Milf for hire

This was spoken in a normal volume and in an all too familiar voice. Standing straight up, I exclaimed “Holy shit!”

Standing in front of me in a short red robe was Wendy.

“I guess your mom taught you manners, but not morals.” She said with a wicked smirk on her face, “You’re a bad boy Nick.”

I stood there speechless; Jimmy’s mother selling herself! He had been right; there was no George and probably no cocktail bar. My first thought was there was no way I could tell him this. My second thought was damn, she looked good. Wendy’s blonde hair was down and had been teased out. Like this morning she was wearing a lot of makeup, in fact her eye shadow and lipstick looked to be caked on and it hit me she was deliberately going for a slutty appearance.

The red silk robe was as short as her skirt had been earlier and was tied loosely enough for me to see the inner half of her large breasts. As she had promised over the phone her long legs were encased in black stockings and she was wearing the same fuck me heels as she was this morning.

“Now what would your mommy think, her little boy at a motel paying a…”

“Me?” I asked, getting over my surprise, “You’re a hooker!”

“I prefer call girl,” she winked, “Scott.”

“Whatever, what would Jimmy say about his mother being a hooker?”

“Nothing because you would be a lousy friend if you told him.” she sighed, “Imagine how upset he would be.”

“He would be! I mean….”

“But he’s not upset when I’m able to keep him in school and when he has food to eat. He wasn’t upset when I bought him that new I-pad last month.” She shook her head, “I had to work hard for that one, four guys that day. Thank God for showers!”

“Wendy, I have to tell…”

“You tell, I’ll tell.” She said walking up to me and putting the tip of her finger on my chest. “Jimmy will ask how you know and what will you say?”

“Well…”

“See the way this works is we working girls get you to contact us on your phone so we have a way of finding out who you are and you don’t think about doing anything stupid. I have our texts from earlier. I have proof that you were hooking up with me.”

“But I’ll say I didn’t know who you were until I got here.” I countered, thinking more rationally than I thought I could, considering the situation.

“Your parents will still find out you were hiring a prostitute.” she tapped my chest, “Wonder what your school counselor would think. You’re on a scholarship aren’t you?” she made a clucking sound with her tongue, “And your sister, what would your straight A, goody two shoes sister think of her perverted little brother?”

“I…”

“Okay, let’s start over. First sit down.”

Putting her hands on my chest, Wendy gave me a shove. Caught off guard, I fell into a sitting position on the bed. I started to get up, but Wendy stepped up between my legs and put her hands on my shoulders. My face was level with her tits and I couldn’t help staring at them. The top half of her impressive breasts were deeply tanned, but the robe showed enough to expose the tan lines of the lower half. I could just make out a hint of black; she was wearing the outfit I had been staring at for two months.