risk-e-venture:CHOICE OF ESCORTS: one shotWhen we saw them, we froze, but for different reasons. My
risk-e-venture:CHOICE OF ESCORTS: one shotWhen we saw them, we froze, but for different reasons. My new friend from college froze because we’d actually done it, we’d hired two gorgeous MILF’s for his birthday, and he was awestruck by the fact that this was really real and about to happen. For my part, I was frozen because the two escorts in question were my Mom and her “friend from work”. Well, at least now I knew what ‘work’ was. The two women saw us, and, me specifically, and they just looked at one another and smiled. Then, as if they had practiced it, they both walked with sexy little sways over to the beds, which were across from one another. Then, with a knowing smile, and a nod, my “Aunt” gave my Mom some kind of go-ahead, and my Mother opened her mouth to speak. “Well college boys… When kids from your school use words like you did to describe the kind of escort they are looking for, it usually means one thing… ‘Mommy Fetish’…” and at that, Mom gave me a look like she’d just caught me reaching for an extra cookie and was daring me to deny it. After a second, she continued. “And since you two were SO specific in what you asked for, let’s not waste any more time. So, it’s time to pick your Mommy.” She said, and again, though she tried to share eye contact, Mom was, to me at least, so obviously staring at me. My heart was hammering so hard in my chest that I worried that maybe everyone could see it. “Now boys,” my Mom’s friend chimed in. “I understand that you each want to fuck one of us, while the other watches. And, the lovely bit there is, that if we are just a little vague, with our wording, you could be either fucking your own Mom while your friend watches…”. And at that, she got up on one of the beds, and, facing the other bed, she spread herself into the ‘doggy style position’. Then Mom, picked up right where she left off, finishing the thought with, “…. or,” she began, as she started crawling up onto her own bed in a position that mirrored her friend. “you could be fucking your friend’s Mom, and at the same time, watching your friend as he FUCKS your Mother right in front of you”, and at that, Mom looked at me and bit her lower lip in a way that looked… eager. To say that I blushed doesn’t do justice to the fact that I felt overwhelmed with a growing heat that seemed to be creeping up into my brain. I was so turned on that I felt like I was gonna die from it. Then, again, as if practiced, Mom’s friend took over right where Mom left of, saying, “Either way.”, and again, she made eye contact with me, taking obvious delight in the secret sub-text of the conversation. “Your Mommy is about to get fucked by some hard young college dick.” Then she looked at my friend, and licked her lips, making him moan out loud (though I don’t think he meant to or even realized he did). Then both women got down a little lower on their elbows and braced, waiting for us to pick. This left me with a pretty important decision. Because I could either tell my friend the truth and never live it down, flee the room and leave him alone with my Mother, the bought and paid for whore; or… I could pick an escort. If I picked my Mom’s friend, I would get an amazing experience, but I would also have to watch a buddy of mine fuck my Mother from behind like the whore that she apparently was. And if I picked Mom… well. I’d be the one doing the uh, the fucking… of my Mom. And since we’d paid for two full hours, this was probably just round one. Honestly, I think you know what happened next… Which would you pick after all? -- source link