The text was simple and left no room for confusion: Thursday 12 noon. Both of you, extra pay

Before her mom could protest or object, Emily had cheerfully responded to Davenport.

(Thumbs up) absolutely Mom-whore and I will be there.

Alison was still on the floor leaning against her daughter’s bed, clutching her T-shirt across her body. It was as if nudity suddenly felt wrong.

“Em, you should not have done that…” she said quietly with a little bit of authority.

“Ha! Why? We both know you’re going to do it. You can’t help yourself.”

Alison had to stop and think. The next statements would make a whole lot of difference between whether this would work or not.

“OK here’s the deal.” She stood up and threw her clothes back on the floor, arms in a classic mom pose with her hands on her hips.

“I have made a very dangerous choice for my life. I am doing this for reasons I cannot explain. I do enjoy myself feeling…humiliated like a horrible person, I do not know why and I don’t want to because it is… wonderful.”

Emily’s eyes were wide, she was afraid her mom might turn on the parental awareness and shut everything down.

“But you are still my daughter. Probably why the sex we just had was so amazing. It’s disgusting and horrible and I am a very bad person for letting it happen!”

Emily was about to protest, but her quieter than regular mom put up her hand to stop her.

“So… whatever time is available and if there won’t be any chance of us being caught we can do this. You can… control me or…whatever you’d like to do.” She turned red again and looked at the floor. “I enjoyed it very much… obviously”

She then rolled her eyes and gestured at her naked body. Emily had to laugh. That made Alison feel a lot better about the choice she was making.

“But… I will decide when and how you get to work for Davenport. You’re 17 years old! This is a very dangerous thing you are doing. And I will be your mother through all of this. If you refuse to comply, I will tell him we are both done and take whatever consequence we have coming.”

She softened, sat down on the bed and took her naked daughter’s hands in her own.

“I know I’m not the best person. I’m selfish and materialistic and I fall into all the traps like all the other moms around us. But for some reason, I love to be made to feel like a useless, unworthy, whore slut.” Just saying the words made her shiver. “I can’t explain it. I honestly don’t want to. But you…” She put her hand on Emily’s cheek. Her daughter rolled her eyes but did not protest. “You have your whole life ahead of you to make your own choices.”

Emily looked at her mom for a few minutes as if sizing up the sincerity in what she just heard.

“OK, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that I was doing it as well. And yes, it was stupid and dangerous but Mom, I fucking love it. I don’t think I’m gonna do it for the rest of my life or whatever, I just really love getting fucked by older men.” She felt a shiver run through her body and her mom knew exactly what she was feeling.

Another uncomfortable, perverted rush tumbled through Alison’s body from the thought of her daughter getting fucked hard by strangers.

Emily continued with a slight sense of childlike hope. “So, now that you know about it, it will be safer right?”

“Spoken with true teenage logic!” She laughed after she said it, and Emily laughed and rolled her eyes again.

Alison looked serious. “Do you agree to my terms? I decide with him.”

“As long as when we fuck I still get to make you feel like shit.”

Alison made a disgusted mom face then realized that it was exactly what she wanted. Her fucking pussy spasmed again, the stupid bitch.

“You don’t mention this- ever! Especially around your dad and your brother and sister. I mean it Emily, this cannot get out."

The 17-year-old blonde bombshell saw the seriousness in her mother‘s face and completely agreed.

“Of course.”

Alison softened. “…Deal.”

Emily squealed like her mom just allowed her to go to a rock festival in another state for three days by herself.

“YES! oh my God mom you won’t regret this!” Emily’s excitement felt strangely rewarding to her mother. “We are gonna have so much fun together. Now let’s talk about what we can do on Thursday, cool?”

“OK, but I want to get dressed first, do you mind?” It was actually not a request but more of a statement.

As Alison fastened her jeans, Emily began to make suggestions for things they could do with the clients on Thursday. All of them seemed outrageous and very sexy. All of them spoken in rapid succession as if her life depended on finishing in the next sixty seconds.

There was a strange sense of pride that came over the mother, watching her daughter be enterprising and responsible. Other than dancing and cheerleading, Emily had never shown much drive to excel.

This whole thing was grossly perverted, yet Alison did not want it to end.

The plan they finally decided on was pretty straightforward.

***

As their week unfolded, Alison had one other client. A regular man she saw every other Tuesday at the posh hotel nearly an hour away. He unnecessarily paid extra to call her his ex-wife’s name which worked for him. He was obviously well off and drove a very nice Lexus. His favorite thing to do was to have her bend over with head and shoulders on the bed and her ass sticking straight up. He was quite tall and would fuck her from behind while slapping her ass and spitting on her back.

Alison always had orgasms with this man, especially when he started to spew filth.

“Tell me JoAnn, do you go to bed at night knowing you are nothing but a filthy whore? Look how you take cock like your holes were built for it. I bet your new husband would just love to see what you have become!“

“Nooo please!” she would whine in response.

He always ended by spraying his spend somewhere on her body, never finishing in any of her three holes. That was fine with her, easier to clean up.

***

Emily quietly confessed to her mother on Wednesday that she was having a hard time concentrating at school. They had decided she was going to be called in. Alison hated having her miss two days in one week, but Thursday’s sex lesson seemed to be more important than a school’s education.

She really was a horrible mother.

The plan was to not hide the fact that they were mother and daughter, but to definitely hide part of their face. Davenport had agreed to let them wear Mardi Gras style masks for the clients. He thought these men would enjoy the kink while not knowing who they really are.

The women had decided to encourage the men to imagine their own wives and daughters were fucking them. Emily really was quite clever and very creative.

And had a filthy mind…

This was also a different hotel this time. It was cleaner and nicer and catered to families. Davenport tried to always use motels and hotels; never a private residence. On rare occasions some outdoor fucks were arranged. Emily’s third had been a man in the woods near Hallowell Park.

For Thursday, The Handler had arranged a room at the end of the second floor away from any other guests. Easily done as it was a weekday during the school year.

Emily had insisted that they be dressed hot when the two men arrived. Sitting on the bed in little black dresses, heels and masks, both had their blonde hair cascading in waves down their shoulders. It had been sinfully fun to do their hair together; a strange mother/daughter bonding.

The masks were black and sequined and had colorful feathers coming out the top. If their bodies weren’t so fucking sexy, they might look a little silly.

This was the first client that Alison had to dress up for and she felt self-conscious about glamming with her daughter. There’s a certain utilitarian function to meeting all her previous clients in her usual “mom“ workout wear or casual sweaters.

The sound of the keycard in the door made Emily squeeze her mother's hand.

Alison felt reassured until her daughter whispered, "Oh, you fucking whore! You are really in for it."

Her mom gasped, "What?" But it was too late. The door opened and in walked two businessmen in their late thirties. Unlike her usual clients, they were young fit specimens in suits. Alison was too dazed by Emily's words to be surprised at how regular these two seemed.

One was white about 5’4” with wrestler like muscles. "Ladies. Don't you look sexy."

Alison was still frozen. Emily stood and sexily approached him, placing her hands on his chest and rubbing his tie. "Just for you Daddy. I'm M, this is A. And you are?"

The taller one was a little darker in skin tone. A fit mixed-race man with a sexy beard. Alison was suddenly all slut wondering how his head would feel between her thighs. "I'm J and this is T, for Tony."

Tony had to reach up to punch his buddy’s shoulder. "Asshole." Emily laughed a perfect flirty giggle as she pulled J's tie toward her, grinding her crotch into Dave’s thigh.

She was really good, thought her mom. Must have watched a lot of porn.

J kissed Emily hard then spoke with authority. “We paid for two hours, and two women to act out a specific fantasy. I’ll have to complement your boss.” He stepped towards Alison and lifted her chin. The blonde mother blushed. This man was really hot. “Looks like he picked perfectly.”

J bent down and kissed Alison on the lips, sweaty wet, wide open with lots of tongue. Alison responded immediately tonguing him back.

J pulled back and held her jaw tightly. “You must be a mommy slut who will do anything for a cock. Thinks she’s all that but really a piece of fuck flesh who pretends she’s a good person.”

Emily gasped and then actually chuckled. “That is exactly my mom!”

The two men looked at her with a curious expression and she blushed slightly. Alison’s eyes were huge, but neither men saw it. Emily went for the mental shock. “Well isn’t that the fantasy you asked for? Slutty teen, and even sluttier mother?”

Tony laughed and began disrobing. “Absolutely. I’ll take you first, M.”

Emily tossed her hair and said with quiet conspiracy, “I don’t have to be M. You can call me whatever name you want.”

Tony sneered. “Slip that dress off, Sophie. Slowly…”

She bit her lip and giggled again. Whoever Sophie was, bas d on that look, Tony wanted to fuck her badly. “Sure, Daddy. But the mask stays on.” Her heart was beating rapidly for fear he might say no. Then again, she’d fucked seven men already who had seen her face. But being here with her mom did make her concerned for their anonymity as she imagined the experience will be unforgettable.

To y was now pantless and said, “Fine, the masks are kind of sexy.”

Emily slowly slid her dress down her shoulders and over her hips. She wore a sexy black bra that barely held her impressive teenage tits. Her French cut black lace panties were already beginning to moisten.

At the bed, J was unzipping his pants. Alison looked down at the floor, her heart beating quickly, once again wondering why all of this made her so aroused.

“I don’t give a shit what your name is. Get my cock out, white mommy-slut. Be the whore you are and get me hard in front of your daughter.”

She blushed from the words yet did not hesitate. Her behavior was automatic now. Any men who had paid for her time had all of her… and could do what they wanted.

She was happy to see that his beautiful brown cock was not overly huge but big enough. It was impressive and thick, which she preferred to length anyway. Without hesitation, she wrapped her manicured fingers around the shaft and took the head in with wet, red lips and slithering tongue. He moaned at the pleasure of her technique, taking her blonde hair into the grips of his fingers. The pull on her scalp made her squeak over his cock as she embraced the slight pain.

Her daughter was in a similar state of cock-sucking, but was now topless, her beautiful C cup perfect breasts glistening with the first drips of her own drool, and what was obviously a wad of spit from Tony.

“Holy fuck you little slut! Your body is so goddamn hot. Suck Daddy, Sophie!”

Ah, she is his daughter, Emily thought. Nasty!

Not as severe as her mother‘s reaction, the words made her moan and suck him in deeper. Like his body, his cock was shorter than some but had heft and power behind it.

Sounds of wet slurps and lip smacks went on for a few minutes, accompanied by the deep moans of these two men. By now, J had his suit jacket and tie off. He enjoyed the sight of his impressive cock and hairless balls sticking through his pants.

She made to remove his pants and he slapped her hands away. “You don’t deserve to see me naked. Not yet at least…”

Alison moaned at the rebuke. She was not quite in the zone but was finding herself excited to have her first glamorous fuck with a client being shared by her sexy daughter.

She glanced at her lovely Emily a few times and had that same sickening sexual pride, watching her take a grown man’s cock into her teenage mouth.

I am a horrible mother and a terrible whore

J suddenly pulled out and grabbed her head tightly, turning it up towards him. He spit twice on her face, and the warm disgust of it sent waves of confusion to her fluttering sex.

“Time to get you naked, mommy-whore. Strip and get on that bed on your hands and knees.”

His insistence caused her to respond with a soft, “Yes, sir. Use this slutty whore anyway you want.”

He laughed as she started to follow his orders.

“Holy fuck Tony, I’m glad we paid extra.”

Alison had her dress off and was tossing it on a nearby chair. She reached behind and started to remove her bra when her daughter’s voice stopped her.

“Hold on gentlemen. You really wanna see what she’s all about, let her hot daughter get her ready for you.”

Tony let out a whistle of appreciation, and J smiled and nodded towards a half naked Alison, who was wide-eyed unsure as to what was coming next.

Her daughter’s hands were on her head, just like this man who she had just sucked. She had leaned over and had a look of mock cruelty that made Alison’s breath stop as she feared Emily was forgetting who they really were.

The teen hottie then spit on her mother’s chest. The saliva dripping down into her small but beautiful cleavage. One more humiliation, making the mother of three shake with arousal.

“Let’s show them Mommy-whore. Let’s show them who you really are.” She then pulled back and slapped her mother across the cheek. Hard enough to make a noise, but not hard enough to cause a great deal of pain... just shock. "My mother is a filthy,” another slap, “fuck toy!"

Both gentlemen gasped and then chuckled in appreciation.

Alison's cunt gushed and she whimpered.

“Yessss, Miss, I am…”

J said to Tony, “Christ! They are related. And the daughter’s in charge. That’s hot as fuck!”

Emily was not done, and Alison was feeling familiar territory nearing subspace. Her daughter grabbed hold of her expensive bra and yanked it off her body tossing it to the floor like trash. She then reached down and grabbed hold of the matching black underwear and pulled it off her mother’s legs with the grace of the dancer she was. She then shoved it into Alison’s mouth. Alison made a gagging sound, her face full of new fear yet her pussy clenching with excitement. All she wore now were her heels and the mask.

Emily shoved her down onto her back and pushed her legs open. Alison willingly laid there in blissful, submissive joy for what was next.

Her daughter stepped to the nightstand and pulled red lipstick out of her purse. “Let’s tell them who you really are Mom.”

She noticed the gentleman standing there stroking their cocks, waiting patiently. She stepped forward and took both cocks in her hands and struck them.

“Sorty for the delay, gentlemen. But you deserve to see her at her worst. Just so you know, she really is my mother.”

Alison called out, “Em no!”

Emily continued, “She’s the one who turned me into a whore like her! Trust me, no one is filthy as she is.”

She leaned over and wrote across Alison's lower abdomen WHORE HOLE and drew an arrow pointing at her mother's swollen and flushed pussy.

“Now it’s ready.” She meant Alison‘s pussy, but it also could have referred to the mother as a whole. Alison was indeed an object to be used.

Alison lay there for a moment, her eyes closed, her breath coming in near heaves with humiliation and excitement. The men had watched the marking unfold with predatory expressions. Alison was happy to have the mask on as her tears spilled out.

Her stupid nipples were steel hard.

Emily grabbed Tony and kissed him hard. He was a bit overwhelmed. "Fuck me like a whore. Fuck me like my mom!"

She bent over the bed and pushed out her ass. "Fuck Sophie’s cunt in front of my useless excuse for a mother!"

Alison was nearly orgasmic with humiliation. She widened her legs in invitation, turned to J and whispered, "Please fuck this whore hole."

He almost roared, "YESSS!" and fell on top of her, his impressive tool slamming home as he descended. It took her breath, and she arched in ecstasy.

Tony grabbed Emily's hips, pushed her...