Olivia's Escort Service - Version Bravo
Copyright© 2026 by Lubrican
Chapter 9
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 9 - Bob found out his best friend's mom secretly worked for an escort service that all the high school boys thought was a front for prostitution. Bob couldn't believe she would do that. Nobody in her normal world would have even imagined that. He had lusted after her for years. Now he could blackmail her into escorting him to the opera. Would she agree? If she did, how would it go? And how would his best friend react if he found out?
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Blackmail Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother Son Masturbation Petting Pregnancy
When Paul got home, everything seemed like it always had. Olivia was there with a hug and a quick kiss. He was able to relax and catch up on paying the bills and so forth. He had engineered it so that his inspection trips lasted longer, by moving from one directly to the next. There were three interns in his unit and he was fucking all three, so he could take one on a trip and then, on the next trip, take a different one. All three girls had boyfriends, but Paul was handsome and debonair, and a vastly better lover than their young boyfriends. They would have gasped in astonishment if they knew Paul was only so-so in bed, and that their boyfriends were practically useless.
Four months went by, just like that, until he came home from a trip one day to find his wife wearing a sweater that hugged her body. It hugged the gentle swell between her ribs and hips that announced she was pregnant. And, since Olivia had let Paul have sex with her once every couple of weeks, he assumed it was his.
Paul had been in a house with a newborn infant before. He didn’t want to do that again. So he lied, saying he’d gotten cut while he was on one of his trips and that, therefore, the child could not be his. He sued for divorce and Olivia’s lawyer demanded, in court, that he produce medical records proving he had been operated on. He also demanded a semen sample, to be examined for motile sperm. The judge felt like that was reasonable and so ordered. That’s when Paul’s case fell to pieces. The judge granted the divorce, but required Paul to pay child support and alimony, as well.
Brad “moved out” during all this, so that Olivia could say all the bills were hers alone. He and Bobby found a ranch style house on the edge of town, in the area that used to be the fancy suburbs, but had been stripped of that reputation by new houses on the other side of town. The house had been foreclosed on and was in need of some fixing up, but the bank wanted to get rid of it so they sold it to Brad, with his mother co-signing with him. The house had four bedrooms, though two of them were bedrooms in name, only, based on their size. That was fine, though, because one of those rooms became his studio and the other a nursery. Whoever wasn’t sleeping with Olivia slept in the bedroom that was only slightly smaller than the master bedroom, if it was the other man’s turn to make love with her.
While Olivia was pregnant, and after her little boy was born, Bobby attended classes at the community college in town and learned plumbing. He had tried to understand coding, but it was beyond him. He got hired as a helper, first, while he was taking classes, and then as an apprentice as soon as he graduated. If things went well for about 8,000 hours, he’d be able to take the test and become a journeyman plumber, at which point he’d begin making good money.
So, for roughly three years, they scraped by on Bobby’s wages, Paul’s child support and alimony, and the apps Brad could sell. There were no luxuries, but that was fine. The love they shared was genuine and all they really cared about.
Both men were eager and ardent lovers, and Olivia spend a lot of very happy time on her back, being made love to. She had her second baby by “the boys” and this one was a girl.
Brad and Bobby argued over who was the father, but it was a friendly argument. Olivia breast fed both children, and often walked around the house topless so that whenever a child was hungry a milky nipple was present immediately. The men sampled that milk, too, occasionally, but only on a limited basis, since the children usually emptied her milk factories.
Then Brad sold his game, which had taken much longer to build than he thought it would. He had talked to other coders, all of whom gave their opinions about whether to sell outright, meaning you sold all rights to the product, or to sell on a royalty basis. In the first case, there was more money right away. If the game took off, however, royalties could result in much more income over the long haul. Since they were doing all right, financially, Brad chose to go for the royalties.
Olivia went to her OB-GYN and asked if her health was good enough to have another child. She had always worked out, and after having each baby she had worked hard to regain her figure. She had always loved running, and the babies loved being pushed along in a stroller made for that. Her doctor said she was plenty healthy for another baby and she stopped taking the birth control pills she’d started to make sure the children weren’t born too closely together. She wanted two years between them. At 40, she now had a four-year-old and a two-year-old. If she had another baby her little boy would have to be weaned from the breast, but most mothers would have already weaned a child that age. Olivia loved to feed her children with her breasts, and felt like a child was healthier the longer that child had access to its mother’s milk. She was so convinced of this that she co-sponsored a La Leche League chapter that served an area 100 miles in diameter, more or less. She and other parent volunteers helped educate and enable women to feed human milk to human babies without embarrassment and to defeat cultural resistance, such as nursing in public. More than once, Bobby or Brad was asked to have a conversation with men who resisted the idea of their wives or girlfriends breastfeeding. In most cases the men, once they had someone to talk to who had a wife who had breast fed, moderated their stance and agreed to let their wives try it. None of those women reported to their chapter that their husbands had asked them to stop.
It was on a mild September afternoon, after she returned from speaking with her OB-GYN, that she found Bobby and Brad babysitting David and Emma. As usual, Brad was paying more attention to his computer monitor than the children, but Bobby picked up the slack. He loved to read stories to the kids and they loved sitting on his lap or beside him as he did so.
At this particular moment, the story being read was The Three Billy Goats Gruff. She stood just outside the studio and listened as Bobby used his voice to play the parts of the three billy goats, and Brad, not even looking at the other three in the room, growled out the lines of the troll under the bridge. Both men knew this story forwards and backwards because the kids asked to hear it every day. Emma always shrieked and clapped her little hands whenever the biggest billy goat rushed the troll and knocked it into the river.