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The Hooker, Part One

  • Posted on November 13, 2016 at 5:37 pm

By JetBoy

Joan paced nervously around the hotel room, bracing herself for a knock at the door every time she heard a sound outside.

“What was I thinking?” she asked herself out loud, staring around at the tacky striped wallpaper of the rented room. “A hooker, of all things.”

It had taken weeks for her to work up the nerve to finally go for what she wanted… and in the end, Joan’s long-hidden hunger had proven too powerful to refuse. But now that it was about to happen for real, she’d been hit by a bad case of jangled nerves. Somehow, she managed to calm herself.

It’s just one time, she thought. You’ve thought about it, dreamed of it for years. It’s time to make this thing happen.

It was Lao Tzu who famously said that a journey of a thousand miles began with a single step. The journey Joan had chosen commenced with a phone call to a certain escort agency she’d found online.

With shaky fingers she punched in the number, waited for an answer, then haltingly told the sleepy-voiced man at the other end what she wanted: a female prostitute who serviced women.

After twenty years and then some of marriage, Joan was bored to tears by life with her husband. Artie’s sales job had him on the road at least two-thirds of the year, and most of his time at home was spent sprawled in front of the TV watching sports while chugging down endless cans of beer, or out and about with his asshole friends. They hadn’t had sex in over four years, and Joan didn’t even feel upset about it anymore.

On the other hand, her unfulfilled hunger for sex with a woman had blossomed into a genuine obsession in the last few months. And living in a small, conservative suburb as she did, the risk involved in going to the only lesbian bar in the area was simply too great. Even bars in the city seemed too risky to chance. What if someone she knew saw her going in — or worse, saw her emerge with another woman?

Then Joan had the idea of hiring herself a partner for a one-night stand, someone young and beautiful to share her bed for a few hours.

Now there she was, in a hotel room, waiting for the chance to experience lesbian love for the first time. Her pulse was racing, her hands clammy.

Finally, unable to calm herself, she went to shower away some of her tension, first unlocking the door, then leaving a hastily scribbled note for the girl, asking her to wait.

As long as I’m going to do this, I might as well relax and enjoy it, Joan kept telling herself, appraising her body in the mirror as she undressed. She was forty-two with soft skin, dark red hair that fell just past the shoulders, gray-blue eyes and full, sensuous lips. Her curves were good, even if her figure wasn’t quite as tight and firm as it had been. She was still voluptuous, and had worked hard not to let that turn into excess weight as she aged.

Not that Artie gives a shit, she reminded herself, pursing her lips in disdain.

Turning on the water, waiting for it to warm up, she padded over to the light switch, turning the dimmer down to a low setting before stepping into the cubicle.

Joan let the streams of water massage her body, easing away a bit of the tightness that still lurked in the pit of her belly. She liked her showers to be especially hot, and the room quickly grew hazy with steam. She stood motionless for a good several minutes, eyes closed, breathing deeply.

It was just as she finally roused herself and reached out for the bottle of liquid soap that she heard a sound – and froze in mid-motion.

“Hello?” she called out. No response. Must have been from the room next door, she thought, picking up the soap.

Suddenly the curtain was pulled aside with a sharp hiss — and before Joan could draw in a breath to cry out in surprise, a nude woman was standing before her.

Even in the dimly lit cubicle, Joan could see that this girl was very much what she’d hoped for. Somewhere from eighteen to twenty-one years old, average height, lean but not thin, very light, almost white-blonde hair that fell straight to her shoulders. Soft, creamy skin. Full but very firm breasts, with a small heart tattooed above the left one. Round hips, a generous ass and luscious thighs, a neatly trimmed pubic triangle nestled between them.

Joan absently licked her lips as she looked her temporary lover up and down, liking what she saw. There was something about her, though…

Then she realized with a start what it was. Oh, my goodness!

There wasn’t a great deal of light to view by, and Joan had taken out her contact lenses, but she could see well enough to know that this girl bore a strong resemblance to Nina, her only child, who Joan hadn’t seen in three years, not since her daughter left home without leaving a forwarding address.

Since then, Nina’s only contact with her parents was an email to Joan every few months, just enough to let them know she was okay. She never really explained her departure, other than writing in her goodbye note, It’s not your fault, Mom, or Dad’s either. I just need to be on my own for awhile. Love you.

It had broken Joan’s heart, losing her child. Nina had always been a loving daughter, but there had been a certain sadness that lurked within the girl ever since she became a teenager – a sadness that Joan had never been able to get a handle on, no matter how she tried.

And now she was on the verge of going to bed with a prostitute who reminded her of Nina! Oh, sure, the woman’s hair was far lighter in hue than her daughter’s dark brown shade, and done in a very different style. Her breasts were bigger, too, the body more voluptuous — but the similarity was there, no doubt about it.

This is a little weird, she thought. Oh, shit – I’m staring at her like an idiot.

“Hi,” she finally stammered. “Uh… I’m Joan.”

The woman just stood there for a long moment, then spoke. “I’m Lisa,” she said in a soft, barely audible voice, stepping into the stall.

Joan was taken aback. She’d hoped to spend a few minutes with the girl before they went to bed, getting comfortable with her, with the enormity of what she was about to do.

Clearly, though, this Lisa had other ideas. She drew close, her nude body brushing against Joan’s. Joan gasped, finding the sensation of contact with the girl utterly thrilling, if also unnerving.

“Uh, couldn’t we–” she began, but Lisa silenced her, pressing two fingers to Joan’s lips. No words, her eyes seemed to say.

Reaching out, the blonde plucked the soap bottle from Joan’s trembling hand, then moved beneath the shower head, getting herself wet. That accomplished, the silent girl proceeded to carefully lather up her hands. Joan could only stand and observe, still a bit spooked by how much this girl reminded her of Nina.

Bending to place the bottle of soap on the tiled floor, Lisa then reached out and started to soap Joan’s arms and shoulders. Joan sighed, enjoying the way she seemed to massage, wash and caress her all at once. The girl’s hands felt delightful on her body, and she couldn’t deny her own physical response to it, though a hint of tension still remained.

Once Joan’s arms were coated with creamy lather, Lisa gently turned her around and began to do the same to her shoulders and back, firmly pressing her groin against Joan’s ass. A shiver ran through Joan when the young woman’s fingers slowly traced a path down her spine… then slipped into the cleft between Joan’s buttocks, lightly teasing her rosebud for an instant.

Joan closed her eyes to fight the excited dizziness she felt, swaying where she stood while Lisa soaped her hips, then reached around to coat her tummy. “Ooooohh,” she moaned, her head lolling to one side as those slippery hands glided down to cup her butttocks.

Suddenly nervous that she might fall – That’s just what I need, to come off like a complete fucking basket case, Joan thought — she reached out blindly, feeling for the tiled wall of the shower cubicle and placing her hand against it. By that time Lisa was kneeling behind her, working the soap into Joan’s thighs and calves, resting her cheek lovingly against the older woman’s ass while she worked.

It had been so long, so damned long since anyone, very much including Artie, had treated her with such care, such tenderness. Lisa wet, soapy hands firmly rubbed Joan’s calves and feet as the steamy water continued to pelt them both.

When she was through washing her legs, the Nina lookalike – God, why couldn’t she stop thinking about that? – slowly stood, then reached around Joan’s body to soap her breasts.

The young blonde worked more slowly and carefully there, fondling, caressing, tweaking. Joan opened her eyes, amazed by how it felt to have this beautiful woman touching her breasts, stroking her nipples. Even nicer than I expected, she told herself.

“That… that feels good,” she murmured, almost to herself.

Rather than reply, Lisa slowly turned Joan to face her, then leaned in to place a soft kiss upon her mouth… a kiss that quickly grew heated as Lisa’s tongue emerged to slip between the older woman’s slightly parted lips. Joan responded, kissing the girl with a passion she hadn’t felt for her husband in years.

As their mouths slid tantalizingly together, Lisa’s hand slid down the soft contours of Joan’s tummy, her fingers seeking the thick black bush that nestled between the older woman’s thighs.

The moment she made contact, Joan backed up with a gasp. It was too much, too fast.

“No,” she stammered. “N-not just yet.”

The girl just smiled easily. “Okay,” she whispered, then bent down to retrieve the bottle of soap, which she handed to Joan, then turned around, presenting her bare back.

Joan felt a rush of lust that dazed her. It was a feeling she relished, and wanted to hold on to, so she squirted a small pool of soap into the palm of her left hand, then carelessly dropped the bottle to the tiles, nudging it to one side with her foot.

Working the strawberry-scented liquid into a thick lather, she began to soap the girl’s front.

It was a genuine thrill, touching the breasts of another woman. The flesh was soft, yet well-defined, firm, yet giving — similar to yet strangely different from the feel of her own. A shiver rippled down her spine as the girl’s nipples grew and stiffened to her touch.

Feeling a growing confidence, Joan started to fondle her temporary lover’s breasts rather than merely wash them, her palms gliding over the soap-slicked globes in a circular motion.

Wanting nothing more than to make this beautiful young woman feel good, Joan gently turned Lisa around to face her, quickly moving her hands up to caress the girl’s elegant shoulders and slender arms, leaning forward to press their breasts together.

As her wet arms enfolded the young blonde, Lisa’s face was drawn closer, and she responded by dipping her head to place a hot, open-mouthed kiss between Joan’s breasts.

“Oh!” Joan gasped. She didn’t know whether to encourage the girl to do that again, but her soapy hands seemed to settle the question for her without being asked, sliding down to caress the girl’s sculpted ass. “My God,” she mumbled, awed by how lovely the girl’s slippery body felt against hers.

Lisa took a long, slow lick around the curve of Joan’s ear, then nipped playfully at the lobe. “Turn around for me,” the girl breathed.

“Yes,” Joan said, reversing herself without leaving the girl’s arms. Her bottom was pressed against Lisa’s pubic triangle, and the young blonde ground herself against the older woman for a moment before quickly kneeling. She placed her hands upon Joan’s shapely ass — then, with no warning, Joan suddenly felt the girl’s mouth anointing her buttocks with hot, wet kisses. “Oh,” she moaned. “Oh, my.”

Then Joan felt the girl’s tongue suddenly squirming its way into the crack of her ass.

She wanted to say no, wanted to move away, wanted to get herself under control. In the end, though, she did none of these things. Instead, Joan leaned forward again to balance herself against the steam-glazed wall of the cubicle, breath hissing through her parted lips.

That tongue was doing incredible things her her — probing inside her rectum, then working in and out of the anal cleft like a tiny cock.

Joan propped her hands against the wall of the shower as if she were being frisked, legs spread wide apart, offering herself up to this luscious young woman. No one had ever licked her this way before – certainly not Artie, whose idea of oral sex was to halfheartedly nuzzle her pussy for a minute or so before scooting up to jam his cock inside. This was a whole new kind of sex – and she loved it, loved it!

What made the whole situation incredibly weird — yet oddly exciting as well — was that Joan found herself thinking again about the girl’s resemblance to Nina. The idea of being a mother getting rimmed by her own daughter felt delightfully sinful, much wilder than anything Joan had ever indulged in before.

She winced. Don’t think that, it’s awful.

Banishing the perverse thought, Joan focused herself on the here and now of her body.

This time, when Lisa’s hand slid up the left thigh to make contact with her sex, Joan didn’t even think of stopping her. She would let this young woman take her — any way she wanted.

A wild cry broke from Joan’s lips as Lisa slid two fingers deep into her cunt with a single stroke. The girl’s touch was as lovely as her tongue, and the more intense the oral ass play got, the more aggressive Lisa’s fingers became as they drilled in and out of Joan’s vagina.

The forty-two year old redhead felt as if she were being stretched in all directions like warm taffy, then squashed into a solid ball of rubber, then stretched again.

Suddenly, like a bolt from the blue, Joan found herself coming.

“Don’t stop, don’t you dare fucking stop,” she cried, the loudness of it surprising her, “I’m gonna come, oh shit, I’m gonna come…!”

Lisa didn’t stop. She plunged deep into Joan again and again with one hand, pressing her thumb firmly against the woman’s clitoris with the other.

Joan climaxed with a scream, smacking the cubicle wall with an open hand as a wave of purest pleasure crashed into her quaking body. She threw her head back, gasping for breath, every atom of her pulsing with a heat that burned a bright cherry red behind her eyelids. Her legs tottered and trembled, but somehow Joan was able to remain standing as Lisa took her through an orgasm that seemed like it might never end.

Then Joan felt herself slowly sliding to the floor of the shower cubicle and into soft, embracing arms.

The two women held one another tenderly, lingering for a moment in the running water of the shower. Joan sought out Lisa’s mouth with hers, and they shared a passionate tongue kiss.

Joan was out of breath but utterly exhilarated – and in love with lesbian sex. She’d never felt so fulfilled as a woman. All she wanted now was to share the pleasure, to make sweet love to this wonderful girl.

She slipped her hand between Lisa’s legs to draw a finger through the folds of her pussy, making the young woman inhale sharply, then moan.

Joan gazed shyly at Lisa, then said. “Um… can we go to bed now? I want to — to do those things to you.”

Disentangling themselves, the two women slowly rose to their feet. Feeling a bit shaky on her pins, Joan steadied herself, shaking her head slightly to clear it.

Without a word, Lisa turned off the shower, opened the cubicle door and climbed out onto the bath mat. As Joan followed, the young woman padded over to the light switch, paused, then switched the dimmer up to full.

She hesitantly turned around to gaze at Joan. “Um… hello, Mom.”

Joan gaped, slumping back against the towel rack in horror, nearly losing her balance. In the bright light that now filled the bathroom, she was confronted by an all too familiar face.

This girl didn’t just look like her daughter Nina… she was Nina! Her hair was a new, lighter color, much longer than before, and her body had become more voluptuous, but there was no doubt that Joan had just enjoyed sex with her own daughter.

“My God.” Joan gasped, her head spinning. “Nina?”

“That’s right, Mom,” her daughter murmured. “I can’t believe you didn’t recognize me right away… guess I do look a little different.”

“Honey,” Joan whispered, “w-what have we done? We – you – my God, Nina… we just had sex together!” And with that, she gaped at her daughter in disbelief. “Wait. Nina… you’re a, a prostitute?”

Nina shook her head. “Not like you think, Mom… mostly I give massages.” She shrugged. “But… when the agency needs a girl to, well, spend the night with another woman, they call me. I’m a lesbian, Mom… and from the way you turned on when we made love, I’d say that you’re one too.”

“B-but, Nina,” Joan moaned, “why did you m-make love to me? You knew who I was when you came into the shower!”

“I knew before that, Mom,” Nina said softly. “They gave me your name when I left to come here.”

“Then… why, for God’s sake?” cried Joan, on the verge of tears. “Why did you d-do this?”

Nina sighed. “Because I’m in love with you. I have been, for years… ever since I figured out I was gay.” She smiled sadly. “Oh, Mom. Why do you think I left home?”

Joan opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

“Four years, Mom! That’s how long I wanted you, before I couldn’t live with it any longer,” Nina continued. “Seeing you in your bikini… watching you walk around the house in those sexy nighties of yours…” She looked down at her hands. “It felt awful, Mom – wishing you could be my lover, knowing that I could never, ever have you.”

Joan shook her head. “Oh, baby. How could I have known?” She furrowed her brow. “So… tonight, when they gave you my name…”

Nina gazed sorrowfully at her mother. “I had to come… when I realized that you were into women, I wanted to t-tell you about me, about how I felt. But then I got here and you were taking a shower… well, I couldn’t help myself. So I – I took off my dress and got in.” Her mouth twisted. “Thing is, I didn’t figure on you, um, not recognizing me, Mom. You really can’t see much without your contacts, can you?”

“Even then, I should have known,” murmured Joan. “God, my own daughter…”

Nina shrugged again. “I do look pretty different these days, especially with my hair this way. Anyhow, when you, um, didn’t figure out who I was, I… something just came over me, Mom. I couldn’t resist, I wanted you so much…” Her eyes were filling with tears. “I guess it was pretty stupid of me – I shouldn’t have d-done what I did…”

“Oh, honey,” Joan said gently. How could she be genuinely angry at her daughter – for loving her? It was wrong, it was forbidden, but Nina hadn’t meant any harm, surely. Besides, it was so wonderful to have her little girl back, even if she wasn’t a girl anymore. Even as a sex worker.

“I’m s-sorry. Mom,” Nina whispered miserably. “I didn’t mean to upset you… please don’t hate me!”

Joan’s heart went out to her child. “Nina, no,” she murmured, drawing the young woman into her arms. “I could never, ever hate you.” She held her daughter close as the lovely girl sobbed on her shoulder. “Honey, please don’t cry… I can’t be angry with you for being in love with me, even if it is wrong.”

Nina hugged her mother tightly – and Joan suddenly realized that they were both still nude, and their bodies were touching. More than that, her daughter’s hands were beginning to explore her body, Nina’s lips lightly brushing her neck in a very sensuous way.

Suddenly Nina raised her face to gaze deep into her mother’s eyes. Her eyes were still moist, but now they began to fill with a renewed warmth. “Mom… I still want you. Nothing has changed about how I feel. I’m a woman in love – only I’m in love with my mother.”

Joan felt her body responding to her daughter’s touch — but she had to resist. “Honey, we shouldn’t. It’s not right.” And yet… she wasn’t pulling away!

Nina slowly shook her head. “Society says it’s wrong, Mom. But you can’t tell me that what we shared in the shower just now wasn’t a beautiful thing.” Her hands were resting lightly on Joan’s hips. “You want this, Mom, I know you do… and I need you more than I’ve ever needed anyone.”

She leaned in to nip at her mother’s neck, drawing a soft moan from the older woman’s trembling lips. “I love you, my sweet, strong, beautiful mommy,” Nina whispered. “Let’s fuck.”

Joan’s blood roared in her veins. Her nipples were throbbing, her cunt so wet it was oozing down the inside of her thighs. God, she did want her daughter… but could she really commit incest with her?

“Honey… I d-don’t know…”

“You do know, Mom,” Nina purred. You want me to make love to you. I can see it in your eyes.” Her arms entwined the older woman’s body, drawing her mother close.

Every atom of Joan’s body was alive with desire, a wild, heated lust such as she had never known. The notion of right and wrong seemed downright silly in the face of the passion she felt now for her own flesh and blood.

We want each other, she thought. That’s what really matters. Is there that much difference between loving a daughter and making love to her?

She didn’t think so – actually, she didn’t care. The time was right, the moment was now, and Nina was a willing partner in this crazy fantasy of lesbian pleasure. The extra ingredient of incest only made the treat that much tastier.

“Nina,” Joan whispered. “My sweet, sweet angel…”

“I love you, Mom,” Nina breathed – and suddenly the young woman’s mouth was upon hers.

Joan surprised herself by responding immediately, plunging her tongue between her daughter’s parted lips. Nina moaned with delight, returning her mother’s kiss with everything she had.

They bumped against the bathroom wall in the sudden heat of their embrace, making out like passionate teens. Joan groped Nina’s ass, marveling at how good its apple shape felt to her hands. Nina was touching her in a similar fashion… only her daughter took it even further, fingers delving between Joan’s cheeks to slide over the cleft of her anus.

Then a finger pressed against Joan’s rosebud, seeking entry – and the 42-year-old mother resisted for an instant, then surrendered, yielding her ass to Nina. She had never experienced anal penetration during sex, and the feelings that surged through her as that insistent finger probed her rectum were downright dizzying.

“I’m fucking your ass, Mom,” hissed Nina, her moist lips barely touching Joan’s ear. “God, the times I used to watch you, walking around in that blue bikini you had… I couldn’t stop staring at that sexy butt of yours. Do you remember how I used to hang around while you were dressing… or taking a shower?”

“Yes, baby,” Joan moaned. She remembered — at the time, she’d decided that her daughter was simply curious about women’s bodies. Now she understood that Nina had wanted her, even then.

“I used to dream about coming up behind you while you were putting on your makeup… sliding your panties down and burying my face between your cheeks, kissing your butthole.” Nina’s finger was circling slowly in her anus, sending sparks cascading behind Joan’s closed eyes. “Then I’d turn you around and open your cunt with my fingers, and lick you until you begged me to stop.” Joan whimpered as her daughter’s tongue licked its way around the curve of her ear.

Suddenly Nina pulled away, abruptly withdrawing her finger from her mother’s ass. “C’mon, Mom… let’s go to bed.” She reached for Joan’s hand, and they exited the bathroom.

Continue on to Part Two