Cut and BJ Ch. 02 Loving Wives

Cut and BJ Ch. 02 Loving Wives I hope he is the young man, you think he is.

Adele slipped from her son's bedroom and Andrea set about her transformation. I am sorry this is awfully personal but are you in a relationship at the moment?'

'Rose, what is it? I am shopping.' Andrea hissed strangely annoyed at the interruption.

'So shy, I never knew prostitutes were so coy. I mean, I wouldn't let it get serious. A gentle man. She applied false red nails, darkened her eyes with mascara, and applied a deep rouge lip gloss. As I will ever be thought Andrea. But then which had been worse that he should be left lonely and frustrated feeling unloved, or that he was given a short time of comfort. This as Rose will have explained is just temporary. I would not want to be the one to prove you wrong.'

Those of you who previously read my stories will be familiar with the original Cut and BJ story and Andrea's tentative steps into sex work. But that soft gentle tender kind, where two bodies settled together in warm comfort. I hope some of you will enjoy the return. 'You have a daughter. She could not imagine what Harry had said to his wife, more to the point she did not want to imagine the pillow talk and its situation at all. She was surprised to learn from Rose, (her new booking agent or was that pimp) how many men had studied her full ass in her trousers. This was supposed to be a discrete arrangement.

'Um well actually Andrea, I have already accepted another booking for Walter. She then slipped on the black stockings anchoring them with the suspender straps hanging off the four corners of the Basque. It made everything so difficult. He had proved to be a good worker, helpful around the store, and got on well with everyone at work. There was a realistic chance everything for her daughter's wedding would be paid before time. He wants a repeat booking. He continued to have Andrea cut his hair. It hardly covered the knickers and left broad expanses of her naked thigh on the display. He will be so disappointed. But that soft gentle tender kind, where two bodies settled together in warm comfort. Well they are loud, brash, very cheap. I have a surprise for you, but you have to wait for a few minutes.' Adele pointed to her watch, as Andrea considered what she needed to do to transform from hairdresser to naughty French maid.

'Rose which part of I am in a super market did you not hear? Was there something you wanted to tell me, other than about you and your husband.'?

Adele did not know what to say. Well they are loud, brash, very cheap. Not the lustful, passionate, forceful intimacy many expected from a prostitute. The one extra thing Adele explained was that he felt more comfortable around: To be polite, older women, as he mistrusted the girls closer to his age, with some reason, Josh, Adeles ex, had run off with the last girl Tim had been close to, she was 22 at the time Tim had been taking his exams.

Her mobile phone rang. The money for her two appointments had been good. Oh Andrea I cannot begin to...'

'Andrea.

'Andrea this is my son. My son is not much older than Tim, which is why I was hesitant, perhaps appeared a little distant when we spoke on the phone. He had in many ways appeased her

conscience, and made her rethink the world of sex for sale. But don't expect it so easy next time. But then most bureaucratic organisations never gave people the support they truly needed, only what was politically correct at the time. No repeat bookings, no regular appointments. A quiet youth of 19, who had taken to working as a trainee manager at a local store, when Adele found herself alone after the breakup of her fourth relationship within the 19 years of Tim's life. But that soft gentle tender kind, where two bodies settled together in warm comfort. Happier than she had known him since his wife was alive. There may be other chapters. Apology accepted. . She could not decide if she was a sex worker or a social worker, this seemed more like care in the community than anything else. Parts two and three have remained on my computer, dormant so to speak. Again the pangs of conscience crept in, what would Peter do or say if he knew? How would her family feel if they knew how she had paid for the wedding? These conflicting thoughts were distracting her so much, she wondered if she would ever get to leave the supermarket with a trolley full of the things she needed.

'Mum, who is this? She is amazing. Like I said I am in the middle of a supermarket on a SUN... Her son looked flushed, embarrassed, confused but obviously excited. But the one thing he could not find was intimacy.

'Mum I'm home.' Adele held her finger to her lips indicating that Andrea should be quiet. The combination of the food, the wine and well her being a little more 'cuddly' in bed, may arouse his curiosity. Adele had hoped Tim would go to college or university he was bright, but despite good school reports his exam results failed him. Oh god she thought. She wondered if she should put them back on the shelf. He had proved to be a good worker, helpful around the store, and got on well with everyone at work. That was the way it would be.

'Know. I hope he is not one of my bookings; she looked at the man's wife with her straggly hair with split ends, badly bleached, sallow complexion and sagging breasts. So here is Part 2 and Part 3 will follow. Does her...'

All of this Adele had first mentioned to Rose and she was now explaining to Andrea. She then slipped on the black stockings anchoring them with the suspender straps hanging off the four corners of the Basque. I had not thought of them in any sexual way. 'I hope this will cover everything. Being a complete idiot, I could not get back into my old Xamphos account, so I now have a new one. Adele had made the arrangements, so she could give Andrea a chance to see something of Tim's fantasies.

So this is pretty much a one off situation. I will do what is best for you, but you will have to believe me on that. She also considered it might be giving out warning signs that she was up to something.

'No Rose! No! No! No! You made the deal; it would be a one off arrangement only. Tim was happy with the situation, he was of an age where he needed to be responsible, to be the man of the house. I have a new story I am working on that encouraged me to revisit some of my previous work. Walter had been considerate with her. Andrea sucked in her tummy as she secured the clasps at the back.

Always practice safe sex, and wear protection. She was booked out with appointments for a month and there was a waiting list. The combination of the food, the wine and well her being a little more 'cuddly' in bed, may arouse his curiosity. Tim was happy with the situation, he was of an age where he needed to be responsible, to be the man of the house. This is a particular one off circumstance and the sooner it is sorted the better.' Andrea had feared the possibility of anyone wanting a second booking. Adele was happy he felt this way, but she also knew of his problems too. I thought you would be pleased. Walter she had known for some time. Her son looked flushed, embarrassed, confused but obviously excited.

Walter had been her previous night's special. 'I am helping you. She wondered if she should put them back on the shelf. Andrea feared Rose had rung off. Luckily it has made him so horny I have barely been able to keep my clothes on. Would you like me to stay and lead you into wickedness, let you explore some more flesh or should I go?'

Andrea began to wonder why she had ever let Rose talk her into this brief dalliance with prostitution, and then she remembered the money. We should have done this years ago. She had deliberately put on a longer shapeless coat that hid her body and trousers underneath. Luckily Tim was not at the same school as her son and was too young to have been known by her daughter. How easy would it be in months to come doing the shopping knowing she could possibly meet some man or their partner who had well seen an awful lot more of her of body or even touched it, entered it.

She was still dressed in her grey business suit, with navy blouse. He had wanted the company as much as anything else. But this.'

'Tim? I am your new maid. A family were heading Andrea's way she needed to complete the call, but she also needed to know Rose was still helping her.

The phone went dead and the family walked past, the husband giving Andrea a strangely familiar look.

'Rose who? Whose mother?'

There was a pause on the phone. You are not. He saw himself as the baggage in the corner. I have a new story I am working on that encouraged me to revisit some of my previous work.

'You are not what I imagined.' Adele said as she led Andrea to the bedroom.

'Andrea. Not the lustful, passionate, forceful intimacy many expected from a prostitute. Walter had been considerate with her. Minutes later young Tim entered the room.

Andrea looked anxiously around wondering who might else be hearing Rose's description of her marital sex.

Andrea looked in the envelope. This gave her self confidence an amazing lift. She had relationships, she had friends, she had family, she had her hairdressing clients. Andrea stepped into the heels as Adele knocked the door.

Adele paused. Then she thought 'poor bugger maybe he does need me'. It came with a matching pair of black stockings. Andrea also knew the pain of having a growing son, you wanted them to respect women, to treat them properly but you also wanted them to be a man too. 'I am helping you. When Josh, Adele's latest man walked out on her, there was no choice other than for Tim to find work.

Instead, his eyes darted from her face, to her exposed cleavage, and down to the hem of the very short dress. Adele greeted Andrea as she approached the door. Explained he only really wanted to touch her, hold her beneath the covers of his bed. Then she thought 'poor bugger maybe he does need me'. DAY and you know there are some things we will need to discuss but I trust you Rose. It came with a matching pair of black stockings. Not at all. Andrea had found a fancy dress shop when she had been out the previous day, and purchased a very short French Maid's dress in black, made of a thin satin. Perhaps experimenting with a few things, searching perhaps for a wicked lady who can perhaps teach you about some fleshy pleasures.'

Those of you who previously read my stories will be familiar with the original Cut and BJ story and

Andrea's tentative steps into sex work. I hope he is not one of my bookings; she looked at the man's wife with her straggly hair with split ends, badly bleached, sallow complexion and sagging breasts.

Andrea was pleased to see the youth had not turned away from her, something she had feared. DAY and you know there are some things we will need to discuss but I trust you Rose. But perhaps you could start with Walter.'

'Tim? I am your new maid. She could not imagine what Harry had said to his wife, more to the point she did not want to imagine the pillow talk and its situation at all. Having made the mental comparison, Andrea was almost ready to run back to her car. He is my husband, and this is just a spot of fun. Perhaps if we need to fill a slot we could consider a second opportunity. How easy would it be in months to come doing the shopping knowing she could possibly meet some man or their partner who had well seen an awful lot more of her of body or even touched it, entered it. Being a boys room there was no mirror, so Andrea had to use a little hand mirror to complete her makeup.

Please don't say I won't be able to persuade you for at least just one more appointment.'

'Go through to the kitchen honey. This gave her self confidence an amazing lift. Andrea sucked in her tummy as she secured the clasps at the back. It may sound stupid but don't hurt him. He is so sweet and well alone. You have made what some would describe as an odd decision to help your son.

Like entering a relationship. DAY and you know there are some things we will need to discuss but I trust you Rose. Adele was happy he felt this way, but she also knew of his problems too. Apology accepted. A repeat booking somehow made it personal. I am married, have been for a long time. I have something that needs to be handled quickly. Again the pangs of conscience crept in, what would Peter do or say if he knew? How would her family feel if they knew how she had paid for the wedding? These conflicting thoughts were distracting her so much, she wondered if she would ever get to leave the supermarket with a trolley full of the things she needed.

'Got to run. I have a family I love and like you, will do anything for; to give them the best. But he had been happy.

'You know you read the papers, see the films, and women that do this. This as Rose will have explained is just temporary. One I can accept. Even so Andrea felt a little uncomfortable; this woman had obviously taken care of herself, spent some time at the gym and looked really pretty. He had several married friends who had taken him into their social group. But then which had been worse that he should be left lonely and frustrated feeling unloved, or that he was given a short time of comfort. But perhaps you could start with Walter.'

Andrea stopped outside Adele's house as arranged on the Wednesday night. No one knows Adele.

Black French knickers with red ribbons slipped on next then lastly the tiny French Maid's dress. The combination of the food, the wine and well her being a little more 'cuddly' in bed, may arouse his curiosity. She was auburn haired, much slimmer than Andrea, with a modest bust. It came with a matching pair of black stockings. He visited family and would go for an occasional drink with friends. I have been helping your mother tidy up and found that maybe you have been a naughty boy.

Andrea flushed. She wondered if the risk was worth her pride, but she could not and would not go back on her promise. So here is Part 2 and Part 3 will follow. I thought Harry. Adele greeted Andrea as she approached the door. As always this is a work of fiction. She had a deadline and a budget and she was improving her chances of attaining it. The same way he felt others saw him. He could have done that with me, well actually he has and...'

Husbands and boyfriends were reluctant assistants, looking at the time, thinking of their dinner, before the game or that round of golf they had missed to keep the peace. But the one thing he could

not find was intimacy. For this charade, there would be no pink. They all pictured ladies of a full figure, some in their late thirties many over forty or fifty years old. There are some things...'

'Rose the priority has to be the new appointments. This as Rose will have explained is just temporary.

Adele reached under Tim's bed and showed Andrea the pictures Tim had been looking at, she then turned on the computer and called back some of the recent films he had been viewing. As a widower, he did not get out so much. This by chance was similar to the kind of films Tim had been watching.

Adele slipped from her son's bedroom and Andrea set about her transformation. Some children helpfully crashed trolleys into their parent's legs and other passing shoppers as they attempted to assist the adults so they could get and meet friends. Your Wednesday appointment, his mother will ring you to discuss it.'

'Yes. There are some things...'

Dear Reader. She was jostled by the other shoppers as they cut in taking items from the shelves, continuing their routine lives. I mean this honestly, you are just the person I wanted for my son. She wondered how many times she had been mentally stripped as she walked these aisles. The money was building nicely after just three appointments. She also considered it might be giving out warning signs that she was up to something. She could not imagine what Harry had said to his wife, more to the point she did not want to imagine the pillow talk and its situation at all. Andrea was shown into Tim's bedroom, he was not home yet.

'Rose, what is it? I am shopping.' Andrea hissed strangely annoyed at the interruption.

'Rose the priority has to be the new appointments. We should have done this years ago. The one thing he failed at was making friends out of work, particularly girl friends. No wait! Look you are doing brilliant job. He saw himself as the baggage in the corner. If she had to repeat her appointments, Walter would have to be first.

'Fleshy pleasures?' Tim stuttered. This was supposed to be a discrete arrangement.

'No Rose! No! No! No! You made the deal; it would be a one off arrangement only. Adele had hoped Tim would go to college or university he was bright, but despite good school reports his exam results failed him. Explained he only really wanted to touch her, hold her beneath the covers of his bed.

Now she was a desirable, attractive woman again, with suitors waiting for her body. I hope some of you will enjoy the return. 'You are well; don't be angry at this, but normal.'

Andrea looked around her. He had in many ways appeased her conscience, and made her rethink the world of sex for sale. I would not want to be the one to prove you wrong.'

'Rose which part of I am in a super market did you not hear? Was there something you wanted to tell me, other than about you and your husband.'?

Andrea looked anxiously around wondering who might else be hearing Rose's description of her marital sex.

'Fleshy pleasures?' Tim stuttered. Do not let me down, and get me into trouble.'

'I'll go down then come back up to check on you. He was a lovely man. I mean I have boys of Tim's age visit my home. Would you like me to stay and lead you into wickedness, let you explore some more flesh or should I go?'

The phone went dead and the family walked past, the husband giving Andrea a strangely familiar look. Then the devil inside her stirred and said but you are better than his wife.

Report Story byXamphos2018Š 4 comments/ 7204 views/ 5 favorites Report Story Report Story Andrea looked around her. She was surprised to learn from Rose, (her new booking agent or was that pimp) how many men had studied her full ass in her trousers. I mean, I wouldn't let it get serious.

'Got to run. Happier than she had known him since his wife was alive. This whole conversation was too uncomfortable to be held in the middle of a supermarket. She turned slightly so he could see the shape of her buttocks pushing out the skirt of the outfit at the rear, giving a slight view of the lace leg of her French knickers.

There was a cold note to the reply like a winter wind entering Andrea's ear.

'Mum, who is this? She is amazing. I mean this honestly, you are just the person I wanted for my son.

She had one lover her husband. Andrea stepped into the heels as Adele knocked the door. ***** 'Twenty minutes.'

'Rose. Walter had been considerate with her. Had she bought everything she needed yet? All the time she had this feeling she was being watched. The key turned in the lock downstairs and they heard Tim come in.

Andrea stopped outside Adele's house as arranged on the Wednesday night. I do not have a problem.

Andrea feared Rose had rung off. Now the reason for my call. But she also realised she was quite vulnerable at the moment. But he had been happy. Instead, his eyes darted from her face, to her exposed cleavage, and down to the hem of the very short dress. Tim by all accounts, was always polite, respectful around girls, but his hormones did mean he was easily aroused, easily teased, and very easily led by the flirts who took advantage of his situation. Adele had made the arrangements, so she could give Andrea a chance to see something of Tim's fantasies. She was almost sad to leave him. Andrea was shown into Tim's bedroom, he was not home yet. She turned slightly so he could see the shape of her buttocks pushing out the skirt of the outfit at the rear, giving a slight view of the lace leg of her French knickers.

'Rose which part of I am in a super market did you not hear? Was there something you wanted to tell

me, other than about you and your husband.'?

'Okay. I do not have a problem.

Adele paused. Would you like me to stay and lead you into wickedness, let you explore some more flesh or should I go?'

'Go through to the kitchen honey. She could not decide if she was a sex worker or a social worker, this seemed more like care in the community than anything else. It is not what I wanted. Now have fun with this fantasy. Had she bought everything she needed yet? All the time she had this feeling she was being watched. I will do what is best for you, but you will have to believe me on that. As a widower, he did not get out so much. She was still dressed in her grey business suit, with navy blouse. I think you could be good for him Andrea. Adele greeted Andrea as she approached the door.

What was normal?

'Know. He is so sweet and well alone. He visited family and would go for an occasional drink with friends. In years gone by she had permed Miriam, Walter's late wife, hair. We should have done this years ago. It hardly covered the knickers and left broad expanses of her naked thigh on the display.

Walter she had known for some time. She was booked out with appointments for a month and there was a waiting list. I hope he is not one of my bookings; she looked at the man's wife with her straggly hair with split ends, badly bleached, sallow complexion and sagging breasts. He had proved to be a good worker, helpful around the store, and got on well with everyone at work. Much better than anything she could earn as a hairdresser. That way nothing was written down, nothing could be seen in her diary, it was Andrea's added piece of security. A family were heading Andrea's way she needed to complete the call, but she also needed to know Rose was still helping her.

'Rose. She had relationships, she had friends, she had family, she had her hairdressing clients. This by chance was similar to the kind of films Tim had been watching.

'Very special pleasures.' Andrea ran her fingers across her exposed thigh, flicked the hem of her dress to flash her French knickers. I am married, have been for a long time. I am surprised how conservative he was considering the price I paid. I have a new story I am working on that encouraged me to revisit some of my previous work. It was Sunday her one day of rest. Please don't say I won't be able to persuade you for at least just one more appointment.'

'You are not what I imagined.' Adele said as she led Andrea to the bedroom. He had wanted the company as much as anything else. I thought Harry. My son is not much older than Tim, which is why I was hesitant, perhaps appeared a little distant when we spoke on the phone. Adele herself was overtaken by the transformation; Andrea looked like she had just stepped off of the page of one of Tim's porn magazines.

Those of you who previously read my stories will be familiar with the original Cut and BJ story and Andrea's tentative steps into sex work. She felt a fat frump in comparison; Adele must have known someone at the gym who would have been more suitable for her son. There is not a problem if you think you need more.'

'Rose. Tim by all accounts, was always polite, respectful around girls, but his hormones did mean he was easily aroused, easily teased, and very easily led by the flirts who took advantage of his situation. But then which had been worse that he should be left lonely and frustrated feeling unloved, or that he was given a short time of comfort. But I have my big story to complete first.

Someone who has experience of sex without being off-putting. He just needs, to go beyond the two

dimensional images, that he is constantly masturbating to, and start to understand that sex is about a person, warmth, sharing. Being a complete idiot, I could not get back into my old Xamphos account, so I now have a new one. Andrea would have time to change into her sexy clothes before he arrived. She encouraged him to feel her curves, directed him to her breasts and growing nipples.

Maybe, this would be her lucky day and salvage her pride in a less damaging way.

Her mobile phone rang. He is emotionally tender. Andrea was pleased to see the youth had not turned away from her, something she had feared. He is emotionally tender. So this is pretty much a one off situation. Adele herself was overtaken by the transformation; Andrea looked like she had just stepped off of the page of one of Tim's porn magazines.

Lucky days she thought. Black French knickers with red ribbons slipped on next then lastly the tiny French Maid's dress. To go back and repeat. I must stress, to both you and Tim, what happens here, stays here. I had not thought of them in any sexual way. How easy would it be in months to come doing the shopping knowing she could possibly meet some man or their partner who had well seen an awful lot more of her of body or even touched it, entered it. She thought she had been modest conservative, but any item that was remotely shaped to her body inspired the male imagination. But then most bureaucratic organisations never gave people the support they truly needed, only what was politically correct at the time. He was a lovely man. But I have my big story to complete first. If you are unhappy with the schedule I can leave it with you.'

'Andrea this is my son. He could have done that with me, well actually he has and...'

'Go through to the kitchen honey. Harry needs me in the bedroom. A quiet youth of 19, who had taken to working as a trainee manager at a local store, when Adele found herself alone after the breakup of her fourth relationship within the 19 years of Tim's life. Whilst she had only had two 'special' customers, since extending her mobile hairdressing services to something more personal, her guilt made her feel everyone was judging and assessing her. He was sexually frustrated and had taken to watching porn on the internet, and masturbating a little too regularly. I understand what you want, and for that reason I will go through with this, for Tim, for you. She wondered if she should put them back on the shelf. I will do what is best for you, but you will have to believe me on that. Only Rose knew who the appointments were and when, she was told of her special at the end of each day. You will come as a surprise to him. The walls of his bedroom, did not give any hint of his porn obsession, but the magazines he had tried to conceal from his mum did. The key turned in the lock downstairs and they heard Tim come in.

'You are not what I imagined.' Adele said as she led Andrea to the bedroom. She thought she had been modest conservative, but any item that was remotely shaped to her body inspired the male imagination. But she also realised she was quite vulnerable at the moment. Please don't say I won't be able to persuade you for at least just one more appointment.'

Prior to this venture, her life had spread before her, as a maturing mother, waiting to be a grandmother. Then the devil inside her stirred and said but you are better than his wife.

'Twenty minutes.'

Prior to this venture, her life had spread before her, as a maturing mother, waiting to be a grandmother. I hope there are not others because you will have to cancel them or maybe go into business for yourself.'

'Andrea. She could not decide if she was a sex worker or a social worker, this seemed more like care

in the community than anything else. Not physically, but he has had a lot nasty comments from girls in the past. Despite the morality of her new profession the attention she had received; the fact that someone was prepared to pay for her body had absurdly boosted her own self esteem. She turned slightly so he could see the shape of her buttocks pushing out the skirt of the outfit at the rear, giving a slight view of the lace leg of her French knickers.

All of this Adele had first mentioned to Rose and she was now explaining to Andrea. All be sported, stockings, garter belts, with push up bras, micro miniskirts, high heels and heavy makeup.

'Mother! Rose?'

Adele did not know what to say. Slipping out of her functional cotton underwear, Andrea dressed herself in a half cup black Basque with red lace trimmings on the bra and at the skirt of the Basque, red decorative laces criss crossed the front. He had wanted the company as much as anything else.

No those were her rules. She was auburn haired, much slimmer than Andrea, with a modest bust. I do not have a problem.

Andrea could feel her cheeks glowing red from embarrassment. But don't expect it so easy next time. Your Wednesday appointment, his mother will ring you to discuss it.'

Andrea aimlessly wheeled the supermarket trolley up and down the shopping aisles. Someone who has experience of sex without being off-putting. He continued to have Andrea cut his hair. Parts two and three have remained on my computer, dormant so to speak. Oh Andrea I cannot begin to...'

'Um well actually Andrea, I have already accepted another booking for Walter. Now have fun with this fantasy. That way nothing was written down, nothing could be seen in her diary, it was Andrea's added piece of security. As always this is a work of fiction. Harry needs me in the bedroom. I thought you would be pleased. She encouraged him to feel her curves, directed him to her breasts and growing nipples. She applied false red nails, darkened her eyes with mascara, and applied a deep rouge lip gloss. Luckily it has made him so horny I have barely been able to keep my clothes on. This is a particular one off circumstance and the sooner it is sorted the better.' Andrea had feared the possibility of anyone wanting a second booking. You are not. I have something that needs to be handled quickly. Well they are loud, brash, very cheap. There was a realistic chance everything for her daughter's wedding would be paid before time. He had in many ways appeased her conscience, and made her rethink the world of sex for sale. Then I will bring him up if you are ready.'

'So shy, I never knew prostitutes were so coy. It was spending some of the money she had earned which was supposedly reserved for her daughter's wedding. Now have fun with this fantasy. She is almost naked!'

Andrea aimlessly wheeled the supermarket trolley up and down the shopping aisles. Slipping out of her functional cotton underwear, Andrea dressed herself in a half cup black Basque with red lace trimmings on the bra and at the skirt of the Basque, red decorative laces criss crossed the front. The walls of his bedroom, did not give any hint of his porn obsession, but the magazines he had tried to conceal from his mum did. There was a realistic chance everything for her daughter's wedding would be paid before time. But he had been happy. A repeat booking somehow made it personal.

Being a complete idiot, I could not get back into my old Xamphos account, so I now have a new one.

He is my husband, and this is just a spot of fun. All be sported, stockings, garter belts, with push up bras, micro miniskirts, high heels and heavy makeup.

'Rose who? Whose mother?'

'Mother! Rose?'

'Tim? I am your new maid. I am sorry this is awfully personal but are you in a relationship at the moment?'

'So shy, I never knew prostitutes were so coy. To go back and repeat. There is not a problem if you think you need more.'

Lucky days she thought. He had several married friends who had taken him into their social group.

He was a lovely man. A repeat booking somehow made it personal. She could not discuss it further now, so she stalled.

'Andrea this is my son. No wait! Look you are doing brilliant job. It is not what I wanted. There may be other chapters. Adele had tried different ways to raise the subject of the stains he was leaving; the too direct and obvious stares he made when around the opposite sex. He just needs, to go beyond the two dimensional images, that he is constantly masturbating to, and start to understand that sex is about a person, warmth, sharing. I...'

Lucky days she thought. Parts two and three have remained on my computer, dormant so to speak.

She had one lover her husband.

'Rose, what is it? I am shopping.' Andrea hissed strangely annoyed at the interruption.

Dear Reader. Had she bought everything she needed yet? All the time she had this feeling she was being watched. Now the reason for my call. Each time asking could he? Was this alright, that alright, until she had taken his hands and guided them across her semi naked body. 'Would you like to learn a little more about how wicked you can be and how much fun it could be? I can give you a very personal guide. To go back and repeat. There are some things...'

Walter had been her previous night's special. Thankfully it had only aroused something else in Peter.

She had a deadline and a budget and she was improving her chances of attaining it. You are not.

Now have fun with this fantasy.

'Okay. What Tim lacked was confidence and esteem. Adele was happy he felt this way, but she also knew of his problems too.

'Andrea. There may be other chapters. It had already been her husband Peter's lucky day, her guilt had meant she had treated him to one special meal and looking in her trolley she realised she had subconsciously been trying to compensate by adding some little luxuries as rewards for her husband's unwitting support. That was the way it would be.

'Rose. How was it? Harry just cannot stop talking about you. She was jostled by the other shoppers as they cut in taking items from the shelves, continuing their routine lives. So this is pretty much a one off situation. Perhaps experimenting with a few things, searching perhaps for a wicked lady who can perhaps teach you about some fleshy pleasures.'

Andrea looked around her. 'I am helping you. The money for her two appointments had been good.

'Mother! Rose?'

'You know you read the papers, see the films, and women that do this.

Andrea looked in the envelope. She was almost sad to leave him. That was the way it would be.

Andrea began to wonder why she had ever let Rose talk her into this brief dalliance with prostitution, and then she remembered the money. Does her...' ***** Dear Reader. Oh god she thought. Not at all. I hope there are not others because you will have to cancel them or maybe go into business for yourself.'

'Ready?' Adele called. How was it? Harry just cannot stop talking about you. No those were her rules. It hardly covered the knickers and left broad expanses of her naked thigh on the display. Once she had that money and fulfilled her promise to her daughter to pay for the wedding this would all stop. Tim blamed himself for his mother's relationship difficulties. But don't expect it so easy next time. Andrea stepped into the heels as Adele knocked the door.

Adele reached under Tim's bed and showed Andrea the pictures Tim had been looking at, she then turned on the computer and called back some of the recent films he had been viewing. It was spending some of the money she had earned which was supposedly reserved for her daughter's wedding. Luckily Tim was not at the same school as her son and was too young to have been known by her daughter. He was sexually frustrated and had taken to watching porn on the internet, and masturbating a little too regularly. He is my husband, and this is just a spot of fun. They all pictured ladies of a full figure, some in their late thirties many over forty or fifty years old. Minutes later young Tim entered the room.

'Know. He had been like a shy boy with her. Adele had hoped Tim would go to college or university he was bright, but despite good school reports his exam results failed him. Andrea had found a fancy dress shop when she had been out the previous day, and purchased a very short French Maid's dress in black, made of a thin satin. When Josh, Adele's latest man walked out on her, there was no choice other than for Tim to find work. Perhaps if we need to fill a slot we could consider a second opportunity. Despite the morality of her new profession the attention she had received; the fact that someone was prepared to pay for her body had absurdly boosted her own self esteem. 'I hope this will cover everything. Some children helpfully crashed trolleys into their parent's legs tgirl and other passing shoppers as they attempted to assist the adults so they could get and meet friends. I mean I have boys of Tim's age visit my home. She had one lover her husband. Being a complete idiot, I could not get back into my old Xamphos account, so I now have a new one. I hope some of you will enjoy the return. Some children helpfully crashed trolleys into their parent's legs and other passing shoppers as they attempted to assist the adults so they could get and meet friends. Andrea was shown into Tim's bedroom, he was not home yet. This by chance was similar to the kind of films Tim had been watching.

Andrea flushed. She had a deadline and a budget and she was improving her chances of attaining it.

It made everything so difficult. So here is Part 2 and Part 3 will follow. A gentle man. Adele had tried different ways to raise the subject of the stains he was leaving; the too direct and obvious stares he made when around the opposite sex. I thought you would be pleased. Perhaps experimenting with a few things, searching perhaps for a wicked lady who can perhaps teach you about some fleshy pleasures.'

'Rose. As a widower, he did not get out so much. She had relationships, she had friends, she had family, she had her hairdressing clients. He needed a release, a tutor; he needed a woman to take care of him. He wants a repeat booking. She wondered if the risk was worth her pride, but she could

not and would not go back on her promise. Andrea would have time to change into her sexy clothes before he arrived. Apology accepted. 'You have a daughter. She could not discuss it further now, so she stalled.

Adele slipped from her son's bedroom and Andrea set about her transformation. Oh god she thought.

Do not let me down, and get me into trouble.'

Adele reached under Tim's bed and showed Andrea the pictures Tim had been looking at, she then turned on the computer and called back some of the recent films he had been viewing. She made a note on the list to buy a lottery ticket. You have made what some would describe as an odd decision to help your son. But this.'

All of this Adele had first mentioned to Rose and she was now explaining to Andrea. Black French knickers with red ribbons slipped on next then lastly the tiny French Maid's dress. Like you I am mother too. She was almost sad to leave him. She was jostled by the other shoppers as they cut in taking items from the shelves, continuing their routine lives. At 19 his relationships had not lasted beyond a few kisses and some fumbled groping. Andrea checked herself, self praise and over estimated worth was not allowed. Well that would be a little lie because sometimes when out with my daughter we have joked about a lad's bum or his physique. It was Rose, Andrea eased into a quiet aisle to take the call.

She knew many would have thought it disgusting she had lain with a pensioner under the sheets, had his naked body spoon against her back. Having made the mental comparison, Andrea was almost ready to run back to her car. They all pictured ladies of a full figure, some in their late thirties many over forty or fifty years old. He had been like a shy boy with her. I think you could be good for him Andrea. Then I will bring him up if you are ready.'

'Twenty minutes.'

Andrea looked back at her list; the trolley appeared to be filling itself with the groceries for the week. I am surprised how conservative he was considering the price I paid.

Andrea could feel her cheeks glowing red from embarrassment. 'You have a daughter. I hope not a shock. No repeat bookings, no regular appointments. What was normal?

'Mum, who is this? She is amazing. This is a particular one off circumstance and the sooner it is sorted the better.' Andrea had feared the possibility of anyone wanting a second booking. I mean, I wouldn't let it get serious. Looked at Andrea again. Andrea also knew the pain of having a growing son, you wanted them to respect women, to treat them properly but you also wanted them to be a man too. As I will ever be thought Andrea. It is not what I wanted. She encouraged him to feel her curves, directed him to her breasts and growing nipples. He just needs, to go beyond the two dimensional images, that he is constantly masturbating to, and start to understand that sex is about a person, warmth, sharing. For this charade, there would be no pink. But perhaps you could start with Walter.'

There was a pause on the phone. Tim blamed himself for his mother's relationship difficulties. The one extra thing Adele explained was that he felt more comfortable around: To be polite, older women, as he mistrusted the girls closer to his age, with some reason, Josh, Adeles ex, had run off with the last girl Tim had been close to, she was 22 at the time Tim had been taking his exams.

'Okay. Adele herself was overtaken by the transformation; Andrea looked like she had just stepped

off of the page of one of Tim's porn magazines.

'Rose the priority has to be the new appointments.

'Ready?' Adele called. A quiet youth of 19, who had taken to working as a trainee manager at a local store, when Adele found herself alone after the breakup of her fourth relationship within the 19 years of Tim's life. Oh Andrea I cannot begin to...'

'Yes. I have been helping your mother tidy up and found that maybe you have been a naughty boy. I have never thought of them as anything other than nice lads. Much better than anything she could earn as a hairdresser. I have never thought of them as anything other than nice lads. The money was building nicely after just three appointments. You will come as a surprise to him. The same way he felt others saw him. My son is not much older than Tim, which is why I was hesitant, perhaps appeared a little distant when we spoke on the phone. No wait! Look you are doing brilliant job. Like entering a relationship.

Andrea aimlessly wheeled the supermarket trolley up and down the shopping aisles.

She knew many would have thought it disgusting she had lain with a pensioner under the sheets, had his naked body spoon against her back. I thought Harry. The one extra thing Adele explained was that he felt more comfortable around: To be polite, older women, as he mistrusted the girls closer to his age, with some reason, Josh, Adeles ex, had run off with the last girl Tim had been close to, she was 22 at the time Tim had been taking his exams.

Adele paused. Like you I am mother too. Now she was a desirable, attractive woman again, with suitors waiting for her body. She had deliberately put on a longer shapeless coat that hid her body and trousers underneath. This whole conversation was too uncomfortable to be held in the middle of a supermarket. Even so Andrea felt a little uncomfortable; this woman had obviously taken care of herself, spent some time at the gym and looked really pretty. Being a boys room there was no mirror, so Andrea had to use a little hand mirror to complete her makeup. I hope he is the young man, you think he is.

'Rose who? Whose mother?'

Walter had been her previous night's special. A gentle man. He needed a release, a tutor; he needed a woman to take care of him. At 19 his relationships had not lasted beyond a few kisses and some fumbled groping. She was booked out with appointments for a month and there was a waiting list. I hope not a shock. She then slipped on the black stockings anchoring them with the suspender straps hanging off the four corners of the Basque. When Josh, Adele's latest man walked out on her, there was no choice other than for Tim to find work. She felt a fat frump in comparison; Adele must have known someone at the gym who would have been more suitable for her son. She is almost naked!'

Dear Reader. She felt a fat frump in comparison; Adele must have known someone at the gym who would have been more suitable for her son. She wondered how many times she had been mentally stripped as she walked these aisles. Once she had that money and fulfilled her promise to her daughter to pay for the wedding this would all stop. One I can accept. I mean this honestly, you are just the person I wanted for my son.

'Very special pleasures.' Andrea ran her fingers across her exposed thigh, flicked the hem of her dress to flash her French knickers. Adele had tried different ways to raise the subject of the stains he was leaving; the too direct and obvious stares he made when around the opposite sex. Whilst she

had only had two 'special' customers, since extending her mobile hairdressing services to something more personal, her guilt made her feel everyone was judging and assessing her. She made a note on the list to buy a lottery ticket. Walter she had known for some time. But I have my big story to complete first. Tim by all accounts, was always polite, respectful around girls, but his hormones did mean he was easily aroused, easily teased, and very easily led by the flirts who took advantage of his situation. For this charade, there would be no pink. It was Rose, Andrea eased into a quiet aisle to take the call.

Andrea could feel her cheeks glowing red from embarrassment. She was auburn haired, much slimmer than Andrea, with a modest bust. Now she was a desirable, attractive woman again, with suitors waiting for her body. He will be so disappointed. No one knows Adele. He is so sweet and well alone.

'Ready?' Adele called. Each time asking could he? Was this alright, that alright, until she had taken his hands and guided them across her semi naked body. 'Would you like to learn a little more about how wicked you can be and how much fun it could be? I can give you a very personal guide. If she had to repeat her appointments, Walter would have to be first.

'Fleshy pleasures?' Tim stuttered. She was still dressed in her grey business suit, with navy blouse.

The one thing he failed at was making friends out of work, particularly girl friends. He had several married friends who had taken him into their social group. As always this is a work of fiction. She had deliberately put on a longer shapeless coat that hid her body and trousers underneath. I have a surprise for you, but you have to wait for a few minutes.' Adele pointed to her watch, as Andrea considered what she needed to do to transform from hairdresser to naughty French maid.

'Um well actually Andrea, I have already accepted another booking for Walter. Maybe, this would be her lucky day and salvage her pride in a less damaging way.

There was a cold note to the reply like a winter wind entering Andrea's ear. I am married, have been for a long time. The money for her two appointments had been good. I had not thought of them in any sexual way. Even so Andrea felt a little uncomfortable; this woman had obviously taken care of herself, spent some time at the gym and looked really pretty. I think you could be good for him Andrea. Well that would be a little lie because sometimes when out with my daughter we have joked about a lad's bum or his physique. He was sexually frustrated and had taken to watching porn on the internet, and masturbating a little too regularly. Her son looked flushed, embarrassed, confused but obviously excited. I must stress, to both you and Tim, what happens here, stays here.

Husbands and boyfriends were reluctant assistants, looking at the time, thinking of their dinner, before the game or that round of golf they had missed to keep the peace. You are pretty, you have the look of warmth about you, and I think he needs.' Adele handed Andrea an envelope. Instead, his eyes darted from her face, to her exposed cleavage, and down to the hem of the very short dress. He saw himself as the baggage in the corner. The key turned in the lock downstairs and they heard Tim come in. ***** Her mobile phone rang. Like you I am mother too. I understand what you want, and for that reason I will go through with this, for Tim, for you. I have a new story I am working on that encouraged me to revisit some of my previous work. Luckily Tim was not at the same school as her son and was too young to have been known by her daughter. 'You are well; don't be angry at this, but normal.'

She knew many would have thought it disgusting she had lain with a pensioner under the sheets, had his naked body spoon against her back. Then the devil inside her stirred and said but you are better than his wife.

Andrea stopped outside Adele's house as arranged on the Wednesday night.

'Got to run. She applied false red nails, darkened her eyes with mascara, and applied a deep rouge lip gloss. Parts two and three have remained on my computer, dormant so to speak. As always this is a work of fiction. How was it? Harry just cannot stop talking about you. Only Rose knew who the appointments were and when, she was told of her special at the end of each day. I...'

After 8 years away, I am ready to return to writing. Tim was happy with the situation, he was of an age where he needed to be responsible, to be the man of the house. Not at all. It was spending some of the money she had earned which was supposedly reserved for her daughter's wedding. The one thing he failed at was making friends out of work, particularly girl friends. There may be other chapters. I hope there are not others because you will have to cancel them or maybe go into business for yourself.'

There was a pause on the phone. I hope he is the young man, you think he is. He wants a repeat booking. He could have done that with me, well actually he has and...'

After 8 years away, I am ready to return to writing. Andrea had found a fancy dress shop when she had been out the previous day, and purchased a very short French Maid's dress in black, made of a thin satin. If you are unhappy with the schedule I can leave it with you.'

Those of you who previously read my stories will be familiar with the original Cut and BJ story and Andrea's tentative steps into sex work. Does her...'

Andrea began to wonder why she had ever let Rose talk her into this brief dalliance with prostitution, and then she remembered the money. You have made what some would describe as an odd decision to help your son. No repeat bookings, no regular appointments. Happier than she had known him since his wife was alive. As I will ever be thought Andrea. Harry needs me in the bedroom. Again the pangs of conscience crept in, what would Peter do or say if he knew? How would her family feel if they knew how she had paid for the wedding? These conflicting thoughts were distracting her so much, she wondered if she would ever get to leave the supermarket with a trolley full of the things she needed.

Adele Stephens, from the Estate Agency, was a single parent and mother to Tim Stephens. That way nothing was written down, nothing could be seen in her diary, it was Andrea's added piece of security. Andrea sucked in her tummy as she secured the clasps at the back. It had already been her husband Peter's lucky day, her guilt had meant she had treated him to one special meal and looking in her trolley she realised she had subconsciously been trying to compensate by adding some little luxuries as rewards for her husband's unwitting support. She wondered how many times she had been mentally stripped as she walked these aisles. Like entering a relationship. Maybe, this would be her lucky day and salvage her pride in a less damaging way.

'Yes. You will come as a surprise to him. I have a surprise for you, but you have to wait for a few minutes.' Adele pointed to her watch, as Andrea considered what she needed to do to transform from hairdresser to naughty French maid.

'Mum I'm home.' Adele held her finger to her lips indicating that Andrea should be quiet. I mean I

have boys of Tim's age visit my home. Looked at Andrea again. But then most bureaucratic organisations never gave people the support they truly needed, only what was politically correct at the time. This was supposed to be a discrete arrangement.

The phone went dead and the family walked past, the husband giving Andrea a strangely familiar look. So here is Part 2 and Part 3 will follow. Much better than anything she could earn as a hairdresser. The walls of his bedroom, did not give any hint of his porn obsession, but the magazines he had tried to conceal from his mum did. She was surprised to learn from Rose, (her new booking agent or was that pimp) how many men had studied her full ass in her trousers. It may sound stupid but don't hurt him. Always practice safe sex, and wear protection. Not physically, but he has had a lot nasty comments from girls in the past. I am sorry this is awfully personal but are you in a relationship at the moment?'

'You know you read the papers, see the films, and women that do this. Minutes later young Tim entered the room.

Prior to this venture, her life had spread before her, as a maturing mother, waiting to be a grandmother. What Tim lacked was confidence and esteem. She is almost naked!'

Adele did not know what to say. This whole conversation was too uncomfortable to be held in the middle of a supermarket. What Tim lacked was confidence and esteem. It had already been her husband Peter's lucky day, her guilt had meant she had treated him to one special meal and looking in her trolley she realised she had subconsciously been trying to compensate by adding some little luxuries as rewards for her husband's unwitting support. I think I can trust you. He is emotionally tender. In years gone by she had permed Miriam, Walter's late wife, hair. Adele had made the arrangements, so she could give Andrea a chance to see something of Tim's fantasies. Explained he only really wanted to touch her, hold her beneath the covers of his bed. 'Would you like to learn a little more about how wicked you can be and how much fun it could be? I can give you a very personal guide. No those were her rules. Having made the mental comparison, Andrea was almost ready to run back to her car. She also considered it might be giving out warning signs that she was up to something. You are pretty, you have the look of warmth about you, and I think he needs.' Adele handed Andrea an envelope. Thankfully it had only aroused something else in Peter. Despite the morality of her new profession the attention she had received; the tranny webcam fact that someone was prepared to pay for her body had absurdly boosted her own self esteem. He needed a release, a tutor; he needed a woman to take care of him. I must stress, to both you and Tim, what happens here, stays here. You are pretty, you have the look of warmth about you, and I think he needs.' Adele handed Andrea an envelope. Now the reason for my call. Whilst she had only had two 'special' customers, since extending her mobile hairdressing services to something more personal, her guilt made her feel everyone was judging and assessing her. I hope not a shock. The money was building nicely after just three appointments. I am surprised how conservative he was considering the price I paid.

After 8 years away, I am ready to return to writing. She wondered if the risk was worth her pride, but she could not and would not go back on her promise. It may sound stupid but don't hurt him.

Looked at Andrea again. Andrea checked herself, self praise and over estimated worth was not allowed. She could not discuss it further now, so she stalled.

'I'll go down then come back up to check on you. I...'

'No Rose! No! No! No! You made the deal; it would be a one off arrangement only.

Andrea looked anxiously around wondering who might else be hearing Rose's description of her marital sex.

Adele Stephens, from the Estate Agency, was a single parent and mother to Tim Stephens. Being a boys room there was no mirror, so Andrea had to use a little hand mirror to complete her makeup. I would not want to be the one to prove you wrong.'

After 8 years away, I am ready to return to writing. It was Sunday her one day of rest. If she had to repeat her appointments, Walter would have to be first.

Andrea flushed. Andrea checked herself, self praise and over estimated worth was not allowed. Once she had that money and fulfilled her promise to her daughter to pay for the wedding this would all stop. It made everything so difficult. Andrea was pleased to see the youth had not turned away from her, something she had feared. The same way he felt others saw him. Then she thought 'poor bugger maybe he does need me'. I have something that needs to be handled quickly. He visited family and would go for an occasional drink with friends. I hope some of you will enjoy the return. Always practice safe sex, and wear protection. A family were heading Andrea's way she needed to complete the call, but she also needed to know Rose was still helping her.

Andrea looked back at her list; the trolley appeared to be filling itself with the groceries for the week. Perhaps if we need to fill a slot we could consider a second opportunity. Do not let me down, and get me into trouble.'

'Andrea. I think I can trust you. She thought she had been modest conservative, but any item that was remotely shaped to her body inspired the male imagination. Slipping out of her functional cotton underwear, Andrea dressed herself in a half cup black Basque with red lace trimmings on the bra and at the skirt of the Basque, red decorative laces criss crossed the front. If you are unhappy with the schedule I can leave it with you.'

Adele Stephens, from the Estate Agency, was a single parent and mother to Tim Stephens. I have been helping your mother tidy up and found that maybe you have been a naughty boy. No one knows Adele. There is not a problem if you think you need more.'

'I'll go down then come back up to check on you. I have a family I love and like you, will do anything for; to give them the best. Tim blamed himself for his mother's relationship difficulties. But she also realised she was quite vulnerable at the moment. But the one thing he could not find was intimacy.

Not the lustful, passionate, forceful intimacy many expected from a prostitute. Then I will bring him up if you are ready.'

Andrea looked in the envelope. Well that would be a little lie because sometimes when out with my daughter we have joked about a lad's bum or his physique. Someone who has experience of sex without being off-putting. It was Rose, Andrea eased into a quiet aisle to take the call.

Andrea looked back at her list; the trolley appeared to be filling itself with the groceries for the week. Your Wednesday appointment, his mother will ring you to discuss it.'

'Mum I'm home.' Adele held her finger to her lips indicating that Andrea should be quiet. This gave her self confidence an amazing lift. Andrea feared Rose had rung off. But this.'

'Andrea. What was normal?

'Rose. One I can accept. Each time asking could he? Was this alright, that alright, until she had taken his hands and guided them across her semi naked body. Thankfully it had only aroused something else in Peter.

There was a cold note to the reply like a winter wind entering Andrea's ear. She made a note on the list to buy a lottery ticket. But I have my big story to complete first. He continued to have Andrea cut his hair. I understand what you want, and for that reason I will go through with this, for Tim, for you.

All be sported, stockings, garter belts, with push up bras, micro miniskirts, high heels and heavy makeup.

Husbands and boyfriends were reluctant assistants, looking at the time, thinking of their dinner, before the game or that round of golf they had missed to keep the peace. Like I said I am in the middle of a supermarket on a SUN... Andrea would have time to change into her sexy clothes before he arrived. 'I hope this will cover everything. It was Sunday her one day of rest. I have never thought of them as anything other than nice lads. At 19 his relationships had not lasted beyond a few kisses and some fumbled groping. Only Rose knew who the appointments were and when, she was told of her special at the end of each day. He had been like a shy boy with her. Like I said I am in the middle of a supermarket on a SUN... I think I can trust you. Not physically, but he has had a lot nasty comments from girls in the past. Always practice safe sex, and wear protection. In years gone by she had permed Miriam, Walter's late wife, hair. Luckily it has made him so horny I have barely been able to keep my clothes on. He will be so disappointed. 'You are well; don't be angry at this, but normal.'

'Very special pleasures.' Andrea ran her fingers across her exposed thigh, flicked the hem of her dress to flash her French knickers. Andrea also knew the pain of having a growing son, you wanted them to respect women, to treat them properly but you also wanted them to be a man too. I have a family I love and like you, will do anything for; to give them the best