The Unnoticed Heels

 

The Unnoticed Heels

 

Strangely, the sentence, “Your Mom is in the men’s bathroom” wasn’t that unexpected. Partly because it wasn’t a “real” men’s room. I mean, it had working toilets, sinks, and stuff. But it existed, not as the legitimate bathroom where guests of the brothel were expected to pee, but rather, it was a play-room for guests to have their fantasy’s carried out. 

So, since my Mom worked at the brothel, she was always waiting for me inside of, or just outside of one of its many, themed, playrooms. Although, the men’s bathroom was definitely one of the seedier rooms that she could have been in. 

I tried not to think about it too much. My gorgeous, long haired, big titted Mother worked as a high priced escort on the weekends. In fact, she worked at what many considered to be one of the 3 most prestigious brothels in the world. And yet, even her car broke down from time to time. So, for the last week and a half, I had been picking her up “after work”, on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. 

In that time, I’d met my Mom outside of some crazy rooms. She’d been dressed like a Roman nobel outside of a room whose theme had matched her outfit. She’d been dressed up in a fancy dress outside of a fake 5-star restaurant. She’d been a southern belle, and even a police officer. But the men’s room? 

I’d learned about a lot of the various rooms while waiting for my Mom’s shift to end. The women that she worked with were mostly amazing. On top of being a professional at sex, an escort was also a professional conversationalist. They were trained to be charming, flirty, fun, and full of compliments and helpfulness. Seriously, you could not possibly find yourself waiting in a more flattering or positive environment. 

Do recommend.

But the thing was, the men’s room wasn’t the kind of place that my Mom usually worked. It was a crappy, run down, gas station bathroom; as the name implied. The professionals who hung out in there did so wearing crappy, ripped-up, lot-lizard outfits; and pretended to be, of all things, cheap prostitutes. And, to me, it was weird to pay top dollar to a high end brothel so you could pretend to pick up a $20 hooker in a shitty bathroom. But I guess some rich guys wanted that experience, without getting the many, many risks that would be involved in seeking out the real thing. 

Now, when I first started picking my Mom up, she had warned me that every single woman working at the Brothel would put customers first, no matter what. So I needed to be picking her up at 5:31, and never 5:29, or my walking in on her could end up just being part of the show. So, when the clock in the lobby read 5:32, on the last Sunday when I was set to pick Mom up, I got up out of my seat and went to ask the manager where my Mom was. 

They looked confused, but gave me the answer. I figured that, same as me, they’d been thrown off by her location. But, they told me that she was in the men’s room, and after a quick thank you, off I went. 

Honestly, I had expected to run into her in the hallway, or just outside of the room, waiting for me. That had been what happened on all of the previous days. But, when that didn’t happen, I went through the soundproof door that marked the barrier before the role-play area began. Then I walked down through what looked like the world's least reputable truck-stop, and into the men’s room in the back. 

When I actually went into the play room, I didn’t know what to expect. What I ended up seeing, was the world's dirtiest, and most disreputable bathroom imaginable. Fallen tiles, graffiti everywhere, busted sinks, and missing doors on the stalls. Standing in all of that pretend filth, and looking 100% like they belonged there, were two working girls that I didn’t recognize and hadn’t met yet. 

The two women were dressed like $2 hookers who would let you knock them up for 50 cents more. One was chewing on bubble gum, and the other had a cigarette hanging from her lips, but I didn’t see my Mom with them. I looked around real quick, but before I could say anything, the woman closest to me said, “Hey baby. You lookin’ for a good time?” 

I realized quickly that, since they didn’t know me yet, they HAD to think that I was there as a client. So, I put my hands up, and quick as I could, I tried to clarify what was going on. Unfortunately for me, what I actually said was, “I’m just looking for my Mom! Mrs. Smith. I’m here to pick her up.” 

… If I’d only known.

At first, there was a split second where the woman I was talking to, whose name I would later learn was Clair, looked confused. Like I’d really thrown her. But then she smiled, and understanding seemed to fill her eyes. She gave me a wink and said, “I get you sweetie. Lemme just go get her for ya.” 

She turned then, like she was going to walk back to the woman who was leaning against the farthest wall. A woman who definitely was not my Mom. But as I looked her way, I saw something that I hadn’t spotted before. A pair of red high heels. The heels were being worn by someone with lovely legs. The legs went up into a naughty-school-girl style skirt, but the rest of the woman was hidden, since she was on her knees, and only the tiniest bit of her was hanging out of the men’s room stall. 

 

Clair went over to the stall, which had no door on it, and leaned against the frame, looking in and down at the owner of the heels. I heard it then. I hadn’t been listening for it before, but now that I was paying attention, I could hear the sucking and slurping noises of a particularly dirty blowjob. 

And as my face, ears, and head became absolutely flooded with heat, I realized that there were three women in that bathroom. Clair, the stranger at the back whose name I would later learn was Alice, and my Mother. The only one whose face I could not see, because she was, at the moment, sucking off a stranger in the nearest men’s room stall.

I listened to that very noisy blowjob for another minute or so as Clair just leaned on the stalls frame and waited. Finally, a man’s voice asked, “Are you just here to watch?” After that, the blowjob sounds paused, and I heard my Mother make a questioning “Huhhh?” sound around a mouth that was stuffed full of something. Something that I was trying desperately not to picture in my Mother’s mouth! 

Clair then kicked one of Mom’s heels and said, “Heh, new girl. You wouldn’t by any chance be a married woman named Missus Smith, would ya?” I couldn’t see Mom’s side of the conversation, but I heard her spit the dick out of her mouth, and a moment later Clair gave an approving whistle and looked my way. She said, “Your old man bought your Mom some impressive wedding rings.” From inside the stall I heard Mom say, “Wait… What!?” Followed a moment later by the guys voice saying, “Fuck, but that’s hot!” Clair smiled at him and said, “Yeah? The married bit, or the fact that her Son is over here, waiting to pick his Mommy up from,” and she threw up air quotes as she said, “Work.” 

But the guy in the stall was quick to clarify that he’d definitely meant both. Immediately Clair kicked Mom’s foot again and, in an authoritative, almost bullying tone she said, “You heard the man, new girl. Put that left hand to work!” A moment later the guy was talking about how hot my Mom’s wedding ring and engagement ring looked, while she was stroking his dick left-handed. I had a brief moment of horror where I realized that I had been the cause of that. 

Then Clair, now openly watching whatever was happening in the stall with a confident expression and hands resting on her hips, said “Careful now mister. This woman’s Son is standing right over there.” And as she said it, she indicated where I was standing with a quick head jerk in my direction. “So he’s gonna hear everything you do to her. Every sound she makes. And he’s gonna see any part of her that hangs out the doorway here.” And at that, as if to highlight her point, she gave my Mom’s shoes another small kick. 

Then Clair looked my way, and with another wink she asked, “Aren’t ya kid?” When I didn’t answer right away, Clair leaned forward so that her face was just past the frame of the stall. Out of view of its occupants. And then she quickly dropped her character and gave me a look that said, “What the fuck are you doing!?! Answer!” My reply was almost automatic. Without even thinking about it I responded to the look from Clair and answered her question. I gave a loud, “Yeah, I’m right here.” 

Clair nodded like I’d done the right thing, and was right back into her character when her face came back into view of the two people in the stall. Clair then reached down, and put her hand up under my Mom’s skirt. She shot me a big grin as she said, “Holy shit she’s wet! I think the new girl… I mean, Mrs. Smith, LIKES that her Son caught her in the act!” 

 

Clair then began fingering my Mother, and really giving it her full attention. Mom was moaning with her mouth still sounding, VERY full, and the guy was moaning too, but not from what Clair was doing. “How’s her mouth feel?” Clair asked.

“Oh fuck!” He grunted. “This bitch’s sucks cock so fucking good!” 

Clair glanced my way again, looking impressed by the compliment. “Did you hear that?” She asked. Then she pulled her fingers out of Mom’s pussy and gave her a stinging slap across her ass before repeating, “This bitch, suck cock just, SO fucking good!” Clair was grinning as she informed me that I was lucky that the guy only shelled out 5 bucks for a blowjob, and not the 10 that would have had me listening to the sounds of my Mom bouncing on his big dick. 

Now, I knew the numbers were different from that. You could barely walk through the front door of this place without at least a thousand dollars in your pocket. But this was one of the rooms that fudged the numbers for roleplay’s sake. The guys who came in here were probably given a bunch of crumpled up ones and fives so that they could “pay” the girls who were in the rp room. But back in the real world, their credit cards would be charged the real amounts for, uh… services rendered.

At her words, Mom came up for air, and I saw her heels disappear as she stood up. After a few seconds of no sound from within the stall, Clair, leaning against the frame with her arms folded and watching the show, chimed in again. She wagged her finger and hummed a no with, “Uh uh. No condom means double it again.” Then she shot a look my way and said, “Jesus kid. I think this guy is planning on raw dogging your Mommy.”

Clair looked back, raised her eyebrows, and quickly got out of the way. A second later, my Mother’s beautiful face appeared from the stall. Her lovely eyes, and long beautiful hair looked different in this setting. Her lipstick was smeared across her face. Her mascara had run down her face a bit, and her hair was tangled up where someone, or several someones, had seized her by her hair so they could fuck her face better. She was standing just inside of the stall, and looking over her shoulder occasionally as she addressed me. 

“Sweetie, what are you doing here?!” She asked. And, I was confused. I knew that, for some reason I was part of some crazy roleplay now, but… 

I shrugged, and with a very uncertain tone I said, “I’m picking you up?” 

Mom frowned, her expression more than a bit stern. Then she asked, “And did you remember to check the time on one of your digital devices, LIKE I TOLD YOU TO THIS MORNING, since it’s daylight savings time, and the old clocks in the lobby don’t update automatically?!” 

Oh, SHIT!

I hadn’t arrived a few minutes late. I’d arrived almost an hour early!   

And as a direct result, my Mom was now doing a roleplay as a married woman whose Son was watching her be a whore. Except of course, only Mom and I knew that, there was no fucking roleplay. That was just what was actually happening now!

I grimaced, and, I think I said, “Oops.” But, there wasn’t a lot that I could say. And there certainly wasn’t anything that was going to make up for walking in on my own Mother going down on someone while she was working, and then putting her in a position where she was about to take a guy on with no condom. Specifically because of my presence. 

Then Mom turned and held out her hand. When she turned back, she stepped back out of view, then bent over at the waist until she was back in view. She gripped the sides of the stall, and the hand facing me had what looked like 20 dollars in loose bills crumpled in her grip. 

A second later Mom’s mouth opened up wide as she let out a lovely moan. Then she looked over at me, and after a few panting breaths, she gave a second, louder moan, before telling me, “Oh god baby. He’s got his cock ALL the way inside of your Mother’s pussy!”

The guy in the stall was talking too. He wouldn’t shut up about how tight my Mom was. About how good she felt, how wet she was, or how her “tight little pussy” was gripping him better than anyone he’d ever fucked before. He had Mom rocking forward with each thrust, and he just kept going. Talking about how hot it was that he was fucking a married woman while her Son watched. And all the while Mom couldn’t stop moaning about how good his cock felt inside of her. 

Finally, after he’d said how hot it was that I was watching my own Mom have sex for the 50th damn time, Mom grinned back at him and said, “Wanna know something hot?” 

 

He shot back with a hell yes, but Mom cationed him. She warned him that it was SO hot, that he would lose it right then and there if she told him. But far from dissuading him, it only made him want to hear it more. When she spoke next she simply asked him, “Do you feel how wet I am?” And he told her that he definitely did. Then Mom looked at me and said, “Steven. I need you to take your pants off and come over here. Right now.” 

I hesitated. But after only a second or two, Clair jumped in again. “Come on kiddo. You heard your Mom!” And just like that she was pulling my pants down and holding my shoes so that I could step out of them. Once I was down to just my t-shirt and boxers, Clair gave my ass a slap and sent me over to stand in front of my Mom. 

I was now looking directly into the stall, with my real Mother bent over in front of me and taking it from behind. One of her massive tits was hanging out of her top, which had been roughly pulled down, and torn on one side. No doubt to give her client access. Her skirt was flipped up over her ass, and it was clear from both their positioning, and the looks on both of their faces that the guy she was with was balls deep inside of my Mom at that very moment. 

To my surprise, what Mom said next was, “Do you see how hard he is?” 

And, fuck… She was right though. I was seriously hard, and this was the hottest fucking thing that I’d ever heard, followed almost immediately by the hottest thing I’d ever seen and experienced. Her next words were, “Tell him the truth,” followed by a series of questions. 

“Have you ever seen me like this before?”

“No,” I answered. 

“Is this turning you on?” 

I gulped, but said “Yes.” 

Then she said, “Who I am to you kiddo?” 

And when I questioned her with, “Mom?” She grinned. “That’s right she said.” Then she looked back over her shoulder at the client and said, “You remember that daylight savings time stuff you heard me say before? That was real. Steven here, is my REAL Son. He really came to pick me up from work today, and because he messed up, you are REALLY about to cum inside his Mother, with no condom on, while he watches.” 

He gripped her hips tightly, clenched his teeth, and closed his eyes. Whatever he mumbled to himself was too quiet for me to hear for a beat. But finally, through his teeth and with his eyes still closed, he managed to say “No way.” Loud enough to be heard. 

But Mom was merciless. She grinned back at him and assured him, “Oh, it’s true. He just came here to pick Mommy up. Then you shoved $20 into my hand, and a giant cock into his Mother’s pussy. I think it’s safe to say that he knows now. Knows that his Mom is a dirty whore, letting strangers cum inside her married cunt, for cash she doesn’t even need. I just do it because I LOVE it!” And that last part… That last part Mom said while she was staring directly into my eyes. Her smile beaming brightly up at me. 

Behind her, the client, who hadn’t moved a muscle, or done anything other than grit his teeth and clench since I’d stepped up, said the most insane thing I’d ever fucking heard in my life. He blurted out, “I’ll triple what I’m paying if you put his cock in your mouth!”  

He still had his eyes clenched shut. But I didn’t. So I saw when Mom’s jaw dropped. But I also saw when she picked it back up again, looked up at me, and raised her eyebrow at me. And, I knew that look. Hell, I knew ALL her looks. She was my Mom! She was asking me if I was okay with it!!!

But he hadn’t seen that, so when I took too long to answer, he again half yelled through clenched teeth. This time he said, “Fuck! Fine! … I’d quadruple it! Please!” 

Mom’s expression got more intense, and I could practically hear her voice in my head saying, “Come on kiddo, make up your mind.” 

I nodded. And Mom didn’t hesitate. She reached into my boxers, fished out my cock and had me moaning instantly. She pulled on me, and I was forced to step closer, but the moment I was close enough for her get her mouth on me, she did. She swallowed me up with a lusty moan, and then reached around me and pulled me even closer with a hand on my ass so that she could force my cock all the way down her throat. 

The sounds of my Mom noisily sucking on her own Son’s cock set the guy off. He started screaming that he was cumming, and then he immediately began to hammer her pussy as hard as he could. In reply, Mom was moaning and screaming, even with my cock in her mouth, and straight down her throat. The result was him forcing her lips down the length of me. He was pushing my cock deeper and deeper down my own Mother’s throat, while screaming that he was cumming inside of her, and, I could tell that Mom was cumming too!

I couldn’t help it, I went off right along with them, and soon Mom was swallowing as fast as she could as I shot blast after blast of hot cum straight into her mouth and down her throat! 

When it was all done, Mom had me put my pants on and wait for her outside the bathroom. In the stupid fake truck stop. It was a good 15 minutes before the guy came out. He was grinning from ear to ear. He had the decency to blush when he saw me. He looked away as he went past, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen a person look happier or more satisfied than that guy. 

I kept waiting for Mom. But not only did she not come out, but a few minutes later, 3 guys walked into the truck stop, and immediately headed for the bathrooms. A few minutes after that, I realized just how thin the walls were, when the voices of all three women who’d been in the bathroom, began screaming about how good they were getting fucked. 

Another guy came in a few minutes after that, and when he went into the bathroom, my Mom’s voice got cut off. I could no longer hear her moaning, and talking about what a good pounding she was getting. However, I had a pretty good idea that the reason why I couldn’t hear her. And it was even more dirty than what I’d been hearing before. 

Eventually, Mom did come out. Her shift over, and my watch finally catching up with the old clock in the lobby. She looped her arm in mine, and we walked to the showers so she could get cleaned up. Like we had many times before. 

After she’d washed up, and gotten changed, she came out and we both headed for my car, and from there, we drove home. 

It was weird. A little over an hour before that moment, I’d seen her dressed like an ally hooker, and “working.” And now she was in a pretty little sundress, looking like my Mom, and getting ready to make dinner before Dad got home from work. 

I could barely wrap my head around it. Since I didn’t know what to say, and Dad would be home any minute, I kept my mouth shut. 

It turned out that Dad had to check on something at a different work-site though. He called ahead to say that he was driving out of state, and would be back in two or three days. He apologized, but Mom assured him that work was work, and he needn’t worry about it. When she got off the phone, she gave me the news and served dinner. 

So, since we had some time before Dad would be walking in on us, I found my courage, and worked up the nerve to at least apologize to my Mom for putting her in such an awkward position. But, when I told her I was sorry, she smiled at me in between bites and simply replied, “I’m not.” 

It was several minutes later before I managed to ask her what she meant, but she just gave me that beautiful smile again, and stood up to start cleaning off the table. 

When she was done with the dishes, she walked back over to me and asked me if I’d enjoyed what had happened. Though, once again, she began by insisting that I be honest. And, honestly? It was the best fucking thing that had ever happened to me. Or at least, it was the best thing that ever happened to me… as long as it didn’t upset my Mom. I told her that. Almost exactly that. And she told me I was sweet, before letting me know that she’d enjoyed it too. 

I was shocked. I mean. Obviously, it sure as hell had looked like she enjoyed it. It had looked like she’d loved it! But, that was part of her job. Selling that experience. 

So there had been no way to know if she’d really liked it or not. Especially the part involving me. But, Mom made herself an after dinner coffee, and assured me that, yes. She had really enjoyed it. ESPECIALLY the part that had involved me. 

Her smile was starting to make me blush. We moved the conversation to the living room, and I sat down on the couch. I had a million questions! But Mom was an angel, and answered all of them. She really had been wet at the idea of me seeing her “work.” She’d loved when I’d participated, and she had thought about the possibility of it happening again ever since we’d started the drive home. 

When I asked her if she was serious, she shot me a wink and told me that there was only one way to find out. 

Which was, WOW! But, I still wasn’t sure we were on the same page. At least, not until she, out of nowhere, told me that there were no condoms in the house, because my Dad didn’t need to use them with her. Then she straddled my lap and drew a groan from me as she pressed firmly up against the hard-on that she’d created in the course of her confessions. 

“So,” she purred into my ear. 

“Got 20 dollars?” 

I did. And to my incredible delight, Mom had decided to keep up the cheap whore act, as long as it was just the two of us who were home. 

So before my Dad got home 3 days later, I was easily 300 dollars poorer. As for my Mom? I’d fucked her on almost every surface in the house. And according to her, she was pretty damn happy about it. 

 

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