Happy Mother's Day!



I have a regular that comes in to see me at least once a week. He presents himself as an intellectual man and we often talk about politics and other world events. He seems to enjoy that I have a fairly good brain in my head.



This customer has a particular fantasy that he likes to talk to me about. This fantasy involves his mother . . . in a very intimate way. When this customer initially came to me, he confided that he had some sexual encounters with his mother when he was younger, which she initiated. However, this did not include intercourse. As an adult (I would guess this customer to be in his 40's) he talks about these experiences in a very positive and loving way. His mother is still alive and they still have a close relationship . . . although the days of intimate encounters seem to have ended long ago.



This customer also has a fascination with women's menstrual cycles. When he first started seeing me, he asked where I was at in my cycle. I had never been asked this question, but didn't really seem bothered by it. I told him that my period just ended and he seemed to keep track of my cycle from that point on.



[Side note: The majority of women in the sex industry work through their periods. Most of them just push the tampon farther up and tuck the string inside. There are those times when your period starts in the middle of a show and this can be an interesting predicament. Thankfully, the lighting usually works in our favor and the guys don't normally notice or care at that point. There was one particularly painful moment when I was on my period; I had just arrived at work and a guy wanted a show right away. I jumped in the booth with my street clothes on, which I stripped out of immediately. I laid on my back and spread my legs so that one foot was on either side of the window facing the customer. To my utter horror and dismay, coming out of my pussy was a long white string. I forgot I was on my period. I wanted to crawl under a rock and die, but there was no getting around it. There was absolutely no way he didn't see this. I told him I was sorry and extremely embarrassed. He was so sweet, saying "it's no big deal . . . just leave it," as I frantically tried to push the string in.]




During our shows together, my customer likes for me to be his mom. We do roleplaying and the end dialogue goes something like this:


Customer: Mommy?



Me: Yes, darling.



Customer: Are you ovulating?



Me: Yes, I am. Mommy wants you to get her pregnant . . . she wants your baby.


Customer: Oh, mom.



At this point, the customer closes his eyes and the show is over.



After the show, we laugh a little. I think we both feel a little silly. Sometimes the acting is a little over the top, but we have fun nevertheless. We talk a little after the show and then he leaves . . . until next week.



On a serious note, to all the moms I have (and haven't) worked with in the sex industry, trying to make a life and living for their children and themselves, Happy Mother's Day. I love you, I admire you, and think what you're doing is important and meaningful.

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