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Written: 04 February 2020

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Working Single Mum Pt2
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, b/F, W/S, Incest, Mum/Son, Prostitution, Under Age

I got myself ready for Glen's arrival, I visited the toilet and had a fast shower before I used my enema bag to squirt warm soapy water into my cunt to wash Peter's spunk out of my pussy and finished cleaning myself out by pushing the enema tube up my bum and applying pressure to the enema bag to force water deep into my bottom. I held the water in my bowels for as long as I could while I pulled my dress on...nothing under it, and I did my makeup before sitting on the toilet and evacuating the water with whatever was lining up in my bum. I needed to be that clean because when a customer pays for full service, I have to let him lick my pussy if he wants to and even lick my bum as well...thankefully, not many men want to lick my bum hole out but I have to be ready if they did.

Glen turned up at exactly four o'clock, he would certainly cause a lot of curtain twitching in my Anglo-Saxon backwater, the first Afro-Caribbean man I'd ever seen in my street.

Glen handed me a fold of six twenty pound notes as he stood on my doorstep, I checked the money and then invited him in...it was bad form to count the customers payment while he stood on the doorstep but Glen was a first time customer...and my first black customer so I had to make sure that he wasn't passing me 'Mickey Mouse' money.

Once I was happy with the money, I stepped aside and gestured to the stairs, Glen looked shocked, "We going up there?"

"Well, that's where the bed is!"

Glen went up ahead of me, "My bedroom door is open, just go straight in."

Glen stood at the foot of my bed looking awkwardly at the bed, "It's a real bed!"

"Of course it is, it's where I sleep."

"It's unusual to use a real bed, most working girls just have a double mattress on the floor and it's usually on the floor of the dining room or scullery downstairs."

"Well, I spent a little more on my bed, it's bigger than standard and is reinforced, an elephant could sleep on it without damage."

All I was wearing was a thin summer dress, no bra or knickers under it so I was naked in a flash, I looked at the clock on the bedside cabinet, "Well call the start time...five minutes past four."

He seemed a little reluctant to step forward and take what he'd paid for, "Won't that be a little close to the time your son is expected home...I don't want to bump into him on the stairs!"

I made the move, I started unbuttoning his shirt and easing it over his shoulders and then started on his trousers before saying, "My son is already home, his school was closed today because the water mains burst to the building."

Glen stopped me opening his trousers, he looked worried..."Just how old is your son?"

"He's just turned twelve."

"Is he the jealous type...hot headed...bad tempered...protecting over his mother or anything."

"I've been doing this kind of thing since Peter was born, he doesn't have any problems with me working from home!"

Glen let my hands go free and I pulled his trousers open and then both his underpants and trousers down to his ankles. I lifted his cock, a slight feeling of disappointment at Glen breaking the myth of black men's penal excesses, Glen was, even though hard, no bigger than any other man I'd had sex with in my life...just blacker.

I lifted the weight of his cock and peeled the foreskin back, I inspected his cock for signs of cuts, abrasions or rashes, made sure that he wasn't salivating unduly. "How do you want to do me, if you want oral, I prefer to do that first!"

He grinned at me and he nodded his head. I knelt on the floor in front of him and I took his cock in my mouth, I managed to get my upper lip pressed hard against his, tight, curly, black, pubic hair before his cockhead even approached my throat. I gave him five minutes of oral before I tasted the jet of salty pre-cum and I pulled my mouth off of his cock.

"If you get off in my mouth now, will you be able to get hard again quickly enough or shall we move on to the main course now?"

"It'll take me longer to get hard again that I have left with you."

"Well then, you've paid for full service so where would you like to do me next?"

He smiled at me and said, "Vaginal I think!"

I rolled a condom on his cock and then I lay down on my bed and invited him to join me. He started fucking me and I could instantly see why he had to pay for sex, he was a singularly uninspiring fuck...I did my best work under him and even though he was boring me to death, I playacted to make him believe that he was a better lover than he was. I even pushed him over onto his back when I got too bored to carry on letting him fuck me the way he was, I climbed on top of him and started riding him from on top but before I could get to my own climax he stopped me, "Can I fuck you up your arse now?"

I pushed down with my feet and lifted my cunt off of his cock, "How do you want me, flat on my face...on my hands and knees...over the end of the bed?"

He pushed and pulled me until I was on my hands and knees on the bed and he knelt behind me...at least once his cock was up my bum he became more animated, he fucked me hard and fast, giving me a minor orgasm before he filled his condom, it was five o'clock, we were fifty-five minutes out of his hour when he fell off of my back and crashed onto the bed puffing and panting. I pulled the condom off of his cock before he got any mess on my bed and it was all over...

I pulled my dress back on over my naked body, saw Glen to the front door, we said our goodbyes and he left, curtains for two hundred yards in all directions twitched as Glen swaggered his way to his car.

I picked up the cash and headed up to Peter's bedroom, I wafted the six twenty pound notes in my hand and said, "How about we go around the corner and spend a little of this windfall on a KFC for dinner? We can eat it in or have it as a takeaway...whatever you like."

Whenever I got an 'Ad-hoc' customer, a customer who was just passing through rather than one of my regular 'John's' or a new customer, I'd usually treat that as extra cash and would use that money for little treats unless money was very tight...I might have to rethink that protocol now though, now that I was going to be making a living from selling my body to men...hopefully I'd be seeing a lot more one-off punters, I might even have to start standing on street corners to advertise myself for sale.

Peter and I left home, I locked the front door and we started walking towards the main road. Our street was like many in 'Middle England' or Middle Earth as the fans of J. R. R. Tolkien would call it. The main road had the large, expensive houses built on large plots of land that had been built first and the houses that people like Peter and I lived in had been built much more recently, often built in the back gardens of those larger houses. Over the years, more and more of the larger houses had been bought out by companies and converted from dwellings and into office blocks, shops, pubs or restaurants. Our local KFC was in one of those houses.

As we walked down our road, Peter slipped his arm over the small of my back and I looped my arm over his shoulder, I realised that Peter's eyes were focussed on my upper body, watching my breasts swaying pendulously as we walked along and then his right hand slipped down from my waist and over the sphere of my buttocks...Peter was checking what kind of knickers I was wearing under my dress and as his hand reached the back of my leg and he realised that I wasn't wearing any knickers at all he looked up from my breasts and grinned at me..he patted my bottom and then returned his hand to my waist.

We turned out onto the main road and entered that zone of our area where people were milling around in the street and Peter's arm dropped away from my waist and down to his side as he moved away from me slightly so that my own arm fell off of his shoulder. He looked at my face again and gave me an awkward grin.

As we got closer to the restaurant I spotted Elizabeth Trent stomping up and down her driveway, she was talking on her mobile phone and she seemed very agitated, she was complaining that she'd struggled to get someone to look after Simon all day because the school was closed and that she couldn't possibly go into work to cover an emergency as her husband was working away and she'd already used up all the goodwill available from her friends looking after Simon all day.

Elizabeth was a nurse in the local hospital, not just a bottom wiper, she was a Theatre Sister and if she was being called into work in the evening, it must have been very important.

"Evening Elizabeth, you look a little harassed this evening."

Liz (never call her that to her face though), moved her phone to her chest to cover the microphone with her breast, "I'm totally stressed Victoria, I was late into work this morning because I had to find someone to look after Simon when I got the text message telling me that his school was closed..."

I zoned Elizabeth's conversation out as Simon's image jumped into my head, he was in the same class at school as Peter...not that Liz would have known that, the two boys were in the same class at school but I wouldn't have called them friends, they may have been in the same school class but weren't the same social class. Simon lived in a big house that his parents owned...or rather would own in twenty years or so after they finished paying off the three quarters of a million pounds the house cost them. Another thing that separated the two boys was that Simon lived with his mother and father, while Peter didn't even know his father's name.

"...Normally Justin would be here but he's in Paris this week at a symposium on European Law so now I'll have to find someone willing to look after Simon all night..."

The name Justin Trent pushed Simon's image out of my head although to me Justin was just 'One o'clock to three on the first Friday of the month' repeated in my electronic diary...Justin was the first man I'd ever seen naked with a circumcised cock, he had a small muscular body with a cock that was disproportionately bigger than one would expect for a man of his stature. Justin's shoulders were very hairy but his chest and belly were hair free. He had been visiting me every month for years, he still paid the same price he had been paying for at least five years, he got two hours of access to my body for just one hundred pounds.

"...and if I can't find anyone to look after him over night, I won't be able to go into hospital and if they can't find another Theatre Sister, they'll be one theatre short tonight when the accident victims start arriving."

"Well, Simon could come and have a sleepover with Peter if you like...We're just popping down to the KFC for dinner, we can pick Simon up on our way home, he could bring his school uniform with him, you never know, they may get the water back on at school over night and reopen it in the morning."

I saw Elizabeth turn her nose up as she looked towards the KFC restaurant. She lived just five properties away but I doubt that she'd ever been in it in her life.

I was about to walk away but Liz stopped me.

"Erm...Victoria, I'd love to take you up on your offer...erm...do you think it would be possible to extend your reservation at the restaurant from two to four people...the thing is, I don't have time now to cook a meal for me and Simon so we'll both need to eat and I'll pay for the meal as a thank you!"

"It isn't the kind of restaurant that you can book a table Elizabeth, you just turn up and find a seat wherever you can, they have a few picnic tables in the back garden if they're busy."

We waited while Liz got Simon out of the house to join us. Peter was wearing his favourite casual clothes, summer or winter, he would be wearing his Real Madrid CF football strip. Simon was dressed totally differently, he was wearing smart, charcoal grey, slacks with a crease down the front that was so sharp that you could use it to shave with. He was also wearing a white button-down shirt with a paisley tie. He looked hot and uncomfortable in the afternoon heat but he really did look smart.

As we walked along Liz pointed to the pub across the road, it had closed two years earlier, one of twenty pubs every month that went out of business in the midlands but there were workmen there, "They say in the planning application that the front will be a bar and the rear a community space, one of those multifunctional places, a theatre, classrooms, even a cinema but all on a small scale."

"Well, that will be nice...nice to get the building back into use...stop people fly-tipping on the car park."

"Justin is going to have the front windows triple glazed, he thinks that there will be a lot of noise when the building reopens...he did object to the planning application but...he was hoisted by his own petard, when we found out that the pub was closing and that the brewery intended to knock the building down and build an apartment block on the land Justin applied for a planning restriction order being placed on the pub, making it 'A building essential to social cohesion.' So no one could redevelop the land unless it was for social use. The planning returned Justin's objection with a note that it was strange that he'd made the site restricted to social uses and now he was trying to get a social build turned down."

I watched the workmen packing their tools for the night, some were heading across the road to the KFC so I stepped up my pace a little, leaving Liz, Simon and Peter behind...just so I could get in the Queue ahead of the builders. I asked Peter and Simon what they wanted to eat and then sent them to find us a table while we waited to be served. Liz stood with me in the queue, she was looking around, "Where do they keep the cutlery?"

"It's finger food Elizabeth, no knives or forks and they don't give us plates either."

"No plates, what do we put the food on?"

"We usually eat from the box or bag but if you ask, they have some paper trays that you can put your food..."

My lecture was cut short by Peter returning, "All the tables inside are occupied, we've found an empty table in the back garden, I've left Simon out there while I collect some salt and ketchup."

The builders were in the queue behind us and there were three people in front...fortunately, two of the customers in front were buying their food to take away. I ordered our meals and Elizabeth paid for it all...windfall food as well as being able to keep my windfall money as well, it really was a great day for my first day as a fulltime working girl.

Liz was totally unimpressed by KFC and even less impressed at the prospect of eating out in the back garden. The table was a typical picnic table, it could seat six people at a push but because of the way it was constructed, if there had been six of us at the table, the four on the outside seats would have to sit with one of the spars of wood used to construct the table between our legs so it was fortunate that we were just four, we could all fit in the spaces between the spars of wood comfortably.

Liz and I sat on one side of the table and the boys on the other, I had to force a smile off of my face when Simon asked Peter to swap places with him so that Simon was sitting opposite me while Peter sat opposite Elizabeth. It was funny in one way, if we were at a posh dinner party, the men would usually sit opposite the wife of another guest at the party and it looked like Simon was just arranging the seating plan like that but I quickly realised that it was so that he got a better view down the front of my dress as I leaned forward to eat my dinner.

Simon knocked the top from his bottle of juice on the grass under the table and he bent down to pick it up I realised that he was trying to look up under my dress, the bottom hem was six inches above my knee but that was while standing up, sitting as I was, there was probably a lot more on display under the table.

Liz said, "Simon, sit up at the table please and don't put that top back on your bottle now that it's been on the grass..."

"Excuse me, I don't suppose that we could share your table could we?"

I looked over my shoulder, one of the builders from the pub conversion was standing behind Liz with his tray of food in his hand and his friend was shuffling around the end of our table to the boy's side. The builder who asked if they could sit with us had a broad Cockney accent...all that 'Apples and pears' palaver but I'd heard his friend ordering their food at the counter and he was a broad Geordie, more 'Haway pet' as a term of endearment rather that the 'Love' or 'Me-duck' of the midlands.

I picked my food up and moved it to the left, then I lifted my left leg over the wooden cross member holding the seat to the table and settled down on the left edge of the seat, "Come on Elizabeth, hotch over, let the man have a seat with us!"

Simon mirrored my movement and Peter slipped to his right so that the Geordie could sit next to him, on his side of the table. Liz watched all of the movement and begrudgingly slipped to her left until her left hip touched my right and the Cockney Sparrow sat on her right.

The Geordie boy nudged Peter in the ribs and said, "Veo que eres fanático del Real Madrid, joven!"

I couldn't stop myself laughing at the sound of a broad Geordie accent speaking Spanish to my son.

Peter looked a little sour at my giggling and he turned to the man with a serious expression on his face and said, "Realmente no soy fanático, mi madre me consigue el kit de un...erm...amigo de Madrid que visita de vez en cuando!"

It was strange to hear a Geordie speaking Spanish to my son, even stranger hearing my son replying to him in faltering Spanish. I had a customer from Southern Spain who drove long distance, delivering African fruit and veg from a port in Southern Spain to the markets of central England and whenever he was in Northampton making a delivery, he would pop in and pay for thirty minutes of my time. Hand, oral or vaginal sex...depending on how much money he could spare...he never had full service sex as that was a little too pricey for him.

I looked over at Simon just as he knocked his bottle top on the floor once again, it looked totally innocent because he was looking towards the conversation going on between Peter and the builder sitting next to him at the time.

Simon leaned over the side of the table again but this time he got a better view as my legs were being forced apart by the wooden spa.

"Simon, just leave that damned thing..." Liz was cut short by her telephone ringing, her hospital were calling to tell her that she was needed in as soon as possible. "...Simon, sit up right now...do you have your front door key?"

Simon fished the key out of his pocket and held it up for his mother to see it.

"Right, I'm going to have to go in to the hospital now so, collect your clothes from home on your way to Victoria's house...make sure that the front door is double locked before you go and behave yourself tonight please!"

Liz looked at the Cockney, she didn't actually speak to him, she sent her message telepathically, either that, or she moved him telekinetically, either way, he slipped to his feet allowing Liz to easily leave the table, leaving her detritus on the table for the 'Busboy' to collect...rather than taking her own mess away like the rest of the customers were expected to do at a KFC.

Once Liz had left the table seemed to relax a little more, as soon as she was out of sight, Simon took his tie off and unfastened the top button of his shirt. Both men engaged in a little flirting with me, we exchanged names and there was an exchanged grin between the two men. The cockney said, "Are you Victoria from Wardens Walk?"

Both men laughed out loud at that question but the laughter ended when I said, "I do live on Wardens Walk actually!"

Now there were serious 'Non-verbal' communications between the two men. I stood up, collected my rubbish and Liz's and headed off to the bin, the cockney followed me over to the bin with his own rubbish.

He whispered, "Now don't get mad at me or get violent or anything but over the road...at the old pub...well, the thing is, in the gents toilet, on the wall like...well, it says to visit Victoria on Wardens Walk for a good time and it's only fifty quid!"

"That was the price four years ago!"

He looked totally shocked that I was admitting to being a whore.

"Is the telephone number still the same?"

"Why, will you be looking for a fun time any time soon?"

"I'm going to be working here for a few weeks, I'm bound to be looking for some fun during that time."

I opened my handbag and handed him my card. It didn't have a land-line telephone number or an address on it, just:

He looked at the card and smiled at me, "Well, I'll give you a call later then!"

I collected Simon and Peter, they both wished both men goodbye as they followed me from the garden and back out through the restaurant. We stopped off at Simon's house to collect his clothes, Peter and I waited in the hallway downstairs while Simon ran around collecting his stuff, Peter looked around the double height vestibule and said, "We could fit our house in this hallway and staircase."

Once we got to our house Peter offered to let Simon borrow one of his spare football kits and the boys settled down to a little TV watching. We'd been home for about an hour when my mobile phone rang, a cockney voice said, "I can't get you out of my mind...any chance of fifty quid's worth of fun this evening?"

I smiled to myself..."You'll have to give me thirty minutes, I'm at fifty-two, Wardens Walk...I'll see you soon!"

I went through to the bathroom to wash and get changed. I changed into a simple wrap-over dress, the only lingerie that I put on under my dress were stockings and suspender belt. I was sitting at the kitchen table fixing my makeup when Simon walked through the kitchen, his eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw a vast expanse of stocking clad leg exposed as I sat in my wrap-over dress. I saw a sudden growth in the front of Simon's borrowed shorts as his cock jumped to attention.

Simon went through to the bathroom, he didn't even try to close the door, he pulled his shorts down and stood in front of the pan, nothing happened for several moments due to his drawbridge being raised...I saw his right arm move, rhythmic movements, he went up onto the tips of his toes and then his knees seemed to buckle slightly as he brought himself off over our toilet pan, I saw him flick his hand down into the toilet as he shook his semen from the web of skin between his thumb and index finger. There was a sudden golden rod, the sound of piss splashing into the bowl.

Simon reached to the roll of toilet tissue to pull a page from the round book hanging on the wall...he was going to wipe the dewdrop from the end of his cock when he realised that I was watching him through the open door.

His face turned bright red, "I'm really sorry Mrs Porter...I'm not used to using a family bathroom...especially not one leading off of the kitchen...I have my own bathroom at home that's in my bedroom so I never close my bathroom door.

"That's okay Simon, Peter and I often don't bother closing the bathroom door...it is the only toilet in the house so there are often times when we just have to share."

Simon had started talking to me with his upper body turned in my direction but his lower body still pointing at the porcelain and his shorts around his ankles but as he spoke, his lower body turned slightly so that I could see his cock. It had been scant moments since he'd knocked his erection down with his right fist but he was already gaining rigidity as he looked from my cleavage to my exposed thigh. He remained turned in my direction as he wiped the toilet tissue over the head of his cock and dropped it into the toilet pan.

"I'm going to have to ask you to hang out in Peter's bedroom with him for an hour, I have a little work to do. You won't get bored though, Peter has all the latest electronic games up there."

Peter and Simon went up to Peter's bedroom to play computer games just as Kyle pulled up in the street outside in his builder's van. I welcomed my cockney customer at the front door, he liked my wrap-over dress...liked it a lot but that didn't stop him divesting me of it before I'd finally closed the door behind him, he pulled my almost naked body into his chest and he kissed me.

I pulled my mouth away from his, "Hold on a minute, we haven't even agreed the contract yet!"

He grinned at me, "I've got my working away allowance, my boss gives me thirty quid a day to get a meal and a drink in the evenings while I'm working away."

"So, you want a number two then?"

"Well, I was planning on spending tomorrows allowance as well."

"So will it be a number three then?"

He nodded his head and he kissed me again. I pulled away from him and held out my hand for the money. After he paid me I took his hand and pulled him up the stairs behind me. On the landing at the top of the stairs I spotted that Peter's bedroom door was open a few inches, both boys were peeping out at me as I reached the landing. I let Kyle's hand go and went over and closed Peter's bedroom door but I didn't do anything to hide my body from the boys before the door closed.

I looked at Kyle, he had a massive grin on his face and he was shaking his head, "Kids eh!"

I guided Kyle into my bedroom. I went through my admin procedure, undressed him, inspected his cock and rolled a condom down his shaft. Kyle was paying for straight sex so it was on the bed, me on my back and him on top of me. I started his thirty minutes timer at the moment his cock slipped into my cunt and settled into a rather enjoyable fuck with my very fit lover.

After fifteen minutes my mobile phone rang in the living room and I heard Peter's bedroom door open, Peter went down to the living room and answered my phone. Once Kyle's balls finished boiling over into the latex sausage skin, we had a final hug and kiss in bed as his remaining seconds ticked away and then I watched him getting dressed. Then I escorted Kyle to the front door. Once again Peter's bedroom door was ajar and both boys were spying on me as I left my bedroom still naked apart from my stockings and suspender belt. I didn't bother crossing the hall this time to close the door on them, I just pulled Kyle behind me to the stairs. I could have put my dressing gown on before taking Kyle out of my room...I hadn't after all heard Peter close his bedroom door after he answered my telephone call so there was a good chance that he hadn't closed his door when he returned to his room but what the hell, Simon had already seen me naked once today.

At the bottom of the stairs I scooped my dress up off of the floor and slipped my arms into the sleeves but before I could close it, Kyle had stepped into me again and kissed me passionately before saying, "I'll have another fifty quid on Wednesday, can I book half an hour with you at seven o'clock then please?"

I heard a floorboard complain above me and pulled my body away from Kyle, I closed my dress and pushed the end of the long left half of the belt through the little hole in the right hand side seam of the dress so that I could pass it around my back and tie it in a bow with the short right half of the belt over my left hip, one last kiss and Kyle left the house. I turned and saw Simon and Peter on the stairs, they had both taken their T-shirts off and were standing on the top step wearing just their shorts and they both had prominent erections tenting the front of their shorts.

Peter asked if they could watch a film on the big screen TV in the living room. I nodded my head and the boys ran down into the living room. I picked up my book and headed for one of the single seats in the living room.

It was an afterthought as I sat down; I looked over at Peter as he settled down on the right hand seat of the sofa, "Peter, who was on the telephone?"

"A guy called Robert, he wanted an hour with you tomorrow, I checked your diary, you have Bill 'P' marked down from nine to nine-thirty so I told Robert to come round at ten o'clock...I put him in your diary, he said he'd been before so he knew the address."

Simon had a massive grin on his face because of the casual way that my son and I talked about my work as a prostitute and then there was an almost finger clicking moment as all the dials pointed in the same direction, "Erm Mrs Porter...do you know my dad?"

"I'm not Mrs anything Simon, I never married Peter's father...I know both your mum and dad!"

"No...I mean...well, is my dad a customer of yours as well?"

"What makes you ask that question Simon?"

Last Friday I heard my dad talking to one of his friends from work while he was rushing around to get ready for his Paris trip, he got a little careless, left his office door open and I heard him telling his friend that he'd been to the Wardens Walk gym to get rid of his excess energy, he told his friend that he should give up his membership to the golf club and use the Wardens Walk gym like him, he reckoned his friend would save a fortune over membership fees and green fees and he'd come away from the gym a lot fitter and far less frustrated after a visit to the gym!"

"I did see your father on Friday...does it bother you that your father visits a prostitute?"

Simon shook his head, "My mum is always saying...'Never do a job yourself if there is a professional out there who can do it better...' I'm sure that my mother would have suggested that my dad visit a working girl than bother her in her bedroom."

"Her bedroom...don't your mum and dad share a bedroom?"

Simon shook his head, "Mum even got rid of her big bed...my dad moans about it to his friends all the time, I think my mother only goes into my dad's bedroom on his birthday and she doesn't spend the whole night even then, just half an hour or less."

I checked my diary, Peter had written 'Bill P - ten till eleven - number five. Peter even knew my charging bands and that an hour would be a number five service. I put my diary away and picked my 'Chick-lit' book up again, I opened my book at the page with the bookmark in it and Peter groaned, "Don't read a book mum, watch the film with us."

I'd laid the living room out so that the sixty inch TV was opposite the long sofa, four people could sit on the sofa to watch TV, leaving the two single comfortable seats free for people who didn't want to watch the TV. Peter was already on the left hand seat and Simon was on the right...the boys had been talking in private in Peter's bedroom for close to an hour and I sensed a set up as the two boys sat so far apart, leaving a space between them for me to sit on.

I put my book down and sat on the sofa, I watched as Peter used the remote control to call up the internet and work his way through to the video stream that he wanted to watch. I spotted the 'Adult Content' sign flash on the screen and took the remote from Peter's hand and paused the video, I looked at Simon, "Simon, does your mother allow you to watch adult films?"

Peter snatched the remote from me and pressed play, "Simon was the one who gave me the URL for the film, he watches porn films in his room all the time."

"That's not the same thing at all darling."

Simon chipped in with, "My mother doesn't mind what I do in my bedroom, just so long as I dress properly when I'm in the rest of the house...I was only allowed to leave my bedroom without my blazer on earlier because it was so hot today."

The film started, a man and a woman were sitting on a sofa in a living room, the man had his mobile phone in his hand and he flicked his thumb across the phone's screen and the camera panned away from the couple, the voice from the TV said, "I can pan, tilt and zoom the camera from anywhere in the world and see the output on my phone but all the time the camera is working..." the camera zoomed into a computer on a desk in the corner of the room and the computer screen showed the feed from the camera as well, "...the computer is recording the camera's feed, the hard drive has a one terabyte partition dedicated to recording the feed so I can save twenty days worth of filming before the computer starts to record over the oldest parts of the video."

As the camera panned back to the couple on the sofa, Peter pulled the comforter from the back of the sofa and passed one end of the blanket over my body to Simon so the three of us were covered from below our knees and up to our necks by the blanket. By the time I looked back at the TV, the camera was focussed on the couple and zoomed into a close up as the couple kissed passionately.

Peter looked around me towards Simon, "Hey Si...when you kiss a girl, do you put your tongue in her mouth?"

Simon shook his head, "I've never kissed a girl...I've searched my room from top to bottom but can't seem to find a girl in there anywhere!"

"You have to look around outside your room mate...like me, I've kissed every girl in our class so far."

"Every girl in our class? We've only been in that school for a year so far and not one of the eighteen girls in our class has even spoken to me yet!"

"That's because of the way you dress and act at school, all the girls think you're a bit of a tosser...but you never seemed to want to get to know any of us at school."

"I blame my mother for that, I've never been allowed to play with other kids and my mum makes me do my homework and if I don't do a good enough job on it when she checks it, she makes me do it all over again!"

I looked back to Peter, "Homework?"

Peter looked past me again, "Thanks Si...I was going to ask my mum to let you kiss her so that you could feel the difference between a straight kiss and a kiss with tongues, but now that you've let the homework cat out of the bag I'm not going to!"

"Sorry Peter, I didn't realise that your mother didn't know about the homework...hey, how do your get your mother to sign your homework book every day when you've finished your homework?"

Peter blushed and he pointed to the TV, the kiss had ended and now the husband was in his workshop, he was waving his camera around the room, showing off all of his woodworking tools, "The advantage of the 80221G chip in this camera is that I can place the camera anywhere on our land and the WI-Fi router can pick it up. Our next door neighbours are having a kitchen extension built and the bricklayer can see over the fence into our back garden now. The sun is set to shine today so the builder is likely to be wearing just his thin cotton shorts!"

The camera was placed on the workbench in the workshop and pointed out of the window, the picture was of the garden fence and you could just see a row of bricks above the fence with a rudimentary scaffold in front of it, the camera then panned down to the garden and to a sun lounger in their back garden.

The voice on the TV said, "If it is sunny today and the bricklayer is working on the back wall of the extension, Ann will come out and sunbathe on that lounger while I'm at work but I'll be watching what happens on my computer at work and Ann will be using her mobile phone to listen to music through her ear-buds so that I can call her and tell her what I want her to do!"

There was a fade to a cut and suddenly a head appeared over the fence as the builder clambered onto the scaffolding, he looked into the garden and the strategically placed sun lounger. You could clearly hear the builder talking to his mate, asking him to pass things up to him, telling his to make up a mortar mix and then the builder set about starting to work, there seemed to be a steel form screwed to the wall, it had a slight profile on it and seemed to have lots of slots cut into its surface.

The builder measured up around nine inches from the top of the last thermalite block on the inside of the wall. He slipped a wire loop into the slot that was closest to that measured point. He buttered mortar on the top of the last block against the back wall of the house and then he held the next full block in his hand and buttered the end of that block before sliding it on top of the fresh mortar, easing it under the wire loop before tapping the block into place.

It was a little boring watching as the builder laid two eighteen by nine by three inch blocks on top of the existing wall, then he placed a half block against the house wall above the fresh blocks under another wire loop and another full block next to that. Then another wire loop was linked into the metal wall plate nine inches above the half block and a full block was slid under the new wire loop. There was a lot of levelling and straightening of the first four and a half blocks as they would form the basis of the next three layers of blocks.

Ann came out of the kitchen as the builder moved his kit to the corner of the new wall to start laying out the corner. She was wearing a halter neck bikini, the kind where the cups and triangles of material making up the bra and knickers of the bikini were free to slide along the waist and chest straps to increase the coverage or decrease it.

Ann was carrying a small plastic table as if it were a tray with a tall drink on it, the glass had a straw sticking out of the top, Ann had her back to the builder, her husband's voice came over the video, "He's taken the bait, lie on your stomach and make the back of the bikini bottoms as small as possible."

I caught a movement on my left, Peter was lifting his bottom off the seat and then I saw slow movement of his right arm under the blanket, it was obvious that he was rubbing his cock as he watched the woman on the screen flashing as much of her arse as she could to the builder. The camera kept moving between the builder and Ann. The builder had stopped working and was just standing there watching Ann as she lay on the lounger, her husband told her to open her legs a little wider, he told her to take a drink from the glass and try to make it look sexy as she sucked the straw into her mouth.

I spotted another movement in my peripheral vision, from my right this time, Simon was leaning forward and looking past me to Peter. Simon was soon copying Peter, his right hand moving up and down over his cock under the blanket.

The film on the TV zoomed in on the builders shorts, there was a flagpole down there standing to attention. The builder was trying to attract Ann's attention but she was ignoring him, pretending that she couldn't hear him over the music through her ear-buds.

"It's time to turn over, start to make the front of your knickers as small as possible and then make believe that you've only just spotted him."

The hands moving under the blankets on both sides of me sped up a little as it became obvious that the woman had either a Brazilian or was totally bald inside her pants. There was a little banter between the builder and Ann, she had pulled one of her ear-buds out so that she could still hear her husband's comments in one ear as she flirted with the builder while he looked down at her from the scaffolding.

Peter leaned forward in his seat to look past me and at Simon, "Hey Simon, do you like to see a wild bush on a woman or do you prefer a bare mound?"

"I've only seen pictures but I think I like the clean shaven look."

"I told you at KFC that my mum is clean shaven."

"I don't believe you...I tried to see under the table but her dress was covering too much of her legs under the table."

"She is, it's part of the uniform for a working girl."

I was looking from Peter to Simon as they exchanged comments, it felt like I was at a tennis match and at 'Duce' the voice on the TV said, "Right, you've had fifteen minutes, start to get up, tell him that you can only sunbathe for fifteen minutes a side because you don't have any sunscreen."

All three of us watched the wife starting to get ready to leave the garden, before she got the chance to tell the builder that she was going inside the house, he said, "You're not going already are you?"

"I have to, I ran out of sunscreen so I can only sunbathe for fifteen minutes a side at this time of the year!"

"I have a ton of the stuff, my boss won't let me work in just my shorts if I don't use lots of sunscreen, it's all that health and safety at work nonsense...You could use some of my sunscreen if you like."

"No...that wouldn't be right, I can't take your sunscreen."

"Don't be silly...I'll even help you, I'll cover your back with sunscreen for you...if you like."

There was a jump in the video, the builder was suddenly kneeling behind Ann with a bottle of sunscreen in one hand, he eased the back strap of Ann's bikini top down a little and said, "I don't see much in the way of tan lines, you must keep the straps of your bikini top moving all the time."

"No, my garden is normally totally private so I usually sunbathe in the nude but when you guys started working next door, my husband told me I'd have to start wearing a bikini when I sunbathe."

"He sounds like a spoilsport!"

Ann looked towards the camera and smiled as she winked for the camera before saying, "He's a miserable old bastard to be honest with you...no fun at all."

"Erm...my sunscreen has added moisturiser in it so it's a little more oily than normal sunscreen, will it be okay if it goes on the straps of your bikini?"

"No, not really, I try not to get even normal sunscreen on the material...you'll have to be careful when you get close to the straps."

His fingers moved to the halter strap at the back of her neck and tugged at the open end of the bow, "I could always just untie the straps...you usually sunbathe naked anyway!"

Ann looked at the camera again and smiled, her husband said, "Nod your head demurely."

Ann nodded her head and he pulled the end of the bow and her neck strap fell away, Ann's hands jumped up to her bikini top, holding the front in place over her breasts. He unfastened the back strap before he put oil on his hands and started to massage oil into her shoulders and neck, you could see that he was massaging really deeply into her skin and Ann was almost purring as she sat in front of the builder getting a deep muscle massage.

The builder rubbed oil down over her upper back and then his hands both slid around her body, under her arms and his fingertips eased between Ann's breasts and her bra cups. He was massaging her breasts under her hands and her husband was giving her instructions, the final one was to look over her left shoulder so he could kiss her.

The Camera zoomed right in as Ann kissed the builder over her left shoulder, she had bumped lips but then she had slipped her tongue into his mouth and pulled her lips away slightly to show the camera that the tip of her tongue was in his mouth.

I heard a slight groan from Simon and his hand stopped moving up and down his cock, "When I get a girlfriend...I definitely want to try that!"

Peter leaned forwards again, "You should try kissing my mum, she's a great snogger!"

Simon wriggled around in the seat, he was careful to hold the blanket trapped under his right arm so that it didn't fall away. He shuffled forwards on his knees and pressed his mouth against mine, a simple kiss at first and then the tip of his tongue brushed against my lips and I opened my mouth for him.

As we tongue wrestled he shuffled a little closer to my side and I felt the warm moist tip of his cock pressing into my upper arm. Peter leaned forward to watch me and Simon kissing, Peter didn't care that the blanket fell away from him or from me, my wrap-over dress popped into view...as did Peter's erection, he had shucked his shorts all the way off and as Simon kissed me Peter pulled the knot in my belt open and pushed the right hand side of my dress open, exposing my right breast.

Simon had his eyes closed so he missed Peter unveiling my breast so Peter reached past me and grabbed Peter's right wrist and he pulled Simon's hand over to my breast...I felt Simon gasp into my mouth as he realised that his hand was on my bare breast...there was also a gasp from the TV. The three of us looked over at the screen as the builder was lowering his hips down on top of Ann, her body was glistening all over with oily sunscreen from her toes to her forehead, the kiss between Simon and me must have lasted longer that I'd thought.

We watched the fuck on screen for five minutes, the builder was physically fit and extremely energetic as he bounced on Ann's body like an energiser bunny and all the time that we were watching, Simon's fingers were exploring my right breast. Peter pulled the left hand side of my dress open and he leaned in and sucked my nipple into his mouth, then he moved Simon's hand from my breast and pushed it down between my legs..."See, I told you that my mum had a bald pussy!"

Peter pulled the blanket away from Simon's body...Simon's shorts were around his knees, I broke the kiss and compared both boy's dicks. Peter's erection was almost twice as big as Simons, even though Simon was almost nine months older than Peter, Peter whispered, "Suck Simon's cock for him please mum!"

The fucking on the TV screen was forgotten and I found myself on my hands and knees on the floor in front of the sofa, I was totally naked and my mouth was sliding up and down Simon's little cock as Peter stood behind me, his legs wide open and his knees bent so that he could line his cock up with my cunt and mount me from behind.

I took Simon's spunk in my mouth, swallowed it all down and then Simon moved next to Peter, I felt Simon pulling my buttock to one side so that he could see Peter's cock sliding in and out of my cunt. Simon was hard again in minutes and he asked Peter if he could have a try. Peter hadn't climaxed yet but he relinquished the saddle and moved in front of me to fuck my mouth as Simon's cock entered my pussy. Simon was so small that I could hardly feel him but he got the feeling that he needed to get off for the third time that afternoon.

We all ended up in my bed, I allowed both boys to fuck me once again before I told them that it was time to go to sleep.

I woke first in the morning, it was just after six when the bright sunlight woke me up. I had to run to the bathroom behind the kitchen to empty my bladder and after that I checked my mobile phone, there was a text message from Peter's school, it was timed at four o'clock in the morning...or rather the middle of the night. 'The Water Board have finally managed to get the water supply issues sorted and school will open as usual in the morning...transport will be provided as usual.'

I woke the boys and told them the bad news...that they would be going to school.

Peter ran to the bathroom to have a shower while Simon hung back with me in the bedroom, "Erm...Mrs Porter...how much would you charge me if I want to be a regular customer?"

I'd actually heard of prostitutes targeting school boys in the city...getting them hooked on sex and charging them special rates to keep them coming back for more, the boys often committed crimes to pay for the privilege of screwing the whore.

"I'm sorry Simon, even if I charged you half price it would be too expensive for you!"

"I have almost ten thousand pounds in my savings account. My grandparents always give me cash for my birthday and Christmas, they even give me cash at Easter because my mother doesn't allow me to have too much chocolate and I could never think of anything that I want to spend the money on...until now that is!"

He punctuated the statement with a smile and then a kiss.

"Okay then, you can make an appointment with me if I'm not already busy and I'll give you a fifty percent discount on the advertised price."

I gave Simon my card so that he would have my mobile phone number as well as the scale of charges.

Simon ran down to the bathroom, I heard him say, "Peter, is it okay if I share the shower with you?"

There was a great deal of splashing and giggling from the bathroom as the two boys further cemented their new found friendship before leaving together to catch the bus to school.

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