Chapter 5

Young Justin is sucked into hungry old Jules’ vortex of sensuality

I woke up alone, the smell of her perfume and our sex permeated my small bedroom.

The memory of her filled my head with euphoria; my muscles were a bit sore and my cock was exhausted. Damn, that old woman was hot in the sack.

I could hear voices; Jules and Mom. I sat up as a spear of terror struck me; I can’t say what I was afraid of, it just seemed that no good could come of their meeting.

I wrapped a towel around my hips as I crept to the doorway to eavesdrop.

“What do you make, a couple of hundred an hour?” Jules asked.

“Two fifty for new clients, two hundred for regulars.” Mom said.

“So you do alright.” Jules said. I could hear the clicking and ticking of cutlery and crockery as they talked.

“I do ok.” Mom confirmed, “Lost a lot in the stock crash, fucking financial adviser!”

“Did you fuck him?” Jules asked.

“Not like he fucked me.” Mom said darkly. “Anyway, I need to get away from here.”

“Why? What’s wrong?” Jules asked.

“Too many weirdoes.” Mom said, “I have a stalker, at least one neighbor knows what I do, and I can’t work at home here. I just don’t know what to do about Justin.”

“I do!” Jules laughed, and then more seriously, “Really. I have a big house and I live in a great school district. Give him to me dear, and you’ll be free to do what you want.”

“Is he that good?” mom asked curiously.

“Yes he is.” Jules said quietly, so I could barely hear her. “Last night I had the first two orgasms in five years.”

“That’s two more than I’ve had.” Mom said sorrowfully.

I felt sorry for my mother then; I’d always resented her whoring, never cooking for us, dressing up, out late every night. I’d imagined that she was having fun, partying and fucking. Now I realized that wasn’t so.

“It’s a tough profession.” Jules said, “I was sort of on the game for a short time when I was young. I was a model you know, miss July in fact. Many of the girls dabbled in escort work; once you’re published, you get crazy money.

“One of my first contacts proposed, and I accepted. Otherwise I’d be right where you are.”

“Did you love him?” Mom asked.

“A bit. He was old and rich, I was young and pretty, we had fun.”

“Kids?”

“I gave up after five miscarriages.” Jules said. “Say, I have an apartment in LA. You could use it if you want, until you get on your feet.”

“I don’t know anyone in LA.” Mom said.

“I thought that was the idea.” Jules said, “I’m just thinking out loud here. I know some people in the industry, I could make a call if you want.”

“Industry?”

“Porn.” Jules said, “There’s demand for women like you; good looking older women. Just an idea, you could make a lot of money.”

“How much do they pay?” Mom asked.

“Oh, not much; but after you’ve been all over the internet you rates go up ten times. Less work, more money.”

“And this apartment; is there a room for Justin too?” Mom asked.

“No, it’s a one bed place.” Jules replied. “Think about it. After you get your shit together and get your own place, Justin can come join you.”

I realized that a transaction was being proposed; and I was the trade.

“Have you got pictures?” Mom asked.

I snuck back a few steps and then made a noise as I went into the bathroom. I showered and dressed, and when I came out into the kitchen, the deal had been made.

“Pack your things, sugar!” Jules told me, her mouth twisting in that sexy smile of hers, “You’re coming home with me.”

My whore mother had sold me to the rich old lady, to use as she liked.

I felt pretty good about it.

My mother had always been good to me, she provided for my needs, we loved each other and we got along well.

I think I’d always known she was a prostitute; we didn’t talk about it. I’d had no idea it made her so unhappy. And I was a beneficiary of her sex work; how could she ever stop while she had to house and feed me?

We talked it all out before she left for California. I was sad about separating, but glad too; I didn’t want to keep living from the proceeds of my mother’s degradation. I knew she wasn’t planning on stopping, that was ok. It was her decision to make now that she didn’t need to provide for me.

I never realized how guilty I felt about it until that guilt was lifted. Whatever my mother did after this, it wasn’t about me anymore.

Jules was happy to support me; and I liked her too. I was going to be kept by a lusty, wealthy old woman. I was trading sex for sustenance, just like mom. I felt fine with that.

Her tits were small, her ass was big, her skin was blemished, but Jules was a sexy woman.

She was sexy because she wanted to be sexy, she loved being sexy, she tried to be sexy. She dressed in sexy outfits, stockings, garters, and heels. See through negligees, lacy underwear.

She shaved her body hair daily, her nails were manicured, she wore a touch of perfume, and she walked with a certain graceful sway that screamed WOMAN.