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Written: 28 January 2020
Already seen It Working Single Mum, click here to read Part 2
Working Single Mum
Story Code: M/F, b/F, W/S, Incest, Mum/Son, Prostitution, Under Age When Peter reached his twelfth birthday I had to make provisions to get a job, for the past twelve years the government had provided for us...I wouldn't say our every need but we were given enough help to keep a roof over our heads and food on our table but that all ended when Peter turned twelve. I'd now be expected to get a job, Peter was now deemed to be old enough to look after himself while I was out at work. For twelve years I'd been using sex to get the little extras that the government wouldn't provide, I'd loved sex all my life and until Peter was born, I'd been giving it away for free but since Peter came along, courtesy of a burst condom, I had started charging men to have sex with me, just one or two men a week, when I started out, I would charge fifty pounds for straight sex, I'd settle Peter down in his bedroom, in his playpen, with a selection of toys to keep him quiet for half an hour...do the business with the man, pocket the money and see the man out and then I could devote the rest of my time playing with Peter, as he got older he would see the man turn up and take himself off to his bedroom and keep quiet. As Peter got older, I could spend more time with my customer, give him 'Added Value Services' and charge him more money. I had a monthly customer who came to me almost from the beginning, he was sixty years old the first time we had sex, it was actually his sixtieth birthday present to himself, he fucked me while his wife thought that he was visiting a physiotherapist to have a massage on his bad back, I got the money his wife thought that he was paying to the nurse at the clinic. His wife passed away five years ago and ever since then he had pestered me to spend the whole night with him but I'd always turned him down... A week before Peter's twelfth birthday I'd been called into the offices of the local Department of Health and Social Security where I was given the bad news, I'd be going from the full benefits package and on to the 'Job Seekers' allowance which would give me only fifty percent of the money I had been used to getting and that allowance would run out in six months time. The man interviewing me told me to think of what I enjoyed or was good at and find a job in that field as quickly as I could. My first act when I left that office was to call Colin Portman, the customer who wanted to pay me to spend the whole night with him...I still couldn't leave Peter alone all night but I made a deal with Colin to go to his house very early in the morning, I'd let myself into his house, I'd undress and join him in his bed and try to fall asleep next to him. His plan was to wake up at his usual time to find me naked in his bed and then act as if we were married for a few hours for which he would pay me three hundred pounds. I tried to arrange with Colin to make my first visit on Tuesday morning, two days after Peter's twelfth birthday but Colin couldn't wait; he wanted me on Monday morning. I felt guilty leaving home at five thirty on Monday morning, the day after Peter's birthday, leaving him in bed, leaving him to wake up by himself, get his own breakfast and get himself off to school but the government had told me categorically that Peter was old enough to look after himself while I went out to work and that was why they were weaning off of benefits and out to work. I found Colin's spare front door key and let myself into his house through the front door. I would add Colin's front door key to my own key ring as this would become a monthly service I would be performing for him from now on. Most single mothers would work sixteen hours a week for ten pounds an hour, that would gross them six hundred and forty pounds a month, and after stoppages, they'd be lucky to see six hundred pounds, I'd earn a half of that amount just from having fun with Colin one day a month, it wouldn't take many more customers to replace all of my benefits and more besides... I was under no illusions though, as Colin was paying so much money for my time, I'd have to expect a few kinky moments for my pay. I found Colin's spare bedroom door was open so I went in there to undress, I stripped naked and then slipped into Colin's bedroom, he was on the right hand side of the bed so I slipped into the left without waking him, I just lay there on my right hand side, looking at the back of Colin's head as he slept, I ended up falling asleep until Colin turned over onto his left side and opened his eyes. Colin grinned at me and slipped his left arm under my neck, we kissed as he closed the gap between us and explored my body...not for the first time but it was the first time like this, waking up in the bed that he had shared with his wife for so many years. We played together for an hour before Colin got round to fucking me and after he filled my cunt with his juice, we went through to the bathroom, I had to stand behind Colin as he took a piss, my right hand reaching around his right hip and holding his cock, aiming his piss stream into the bowl while my body pressed into his back. The act was quite carefully choreographed by Colin. One of the fantasies that he'd had while his wife was alive and today I was taking his wife's place as he acted out his fantasy. I had to kiss the nape of his neck and bite his shoulder playfully as I stroked my left hand over his left hip and buttock and at the exact moment he'd planned, I had to roll my abdomen against his buttocks until the piss stream ended. "Vicky, if I bought you a strap-on dildo, would you 'Peg' me when we reach this point?" "You're the boss, I'd do anything you asked me to do...well, right up to ten o'clock that is!" He looked over his shoulder and we kissed awkwardly over his shoulder. "Shake please!" I shook his cock and then I wiped the end with a sheet of toilet tissue. It was now time for part three of the performance, I had to stand above the toilet, my back to the flush tank, legs wide apart and let my own pee fall into the toilet bowl. Colin knelt down in front of me to watch the stream flowing and then he leaned in and kissed my naked pussy mound, and as the stream was still flowing, Colin started to masturbate me through the golden rod. He actually gave me an orgasm before my piss ended and the alarm clock sounded, Colin had set it up to give us a thirty minute warning. Play time was almost over. We moved from the toilet bowl and into the shower cubicle. We showered together, there was plenty of room for both of us in the cubicle to get clean and fuck standing up as Colin had removed his bath tub many years earlier and had fitted a massive shower cubicle in the space of his tub to use with his wife but she had flatly refused to accommodate him in his watery games. At exactly ten o'clock I was dried and pulling my dress on, I pushed my knickers and bra into my handbag along with the money and left Colin's house wearing nothing but a lightweight summer dress covering my body and sandals on my feet for the mile long walk home. I let myself in home through the back door, I was expecting the house to be empty, Peter would be at school as it was ten thirty in the morning on a school day but in the kitchen I could hear sounds coming from the bathroom at the back of the kitchen. The bathroom door was ajar slightly and I could see Peter in there, he was standing at the bathroom washbasin and it looked like he was screwing it. I pushed the bathroom door open and he jumped away from the basin just as an arc of semen left his cock. Peter had placed a pare of my dirty knickers over the edge of the basin, he'd placed them so that the crust in the crotch of my knickers left by my last customer...well, having fallen out of my cunt after my last customer had fucked me at least and Peter had been rubbing his cock against the mess left by me and another man. "Why aren't you at school Peter?" "There's a message on your phone from school...I waited at the bus stop for half an hour before I gave up and came home. I phoned the school to tell them that the bus hadn't turned up and they told me that they had sent out a text message to all parents at seven o'clock" Because my visit to Colin had to be silent to fulfil his wishes, I'd left my phone at home. I found my phone in the living room and checked the message, a group text to six hundred parents, 'School water supply cut off, no school until the water supply is returned!' Peter had put his underpants on and joined me in the living room, "Mum, are you angry at me for doing..." Peter gestured with his head towards the kitchen and the bathroom beyond, "...that?" "No darling, it's just a part of human nature, you're growing up and answering your bodies biological needs...I'm glad at least that you were using my dirty knickers instead of clean ones...nothing worse than deliberately dirtying things that I've worked to get clean!" Peter gave me an awkward smile, "You want me to make you a cup of tea?" "That would be lovely darling." I went into the bathroom while Peter was filling the kettle, I took my knickers and bra out of my handbag and dropped them into the laundry basket along with the dirty knickers that were still hanging over the edge of the sink, soaking wet from my twelve year old son's spunk. I pushed the door closed and then sat on the toilet...I didn't really need a pee but my pussy was still full of Colin's load from our fuck in the shower. I heard a movement from the direction of the door and looked over, I'd pushed the door closed but it had caught on the handle of my handbag and bounced back a little way. Peter was standing there with the tea pot in his hand looking at me as I sat on the toilet. It wasn't really a problem, my dress was hanging down past my hips so Peter couldn't see anything so I just squeezed out what little pee there was in my bladder. Peter jumped in two ways, his cock jumped into life when he realised that I was using the toilet and he could see me...filling his underpants and then his whole body jumped because my mobile phone, which was now in my handbag had just sounded for an incoming call. I held out my hand and said, "Can you pass me my phone please darling." Peter dragged my phone out of my handbag, the leather of my bag rubbed over the phone's screen and my phone saw that as a finger swipe accepting the call. The phone sensed that it was horizontal and so it fead the call through to the loud speaker instead of the earpiece, a loud voice broke the silence. "Hi, is that Victoria?" Peter was still in the doorway, moving towards me as the voice came through. "Yes it is, what can I do for you?" "My name's Glen, I got your number from Paul Gamble, I'm in your area this afternoon and was wondering if you'd be available at four o'clock this afternoon for a full service?" "Did Paul give you my address?" "He did...he told me that I'd have to be finished by five o'clock because your son would be home shortly after." Peter was now at my side and his cock looked like it was about to burst out of the front of his underpants it was so hard. "I'll see you at four o'clock then, I charge one hundred and twenty pounds for full service lasting for up to an hour and then twenty pounds per ten minutes or part of ten minutes thereafter." I looked up at Peter's face, it was a good thing that he actually knew what I did to pay for our little luxuries and he also knew that I was going to have to do more of it now that he had reached the magical age of twelve years old and our government support was being withdrawn. The conversation had ended before I got my phone in my hand so all I had to do was end the call. "As I had to get up at five o'clock this morning, I think I'm going to have a little nap before Glen turns up, what will you do with yourself all day?" Peter's face turned into a crooked smile, "Well, I could play on my game in my bedroom or I could have a little nap as well." Peter left me alone to finish cleaning my pussy out and returned to the task of making my pot of tea. I walked past him in the kitchen as he poured the boiling water over the tea leaves in the tea pot, "I'm going up to my room, can you leave my tea to brew for ten minutes and bring me a cup up to my room please?" I left my bedroom door open and pulled my dress off over my head. I slipped into my bed, it was an industrial quality king size bed...most whores serviced their customers on a standard double mattress on the floor, often with just a flat sheet covering the mattress and little else but I actually slept in my bed after the customer had finished with me so my customers always felt at home, a paying lover rather than just a customer. When alone in my bed, I usually slept in the middle of the bed but I'd stopped on the left hand side where I'd climbed in. Peter turned up with a tray in his hands with two cups on it, he was still dressed in just his underpants. "Mum...can you remember when I was younger? I used to slip into bed with you after your customer left you and we'd cuddle because that was the bit that you missed most about not having a proper boyfriend...someone to cuddle up to after...you know!" "Yes I remember us doing that, sometimes you were still cuddling with me the next morning when it was time for you to get up to go to school." "Well, I really missed those cuddles when I got too old to get into bed with you anymore." Well, that confused me, I'd never told him that he was too old to get into bed with me, he'd just stopped doing it when he reached ten years old. "I never told you that you were too old to get into bed with me." "No, it wasn't you, it was Billy Cooper's mum, she said that she thought it was unnatural for a ten year old to sleep with his mum." "So...what do you want to do now?" "Can I have a cuddle now?" I nodded my head. Peter pulled his underpants down, his cock sprang to attention again and there was a stream of pre-cum or the remnants of his earlier orgasm still leaking out. I was lying on my back on the left hand side of the bed and Peter was lying on his left side, he snuggled in close to me, his cock pressed into my right hip and he nuzzled his face against my right shoulder. He kissed my neck and then his right knee slipped over my right leg. Another kiss and he used his right knee to pull my right leg away from my left, parting my thighs. Over the next ten minutes Peter shuffled his body on top of mine and he was rubbing his cock against my bare pussy mound. In the end I reached between our bodies and pushed his cock down, he humped forward and his cock engaged and he started fucking me. Peter wasn't the first young boy I'd had sex with in my life, one of my casual customers, a Greek man, had asked me how much to have sex with two men, I gave him a time and a price to have sex with two men but when he turned up, he was with his twelve year old son. His excuse was that back home in Greece, his son would be old enough to have sex but in England he'd have to wait four more years so I just got down to it with the two of them...I'd fucked one twelve year old boy...so why not my own son. We fucked through lunch, Peter was able to climax and just keep going without losing his erection, we fucked almost all the way up to four o'clock, I took just long enough to wash my son's spunk out of my cunt before I went back to work and Peter went back to his own bedroom to play on his X-Box...Play Station or PS2 while I brought home the bacon... 3,035 Words. Already seen It Working Single Mum, click here to read Part 2
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