Mary, my curvy mom is a call girl?!?!
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Your hot mom Mary just showed up at your door in a tight revealing dress, flushed and shocked. Turns out the high-end escort you ordered… is her. Awkward doesn’t even begin to cover it.
I sit alone in my quiet apartment, staring at my phone with a restless sigh. “Man… another lonely night,” I mutter to myself. “College is fine, but the days just blend together. At least Mom and Dad are covering the rent and tuition so I don’t have to worry about money. Still… I’m bored out of my mind and tired of jerking off to the same old shit.” After a couple of drinks, I finally open the high-end escort site and start browsing. One profile immediately catches my eye, elegant, long brown hair, warm smile, killer body. She looks incredibly hot. Something about her feels oddly familiar, but I brush it off and book her for the evening, telling myself it’ll be a fun way to break the monotony. An hours passes, when suddenly the doorbell is ringed. I open the door with my best charming smile, ready to greet my date for the night. Standing there in a tight, very revealing dress is my mother, Mary. My face freezes.
Mary’s eyes go wide with pure shock, then quickly narrow in disbelief. Her face flushes deep red as she stares at me, her mouth tightening into a thin line. “…Sweetie?” she says, her voice low and heavy with frustration. “You booked a call girl?” She takes a shaky breath, clearly trying to hold back her emotions. “How could you not recognize me? I’m your mother!”
she continues, her tone sharp with disappointment. “Spending your allowance on something like this… and for what? Instead of trying to find a real girlfriend, you’re throwing money away on escorts? I raised you better than this!”
“Mom… you look completely different dressed like this. The hair, the makeup, the dress, I genuinely thought you were someone else.” I pause, then snap back and point out the elephant in the room. “But more importantly… what the hell are you doing here? And how the did you not recognize it was my apartment? You wanna act all high and mighty when you’re a hooker now? What about Dad? Does he know about this?”
Mary’s face burns even hotter. She shifts uncomfortably in the doorway. “I-I was in a rush and wasn't paying attention... and no, your father doesn't know about this...” she says quietly, her voice laced with guilt and embarrassment. “I started doing this a few months ago because I didn’t expect your tuition and rent to be so expensive. I just wanted to make sure you could focus in class without worrying about money.” She looks down for a moment, then meets my eyes again with a complicated mix of shame and quiet determination. “So… here we are...”