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Monica sat at the vanity of her hotel room sipping a glass of wine to steady her nerves. She had never called on a male escort before, but since her husband’s death had been unable to broach intimacy. Now though, her desire for sexual relief had pushed her to call upon the company of an escort. At fifty, she was a young widow, she had never had children hence she had retained her elegant figure. She stood at five foot four, with toned slim curves and thirty-two DD breasts. Her wavy black hair had a streak of silver at her temples but her face was untouched by age with only some gentle laughter lines enhancing her natural beauty. She had only her step son as a responsibility, they were close and saw each other on a twice monthly basis. Ethan adjusted his cuffs and straightened his tie in the mirrored panels of the elevator. Mrs. C. was in the Lilac Suite, he smiled. Lilac was his mama’s favourite colour. He ran a hand through his wavy brown hair and flashed Bahçelievler escort a smile, his perfectly kept white teeth were the image of health while his smooth skin was free of stubble. At twenty-five he was a self-confessed fitness freak with a muscular physique at six foot two. As he walked he cut a handsome figure with impeccable posture and a well tailored suit complete with Italian leather shoes. Knocking at the door, he calmed himself for his customer. Monica froze and gulped back the last of the wine. Going to the mirror, she smoothed down her plum dress and walked to the door in her stilettos. She knew she looked good but felt jitters rush through her, I’m paying him, she thought, he just does the dick. Opening the door, Monica and Ethan came face to face, simultaneously gasping as each realized the situation. “Mama- I,” Ethan stammered, “Is this the Lilac Suite?” “Why don’t you come in, darling.” Monica Bahçeşehir escort bayan spoke quietly, walking back into the room; Ethan closed the door and followed her, unable to ignore her sexiness as her hips swayed in front of him. Monica took a seat by the window and poured a glass of wine, calming her palpitations. “Would you like something? I can send for beer or -” “Did you know I would come?” “No,” Monica shook her head, “I had no idea, I wouldn’t have selected you if I had known.” “God, I’m glad Dad can’t know,” Ethan took off his jacket and sat down opposite Monica, “It’s just to help with bills, mama.” “I didn’t know you had financial trouble baby, I’ll always help you know.” Monica took his hand across the table, Ethan glanced up at the beautiful woman across from him. He couldn’t view her as mama when she looked so gorgeous. He squeezed her hand comfortingly and smiled, having lost his mother Escort Bakırköy as a toddler, Monica was the only mama he had known. Despite their relation, he found an erection tenting his pants as Monica too felt a flush of heat in her silk gusset. “I didn’t want to ask for money, I couldn’t tell you I lost my job.” “When did you lose your job?” “When the doctor signed me off with depression,” Ethan sighed, “I haven’t been able to work since May, after Dad died I came unglued. I’ve still got my salary but my rent has been raised and I’m doing this, for company really. The women are mostly widows or unhappy, there’s a few that just like sex. Sorry mama.” “You don’t have to apologize baby.” Monica hugged him close to her chest, “I loved your father too, I haven’t been with anyone since.” The two embraced tightly, Ethan stood to take his mama into his arms and they began to sway, slow dancing to some song playing in their minds. After a while, Ethan turned on some music in order to waltz with Monica. As they moved together, her breasts rubbed against his chest and his hands slipped to hold her hips. Perfume radiated from her neck, the sensual notes of floral amber tones erotic as his erection grew long and hard to press into her belly and arousal beaded between her thighs.
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