep inside me, lover, give it to me hard.” As he plunged into her, she continued looking in my direction, and when he got close he said, “Oh God, you’re so tight!” and lost control. He stared into space as he fucked fast and hard into her, and when he started coming she winked at me and blew a kiss before moaning as if in orgasm, but her expression was controlled and focused on the mirror, partly to watch him and partly to watch me.

He collapsed on top of her and buried his face in the table next to her. She continued staring in my direction, her fixed gaze enveloping me. After a minute she winked again and turned her head to him. “You’re not any lighter after all this time.”

He chuckled and slowly raised himself off her. She twisted to face away from me as she sat up, and she stood on the other side of him from me as she put her panties back on. She then cleaned him up and suffered his kiss on her cheek, watching me in the mirror as he did so. They put on their robes and she said, “Same time next week?”

“Yes.” He left and she went to a phone in the corner. “Hi, Doreen, any news? … Good, good. Close up as usual. Come in early tomorrow so we can go over the books. Thanks.” She then quickly cleaned up and came to collect me into her office.

“So,” she said as she leaned against her desk and faced me.

“Yes?”

“Enjoy your day at work?”

“More than you could imagine.”

“Jealous?”

“Yes.”

She said, “You needn’t be.” She leaned in and pressed her lips to mine, sweetly kissing me with passion and affection, and pulled away. “There. You’ve had something none of them has ever had. Understand?”

I looked into her eyes and after a couple of seconds nodded. She moved even closer to me and said, “I needed you to know this before anything happened. You see?”

I nodded again as she moved another couple of inches closer and looked up at me seductively. “They’re clients. This is real.” She held her hand to my chest as she tilted her head. “You know what you’re getting into now. Do you accept me?”

“Yes.”

“Will you let it bother you?”

“No.”

She nodded and said, “Remember that. I’ll hold you to it.” Her hand curled and grasped my shirt and she pulled my face to hers. “Now work out all that frustration I put you through. What do you want first?”

“Another kiss.”

She laughed, “Always, my sweet.” She fell into my arms and sucked my tongue into her mouth, her body soft and warm twisting within my embrace as if pressing every part of herself against me. I reveled in the feel of her passion for me until the pain in my balls grew too great and I began rubbing against her.

She pulled back and said, “Poor boy, I put you through so much hell today. Let me make it up to you.” She reached down to untie her sash and squeezed a button that released the clasp holding the robe together. She let it drop and crossed her arms under her breasts, pushing them up as if offering me a meal, and I knelt before her sucked happily as she cooed, “Yes, my sweet, so good, please love them so nicely.”

After a few minutes, her hips circled and she held my mouth in place sucking on her left breast, and she panted as I caressed her side and back and cupped her other breast, nipple hard between my thumb and forefinger, and with a sudden groan climaxed as she stood there.

She pushed me away and pulled me to my feet. “I’ve needed that all day. For months, really.”

“Coming?”

“Coming with a man, yes.”

“But…”

“I told you. Clients. I’m usually not able to come with them. Almost never. Psychological block, maybe, or maybe just that I’m watching them so closely to see exactly what they like. And I don’t want to come with them. It’s a boundary for most pros.”

“So…”

“So,” she smiled, “you’ve had another thing those men never have had.” She knelt before me and began undoing my belt. “And speaking of that…”

“Let me get a rubber.”

She smiled up at me. “Those are for clients. You’ll never need one.” She looked into my eyes as she pulled me out and leaned in, and I caressed her face and ear lovingly as she worked me into her throat and back to circle her tongue around the head. After three minutes I could stand no more and whispered, “I’m about to come.” She nodded and took me all the way into her throat, and when my fingers snaked into her hair she simply nodded and winked. I stared into her eyes as the spasms passed through me and the floodgates opened, and her eyes twinkled as my dream came true.

I thrust wildly once as I grabbed her head and held it firmly as the first spurt shot hot into her gullet, and she swallowed with ease as the next dozen followed. When I stopped pulsing, she pulled slowly away and then leaned back and smiled up at me. I leaned over and helped her rise and then knelt before her as she leaned against her desk. I pulled her panties down and finally saw the thick black thatch I had hoped for. “Finally!” I said, and she laughed as I leaned in and kissed her hairy mount.

Her laugh turned into a rumble as my tongue explored her slowly, and she put her left foot on my shoulder as I began licking into her crevice. “Yes, my sweet,” she murmured, “I need that so much.” She was fragrant and sodden from her earlier climax and soon had my face drenched as I sucked deeply, and when I raised my fingers to explore her lips, she groaned, “Just fuck me with them, now.” I obliged and felt her well-used tunnel come alive around me, pulsing as I explored her vigorously and licked her hard button.

“Oh god,” she moaned, “yes, like that,” and suddenly clamped my head tightly with her thighs and fucked hard against my face, groaning as her motions pushed her back and forth on two fingers. I wiggled them furiously as she climaxed, and when her thighs let go, she grabbed my head and said, “Don’t stop. Faster.” She groaned deeply as I added a third finger and licked around her clit, worried she was too sensitive yet, until she moaned, “Lick my clit, I’m close!” I did so and was rewarded a minute later with several vigorous spurts all over my face and chest.

I pulled back and continued looking closely at my dream come true, her ragged lips open to me in post-orgasmic bliss, the thick hairs framing them matted in her juices, and her pink center starting to hide from me again as her lips receded. I stood up in resurgent need and held her knees apart. She leaned back on her elbows and watched me taking possession of her with my eyes, and I suddenly remembered the evening Pearl had brought me home, her parents out of town, and opened herself to me fully on their couch; I had stared down at her beautiful body, plump and firm, until she welcomed me inside and enveloped me as I plunged over and over into her, staring up at May in the family photo on the side table and imagined I was taking her.

When Pearl tightened around me in climax, I stared into May’s eyes and imagined my sudden spurting was being delivered into her depths, and collapsed onto Pearl as she murmured sweetly, “That was the best ever.” A little sick at the deception, I truthfully said, “Yes.” My fantasy then had finally come true, the mother so much sexier than the daughter now open to me and waiting for our union.

I leaned forward and heard her hiss “Yes!” as I pushed into her, her thighs wrapping tightly around me as she thrust up against me, using her elbows to hold her in place as she sought to impel herself on me over and over. I stared in joy at her breasts flopping wildly with my thrusts as I buried myself over and over in her belly, the violence of my thrusts only spurring her to greater efforts, and looked up to see her watching me with complete confidence and mastery.

I thrust harder, letting her see my desire for her, and smiled as her chest and neck began to flush; with a sudden cry, she tightened around me and thrust up against my now spasming cock, and she smiled in turn as she watched me fall to pieces in our mutual climax. She sat up as I stayed within her and put her arms around my neck. “Perfect.”

“It was.” I smiled and kissed her, and after a few minutes, she pushed me away and led me to the couch. She had me lie down next to her and asked, “How long have you wanted that?”

“Since I first met you.”

She blinked and laughed, “If I had known…you would have been banned from our house. If Pearl had known? You’d probably be a castrato.” We laughed and she snuggled up against me. “You’re perfect now though. Just the right age.”

“So are you.” She murmured happily and I asked, “And when did you first want me?”

“The instant I saw you at the store. Something about you just…seized my chest. And you sealed it within a minute. I decided for sure after five minutes, and then I had to tell you…this. Showing you seemed the best way.”

“It was by far the most memorable first date in my life.”

She laughed, “And it didn’t scare you away.”

“No.”

“It doesn’t bother you.”

“Not now. You washed all my doubts away.”

She laughed, “Yes, it’s been years since I spurted like that. I’ve missed it. You wore me out. Will you be ready again soon?”

We laughed and she asked, “So, you really don’t care. It’s…hard being a pro. You can’t get involved with a client, but you get so much sexual energy built up, and without anyone, nothing but your hand, it gets so damn lonely. And few men are willing to…be the man in your life if you’re a pro.” She looked closely into my eyes. “Promise me now, you don’t mind and you’ll stay by me.”

I looked back and said, “I swear.”

She watched my eyes for a minute and nodded, “Good. You won’t regret it. Remember, this part of my life is separate from you. From my emotions. From my sexual life. From us. It’s like…art for me, I guess. So many men and women desiring me, their desires molded by my touch. I love it, yet it’s…just what I do. It’s separate from me, unlike my boyfriends. So…you can even come in and watch sometimes. Like Sarah. I take it you liked watching us?”

She smiled wickedly at me and I nodded like a bobble-headed doll; she laughed and said, “So many men like watching that. Whyever is that so?”

“Because you’re both beautiful. I get to see your passion and release at a distance, like a dance.”

She chuckled. “I’ll tell you whenever I have a female client so you can delight in my artistry then. But you only watch. Silence. No whacking either—you save it for me as my due applause.”

We laughed, and she continued, “And remember, I am not Pearl. You’re with me, not her.” I chuckled, and she looked at me quizzically.

I said, “A few times I was with Pearl, I was with you. The other way just can’t happen. Thinking of a girl like her with a woman like you… It’s impossible.”

She laughed after a second and said, “All she told me is that you often seemed distant when you two were alone. How little she knew…” After a pause, she asked, “Am I better than Pearl?”

I looked at her and saw she was simply curious. “Yes.”

“Good. I’m a pro; I have to be. It’s good she wasn’t better than me, I think. At that age. Though really, it depends on your partner. My first was lousy but I still think the world of him. But did you love her?”

“Yes. And no. I was young, she was my first, and first I was trying to get into her pants and then we were having so much fun once I got in them, it was all mixed for me. But yes, somewhat.”

“Good. She missed you a little after she broke it off with you, but she needed someone different. She certainly got that.”

“Oh?”

“Chad. Oh yes, quite the Chad too. Broke her heart in the end and I nearly hunted him down to punish him.”

“How so?”

“Oh, just toyed with her for sex, the usual. I told her afterwards that she shouldn’t treat sex quite the way she seemed to, as too serious for a light fling, so whenever she got really horny she’d tell herself it was more serious than it was, and just get used.” She laughed, “Not the talk she would have gotten from her dear father though.” She chuckled.

“So you got personal with one of your clients.”

She nodded, “I did, and it was the best decision I ever made. He was about the only client I ever climaxed with. The psychological barrier, it’s automatic, you know, but with him, it just…dissolved. Within an hour I was his forever, and he was mine. But it wasn’t forever.”

We lay there quietly until her stomach growled. We chuckled and she said, “Still want to take me out to lunch?”

“Let me make you dinner.”

“Good, and then we’ll have dessert.”

She had three workdays a week, each only four hours, so she often sat with me as I worked at home when not out visiting clients. We spent one night a week at her place, usually after she had taken me to an artistic event and a fine restaurant, though usually she helped me cook for us. On occasion I watched avidly as she pleasured Sarah or her two other female clients, working out my excitement inside her after her work ended.

One day a month after we started, she had taken me to a new exhibit, and in sudden desire for each other, we had skipped dinner and gone straight to her house. She jumped me as the door closed and led me to her couch; glancing to make sure the curtains were closed, she stripped us both bare and pushed me back. She slid easily onto me, her tunnel already spongy and drenched, and rode me hard as I thrust up slowly into her, holding off to be able to admire the sight of her breasts flying back and forth as she used me for three quick orgasms.

She then tilted her hips so that I could thrust the sensitive underside of my cock more deeply into her soft back wall, which we had learned was ideal for making me come extremely hard but not too quickly, and when my climax started, she ground down hard to pummel her clit against me and let out her own growl of triumph, our orgasms washing over us simultaneously. Suddenly the scream came that I remembered so well, a performative bit of fun that Pearl used to emit to draw attention to herself, high-pitched, loud, unwavering, and cut off almost mechanically once she had your eyes.

“What the hell are you doing, Mother?”

May sat up and said, “Oh, hello, Pearl, don’t you ever knock? You know good and well what I’m doing. More interesting is whom.”

Pearl came into view and glanced at me, which was when the real scream came, loud and bitter, hurt and angry, as she stared at me under and inside her mother. May said, “Oh, shut up, child. Did I scream like a fucking banshee when I found my boyfriend up inside you like this? How is your husband anyway?”

“But Mother, with Brant…”

“Why?”

“He’s so much younger than you…”

May looked at her for a moment and said, “I’ll remind you your husband is my age. Unlike you, I never stole your boyfriend. You have no standing to bitch about my personal life.”

She stood there quietly, her usual dramatic flair blunted, and she nodded, “Yes, you’re right.” She came closer and looked me in the eye. “Why are you fucking my mother? Wasn’t I good enough for you?”

I looked up at May, whose severe glance told me my answer in the next few seconds was crucial. I looked at Pearl and said, “I’m fucking her because I’m in love with her. Really. It’s nothing about you.”

She stared into my eyes as I held them steadily, and finally, she looked away. “Well, I must say…” I looked at May, who nodded and smiled, and then blew me a kiss.

Pearl said, “And Mother, do you love him?”

“I do.”

“And you two are happy?”

Simultaneously we said “Yes,” and all three of us laughed.

Pearl said, “Very well then, I forgive you for fucking the man who took my virginity. Welcome back to the family, Brant.” She shook her head and added, “Mother, where’s the whiskey? I’m so fucking goddamn magnanimous only a stiff one will make me feel better.”

“I thought you got a stiff one regularly at home.”

She gave her theatrical scream and said, “God, Mother, don’t be so childish.”

We laughed and May jabbed back, “Speaking of children, just think, instead of him giving you a son, he might just give you a brother. Occasionally, even after the change…”

Pearl grimaced and growled out, “Don’t turn this into a nightmare. God.” She went to the sideboard and poured out four fingers; she lifted the glass, looked at it and the bottle, and added three fingers more. She said, “I’ll go into the kitchen while you two get dressed. God, life is such a bitch.” At the door, she turned back and added, “And bring the damn bottle with you.”

We laughed as she stalked out and May said, “I guess we’re officially an item now.”

“We are.”

“Not the way I would have wished to tell you how I feel…”

“Didn’t want to scare you…”

“Love, I’m a pro. Nothing scares me except the thought of my daughter learning I am. She’d never let me live it down. I’d lose whatever moral advantage I have from letting her marry that worthless ex of mine.”

“I do love you though.”

She smiled down at me, “I know. And you have me forever. Now let’s go hash it out with that girl of mine. She’s practically your step-daughter now, so be nice to her...just not like you used to.” We laughed and dressed to face our future.