Mom's One Way Mirror My Mom was an escort. A pretty word for a prostitute that cost a ton of money. When I found out, I wasn’t even mad. In fact, the only that really upset me about it was that woman that I’d fantasizing about since I’d first discovered fantasizing was totally available! To everyone but me… Mom was suddenly this ultra sexual, and actually achievable thing. Except that, wait, no. Because I was still her Son. Her long, often wildly colored hair, that was so soft to the touch. Her massive breasts, that her shirts and dresses were always happy to put on display. Her gorgeous, curvy ass, and the legs that ran up to them. Hell, she even had pretty feet. That wasn’t even a thing for me, but dammit she definitely had them! One day Mom said she was headed to work, and I took a risk, steeled my nerves, and asked if I could see where she worked. Mom was clearly surprised by my request, but her smile was borderline erotic as she gave a, “are you serious” k...