“Don’t forget that we have a show scheduled for tonight!” I called after him.
“Whatever,” he replied disdainfully from his bedroom.
I stood at the sink splashing water on my crotch to rinse away the mess and fought the desire to masturbate right there and then. I didn’t want to risk Jesse knowing how turned on I was by our little encounter. I’d save my horniness for the cam. Who knows, maybe I could earn a few extra bucks for a real orgasm instead of a faked one. Either way, I couldn’t help scolding myself for looking forward to tonight’s show with my son as much as I was.
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I sat in front of the cam wearing my new semi-sheer black and white corset thingie with suspenders and thigh-highs getting more pissed off by the minute. Our show was supposed to start at 9 o’clock. It was nearly 10:00 and Jesse wasn’t home yet. I’d tried his cell phone every five minutes for the past hour, but he wasn’t picking up. We’d had over forty perverts ready and willing to pay good money to see a desperate mother give her surly son a handjob, but one by one they’d begun looking elsewhere for cheap thrills. There were about fifteen guys left, and they weren’t going to stick around for much longer.
The sound of Jesse’s truck pulling into the driveway gave me an inkling of hope that we might be able to salvage the night and pull in at least a few bucks. I tried to calm myself as I heard his heavy work boots clomping loudly across the kitchen floor. He went right past my open bedroom door without so much as a word.
“Hey!” I yelled, hitting the mute button for my headset. “Get back here!”
“Wha tha fuck d’ya wan’ now, bitch?” Jesse stumbled back to my doorway and stood there unsteadily.
“You’re drunk!”
“I’m not drunk, yer drunk!” He laughed at his own idea of a joke.
“I wish. We’ve got a show scheduled for right now!”
“Oh, shiiit, I f’rgot all ’bout it.” He took a couple loose steps into my room. “Mommy wants ta jack off my big hog again, eh?” Jesse grabbed his crotch.
“What I want is to make enough money to live in this shithole for one more lousy month.”
“Don’ be mad, Mommy. I’ll help ya make yer hooker slut money.” He fumbled with his belt buckle and dropped his pants.
I was even more pissed now that he was home, but I was going to at least try to make something out of it. I took a deep breath, put my headset back on, and started up the group show room. I only got eight people to join, plus BeaverMan415. At least it was something.
“C’mon, Mommy, lemme see them big saggy tits ya got there.” Jesse pulled the strap off my shoulder and one of my boobs fell out. He grabbed it, handling it roughly in his calloused hand. He’d never touched me like that before. “Mommy’s got some nice ol’ titties, don’t she?”
It looked like the show was starting. I had no choice but to play along and try to make the best of it.
“Yeah, baby boy, you like Mommy’s titties, don’t you? Bet you’d like to for me to let you suck them.”
“Hell, no! What kinda sick fuck d’ya think I am? I ain’t suckin’ on them dried up ol’ things.” He struggled to push his boxers down.