“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, and her boobs look 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.