EMPLOYEE OF THE YEAR!

EMPLOYEE OF THE YEAR!

For me, it started when my Mom sent me an excited text, telling me that she’d gotten employee 

of the year. Now, I had really mixed feelings about that. On the one hand, wow! That’s great for 

my Mom, right? But on the other hand, My Mom works for a famous, local escort service, so… 

“Employee of the Year” was a really loaded phrase when it came from her lips. 

I mean, Fuck… I was seriously turned on by my Mom winning an award! 

But, I mustered up the appropriate congratulations, and an, I’m so proud of you. That kind of 

thing. But I had no idea how, complicated, my feelings on the subject were about to get. Now, I 

already admitted, the whole thing was hot. My Mother, god help me, was fucking gorgeous! I’m 

talking flowing, waist length hair, huge tits, and stunning eyes. She was, no joke, the sexiest 

woman I have ever seen in real life. Add that to a quick wit, a charming laugh, and an all around 

great personality (Escort work is as much personality work as it is sex work), and she was very 

much the stuff of fantasy. 

So I fantasized. A lot. 

And yeah, her texting me with, what amounted to, “Mommy just won the best whore ever 

award!”, only made her hotter! But, she didn’t stop there. And with every new text. Every new 

revelation. My temperature rose, and I got more turned on, more confused about how I felt about 

my Mom, and the whole situation in general. 

She started by telling me that she was getting a HUGE bonus with the award, and since I was to 

thank, I could count on food from my favorite restaurant along with the gaming console of my 

choice coming home in the car with my Mom that night. Which, yay? But also, what?! 

She just kept going, and so I kept waiting for the explanation to make itself known; or at least 

make sense!. Then, to my surprise and mild horror, it did. 

Apparently, some of my buddies from highschool had figured out what Mom did for a living, from 

me. And, probably. Like, it wasn’t a secret, and I probably let something stupid slip. Though she 

made it sound like I told them, and even bragged on her. And, as long as she thought that was a 

good thing, I saw no reason to correct her. 

But then…

Then, apparently, they’d been boasting about how hot it all was at our one, rich friend’s house. 

His Dad overheard him, and next thing they all knew, they were booked for a session with my 

Mom. 

WHAT!?!?

But oh yeah, it got worse! Because, of course, Mom was a huge hit with them, and with the Dad 

in question. So he not only arranged to do it again, but he got it set up so that they got to use our 

old high school locker room. I guess they did a whole roleplay with it, where my Mom walked in 

after a game looking for me, saw them all, and couldn’t resist herself. 

Then, they booked a 3rd appointment, where Mom acted surprised to see them. Confessed that 

she was so addicted to cock that she’d become a prostitute, and asked them if they wanted to 

do anything with their friend’s, “Whore-Mommy”. And I knew all of this now, because Mom was 

just straight up telling me. Same as anyone would talk about their work. Except my Mom’s work 

involved my MOM, and my horney teenaged buddies! 

I was suddenly struggling to… anything! I was overheated, and dizzy, and turned on, and maybe 

hyperventilating a little. But, Mom finally explained why all of that was so relevant. She told me 

that very few customers actually vote, because they are afraid of being contacted, or of having 

their names somehow attached to something public. So, even though all the girls saw thousands 

of guys a year, it was normal for the vote to come down to crazy low numbers like, 21 votes to 

23. But, since my buddies had seen her 3 times, they all got 3 votes. And that more than made 

the difference, which gave her a huge lead over the other girls, and secured the win. 

I was still reeling from all of this, when Mom sent me some “victory” photos that she’d taken with 

the guys. Apparently she’d called them all back in for a freebie when she realized that they were 

the direct cause of her victory. After several pictures, and at least 2 videos, Mom seemed to 

catch up with my stunned silence. 

Then she sincerely apologized, and told me that she’d figured that someone who would say, 

“Hey guys, My Mom’s a Professional Escort, you should go check her out.”, was probably a-okay 

with seeing the aftermath of that conversation. But she apologized repeatedly for not checking 

first. 

After a few minutes of hot, horny, and awkward silence. Mom asked me if it was okay if she sent 

another pic of her, “celebrating”. 

 

I… 

I WANTED that picture. Badly! 

So I said yeah. In reply, Mom texted back, “Yeah?”. Then a quick gif of someone looking side to side 

conspiratorially. “Yeah?” She asked again, followed by a picture of her raising her eyebrows 

suggestively. And, that actually made me laugh. But I admitted it. “Yeah.” I texted her back. 

I was rewarded with more pictures, and another video. Which, honestly? I was REALLY looking 

forward to watching. But as Mom let me know that we were having this conversation as she sat 

in her car, waiting to leave work and head home, she did more than just take my order for the 

restaurant, and ask me what my preferred gaming console was. 

She also asked me if a Son who would send his buddies to visit his Mom, “at work”, maybe 

wanted to “visit”, his Mom at work, himself. It took a lot of courage, and several minutes to 

answer that one. But I told her yes, yes I would. 

That night, Mom served me dinner in a sexy little work outfit. Then, when I was done, she hit her 

knees and gave me the most stunning blowjob of my entire life! It was the hottest fucking thing 

ever! I felt like I would never recover. Like I could never, ever, possibly top a blowjob from my 

own, ultra sexy Mom. 

Then, after she’d cleaned up the table, and her face and tits. We sat down for a movie, just her 

and I. And as we watched, she, oh so casually, asked me if I’d liked the “group” pictures that 

she’d sent me. 

I blushed all over again. But admitted that yeah, I’d actually REALLY liked the group stuff. It made 

her seem sluttier, and it turned out, that was a thing that I liked. “Yeah?”, she asked, and the 

humor in her voice made the callback clear. I laughed, and told her, “Yeah”. 

A few more minutes went past, and then Mom said, “Would you want to see it in person? Maybe 

even participate?” 

I couldn’t believe my ears! It took several minutes for my heart to stop pounding so loudly that I 

couldn’t hear or speak. But when I finally got enough breath to answer, I think I said something 

weird like, “That would be nice”. At my words, Mom smiled sweetly, and leaned on my shoulder. 

We watched the movie together, and our night was fairly normal after that. 

But that weekend, I found myself waiting for my buddies to come over and play some games on 

my new console. They had no idea that I knew what I knew. They just figured they were coming 

over for drinks, laughs, and a generally good time. 

They were a bit awkward when my Mom came out in a pretty white dress, and began serving us 

all drinks and snacks. They were a lot more awkward when Mom pretended to remember to tell 

me about her award, for the first time, right in front of them. And even more so as she explained 

how, “My little friends”, had earned the right to vote, and then made my Mother into the agency’s 

top girl. 

Mom pretended to notice this awkwardness for the first time, after all of her stories were told, 

and everyone was red faced, hard as a rock, and torn between panic and intense arousal. She 

then clarified their emotions for them. She stood tall in our living room, and said, “I have a fun 

idea! I’ve never done any work from home stuff before.” She looked around at us all then before 

continuing. “And sweetie, you’ve never gotten to see me work either… Hmm… How about we 

celebrate a bit more, and fix both of those things!” 

My buddy Scott was the first to ask her what she meant. And her voice was suddenly more sinful 

than the devil’s as she told him EXACTLY what she meant. “Why Scott sweetie. I MEAN… we 

play a little game of, let’s gang-fuck Steven’s Mommy. And you boy’s help me show my Son how 

his Mother earned her, her Whore of the Year award.” 

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