About a year ago, I was really struggling at University. Even though my course was paid for thanks to my mom, my living expenses were just too much. I really tried hard to find a job, but no one would offer me one, not even as a dishwasher. My mom offered to help but I refused, even though it sounds stupid, I had some integrity, I wanted to survive without money from my mom, who had already paid a lot for my education. I really wanted to prove to myself and my mother that I was an adult now; I needed to be able to do this on my own.

University was about 100 miles from home and every weekend I would see my mom, I did miss her, she was like my best friend. She treated me as an equal and we were open to talk about anything. She was a successful lawyer at a local law firm, though due to private nature of her business she never did tell me much. Anyway it was Thanksgiving of my second year, and so far I had just managed to survive, but I was so close to either quitting or robbing a bank. I arrived home to a frosty welcome. It was pretty cold and the snow was coming down quite fast, I only just managed to get home. Once home I was greeted warmly by both my mom and a very welcome fire.

"Get yourself warmed up and I'll get you something warm to drink, hot chocolate?" mom asked.

"That would be lovely mom, thank you." I replied.

I just took my coat and shoes off, before settling on the rug in front of the fire, resting against the edge of the couch. Mom returned shortly and placed two large mugs on the coffee table. I picked up a mug and holding it in my hands to warm them, took a much needed sip, as it slowly warmed my insides.

"I've never seen it this bad, I surprised you actually made it, I was so worried about you Sophie."

"So was I, I almost came of the road at the freeway exit, but I was close enough to keep going. So how are things mom, work going ok?"

"Fine, business is a bit slow with the weather and thanksgiving, but things should pick up after the holidays. How are things with you, are you still struggling with money?"

"I am close to being very rather than just poor, I only just had enough for gas to get home. But please don't worry, I am sure something will turn up soon. I just need a couple of weekends of work and I should be ok for a month."

"Maybe you should stop coming down for the weekend?"

"No way, I really enjoy coming home at the weekends, I miss you mom, even if I am an adult, you're more than my mom, you're also my best friend and I really look forward to our weekends together."

"What about I pay for your gas for coming here?"

"No, mom, please I want to earn my own way, I will find something soon, I am sure." even though I wasn't. Mom sensed this and let out a long breath. "What's the matter mom?" she sat down on the couch, studying the fire for a moment.

"You are very stubborn, that's your father talking, if you were more like me, you would let me help. But if you really want to do this own your own, earn your own money, then I can help get you a job, for the weekends you are down here."

"That sounds fantastic, mom, what's the job, I could do some filling or research, anything you could get me would really help." I pleaded.

"We've been pretty open with each other, I know nearly everything about you, even your sexual exploitations. I know sex is fun for you and at the moment a serious boyfriend is something that you're not interested in."

"Yes, what's your point?" mom was worrying me, she seemed to be trying to tell me something, but looked confused on how to tell me. "Mom whatever it is you can tell me, no secrets remember?"

"Well that's the problem, their is a secret I have kept from you. Not that I thought you would have a problem about it, but I wanted to avoid too many questions."

"I can only imagine it was very important to you for you to keep it hidden from me, whatever it is, will you just tell me what it is and what it has to do with a job and sex?"

"I do not work as a lawyer, I'm an escort."

"You're a prostitute?"

"I suppose you can call it that, as we do end up having sex with most of the clients, but the money is good."

"Since when?"

"Since you were 16."

"About the same time as you got your boob job?"

"After I sued that lawyer practice for sexual harassment, no other law firm would hire me locally, so I looked around for something else, and then I met an old friend who helped me get a job with her escort agency. I was very unsure, but since your father died, I had you to look after and the settlement money was not going to last long, especially with your university fees, and sex was something I still needed so I decided to go for it. My friend Monica suggested I get my boobs done and I did. I since then things have been good, a few bad clients but with the money I earn, I could retire in five years, I've managed to invest quite wisely, made the money work for me and the future."

"So what has this got to do with me?"

"I could get you a client for Saturday nights, you should earn enough to last a month or more."

"I do trust you and that you would not suggest this unless you did not think I would be safe, and it could help, and even though I am pretty open about sex, I must say I am a little shocked about this. I can understand why you would not tell me, but you have a brain and you should be able use it for something more than just sex."

"Like I said, I knew this is what you would say, and I agree, but it is something I get paid a lot for doing, especially something I enjoy, and I do enjoy it Sophie or I would not do it, and it saves on the hassle of boyfriends and dating."

"I need to think about this for a while, let it all sink in, let's just enjoy the holidays for now."

"No problem honey, finish your drink and I'll make you another if you want, then we'll get dinner finished."

We did not have a family, just the two of us, so as usual it was just the two of us for thanksgiving, not that it bothered either of us, we enjoyed each other's company. But while we talked about general stuff, my mind kept going over what mom had told me. Mom was still a beautiful woman, even if she had just turned 40, her boobs looked great. Even when she first had them done, I told her she looked so sexy and that any man would want to be with her. I said that if we were in a room together full of men, I bet all the men would choose her, even without the boob job she was pretty. Mom thanked me for the compliment but said I was wrong and that I was the really beautiful one, she told me that at least my large breasts were real (36D in case you ask).

So after dinner and cleaning up we returned to the living room. My mind was still on what mom had suggested about me working as an escort, no doubt I would enjoy it, and being paid like mom for something we both enjoyed was something that interested me. I think I was just stunned, before she told me, I saw my mom as a respected woman in the workplace, now I saw her as a very sexual woman, I could really see that mom looked happy, and who wouldn't want to have sex with such a beautiful woman. It was just my whole image of mom had changed, which wasn't a bad thing, but it was something I was having trouble not thinking about, especially picturing my mom having sex with all those strange men.

"I want to do it mom, it makes perfect sense, and it is easy money for doing something I enjoy."

"Are you sure?"

"You would not have suggested it if you knew I would be against it, but yes, I am positive. I think it will be kind of nice to see you at work, no pun intended."

"Ok, I'll give Monica a ring, maybe she could get you something this weekend before you return to university. I'll give her a ring now, that woman works 365 days year, clients always wanting servicing." she left the room and made her call. She returned a few minutes not exactly thrilled.

"Well did you get something?"

"Yes, kind of. I spoke to her about letting you join, you will have to go for some tests tomorrow, but she has a job for you this weekend."

"So what's the problem?"

"So have I."

"What do you mean?"

"Occasionally some men will pay extra for two women, especially the mother daughter thing; you know one older, one younger."

"But we are mother daughter. What do they expect us to do, have sex with each other?"

"No, nothing like that, he will have sex with us both, but we will just encourage each other, like while he has sex with you, you would say stuff like, 'oh mom this is so good', and I would say stuff like 'I am so proud of you', maybe some dirty talk. But the client doesn't have to know we are actual mother and daughter, plus I excepted because at least I will be there to guide and help you as it will be your first time."

"Ok, I trust you, let's do it." I wasn't exactly disgusted by having sex with my mom in the same room, but she is still my mom, there should be something wrong with that, shouldn't there, besides it was just role-playing, even if the client didn't know we were a real mother and daughter.

So the next day mom took me to meet Monica and get the tests I needed. Then mom took me shopping for a stylish outfit for the night. We would meet the client at a restaurant and then eventually return to his hotel for a night of pure unadulterated sex.

The night finally arrived and I was really nervous, but thanks to my mom besides me, I was ready to go. We were both wearing evening dresses, mine was red while mom's was black, and we both wore push up bras to give our boobs more oomph, along with a thong. We took a cab and arrived at the restaurant on time. Mom gave the name of our reservation and we were led to a table where the client was sat waiting. Mom took charge and asked me to sit on his left while she took the right. Mom was so cool; she gave the client all the usual ego boosting lines, working him well. It gave me the chance to relax and watch her work. Soon the client gave my leg a squeeze and turned to talk to me. I was pretty relaxed by now, and a glass of wine earlier at home and one now loosened me up enough to turn on the charm. He must have been in his fifties, but he looked very handsome for his age, at least he had his own hair which was only slightly greying. Mom smiled as I spoke to the man, touching him now and then as I flirted with him. The client Martin, seemed really happy with the choice he had been given. After dinner he decided to return to his hotel room for a night of fun. Before the night began, mom explained that usually she stayed the night, but after 6am the client's time ended so we were free to leave after that time, but if I wanted, we could leave after he fell asleep; it was unlikely he would awaken before 6 for more sex.

We arrived at the room and again mom led the evening.

"My daughter is new to all this, so tell us want you want and I can help her give it to you?"

"Are you really mother and daughter, because that seemed so sincere?"

"Yes we are, I got her the job to help her get through university, so you are really helping us both tonight."

"Oh that sounds so good, best acting I have seen. Get yourself comfortable, I'll just need to go to the bathroom." After he left mom and I both stifled a laugh.

"I can't believe he thinks it is fake, what should we do now?" I asked. Even though I was feeling less nervous, I still felt unsure now that the moment was finally here, having sex with a stranger while my mom was in the same room.

"Take off your dress and sit on the couch, I'll sit on the bed. Give him a minute, 10 bucks he is taking a Viagra, just to get his money's worth, 20 minutes from now, he'll be as hard as a steel girder." We both got out of our dresses.

"I have to say, so far has been fun, you certainly know how to turn on the charm." I told mom.

"So can you, as you know men are so simple, the slightest compliment gets them going."

"I have to say you look so in your element, and so beautiful, that dress did your figure no justice, something a little tighter next time."

"I know, since I started this job I have lost a bit a weight, and so most of my dresses don't fit as snugly. I was going to get some new clothes, but figured, save the money, the clients already paid and I'm only going to be out of my clothes as soon as the clients ready." The client stepped out and stood naked in the centre of room. He kept fit, and was trim even for his age, why he needed us I have no idea, but maybe it was for the fantasy. He had a decent sized dick and was a little turned on by all that was happening.

"So how do you want to start?" asked mom.

"Well maybe to start, you two could help each other strip naked; maybe even play a little with each other." I was a bit reluctant, but before tonight mom said this might happen. She said just smile and do as much as we are both willing to go, we even had safe words when we wanted to stop. But I did agree if it happened I would try and relax, but now I was hesitant. Mom just smiled and pointed her finger at me, drawing me towards her.

"It's alright honey, I don't mind if you want to play a little with me. I maybe your mom, but it might be fun."

"Ok, whatever you say mom, but I am nervous."

"I can tell, I bet it is your first time to touch a woman like this as well." I nodded as I stood in front of my mom. Mom smiled and kissed me gently on the lips, not sexually but enough to calm me and put on a show for the client. She stood up from the bed and walked around me, she gently kissed my shoulder as she undid my bra. The client had since got on the made and was playing with himself as he watched the action. As mom slipped the bra straps off my shoulder her hands moved within the bra to cup my breasts as the bra dropped to the floor. She then moved so she was again facing me, and gave me another kiss as she got onto her knees and gently tugged my thong off. I stepped out of them, and then mom threw them towards the client, who held them to his noise for a sniff then wrapped them around his dick as he began to masturbate faster. Mom stood and turned us around, I reluctantly kissed her as I repeated the show mom had just done as I removed her bra. Even though I had seen mom's naked breasts after she had the boob job, I had not got the chance to feel them until now as I cupped them from behind, even though they felt slightly fake, they did feel firm and nice. I moved to her front and I palmed both her nipples before moving down to remove her thong. Mom rested her hand on my head for support as I removed her thong and got a clear view of her shaved pussy, mine was trimmed. It was then I realised I was looking straight at her pussy and that mom had seen mine just as clearly. For some reason this excited me, especially as I saw that she was a little wet. Mom stepped out of them, and I passed them to the client, who threw mine away, then put mom's thong on his dick instead, very close to squirting his sperm into them. I looked him in the eye as I stood, I thought I would really try and get him excited as my finger slowly slid up mom's pussy, I really wanted to find out how wet she was, but doing this also sent a shiver down both our spines. I glanced at mom as we heard the client cum, mom smiled but I saw something in her eyes before I turned back to the client. He patted the space beside him, inviting me to join him on the bed. We stayed above the covers as he moved me into the middle of the bed before climbing on top of me. He played with my breasts, I moaned to encourage him that he was doing a good job. But what was really turning me on was mom who stood beside the bed playing with herself; she was looking at the client who was watching, losing his concentration as he began to fumble with my breasts. Then mom stopped and picked out a condom from her bag and passed it to me. I opened the wrapper and the client put the condom on. From that moment on I just let my wander as mom and I let the client have his way with us. It was not that he was bad, but suddenly I was thinking about mom, and when the client had finished with me, watched as mom did her job, afterwards the client fell asleep. We left about 3am and got a cab, heading home. Once we got home, my mind was still on whatever had happened in the room between the two of us. Mom went to the kitchen to get us both a coffee, while I went upstairs to shower and change into some sweats. When I got back downstairs two drinks were waiting to be consumed on the coffee table. A few minutes later mom strolled in the room from upstairs, wearing a nightie. She sat next to me and seemed to sense my uneasiness about something.

"What's the matter Sophie? You have been distracted since we left, was it really that bad, because it won't happen again if you don't want it to."