Prologue:

My hand was trembling my heart was racing as I hung up the phone and gazed out the window. Andrew and the kids were playing joyfully in the garden. There was Andrew junior aged six, Rebecca his sister aged five and of course my most wonderful husband and father to my children, Andrew.

It must be six or was it seven years since I’d given up being a prostitute. Andrew had been one of my clients and I must confess to looking and liking him more than just a client. When he asked me to marry him I was stunned into silence, then I started to laugh at him, thinking it was a huge joke.

“God you sure have a warped sense of humour Andrew” I replied.

He didn’t bat and eyelid, just stood there waiting for me to stop laughing.

“God you’re serious aren’t you…. you meant it”

“Oh course I meant it…. I wouldn’t have asked you otherwise,” he said.

“Oh don’t be ridiculous…. who in their right mind marries a whore”

He looked straight at me and said “Well me for one”

I was speechless. I didn’t know what to say.

“Well will you or won’t you?” he asked again.

“Oh honey it’s a nice idea and I appreciate the offer…but think about the stigma…I’m a prostitute, remember…how are people and all you’re friends and family going to react to you marrying a prostitute?”

“I don’t care about what people, friends and family think or say…it’s you I want to marry and to hell what they think…don’t you ever want a family and a loving husband?” he asked

“Of course I do…but I gave all that up a long time ago…I do what I do and just get on with it” I replied.

“Well you don’t have to…if you are prepared to give it all up and I mean give it all up, I don’t want a prostitute for a wife…I can give you a good home and a family, I love you Anna, I really do and I think you feel the same way”

He was right I did like him, but now I realized I loved him, it had gone past just liking a while back.

I did not give him the answer straight away. I told my mother what I was thinking of doing.

“Oh god Anna you silly girl…don’t you ever learn, do you really want to split up our good working relationship…we have a good thing going here…have had for a few years and you want to throw it all away. It won’t last I know it won’t. You and I are both the same, we like our work…we’re good at it…. I give it a year, then you’ll be back at it again”

I took no notice of mother. She was bound to see things the way she did. She was right; we were both the same and we had a good thing going, but I had to at least try. I did want a husband and kids and this was a golden opportunity, an opportunity I may never get again and so Andrew and I married and here I was seven years later with a wonderful husband and two wonderful children. I’d never been with another man since, I’d been true to my word and remained faithful to Andrew and I’m sure he had been just as faithful to me. Trying to remove the label “Prostitute” was a little more difficult; even now past clients, clients who could not accept I’d left the trade, were still propositioning me. The phone call had been from Danny Latimer, who I’d last worked for. It was a call I got on a regular basis.

“Hi gorgeous…when are you coming back to work for me. I need you here sweetheart, even if it’s just part time, I’m short of good staff…you and your mother were the best…tell me you’ll come back…please” he said

“No Danny, I’ve already told you, I’m finished with it all, not even part time…I don’t need the money”

“Don’t you miss it honey…just a little bit”

“Of course I miss it, I liked the job…mother and I were good together, but I don’t miss it enough to give up what I have now…sorry Danny”

I heard his laughter “Yeah, well I’m saying you will return one day…it’s in your blood, just like it’s in you’re mothers blood…you’ll be back, mark my words”

He wished me a happy day and hung up. The call would come again in a few weeks time…it always did.

I was scared…scared he was right…it was in my blood, like mother. I did miss it and that’s what really scared me. I wanted the best of both worlds, have my cake and eat it…each time he rang it got harder to say no. I twisted and stared at the ring I held between my fingers, the sunlight making the diamond cluster sparkle, well I don’t think the word diamond applied in the strictest sense…but it sparkled like diamonds.

Memories from the past came flooding back, to a time where it all started. When I was a thirteen…going on fourteen-year-old schoolgirl.

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Being the daughter of a sea captain did have its benefits. Like I could take a sea trip now and then, visit countries and ports that few, if any on my friends got to visit.

When father said there was an opportunity for mother and I to accompany him in one of those trips, I could not conceal my enthusiasm…neither could mother. It was a four-week trip out. Sun, sea and far away lands, then we could fly back home, leaving father and ship to continue onwards…yes it sounded just perfect.

I loved visiting father and being on board the ship, there was something about ships that excited me and I never failed to accept invites to visit, even though it was only whilst the ship remained in port. This time though it was the real thing. I did hope I was not going to be seasick. I prayed for continuous fair weather.

I was of the ripe old age of twelve, well almost thirteen really and mother; well she was well past it at thirty-two. That is to me thirty-two was well past it. In actual fact she was very attractive, good looks blond hair and slim figure, which drew admiring glances and comments from the men. I was hoping to grow up and look as good as she was right now and even if I say so myself I felt confident I was heading in that direction. I had plenty of admiring schoolboys eager to take my virginity…even at my age.

My prayers were answered on the day we headed for the port, bright and sunny, not a cloud in the sky. A line of heads (men) lined the deck above and looked down at us as we alighted the taxi and a crewmember helped us aboard. No doubt the sight of mother’s legs firing them with desire and lust.

As we stepped on board we were greeted by the first mate, a tall, handsome, suntanned individual.

“Laura, so good to see you again my dear…spending some time with us I believe” he said. Stepping forward and hugging mother, kissing her on the cheek.

“Yes Brad, Anna and I are to be your guests for a short trip…a good weather trip I hope”

“Oh I’m sure we can make the trip exciting and comfortable for you…no matter what the weather” he replied, a mischievous twinkle in his eye, and a lecherous smile on his face

“Mmmm I sincerely hope you do Brad…I’ve been looking forward to this for some time” she said, giving him one more hug and kiss on the cheek before pushing him away.

“Now come take us to Stan’s cabin”

Brad summoned two crewmembers to take our luggage to the cabin. With the crewmembers ahead of us I could not help but notice Brad’s hand around mother’s waist then dropping to her bum and lovingly squeeze it

“Now, now Brad, all in good time” she said, laughing and seeming oblivious to the fact that I was right there with them.

With the crewmembers dismissed, Brad hung around the cabin, whilst mother unpacked our things. The pair of them flirted with each other, not seeming to care that I was there with them, hands touching and caressing most intimately.

“I must go honey…I’ve got work to do, get things ready before we cast off…I’ll catch you later” he said.

“You’d better sweetheart” she replied, reaching for him and giving him a light kiss on the lips. Then it was as if she suddenly realized I’d been watching, she smiled at me and continued to unpack.

By five that evening, everything was ready to go. I felt the vibration of the engines as they started to pulsate through the ship. I ran out on deck to watch as we left the dock. Almost colliding into the arms of Roy Boswell, the young cocky crewmember.

“Whoa there princess where are you flying off to…you must be keen to see me” he said laughing.

My heart and pulse were now racing and a bright red blush was on my cheeks. Oh god Roy Boswell. I knew him from previous visits to dads ship and had followed him everywhere he went. He was one of the youngest crewmembers, about eight or nine years older than me and he looked great in his tight fitting jeans and T-shirt, which showed off his well trimmed body beautifully…and I had a big, big crush on him…no it was more than that. I was in love with him and had sworn that one day, when I was old enough I was going to marry him. He always called me his princess and best girlfriend, so I knew it was just a matter of time before he asked me to marry him.

“Oh sorry Roy…I…I just wanted to see us leave port” I stammered, continuing to blush.

“So, you’re joining us this trip eh?”

“Yes…yes about four weeks” I replied.

“Great…great then I’ll have my best girlfriend with me all that time eh?” he asked with a cocky look in his eye.

“Yes…yes, I can help you out with your work”

“Of course you can princess…look forward to having you with us…got to go and work, or else you’re father will have me put in irons…we’ll catch up later honey” he said blowing me a kiss.

Oh god he’s so good looking and I’m his princess…oh I do love him so much. I thought to myself, watching his cocky swagger as he walked away.

There was a long blast from the ships siren, the ropes were cast off, the engines beat a little faster and we began to leave the dock.

I stayed on deck and watched the ship pass the piers, head out of the heads and into the open sea. The engines now beat steadily as we headed away from the land and on to our destination. The weather was warm and the sea calm, just a gentle pitch and slow roll, nothing to make me sick.

Our evening meal was around seven thirty and was served once the ship had been set on its course. Father remained on the bridge, whilst the first officer Brad had his meal. Mother of course was the centre of attention and she dressed to make sure all could see her at her best, her ample cleavage drawing most of that attention. She and Brad continued with their not too subtle flirting. I’m sure there was quite a bit of touching and feeling going on under the table. When the meal had finished I went on deck for one more look at the calm beautiful evening and the distant lights of the coast as we sailed by.

Morning and a new day. Conditions continued good and the forecast was for more of the same…great. I’d dressed in a light T-shirt and short, shorts. I wanted Roy to see I did have a bit of a figure and I had nice legs just like mothers…I wanted to make sure he got to see them as well.

I wandered around the decks searching for Roy.

“Hi there princess…. whow you look absolutely stunning” I heard him say, “Come to help us with our work”

“Yes…yes can I” I asked, and starting to blush at his compliment

“Sure you can…you’re my girlfriend aren’t you and my girl friend is always welcome…here grab a paint brush and follow me”

My heart and pulse raced at the words he spoke… I was his girlfriend…he did love me.

As I stood beside him painting, I could not help but notice his sideway glances at me.

“You know something princess you have very nice legs…you look great in those shorts…they do those legs of yours justice” giving me a cheeky wink.

I felt a flush of embarrassment.

“Here princess pass me the new paint pot…just over there” he said pointing toward the pot.

I rose walked to the pot, bent over to pick it up, and then I heard him groan.

“Oh god princess not only do you have nice legs, but when you bend over you have such a nice ass”

“Oh do you think so” I replied.

“God yes…you’re developing into a real stunner sweetheart”

I was developing; my breasts were starting to form. Still small at this point but definite breasts and I had high hopes that they would be as good as mothers one day. They pushed my T-shirts out and you could discern the nipples through the material.

“Yes I can see one day soon I’m going to be taking you out on a date…somewhere nice…somewhere I can show you off…eh?”

He had my heart pounding and cheeks flushing.

“Yes…yes that would be nice…I’d like that” I said rather awkwardly, not really knowing what to say.

The morning was spent painting and Roy continually showering me with compliments. We’d gone to the galley at ten and joined the others for morning smoko. Then I continued helping him with his painting wallowing in his compliments. The more he gave them, the more I lapped them up and the deeper I fell in love with him. God I wish I could put on a few years and marry him. I’d give him lots and lots of children. Then just before lunch we were joined by his cabin mate Terry.

“Well I see you have you’re girl friend helping you old buddy…wish I had a buddy just like her” he said smiling at me.

“Well sorry pal but she’s my girl friend…we’re deeply in love with each other so you will have to go find your own girl friend”

Oh god he is in love with me…he’s just admitted it.

“Aw no…she’s not in love with you, are you Anna?” said Terry.

Before I realized what I was saying I hurriedly replied.

“Yes…yes I am in love with him” then felt hugely embarrassed at my overly quick answer.

“There see I told you so, we’re both in love” replied Roy, placing his arm around me and hugging me. I placed my arm around his waist and held onto him tight. Mind at thirteen I was still short when standing beside him…I was about five feet four inches and he was about six foot two…but I didn’t care…he was my man and I loved him…and he loved me, right then age and height did not matter.

It was now midday and time for lunch, there would be no afternoon work, Roy and Terry had started work early, they would eat then take to their bunks for a couple of hours sleep, it was a ships tradition.

“Well we’d better go eat Roy” said Terry.

“Yeah…you go ahead, I’d better clean princess up a bit before I send her back to dad or he’ll have my guts for garters”

I then noticed the paint and splashes on my person.

“Here let’s get some of that of you” said Roy

He took a cloth, dipped it into some turpentine and started to apply to my legs, slowly moving up my thighs, as he got higher he turned his gaze upon me, seeing what my reaction was, he continued to remove the paint and slowly worked upward, both legs one at a time, watching my reaction, he was almost at my crotch when he stopped, dropped the rag and continued to stroke my thighs with his bare hands. I felt his fingers working under my shorts, searching for my pussy. My heart was hammering in my breast. One finger found my entrance and he forced it into me.

“Oh Roy…Roy…I…I…” I couldn’t speak as I felt his finger working inside me…oh god if only it was the real thing I thought…then he withdrew it.

“Did you like that princess”

“Oh god yes…yes Roy, why did you stop?”

“Not here sweetheart…not out in the open…someone might see us…would you like some more my love?” he asked

“Oh yes…yes…please….I do love you Roy…I really do”

“And I love you princess…otherwise I wouldn’t be doing this with you” he replied, smiling.

“When…when can we do it again Roy” I asked unable to keep the excitement from my voice.

“Mmm well I don’t know…we have our afternoons siesta and I’m not sure after that”

“I could join you in your siesta…is there a spare bunk…I could sleep there”

“Hmmm well we kinda have a male talk and story session…you know a male thing…dirty talking…not really for young girls princess”

“I don’t mind I can listen to them as well”

“I don’t know…they are pretty dirty, about whores and girlfriends that sort of thing”

“No…no I don’t mind…I’d like to hear your stories…please Roy please…let me come” I persisted.

“Well ok…but don’t say I didn’t warn you”

I dashed back to our cabin, stripped, showered, ridding myself of every last bit of paint, checked out my body in the mirror, wishing my breasts were bigger, fully developed. I donned a clean T-shirt and a pair of shorts. I said little through lunch, with mother around no one took particular notice of me…anyhow I didn’t care. I had my own boyfriend, a boyfriend who loved me. I wanted to get to his cabin and listen to those dirty stories he was going to tell. Once I’d finished lunch, I left unnoticed by the others and made straight for Roy’s cabin.

“What’s she doing here Roy?” was Terry’s reaction to me being in the cabin.

“Relax Terry…she’s part of the crew…she’s joining us for afternoon siesta”

“You’re fu… you’re joking aren’t you?” he said

“No…no I’m not…she’s my girlfriend and I can invite her if I want”

“Roy she’s the captains daughter…do you know what will happen to us if they find her here…alone with two grown men…god she’s only twelve or thirteen…they’ll hang us”

“No they won’t…no one is going to find out…princess isn’t going to tell anyone…are you?” said Roy.

“No…no I’m not” I replied rather annoyed at Terry…I was Roy’s girl and not his…I had every right to be here.

“And what about the stories you tell first, is she going to listen to them as well” he said still protesting.

“Yeah of course she is…they are very educational…she’ll learn from them”

“Oh god I’m going to get hung…I just know it” said Terry, stripping down to his undies and lying on his bunk. Punching the pillow with his fist.

“Terry you worry too much, that’s you’re problem”

I was standing next to Roy as he stripped off his T-shirt and removed his jeans, leaving just his undies. He caught me looking at his crotch and smiled.

“Here use that bunk there,” he said indicating to the bunk next to his.

Like the two guys, I removed my shorts, and then realized just how skimpy my undies were.

“Whoa…nice, very nice” said Roy taking in the view and then grabbing a handful of my ass and squeezing it, winking and smiling.

I felt my cheeks flush and my body tremble at his touch. He turned went to the light switch and turned them off.

The cabin was pitch black, being an inboard cabin, there were no portholes and the door was closed tight, it was just total blackness. I flopped on my back on the cot, hearing Roy working his way back to his bunk, a warm hand ran up my thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze, then he too flopped down on his cot.

Then the story telling began.

“Did I tell you about the whore I met in Port Windsor Terry”

“No…no I don’t think you’ve told me about her before”

“Well it was like this” he went into great detail about the whore he had met. As I lay there listening to it I was getting excited and a little jealous about the whore. I wished I could have been her and felt the things he did to her. His story telling was so explicit I could see myself as being her and I began to get a feeling between my legs. I pushed my panties down a little and placed my hand over my moist pussy, rubbing and playing with it. My finger was suddenly Roy’s hard penis and I thrust it inside, almost gasping out with excitement as I thrust in and out, I imagined Roy’s body on top of mine as he humped up and down, my finger working harder and faster. I was so engrossed in my actions I did not realize I’d cried out. “Oh…oh”

“What’s wrong princess” I heard Roy ask.

“Oh…nothing…. nothing a touch of cramp that’s all” I replied, and he continued with his story. I knew that both men would now be holding hard erections in their hands, jerking themselves off…just as I was pretending my finger was Roy’s hard erection.

The story ended and I heard Roy get up from his bunk…then the next thing he was in mine, his arm around me, pulling me close…I felt the warmth of his body next to mine…. he was naked. I was about to shout out when his hand clamped firmly over my mouth stifling my cry. My heart was thumping in my breast; I was both excited and a little frightened.

“Did I tell you about the time I met the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen Terry?”

“Eh…what, another story, no…no I don’t think you have…what happened?”

“She was a princess…a real princess and so good looking…I fell in love with her at first sight”

He took my hand and placed it on his erection. My body stiffened and he stifled another shout.

It was warm, big and so hard. I’d never thought they could be so big and so hard. Oh sure I’d seen pictures and videos of couples together, but now physically holding one in my hand, it was a different story.

I relaxed a little and as I did so I lovingly squeezed the hard shaft and started to jerk him off.

“I took her down by the river and under a willow tree, we lay in the grass and we kissed and I fondled her beautiful breasts.”

His hand now under my T-shirt squeezing and rubbing my small but definite firm developing breasts. I was very proud of my breasts, there was no doubt I was going to be well endowed with good rounded breasts just like mother.

“As I became bolder I moved my hand down, running my hand over her thigh and up toward her warm moist pussy” again his hands doing the same as he was telling the story.

“Then meeting no resistance I slowly pulled her pants down and discarded them…my hand was massaging and feeling that warm moist pussy…my finger slipping inside it”

I gasped as his finger went inside me, my hands gripping his arm and fingers digging into his flesh.

“My finger continued to work her and I listened to her soft sighs and moans of contentment. I told her I was going to put my hard cock inside her, she was unsure, perhaps a little frightened…but I assured her that it was all going to alright, that I would not hurt her and I would be gentle, that when I did get it into her she would have the most joyous and euphoric feeling that she has ever had or known in her life and that when I started to fuck her that joy and euphoria would only intensify…I then spread her legs wide and placed my hard penis at the entrance of her pussy, it felt warm, soft inviting and I pressed inward ever so gently”

I felt the hard head enter, opening my pussy up and with gentle pressure the hard shaft inched its way in. I wanted to shout out, but again his hand covered my mouth as it continued on its inward journey.

“I kept up the pressure…inch by inch, it felt warm and tight around my shaft…until there was no more to give her…she had every inch of me…now it was time to fuck her”

He put his arms around me. I could feel every inch of his cock inside me. Gathering me up he held me tight against his warm body, his hips swayed and it was then I realized I was being fucked. He was right in what he had said, as the shaft moved inside me I had the most euphoric feeling I’d ever had. The cot shook and the springs squeaked in time with the thrusting motion. Squeak…. squeak…. squeak with every thrust.

“God what you doing Roy…you’re not…you’re not fucking the captains daughter…please tell me you’re not fucking her”

“Ok I won’t tell you I’m fucking the captains daughter”

“Oh god you are…you are fucking her…hell she’s only thirteen…we’ll be hung for this”

“Don’t worry…I’m not raping her…she wants it…been asking for it…haven’t you princess”

“Oh god yes Roy yes…it’s everything you said it would be…I…I love it” I sobbed.

“See she admits it…god she’s gorgeous and so tight Terry…so tight, you’re gona love fucking her old buddy…just love it…you do want to fuck her don’t you” he asked.

He heard the motion of the cot, our body contact and my moans…then replied

“Oh god yes…yes I do…if I’m gona be hung…I might as well be hung for something I’ve done”

Roy kissed me, his tongue gently caressing my lips.

“You don’t mind if Terry fucks you do you princess?”

“Well I….” Before I could protest he said

“No I knew you wouldn’t…I do so love you darling…I wouldn’t be fucking you like this if I didn’t and if you really loved me you’d do it with Terry”

“No…no I suppose not and I do so love you Roy…I really do” I said. I thought about the whore he had been with and added “I can be your whore if you want”

“Is that what you want princess…to be my whore?”

“Yes…yes I’ll be anything for you”

“Ok…you can be my whore and my lover and my girlfriend…if you want?”

“Oh yes…yes” I replied excitedly.

All the time he’d been thrusting and humping…I felt good…real good. The movement of his hard manhood inside me was having its desired effect. The feeling I was receiving was beyond my wildest dreams. Previously I’d only imagined what it would be like to have a man inside me…now I was actually experiencing it and I liked what I felt. My sighs and moans grew more intense with each and every thrust of his cock, as did his own. I was shouting his name, urging him on, I wanted more much more, I never wanted it to end, I could loose myself in this euphoria forever. The springs on the cot continued to squeak, as the pace became faster, frantic more urgent.

“You’d better get ready Terry…. I’m about ready to cum”, thrust…thrust…thrust.

Then it happened, no sooner had he said the words “I’m cuming” then his cock erupted. Once, twice…three times it pulsed and with each pulse it spewed a steam of white gooey fluid, injecting his cum into my pussy.

“Oh god princess…princess…you’re sooo good…just magnificent”

I could feel the pulsating of his manhood inside me and knew he was leaving me a deposit of his sperm.

“Oh Roy…I love you…I love you…I love you” I declared, holding him tight

“That’s the way honey…now if you really love me you can prove it by letting my pal Terry fuck you as well”

“Ok Roy…if that’s what you want me to do…I will”

“Ok buddy…she’s all yours…enjoy” he said addressing Terry

I felt his cock slip from me, then he made toward his own bunk, the sound of Terry making toward me, he was on top of me, holding, touching, feeling, running his hands over my body, something warm and hard searching for my entrance, my gasp as he entered. The steady rhythm of his ass rising and falling, flesh slapping against flesh and the squeak…squeak…squeak, Roy lay in the dark smiling to himself, the sound he was hearing told him Terry was fucking the princess.

“God you’re right Roy, she is nice and tight…isn’t she”

“Yeah I told you so…but I’m sure between the two of us we can do something about that before the end of the trip, don’t you think Terry” he said laughing.

“I’d be more than glad to help out in that respect Roy” as the thrusts kept on coming.

Terry could not hold back any longer and with a joyous satisfied grunt, ejaculated inside me, and agreed with Roy that I had been one of the best fucks he’d ever had.

“Did you like that princess…did you like what Terry and I did to you?”

“Oh yes Roy…it was wonderful…just wonderful” I replied excitedly

“Would you like us to do it again sometime?”

“Oh yes…yes please”

“Ok let’s make it a daily thing between us…at least whilst you’re on board eh?”

I agreed most enthusiastically and was already looking forward to the next time. Even though I was in love with Roy, I’d enjoyed having Terry as well. It wasn’t too long before my two lovers were fast asleep…but I was too excited at what had just taken place. I touched and fondled my pussy…the pussy that had just been entered by two men…real men, not schoolboys…it felt warm and wet from a mixture of our body fluids, inside me there was also a mixture of their sperm and it dawned on me I had just lost my virginity. As I lay there going over the recent event I Eventually drifted off to sleep completely satisfied and as happy as any one person could be…I knew I was going to love sex and being fucked…I just knew it.

The light was bright in my eyes. I could see Roy’s naked form as he moved around the cabin. My attention was on what hung between his legs, not hard now as it had been…but I liked what I saw and immediately thought about where it had been an hour or so ago.

He saw me stirring, smiled and came toward me.

“You awake princess…how do you feel?” he asked

I looked up at his, stretched and smiled. “Oh wonderful…just wonderful”

His attention was on my uncovered pussy.

“You feel alright down there” he said nodding at my slit.

“It feels wonderful as well…it liked what you did to it” I replied still smiling.

“I enjoyed being in there sweetheart…I love you, you know” he said reassuring me

“Mmmm and I love you Roy…I really do”

“As much as I’d like to gaze upon it all day, I think you had better get going, they may be looking for you and be getting worried…come on sweetheart put your pants on” he said and at the same time he reached for his undies and jeans.

Reluctantly…very reluctantly I put mine on as well.

He saw the disappointed look on my face.

“Hey…don’t fret princess you can take them off tomorrow again” he said his perfect white teeth flashing as he smiled.

Just then Terry stirred and looked at us through sleepy eyes.

“Oh…so it wasn’t just a dream…I really did fuck you” he said.

“No it wasn’t a dream old buddy and it won’t be a dream tomorrow either, princess is coming back for more” said Roy.

Roy took the twenty-dollar note that had been on the desktop and handed it to me.

“Here princess this is for you”

“What for?” I asked

“You’ve been a big help to me today…painting and this afternoon…you’ve earned it” he replied handing me the money.

“Here, Terry…shell out you miserable shit…give princess that ten dollars you have”

“Eh…what for…oh...yes…yes of course…here…” he said taking the ten dollars from his wallet and handing it to me.

“Now listen princess you mustn’t tell anyone about what we did here together…you understand…no one. Or we’re all in trouble…and for god’s sake say nothing about the money…right”

“No…no I won’t Roy…I promise, my lips are sealed” I said, making a zipping motion over my mouth.

“Good…now you had better go”

He held the door for me and as I went to go through, his hand grabbed my ass, squeezing it. I lingered a moment longer, enjoying the touch, then it was all over and I was gone.

As I made my way back to dad’s cabin I was on cloud nine…I just couldn’t be any happier.

I went to look for mother. First I tried the cabin…empty. I wandered the decks and found the empty deckchair, the book she had been reading and empty glass beside it. She’d been her but had gone. I came to a locker, curiosity getting the better of me I opened it at searched the interior. It was whilst I was in there that I heard the sound of two people coming along the deck. One was mother and the other was the first mate Brad, they stopped right outside the locker room. I opened the door just enough to see through, they were directly opposite both leaning against the rails and in clear view…they were also very close to one another. Brads arms reached around mothers waist, drawing her even closer…mother made no protest…in fact she in turn put her arms around Brad and the kiss that followed was passionate, in fact it was very passionate. His hands slipped to her ass, squeezing it then down to the hem of her skirt, pulling it upward, revealing one lovely long golden leg and a pair of red panties, as they continued to kiss he pulled the red panties down. Mother pushed him away, gasping for breath.

“No Brad…no…not here, someone might see us” the hem of her dress falling back into place.

“Come on…my cabin…it’ll be safe in there” he said, taking mothers hand and continued to lead her to his cabin.

Now I was curious and I slipped from my hiding place, closed the door and followed them, keeping a discreet distance between them and myself.

I held back, peering around the corner, they were too wrapped up with each other to notice me. Brads arm was securely around mother’s waist, his hand gripping her ass. He opened the cabin door and ushered her inside, quickly following her.

I tip toed to the door, pressing my ear to it, I could hear their muffled voices, but could not see them; I had to image the scene according to the sounds.

It was obvious they were at the position where they had left off only moments again. The sound of passionate kissing, no doubt the skirt pulled well up and her pants well down.

“Oh god Brad…Brad…oh god yes…yes”

“Let’s get out of our clothes honey”

The sound of clothing being removed.

“God I love holding you’re naked body next to mine…you’re so beautiful…so perfect”

“Oh Brad you are hard aren’t you…do I excite you that much” she said laughing.

“You damn well know you excite me…I’ve done nothing else but think about you since I heard you were coming on this trip”

“Well I’m glad I excite you, if it makes you that big and hard”

“Get on the bunk you bitch…I’ll show you how hard it is when I fuck you”

The sound of mother climbing on the bunk, followed by Brad.

Mothers gasp. “Oh god Brad…dear god”

“Oh shit it’s so good to be inside you again Laura…I just love fucking you” then the sound of body against body as he thrust into mother.

The port hole…yes of course the port hole. It was an outboard cabin, with a sky port. If it was open and the bunk being right beside it, I could hear things much better.

I dashed around to the porthole. The window was down for the fresh air but the louvered shutter was up, stopping anyone from seeing what was going on…but I could hear all the action.

They were still going at it. I could hear mother’s excited moans, moans and cries in response to Brads inward thrusting.

“Oh god Brad…oh yes…oh god yes…go on, harder…harder…fuck me…fuck me harder Brad…oh god yes that’s the way….”

I could hear Brad’s efforts as he thrust into mother with every effort.

“Is that hard enough for you honey…is this how you like it…eh…god I love fucking you” he said lustfully.

“Oh yes my love…yes…that’s how I like it”

I was riveted to the spot. I just could not move as I listened to the sound of their lovemaking. I thought about Roy, Terry and I earlier and wished I was with them at this very moment.

“Oh god Laura…I’m cuming” I heard Brad say and there was silence as his cock throbbed its last moments.

“Shit Laura….I needed that…it was just fantastic”

I listened for a while to their conversation as they lay locked in each other’s arms. I was about to go when something Brad said caught my attention.

“I’ve organized it all my love…I’m sure there is enough to keep you busy for the whole trip…you should make plenty from it…less my share of course”

“Oh of course, less you’re share” she replied laughing.

I could hear no more, they were obviously now getting dressed again, I needed to be away from here before they came back on deck…god mother what are you up to and having an affair with the first mate…what would father think of that, if he knew. Both mother and daughter screwing the crew.

I was back in our cabin, reading a book when mother returned, obviously she was unaware I had been privy to her little escapade with Brad.

“Hello honey…what have you been up to…haven’t seen much of you today”

No mother dear you wouldn’t, you were too busy screwing the first mate I thought to myself.

“Oh nothing much…. helped Roy with some painting this morning and just read my book”

Naturally she wanted to know who Roy was. I told her he was one of the young crew members…. but held back on the fact that he and I had been screwing in his cabin…mind she wasn’t going to tell me about her and Brad.

“Oh right…just be careful…you know what sailors are like” she said.

Too late mother, it’s already happened. I said to myself.

“Yes mother I know…I’ll be very careful” I replied

“I didn’t mean it that way…I meant don’t indulge in it at all”

“No mother…I won’t”

“I’m going to change and grab a little time in the late afternoon sun” she said.

Ten minutes later she emerged in her red bikini, perhaps it had been her bikini bottom’s I’d seen when Brad had pulled up her skirt.

There was no doubt mother had a most beautiful voluptuous figure and long bronzed legs…she knew it and so did all the men. I noticed all the lustful admiring glances she attracted wherever she went. Her breasts were heaving to be free from her bikini top.

She grabbed a short bathrobe, wrapped it around her and tied the belt. It was short enough to display those lovely legs of hers, then grabbing a book and a drink went on deck.

I lay on my bed for a while; I could get no interest in my book. My mind was on Roy, mother and her lover Brad.

I took off around the deck again and was heading back to find mother. I noticed her sitting up in the deck chair, two crewmembers were standing beside her, talking to her. It was obvious where their eyes were, lustfully raking up and down her body.

I could see one with a bundle of cash in his hands counting it out. Having done so he took more money from his friend beside him, counted it, then shuffled it all together and handed it to mother.

“Here…I think this should cover it, don’t you think?”

I watched as she took it, stood up, put on the robe, which had been hanging from the deck chair, place the money in the pocket and say

“Ok guy’s lead on”

She then followed them to the door leading to the accommodation. Again as before I followed at a safe distance.

When I myself entered a moment later, I heard their voices and footsteps as they made for the stairs that led down to the crew’s quarters. It was just like I’d done earlier whilst following her and Brad…I kept that safe distance and out of sight. When they reached their cabin. The one who had given mother the money…and seemed to be the one in charge, opened the door and bid her enter, following her inside and the door closing. God this had all happened before…surely not I thought.

Listening at doors was becoming a habit, but I was curious and had to know.

“Ok honey…let’s get bright to it…get you’re gear off”

“Oh you are in a hurry fella…aren’t you?” I heard mother say.

“Sure I am”

I could hear the sound of undressing…then

“Oh my…you are big boy’s aren’t you” she remarked.

“You’ll soon know how big when I get it inside you…then you’ll know you’re being fucked”

“I’m sure I will” came her reply.

“Yeah well…first get on your knees and start to suck me off”

A pause then I could hear mother as she sucked the guys cock.

“Oh god yes babe…yes…you sure know how to suck cock”

“Mmmm” as mother licked and sucked.

“Here give my buddy a suck”

Again the sound of sucking and the guy’s response.

“Oh fuck yes…. oh god yes…you’re right Phil…she does know how to suck cock”

There was a period on alternating sucking of cocks.

“Ok sweetheart…let’s see if you’re as good at fucking…on to the bunk and spread those lovely legs of yours as wide as you can get them…I want to see that cunt of yours babe”

I heard the bunk depress as mother lay on it, no doubt spreading her legs apart for him.

“Oh god yes…beautiful…just beautiful…I’m gona take great delight in fucking it…what do ya says Charlie?”

“Oh yes…hurry up Phil…I just can’t wait to get in there”

“Oh god…oh…oh” I heard mother gasp. Phil was obviously inside her, the sound of their bodies in constant contact confirmed it.

“How’s that babe…hard enough for ya…. this how ya like it eh?”

Slap…slap…. Slap.

“Oh god yes honey…harder…harder’ she said.

“You want harder…I’ll give ya harder” and the pace picked up, mother screams of delight as it did so.

I heard footsteps and voices. I ran down the passageway and around the corner, just peaking out sufficiently to see who was coming. It was two more crew members, they got as far as the cabin where mother and the two guys were, they stopped, took hold of the door knob, opened the door and….

“Holly mother of shit, what the…” I heard one say.

“For Christ sake come in and shut the fucking door”

Without hesitation they were through the door, quickly closing it behind them.

I made my way back to the door, listening.

The guy Phil was obviously still fucking mother. I could hear it all going on.

“If you want a piece of her ass…it’s gona cost ya” I heard the guy Charlie say.

They were watching Phil and mother intently.

“Yeah…how much”

“A hundred bucks…and I can tell you she’s worth it…believe me”

“A hundred bucks eh…ok…ok…I’m in”

“Me too” said the other.

God so that’s what mother is up to…she’s a whore. I thought back to the money Roy and Terry had given me…it wasn’t only because I’d helped Roy in the morning. I hadn’t helped Terry and yet he’d paid me as well…it was for what I’d done with them later…in the bunk…god I was just the same as mum. I’d taken money for services also. I was a whore…just like her.

I listened to the laughter and mother’s screams a little longer as each took a turn at her, and then thought it was time to move. I left them indulging in their lustful desires and made my way once more to the cabin.

This time when I returned father was there.

“Have you seen your mother, she seems to have disappeared, she was out on the deck…I see the deckchairs there and her book but not her”

“Er no dad I haven’t…she was out there just a minute ago” I lied “Can’t be too far away though can she”

“Yes right…not many places to wonder on a ship eh?”

I went back on deck to await the return of mother. The time was moving on and I wondered which crewmember was screwing her now…surely she wouldn’t be too much longer.

Then she stepped back on deck. Took a deep breath of fresh air, shook out her hair in the breeze. The same breeze blowing open her robe, revealing her long legs and red bikini panties. I could see why men were so attracted to her, she was indeed beautiful

I thought about those guys who had been between those legs not too long ago…my minds eye visualizing the action. The sight of a mans ass rising and falling, thrusting his hard shaft inside her. Not once, not twice, but time after time after time. Each would have kept going until his lusts had been satisfied. First one, followed by another, then another…then another I snapped out of the vision and made toward her.

“Oh hi mum…dad’s been looking for you…wondered where you had got to”

She seemed unperturbed by this. Just smiled and said

“Well I haven’t been too far away”

At least I’d given her fair warning…given her time to think up an excuse.

Trying to sleep that night was near impossible. My mind was filled with thoughts of what had happened during the day. There had been so much, was it only this afternoon that I’d lost my virginity to Roy, these thoughts ran rampant through my head. First Roy and then Terry. Tomorrow couldn’t come quick enough. I felt a thrill at the thought of doing it all again. Then the thoughts of mother…. god I couldn’t believe what I’d seen, what I heard…mother was a prostitute. I couldn’t really criticize her for that. I was just as bad. Like her I’d accepted money from Roy and Terry for serviced rendered. Oh yes I could try and make excuses for it. Say it was for the help I’d given to Roy, but in truth it was not. In a court a good layer could argue.

“Did you have sex with these two men”

“Yes”

“And did they give you a sum of money after the sex”

“Yes…but…”

“Thank you my dear that is all…I think we can draw our own conclusions”

He would of course be right. I knew in my heart the truth. I had in fact accepted the money in exchange for the sex. Could I return the money and tell them it had all been a big mistake…I think not…no more than I could reclaim my virginity. The brand was already on me. I’d committed the act of prostitution…I was indeed a whore…just like mother.

Now dad’s accommodation was a little more generous than other crewmembers. Rank had its privilege. There was a separate bedroom with its own shower and his day cabin with a daybed/couch, which is where I slept. The door between bedroom and cabin was shut and along with all my thoughts of the day’s activities I now had the sounds of dad, screwing mum. Oh they were trying their hardest to keep it quiet, but never the less the sounds I could hear were definitely that of two people having sex. I’d heard enough today to count myself as an expert on the subject.

I wondered what he would say and do, if he only knew that his first mate and some of his crew had already been into her before him…well I didn’t really need to wonder, I think I already had the answer to that, plus there was still plenty of crewmembers that mother had yet to meet and I had no doubts in my mind she would make every effort to meet with them before the end of the trip.

My head was full of sex and the anticipation of more sex tomorrow. When sleep did come I found my dreams were filled with men lining up at the Roy’s door. Roy was collecting money from them before being allowed in to screw me.

When I woke the sun was up and streaming through the portholes. The bedroom door was open and dad had gone. I threw back the sheets, stretched and thought wonderful thoughts about what was going to happen to me again today. Thinking immediately of Roy and Terry.

Showered and dressed I was down to breakfast and out searching for Roy. He was where we had been up to yesterday.

“Hi princess…how’s my girlfriend today” he said cheerfully.

“Great Roy…just great…it’s a wonderful day” I replied enthusiastically.

“We still on for after lunch sweetheart”

“Of course…I’ve thought of nothing else since yesterday…couldn’t sleep thinking about it”

“Well then we mustn’t disappoint you, must we”

“I’m sure you won’t”

I picked up the paintbrush, but I’m not sure we made too much progress as we flirted, touched and grabbed at each other.

From this point on, no lights were turned off in the cabin and there was no sleep period, from going in to coming out, a couple of hours later, all they did was screw me, passing me from one to the other, each taking it in turn, either placing me on my back or having me on all fours and taking me from the rear. As the days passed I became more and more experienced in sex, I learned more on the subject than any of my school friends would know. I remember the first time Roy asked me to suck his cock. I’d never experienced it before and had wondered if I could actually put a mans cock in my mouth, at the time I found the idea somewhat repulsive. He persuaded me to close my eyes and to think of it as a lollipop.

“Just take your tongue and lick the outside, lick all the way up, keep your mouth open, keep your eyes closed, I’ll do the rest”

I did as he asked, keeping my eyes closed, I tried to imagine a lollipop. My tongue flicked out contacting the warm outer skin of the hard shaft. It felt a little strange, but I persevered and I slowly licked my way to the head. I kept my mouth open and before I had time to change my mind or react, he pushed it into my mouth, clamping my head like a vice making it impossible to back out. I almost gagged and thought I’d choke, but he was good and helped calm my panic attack. It really didn’t feel that bad and before long I was sucking on it and jerking him off at the same time. It was all that was needed, once having done it, I had no hesitation or inhibition in doing it…I was learning and learning fast…I had a good teacher.

Each day passed…then a week…and finally the last week. I’d never lost my enthusiasm to visit their cabin. It was a highlight I looked forward to with relish and I hated to dwell on the thought that it was soon going to end. Mother took great delight in sunbathing on deck, flaunting or perhaps it was advertising her abundant assets, removing and replacing her bra was an art. Just giving enough time for any watching crewmember to glimpse them naked before covering them up again and believe me the crew watched and waited for their daily preview. Any crewmember that had thus far resisted mother’s charms soon changed their minds and in some cases they would be having their second or third visit with her. I’d seen her with other crewmembers, so I knew she was getting he fair share and making money at the same time. I on the other hand, had so far collected almost one hundred dollars from Roy and Terry. Once I’d accepted what I was doing and what I really was by doing so, it was easy, just like learning to suck cock, it became a habit. So ok I thought I’m a whore so what

I felt no embarrassment in being naked in front of these two guys, by now it seemed natural and it was expected, even with the days fun and pleasures over there was never any rush to dress, we’d just sit a while…I’d drink a coke…the guys a beer and chat…just three friends enjoying each others company. We became quite familiar with each other’s bodies, the guys liked to squeeze my bum and play with my tits, I could fondle their penises, hard or soft and likewise I gave their bums a squeeze or two.

There was two days to go. The thought that this was going to be almost my last session with the guys somehow heightened my feelings for the sex. It was sex that had become raw, passionate and full of lust. I could feel it in their thrusts and hear it in their voices, not the soft coercing of previous nights, they were now like animals and I in turn egged them on. Their tongues and mouths eating and licking at my slit had never been so good. I threw every thing into it and insisted they fuck me as hard and as long as they could.

We sat drinking our after sex refreshments, when Roy took out a diamond clustered ring. Then taking my hand said.

“You know princess…I can see you are going to grow into a really good looking woman…in another couple of years or so you’ll be at the age of consent and when you are, I want you to be my wife…will you marry me”

I sat in stunned silence…this was right out of the blue. I loved and wanted this man so much and in my own mind I’d decided that one day I would marry him. Now here he was, making all my dreams come true. When I got my head back together I flung myself at him saying.

“Yes…yes…oh yes…I will…I will”

“Whoa…I take it that is a yes then”

“Oh god yes…oh…oh…” I was lost for words. He did love me…really and truly loved me; otherwise he would never have asked to marry me.

“Here give me you’re hand” I gave him my hand and he slipped the ring on my finger.

“There princess…we are properly engaged…you are now my fiancé and in a couple of years time you’ll be Mrs. Anna Hamilton or Mr. And Mrs. Hamilton”

Oh god that sounded like music to my ears. I held my hand out, let the light catch the ring and watched it sparkle. I just sat there admiring it. I was positively beaming, ecstatic and any other words that came to mind.

“Oh darling I do so love you” I said, flinging my arms around him and kissing him again.

I was so engrossed in the ring; I failed to notice that Roy had developed another erection.

“How about we celebrate the occasion sweetheart” he said, drawing my attention to his hard shaft.

“Oh god…oh…well…” I said…a little confused with Terry watching us. The only thing was he too had and erection.

“But what about Terry…I mean now that we are engaged…does he…”

“Terry’s my mate we share everything…he still gets a piece of you ass as well”

“What even when we’re married”

“Yep…even when we’re married…that won’t be a problem to you will it?”

“No…no my love…if that’s what you want” I replied

“Yes…that’s how I want it princess, as I said we share everything Terry and I” and so it was. First my fiancé screwed me, followed by Terry… nothing had changed. I thought it rather odd…but hell if Roy wanted it that way so be it. I was happy to be marrying him, all be it a couple of years time. I couldn’t wait for the time to pass.

The time had gone far too quickly. It was time to sneak back to my own cabin, at least away from Roy’s cabin. We’d been very lucky so far and with only a couple of days left before the ship arrived in port when mother and I disembarked, now was not the time to become found out.

“Hey listen princess…like everything else…don’t reveal to anyone that we are engaged. People wouldn’t understand…. they’d stop us from getting married…certainly your mom and dad…so you have to be very quiet about it all…don’t flash that ring around…keep it hid…don’t tell anyone about anything that has gone on in this cabin over the past weeks… especially about Terry and I paying you money, you understand sweetheart…. don’t tell anyone”

“I won’t Roy…I promise…I’ll keep very quiet about everything”

“That’s my girl…now you had better skeet…put the ring in your pocket”

We stood at the door locked in an embrace and passionately kissing. I loved the way he held and squeezed my bum when we did so.

I didn’t want to leave him; he had to physically remove me from holding him and pushing me out the door.

“Go on princess, of you go…see ya tomorrow my love” he said and blew me a kiss.

I felt no deck under my feet. I was surely walking on air…I was positively elated with this afternoons activities and the bonus was that I was engaged to be married, to the most handsomest guy in the world.

Mother wondered why I was so happy. It took a great effort to restrain myself from revealing all…well at least that I was engaged. I did so want to tell her, tell everyone.

Mother herself seemed in a good mood…. she had been these past weeks. I put it down to the fact that she was getting plenty of “Dr Good”…like her daughter.

The last two days passed far too quick…as happy as I’d been a day or two before, realizing it was all coming to an end, my spirits were now down. Roy and Terry sneaked an extra hour that afternoon…which I was truly grateful for. Roy assured me that everything was going to be all right. I promised I’d come down to the ship when it arrived back in a few months time and also that I’d write on a regular basis. He said it might not be a good idea for him to write in case it found it’s way into the wrong hands… which I thought was logical.

My last bit of eavesdropping revealed much. I’d seen Brad and mother together making for his cabin. This time I went directly to the porthole, keeping to one side out of sight.

“Well it’s our final few hours honey…I’m gona miss you when you go” Brad said

“Oh you’ll have another woman…in another port…I don’t doubt…I’ll be forgotten in no time” she said.

“No honey that’s not true” he said putting his arms around her…the sound of a long kiss.

“Anyhow you’ve done quite well financially and sexually out of the trip…you must have had most of the crew…if not all of them” he said.

“No…not all of them Brad…. but yes quite a few and let’s not forget you’ve done well financially also” she said.

He gave a chuckle. “Yes you’re right I have haven’t I…I should become you’re pimp permanently shouldn’t I”

“No Brad you shouldn’t…one thing I don’t want is a permanent pimp…I can find my own clients thank you”

“No Brad no…don’t—“

It was obvious he had his hand up mother’s skirt, trying to coerce her to pull her pants down

“Oh come on honey, you know you want a bit—it’s our last time together”

“No—please Brad—I”

Brad had strength on his side. As much as she protested, her skirt was soon up around her waist and her pants being roughly pulled down.

“No Brad…no…I…oh god Brad…oh god” her resistance now gone. Brad was inside her. I could hear the motion of their bodies connecting in unified motion.

“Oh god Brad…oh god” she sighed; this was not the sound of a woman reluctant to participate…quite the opposite.

I knew the whole story now, well most of it. Mother already knew Brad…he must have known what she did for a living and had conspired with her and set the crewmembers up to become clients of hers whilst on the ship. Brad and mother would have done well…financially, out of this trip.

That night I buried my face in my pillow and quietly sobbed until eventually I fell asleep.

When I awoke next morning, the ship had already docked and I could hear the sound of the wharf as the men prepared to unload.

It was with heavy heart that I helped mother pack our things, she also seemed a little down…not the bright chirpy self she normally was….I knew from experience she would soon get over it.

The day was hot, no clouds as we prepared to leave. Summer clothing was called for and mother made sure that, as always all saw her assets. I couldn’t help but notice the number of crewmembers who were hanging about to see her off. Heads like a line of crows on a wire line hung over the side, peering down on us.

As we made for the waiting taxi I saw Roy and Terry leaning over the side, a wave from Roy which I returned. Mother was quick to spot the guy I had waved to.

“Is that your boyfriend Roy” she asked

Blushing bright red I said no…just a friend…he was too old for me to be a boy friend.

“He’s a man dear…men will tell you anything”

“Yes mother” I replied and made for the taxi. Cuddles and kisses were exchanged and we were off, leaving the ship and crew behind.

I should have known mother would not be in any hurry to return home immediately.

“Where are we headed mother?” I asked, when I realized the airport was in the other direction.

“We’re having an extra couple of days away…no point in being here and not seeing the sights…I’ve been locked up on that damned ship for the past few weeks…let’s spend some time enjoying the place and spend a little money’

Well, you seemed to have earned some. I thought to myself.

The hotel wasn’t the flashiest in the town, but it was impeccably clean and the service was good.

It was good to be ashore, seeing the sights and it did help, but did not totally take my mind from the fact that I was now engaged and that my fiancé had sailed with the ship on the evenings tide.

I made friends with another girl and her family, which was fortunate for mother.

When I told her that I’d been invited out and they were visiting an historic sight for the day. She seemed quite pleased. When the guy knocked on our motel door just as I was leaving. I knew the reason why. She had the whole day to entertain her friend or maybe friends.

The holiday time was well and truly over and soon I was back at school. I could tell that my friends were green with envy, when I told them of my adventures and my engagement to Roy. I wrote a page of a letter each day and posted it when finished. Of course he could not reply for fear the letter may fall into the wrong hands.

When the ship returned to its homeport. I was straight down to see Roy, who was as eager as ever to see me. The visit to his cabin with Terry and himself soon made up for all the frustrated lonely nights I’d missed him…well I’d missed both of them actually. My finger had been the only thing to help me through those frustrating times…that and a good imagination. I was growing up, my body developing more and more as I filled out. Terry and Roy were amazed at how big my breasts had grown. They put it down to their continuing to massage and suckle on them

“It won’t be long before we can get married Roy” I said

“No princess…it won’t be long at all…I’m looking forward to the day”

“We’ll have babies Roy…lot’s and lot’s of babies…won’t we” I declared

“If that’s what you want princess…yes I’ll give you lot’s and lot’s of babies” he replied turning his gaze toward a smirking Terry

Just how stupid and naïve can any young girl get.

Then I made a blunder, the ship had been gone a month or so. I removed the ring from it hiding place and put it on my finger, which I did quite often…but not in front of mother. I held my hand out to admire it and to think of Roy…not long now I thought, soon he and I would be married, continuing to admire the ring.

The phone rang and it was my friend, Joanne. I became totally absorbed in our conversation and promptly forgot about the ring.

“Where did you get the ring from Anna” said mother as we sat at the dinner table having our evening meal. God I’d forgot all about it and I blushed bright crimson and stammered trying to think of a suitable lie I could tell her. In the end I came to the conclusion it was time I told her the truth…I’d been caught out and after all she needed to know sooner or later…now seemed as good a time as ever.

“If you must know mother…I’m engaged…engaged to be married”

If I thought it was going to bring a tirade from her I was quite wrong.

“Oh…that’s nice sweetheart…and may I ask who the lucky boy is?” she replied, calm as.

“He’s not a boy…he’s a man” I replied.

“Right…yes, then may I ask who the lucky man is?”

“It’s Roy…Roy Boswell”

“Oh I see…well somehow I don’t think so honey…not to Roy Boswell your not”

“I am…I am” I screamed at her “And you can’t stop me”

“No…maybe I can’t…but the law can” she replied, controlling her anger.

“I’ll soon be old enough to make my own decisions and the law can do nothing about it” I retaliated.

“It has nothing to do with age of consent darling…you see he’s already married and has two children may I add”

I stared at her dumbfounded for a moment then said “You’re lying…you’re just saying that to try and stop us…Roy’s not married…he can’t be…he’s engaged to me” I replied fighting back my anger and tears.

“Oh he’s married alright and I suggest you make sure and find out before you commit yourself to him and see you’ve made a terrible mistake…bigamy’s not lawful you know”

I couldn’t believe what she was telling me…no…no it wasn’t true…never. Somehow though I knew it was true. I remembered the pictures on the desk in their cabin. The pictures of a woman and two children, pictures he told me were of Terry’s wife and children. I tried desperately to hold back the tears that were flooding down my cheeks.

Mother reached out for my hand and squeezed it, trying to comfort me.

“It’s OK honey, we all make mistakes…there will be other guys for you”

“You haven’t slept with him have you?” she asked

“If you must know…yes…yes I have” I shot back defiantly.

“Oh god—you—stupid—stupid girl, he does realize you’re under age doesn’t he?”

“It didn’t matter we were in love” I retorted

“The law is still the law—you were under age and on top of that he was married—he never had any intention of marrying you—it was just a ploy to get you into bed”

Suddenly I was very angry. I hated everyone and everything. I wanted to lash out with that anger and mother was the nearest person.

“Yeah…like you mother…like you and Brad…and…and all those men on dad’s ship…you know the ones don’t you…the ones you charged money to sleep with you…how about those ones mother”

I’d hit the nerve, she was silent, dumbfounded that I knew all about her. She stared at me in disbelief.

“How—how did you know about them?” she finally stammered.

“Well a ship is not that big, I just happened to be around when you and first mate Brad got it together…then I saw you take money from those crew members before going with them to their cabin”

“Oh god” was all she could say.

“You haven’t told your father have you Anna?” she asked

“No I haven’t told dad—not yet” I replied, inferring that at some time I could.

“So really I’m just like you mother, I also took money from Roy and his mate Terry—they paid me to have sex with them”

“Oh god girl it just gets worse—did you do all this because you saw me doing it, is that it?” she asked

“No it had nothing to do with you—I’d already done it when I saw you and Brad together”

She was silent for a long time trying to weigh up the implications of what I had disclosed to her.

“In fact mother I’m going to start and do what you’re doing…I’m going on the game…make some money”

This got her attention again.

“Like hell you are…no daughter of mine is going to be a prostitute” she growled.

“You’re not listening mother—I’ve just told you, I am a whore already, Roy and Terry have paid me for sex”

The argument continued across the table, she screaming against it—me screaming that I was.

“Ok—ok look, we’re getting nowhere with this. I’ll make a deal and a compromise. First you are still under the age of consent. If the police catch you…which the might…they’ll really throw the book at you and even more so for your client. I want you to back off a while, when you do reach the right age, which still won’t allow you to be a prostitute…that would still be another two years after…but I’ll consider organizing a client or two personally…clients that I can trust to be discrete, in the mean time I want you to go to school, continue with you’re education. If you’re determined to be a whore, you may as well be an educated one”

Maybe she was playing for time, getting me to back down, let me get over the initial shock of finding out about Roy, by the time I reached the age of consent I may just have changed my mind.

I sat quietly contemplating the deal.

“Well…what do you say?” she asked

“You’d find me the clients?”

“Yes…I’d make sure all the men were bonafide…men I can trust”

I wade up the situation for a moment

“Ok…I agree” I said agreeing to her terms.

There was no need for her to hide what she did. When she told me she was going out to meet with friends, I knew what she was referring to. I’d hear a car return to the house in the early hours of the morning. Some small talk, a laugh or two. The closing of the car door and the car driving off. This was the way it was. Neither of us mentioned our agreement. I continued in my schooling. I dated boys and had sex with them from time to time and when father was home we continued in our happy families, until his ship sailed and then it was back to mother making her mid night trips out.

I reached the age of consent and started to think about our agreement…was mother going to mention it or did she think I’d changed my mind on the subject and it had all been forgotten.

“I have a dear friend coming for dinner this evening Anna…I’m cooking something special and my dear I’d like you to be here”

“Oh mother do I have to…I’m sure I’ll only get in you’re way…I would much rather go round to Joanne’s for the night”

“No…no I’d like you to be here, we haven’t had a guest for quite some time…only have people over when your fathers here…tonight I’d like to have a formal dinner…wine as well my dear…I’ve bought you a new dress and underwear…I think you’ll like it” she said.

I reluctantly agreed and the dress was stunning…mother always had dress sense and picked the best.

As the evening drew near, she fussed around me as I dressed. The under wear was black, matching the dress and it felt good as I stepped into or placed each piece of garment on me. I’d picked and worn my own clothing previously and as good as I thought I looked, dressed in it. It paled in comparison at the sight I now beheld in the mirror.

I looked and felt good…real sexy at the reflection staring back at me. Black bra, cupping my breasts, giving a deep cleavage. Black matching panties, perfectly fitting over hips and just concealing, well you know what, black thigh hi lace top stockings, but when she helped me into the black dress. I felt really good…really sexy, it fitted in all the right places, accentuating every curve. It was as if it had been, made specifically for me and no one else. The transformation was incredible…not that I thought there was anything wrong with me before…it was…it was, well any woman will know what I mean, some clothes just do that to you. I guess men must feel something about some clothes that they wear. I twisted and twirled in front of the mirror. Eat your hearts out Roy and Terry this is what you missed out on, I thought to myself.

Mother helped me with my makeup, just the right amount, nothing heavy, enough to highlight my best features. It was the same with mother I never saw her in heavy make up, just relied on her own natural beauty.

“Now a little of my jewelry” she said, handing me a beautiful diamond ring, earrings and a diamond studded broach.

“Seeing as I never really bought you anything for your sixteenth birthday. I hope all this will make up for it sweetheart” she said

“Now we are ready to entertain my love”

When she had dressed, it was the same as I, black and no doubt her underwear would be similar also. I must say the smell coming from the kitchen, promised something delicious and I was starting to feel hungry…maybe staying and entertaining this friend of hers wasn’t a bad idea after all…hell he and mum could go and fuck each others brains out as much as they wanted after the meal…the only disappointment was that dressed as I was it seemed a waist, not going anywhere myself.

When the doorbell rang, mother called out from the kitchen for me to answer it.

“That will be Peter, darling, could you let him in”

On answering the door I was presented with the most handsome man I’d seen in a long time. Sure he was old…around forty…forty-five…well ok but to a sixteen year old he seemed old.

Tall, slim, blue eyes and dark graying hair…very mature and worldly looking. In fact I found it difficult to stop my heart from racing. I was completely lost for words as I starred at this wonderful image before me.

“Hi—you must be Anna” the image said.

I broke out of my trance and said “Yes…yes, that’s me…please…please come in” willing my legs to move and allow him to come in.

He had the most wonderful bunch of flowers and a bottle of wine.

I took the flowers, wine and his coat, before showing him to the lounge. I offered him a drink, a whiskey for him, a fruit juice for myself, and took a seat opposite him.

I could see his eyes were running freely over my body, taking in my crossed legs and plunging neckline, mind I was indulging myself, starring at him in return.

He was easy to talk to and I soon felt at ease with him, until mother eventually got her head out of the kitchen.

“Well I see you two are getting on”

“Yes…yes and she’s even more beautiful than you said” replied Peter.

I could feel the blush on my cheeks as his eyes once again ran riot over my body.

We talked and drank until mother said it was time for the meal. The meal was very, very good actually; I never knew mother had such a talent for it.

I picked delicately at my meal and sipped the wine…wine I’d not been given previously. I could feel Peter’s eyes burning into me, but every time I glanced in his direction, he’d averted his stare, but I knew he was eyeing me up. The sweet was a calorie loaded cheesecake, but hey, I didn’t really care, it wasn’t often we had such a charming man around for dinner; I could work those calories off tomorrow.

“Why don’t you take Peter back into the lounge darling…whilst I tidy up here” she said addressing me. “There’s a very nice brandy Peter might like”

I poured him a brandy, taking one myself. I coughed as I took my first sip, I’d never before drank brandy.

“You alright honey” Peter asked smiling. I felt a little foolish and embarrassed, at my attempt to appear all grown up and sophisticated.

“”Yes…yes, I guess I’m not used to spirits” I replied blushing.

I took a seat opposite Peter, crossing my legs. His eyes focused on my legs that revealed a large amount of thigh. I smiled inwardly knowing I was tantalizing and teasing him, it was his turn to feel a little flustered.

I’d finished my brandy by the time mother joined us. I was feeling flushed and a little inebriated. I wasn’t quite used to anything stronger than soft drinks.

“Well now what have you two been talking about” she asked

“Nothing in particular mother…just small talk” I replied

I felt it was time for me to go. I felt sure that mother and Peter had other things on their minds right now… things that did not involve my being here. As I stood up to leave I said

“I think I’ll go to my room now mother…I’ll say goodnight to you both…. good….”

Mother held up here hand…looked at Peter then said “Anna…how would you like to entertain Peter for the night”

I looked at her open mouthed…mother had a way of making me speechless; this was one of those times. I looked at mother then at Peter…there was an air of expectancy on their faces, waiting my reply.

“Well look honey you don’t have to if you don’t want to…I just thought that what you and I had said a couple of years back…and now being of the age of consent…well anyhow I just thought…. I’m sure Peter and I can…”

“No…no…I” I didn’t know what to say; it was all so sudden and unexpected. I did and I didn’t, I thought I was going to have time to consider it, but right out of the blue like this…. well.

“Well…yes…or no”

I looked at Peter, I could see he was almost willing me to say yes, when I did say “Yes…yes…I’ll do it” it was as if it were he who’s words were coming out of me and that I had no control over them.

“Excellent…excellent my dear” said mother.

“Now you must use my bed…it’s much bigger and very comfortable for you both…every thing is all set” said mother rising to her feet.

She’d had it all arranged before hand, she had bought the dress, underwear and jewelry, dressed me for presentation for this man Peter, I was mothers replica, she knew what Peter liked and that was how she had dressed me. The relief on his face was obvious, he’d been promised I’d be available for him and mother had delivered the goods.

Peter was on his feet also, looking very pleased with himself. The time had come at last, I’d long wondered if mother would keep to the agreement we had made a couple of years before. I had thought she had made the deal hoping I’d forget all about it, not once had she brought the subject up, given me no warning of her impending intentions. I now stood before this man, my heart thumping and pounding in my chest; I felt a flush on my face. I wanted a large brandy right now, but knew that was not going to happen. He was about to take me to bed. I was going to have sex with him and money was about to change hands for that service, if indeed it hadn’t already changed hands.

“Come Anna…let’s go” he said, holding out his hand. It was warm, firm and reassuring.

“Take care of her Peter, she’s my daughter”

“Oh I’ll take care of her Laura…she’s in good hands”

Mother watched as Peter placed his arm around my waist, his hand slipping to my buttock, giving it a loving squeeze.

The door closed to mother’s bedroom, shutting us both off from the outside world. Mother had indeed been confident I would be going with Peter. The room had also been prepared. Soft red lights, sending a warm glow throughout. Condoms already out of their cellophane packs sitting on the bedside table, all I had to do was roll one on him when he was ready. I bet he was ready for me right now.

He came toward me a confident smile on his face and enfolded me in his arms. I placed my arms around him, hugging him close. I felt his warm body, smelled his cologne. His arms held me tight, pulling me in close. Oh god, my body trembled with excitement and expectation for what was about to happen. This was a man…a real man…the oldest man I’d ever been with. He was also to be my first real client. He could feel my body shaking, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Hey sweetheart don’t be afraid…its gona be fine…just fine” his voice was low, soft and reassuring.

He stooped a little, his lips finding my lips. A sudden raging fire ripped through my body, my heart continuing to pound even harder as my body continued to tremble. Both his hands gripped and squeezed my bum, pulling me hard against him, he pushing and gyrating against my groin. I could feel his hard manhood through the fabric of our clothing…it was a hard manhood he was eager to thrust inside me…. and to be honest I was just as eager to have it there.

“There honey…can you feel that…can you feel how hard I am…how much I want you…how much I need you”

“Oh god yes…yes Peter…I can feel you….I want you to have me” I purred in return.

As we continued to kiss, I felt his hands now at the zip of my dress, the shoulder straps being moved over my shoulders and the dress float to the floor, gathering around my ankles.

He pushed me away, now wanting to view my half naked body. I felt a little awkward, perhaps a little embarrassed. I could feel his eyes burning into me as he raked over the sight before him. He let out a hiss of pleasure at what he was viewing. “Oh my god…so young…so fresh…. so beautiful” his hands squeezing my cupped breasts.

“Take off your bra…let me see your nipples…let me squeeze and suckle them”

I dutifully reached behind and unclipped my bra, removing it and allowing him full view and access.

He gently, tenderly cupped them, his thumb and finger playing with the nipples. My breasts went firm and my body shuddered and tingled at the touch.

He closed his eyes and let out another hiss. “Oh my god” then the warmth of his mouth as he suckled, first one, then the other. I felt euphoric at his touch and wanted him more and more with each and every movement he made. I was his for the taking…but he already knew that…he’d paid mother good money for the pleasure and privilege.

“Here let me get out of these clothes” he said, steeping back a little, quickly tearing at his clothing.

As he undressed I kicked free of the dress around my ankles the let my panties drop to the floor, kicking the free also. I was dressed, if dressed was the right word in a pair pf thigh-hi black stockings and a pair of hi-heel shoes. His own clothing was scattered in complete disarray and he stood next to me completely naked. The feelings he had for me were obvious. I was hard and ready for action, rising up from a bush of thick black pubic hair, like a large tree in the forest. The skin was stretched tight over its surface, giving a shiny appearance, veins like vines running up the length of it…to me right then it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. I was mesmerized by its beauty, its power…I could not keep from staring at it.

“You like that honey…is this what you want” his voice broke the spell.

“Oh god yes” I swooned.

His hands felt warm and strong on my shoulders, forcing me down onto my knees. No instructions were needed. I knew exactly what he wanted me to do. This wasn’t the first time, I’d been through this many times already, but it felt to me like my first time. I reached out for it, gently touched and fondled the warm hard shaft…god it felt good. I squeezed it and slowly started to stroke it. A gasp of pleasure from Peter. My mouth opened and I fed it inside. I could discern the contours as I sucked and licked at it. Another gasp from Peter. “Oh my god…yes…yes”. My mouth and hand worked diligently, sucking, stroking. Just the sound of his moans and groans of pleasure. Firm hands holding my head in place, fearful that I may stop and pull away.

“Oh god stop…stop…I might cum…wait” he said, pulling away from me.

“Oh god…oh god…you nearly had me cuming…not yet…not yet, we have much more to do” pulling me to my feet.

Now it was a touchy feely thing as he pressed against my groin, making sure I could feel the warm hard flesh. I wrapped my arms around his waist, as he did with mine, when his hands fell to my bum, mine fell to his and we pulled our bodies together as tight as we could, both squeezing and massaging one another.

Picking me up bodily, he walked me to the bed and we tumbled down upon it together, our bodies bouncing on the soft mattress and bedding, his weight pressing me into its softness. We laughed for a moment or two, his eyes were bright, alive, as was his smile as he continued pressing against me, making sure I could feel its fullness, its harness. “God Anna…you’re so beautiful…so young…when your mother said she had a surprise for me…something I would delight in, I never thought it would be you” his body moving, pressing against me. My hands grabbed for his buttocks, pulling him tight, I wanted nothing more than feel that warm hard manhood of his.

His mouth and breath was hot as he suckled at my breasts, both of us sighing and moaning from the pleasure we were deriving from his action. Moving downward, mouth kissing, tongue flicking like a lizard, across my smooth flat belly. I knew where he was headed. I liked what he was about to do and I cried out in anticipation.

Kissing, licking his way over my pubic hairs. He flung my legs over his shoulders and this time my cry was louder. “Oh god Peter…oh my god” and I pushed up toward his mouth and tongue. I sighed and moaned. I could hear the slurping of his actions as he ate me. “Mmmmm…. mmmmm” I was lost…completely and utterly lost in the mists of euphoria.

I was so lost; I missed the part where he had entered me. I think I remembered I cried out loud. “Oh god Peter…Peter…oh my god” it must have been then when he made penetration. I was aware of his body motion, my legs now wide apart and his ass humping up and down between them. His hands massaged and kneaded my breasts and my back was arched pushing myself up and onto the hard shaft. The sounds were the sounds of two people making wild passionate sex. I never wanted it to stop. I was completely under his spell, his control. I was turned onto my stomach, and entered from behind. The motion of the bed, the slap, slap, slap as he continued to thrust inside me. Someone was moaning, sighing and at times shouting…it must be me…yes it was me. Time had never passed so quickly. He lay on top of me, completely and utterly spent. I ran my fingers through his hair, felt his warm kisses on my neck. His stiff manhood eventually died completely and slid out of me…it was over.

As I sat up on the bed, I saw the unused condoms, still lying on the bedside table.

“Oh god Peter…we never used one of those” I said, pointing at the condoms.

He just laughed. “No…no we didn’t did we…we were naughty, weren’t we”

“God mother will kill me” I said

“No…no she won’t…just take two and flush them down the toilet, that way she’d think we’ve used them” continuing to smile, his hand gently squeezing my breast.

“God you are so beautiful” he said for the umpteenth time. I felt my cheeks glow from a blush.

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Anna’s mother had watched Peter take her daughter to her bedroom. When the door had closed, she poured a glass of wine and quietly sauntered after them. Lying with her back against the wall, one arm in front, wrapped around he waist, the other hand holding the glass of wine, she listened, listened to the sounds of their love making, just as Anna had done when she and the first mate had screwed each other. Each sound told her where and at what stage the lovemaking was at. She smiled when she heard the slurping, Peter’s sighs. Anna was now sucking him off. The laughter as they fell on the bed…the “Oh god Peter” had he entered her…no I think not…not yet. She knew Peter’s routine. It was when she heard the second, louder cry of “Oh my god Peter…Peter” yes now he’s inside her. She smiled, took the last sip of wine the thought to herself “Yes…yes my daughter and I are going to make a great team” and walked away. Leaving them to their lovemaking.

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I followed Peter along the passage. He was now fully dressed. Clothes that looked immaculate upon him, considering they had been discarded and haphazardly flung about the bedroom. I on the other hand had taken one of mother’s bathrobes from her closet. I’d seen no reason to dress; it was short, just covering my thighs and barley covering my bum. My arms were enfolded in front, around my waist, hugging myself as we went. Mother was in the lounge, lying back nonchalantly, her long shapely legs crossed, a wine in one hand, a cigarette in the other. I’d never seen mother smoking before.

“Ah, how are the two lovers” she asked, she had stayed up waiting for Peter to have his fill.

“It was brilliant….just brilliant. I must say she has a bright future ahead”

“So you were pleased with her then?”

“Oh god…more than pleased” replied Peter, placing his arm around my shoulders and giving me a hug. “I have no complaints with her…just perfect…I’d like some more time with her in the future” he said.

“Now…now Peter, you’re my client…I’ll be finding Anna clients of her own…but I’m sure we can come to some arrangement eh”

“I’m sure we can” he replied

Mother showed Peter to the door, there were a few moments of hugging and kissing, and then he was gone.

Sitting in the chair, crossed legged. I thought perhaps I should have put something more appropriate on, or at least a pair of knickers, what I was showing was not lady like…but then apart from mother who else was there to display my wares to.

“So my girl…how did you get on…what did you think of Peter, he certainly liked you”

“Mmmm, he’s real cool…I liked him…liked him a lot” I replied.

“Remember sweetheart he’s only a client…not a future lover…do you want to continue in this line of work?”

“Oh god yes mother…most definitely” I replied, enthusiastically.

“Well if that’s the case…I’m the one who takes care of you, manages you and arranges who you see…is that clear?”

“Yes mother…perfectly clear” I replied, my mind and thoughts still n Peter.

So it was, mother and daughter working together. I kept to the rules, she vetted the clients, clients that were mine…not hers and as the weeks and moths passed, I’d accumulated a tidy portfolio. I was becoming a pro in every sense of the word…a working girl…our business was thriving.

“I have two clients booked for tonight darling…would you like to work alongside you mother…make it a foursome” I never been to an appointment with mother before, all my escorting had been by myself.

“Well…yes…yes I guess so…I don’t have a problem with it”

“Ok then it’s settled…the Ambassador Hotel, meet at eight a meal, then it will be up to their room. I’ve charged them for six hours, so we should be finished by 2am, although they may wish to extend…but let’s wait and see”

“God…the Ambassador…they must be loaded” I said.

“They are…no good doing it if you can’t make good money at it”

“What happens if dad finds out?” I asked, a question that had been on my mind for some time.

“Well, I’ll cross that bridge when and if it arrives, it must happen someday, I’m surprised I’ve got away with it for so long…let’s just take it a day at a time eh!”

As we crossed the foyer of the Ambassador Hotel, I could feel eyes following our progress, not only those of the male guests, but also the desk clerk, a smile on his face. He knew exactly who and what we were here for, heavens he’d seen it that many times before. Two unattached females, both dressed in little black numbers, two striking looking blonds, looking very much alike, mother and daughter or perhaps sisters. His eyes now turned to the open mouthed males watching our progress, his smile now a grin. Yes, most definitely…a couple of prostitutes, heading for a room…he was absolutely certain…he’s put money on it.

I was glad when the elevator doors opened and swallowed us up, taking us to the seventh floor.

“Ah, girls…we’re all ready for you” said the guy who opened the door.

“I’m Steve and this is Alex” he said, indicating the other guy in the room “And you are…” he enquired.

Mother replied… “I’m Laura and this is Anna”

“Obviously sisters” said Steve.

“Yes” I said, “We work together”

I think my response-pleased mother as we entered.

“We’ve booked a table for 8.45…gives us time to have a drink or two and get to know one another”

It was pretty obvious that they were really only interested in one thing and I’m sure they would love to have skipped the meal and got right down to the real business. They were nice enough looking guys, around mothers age, but I was now used to being and going with men in that and older age groups. There was crudeness about them…they saw us as whores, which of course we were and treated us as such.

Alex was losing no time; we were on the couch, one arm around my shoulder, whilst his free hand was up my dress, stroking my thigh. Steve was not to be outdone and was just as eager to get into mother pants.

“Don’t you think we should have our meal first” said mother.

“Aw…come on honey…just a little feel first…the we get to the fucking after”

My dress was well up, showing lots of thigh and panties. Alex’s hand was tugging at my panties, his fingers searching for my entrance. I looked toward mum wondering what to do, but she was in the same position as I was.

“Oh god” I murmured as his fingers slipped inside me.

“Oh shit…that feels real good honey…fucking you is going to be a delight…a real delight…you have one beautiful cunt sweetheart” then unzipping his fly, he presented me with his stiff member.

“Here sweetheart give me a little suck…let’s call it your entrée eh?” laughing

He was still working his finger inside me as I twisted and put my head down between his legs…my mouth sucking on his cock, hand jerking him off. My eyes deviated for a moment toward mother who was now doing the same thing.

It was soon obvious neither was going to cum…not yet anyway, this was just a prelude to the night’s entertainment.

Just after 8.30 we broke up the little party, straightened our clothing, refreshed ourselves and made our way down for dinner. Our two male companions were just as loud in the restaurant as they were in their room, drawing disapproving stares and glances from the other diners. The wine did not entirely help matters and Alex’s hand was mainly up my dress. Mother and I felt relieved when the meal was over and we headed back for their room…although the crude behavior and remarks did not stop, at least we were away from staring eyes.

“Right girls…. ready to get fucked…eh?” Said Steve, starting to undress.

“They’d better be…I’ve been sitting with a fucking raging hard on for the last hour…come on girls get out of your gear…let me get at those lovely cunts of yours” form Alex..

Mother and I unzipped our dresses and slipped out of them, then bra, followed by panties…leaving stockings and shoes. It was the first time I’d been in this situation, naked in front of mother and two guys, whilst I’d become accustomed to being naked in front of men, I felt a little awkward and slightly embarrassed in front of mother. The guys were obviously ready, their stiff members standing proud and erect, like two sentinels, ready to be fed, what they needed to satisfy that hunger, mother and I had between our legs.

“Ok blondie…on the bed…face down and your ass pointing up” said Alex to me. It was obvious he was going to take me from behind. I buried my face in the pillow and presented my hind end for him. I felt the bed shake as he took his position behind me. Mother stroking Steve’s erection as they both watched Alex. I set my legs apart and felt his warm head against my slit. “Oh god Alex” I screamed as he quickly thrust himself inside me…quickly opening me up. It was the first time mother had seen her daughter being penetrated, his hands now gripping my hips, his ass swaying back and forth…she watched as her daughter was being fucked. My cries, moans and sighs, his grunts of satisfaction and the constant slap, slap, slap as he thrust up against me, time after time after time, hard thrusts, deep thrusts. The continual abuse

“There bitch…how’s that…this is how you whores like it…don’t you…hard and fast”

I felt the bed wobble and shake as mother took up position next to me. I turned my head toward her, she was smiling, assuring me it was all-ok, she took my hand and squeezed it tight comforting me. I peered over my shoulder. Steve had taken up his position at mothers rear-end. One hand was on her hip, the other held his stiff member, quickly moving it nearer, he thrust into he. Her hand squeezed mine tighter and she gasped.

“Oh my god…Steve” she said, biting her lip. I knew how she felt.

Mother was alongside daughter, two guys behind them, their asses in unison as they continued to thrust into the two women. Riding them like two pedigree horses, slapping at their behinds, driving themselves inside, deep and hard.

There seemed to be no let up, First me, then mother would be flipped onto her back. Strong hands gripped my thighs and spread my legs wide apart and again his hard manhood was thrust inside me. The bed bounced and shook.

The two guys were lost in their lust, their appetite seemed insatiable as they changed partners…now it was Steve who had the daughter, whilst Alex smiled a wicked lustful smile at the mother, as he looked into her eyes, his ass swaying, relentlessly thrusting into her. Alex was the first to give in. Collapsing exhausted on the mother, sperm exploding from his cock, filling the condom, a short while later and Steve collapsing on the daughter. They both felt like they had run a marathon. Their bodies covered in perspiration, hearts pounding, and both gasping for breath.

“Oh god…whow…that was some fuck” Alex managed to gasp.

“Phew…it sure was” replied Steve rolling off the daughter.

It was twenty minutes or so before Alex rose from the bed, poured some drinks, took a cigarette from his pack and lit up.

I pushed the button on the elevator to take us down to the lobby, then lay back against the side, feeling a little exhausted.

Mother looked at me and said “Whew…that was some session…sorry honey, it’s the first time I’ve been with those two…. new clients”

“That’s ok mum, at least we got through it together…it was good having you there” I said smiling.

“Yes…yes it was…mother and daughter together eh…or did they say sisters” she relied with a smile and twinkle in her eye.

We’d now established ourselves as a duo and working together became fun.

Then along came Andrew, a client to start with, but a client who was starting to fall in love with me. I shrugged it off at first, not wanting any sentiment to get in the way of business, but as I saw more and more of him, for the first time in years, I was loosing my heart to him. I was getting feelings for him. We spent more and more time together, restaurants, and theatres. We were becoming a couple…it was starting to get serious. Mother could see it also and warned me against getting to attached to a client. We were having sex and I wasn’t charging him for it…it really was getting serious. Then it happened…he came to me with his proposal of marriage…I told him he was a fool…told him my whole life history…all the men I’d been with, but it made no difference. He wanted to start a clean chapter in both our lives…if I was willing to give it all up, he would marry me and have a family. I saw it as my opportunity to quit at the time and I really did want a family. Well I’d acquired all that and now I was getting restless again. I hadn’t told him about the strong feelings I was harboring. I’d get all worked up when mother came to see me; she never tried to coax me back directly. It was her talk about the various guys she’d been seeing that got me wanting to return to the trade. I was longing to turn tricks again.

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I took one last look at the ring, and then dropped it into the jewelry box along with the other long forgotten trinkets.

I gazed at the phone. It was to me, like a bottle of whiskey was to an alcoholic. My hand trembled as I picked up the receiver and dialed the numbers and listened to the dial tone.

“Hello…Rendezvous Escort Service, Harry Latimer speaking, can I help you”