DannyBoyUK
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Ian Bailey never got hold of many porn mags. He was too young to buy - and looked even younger.
So the "contact mag" he had found on the bus was a rare treat. He had not realised that the contents were not really lonely hearts in search of companionship but an alternative form of advertising for hookers who did not want to risk street-life.
There were one or two small pictures - mildly worthy of a wank in some cases.
Then one of the text ad's caught his eye.
"Blonde mid-30s single parent available for fun. Daytime preferably, night-times by prior arrangement......"
No picture but then again there did not need to be !! Ian blinked with disbelief as he saw the contact telephone number -
"Call me on 09*** 456*** - Suzy"
It was a number he knew only too well. The telephone number of his own house. And his mom was indeed called Susan !
This was a chance too good to miss out on. For over a year, his mother had been his dream-woman but he had never dared to make a move. Now he saw his chance !
Brrr Brr Brr Brr - he stood in the call box around the corner from home waiting for an answer.
And then it came
"Hello" purred the all-too-familiar voice of his mother.
Disguisng his voice Ian began "Hello. Suzy - I read your advert and would like to meet up"
So the "contact mag" he had found on the bus was a rare treat. He had not realised that the contents were not really lonely hearts in search of companionship but an alternative form of advertising for hookers who did not want to risk street-life.
There were one or two small pictures - mildly worthy of a wank in some cases.
Then one of the text ad's caught his eye.
"Blonde mid-30s single parent available for fun. Daytime preferably, night-times by prior arrangement......"
No picture but then again there did not need to be !! Ian blinked with disbelief as he saw the contact telephone number -
"Call me on 09*** 456*** - Suzy"
It was a number he knew only too well. The telephone number of his own house. And his mom was indeed called Susan !
This was a chance too good to miss out on. For over a year, his mother had been his dream-woman but he had never dared to make a move. Now he saw his chance !
Brrr Brr Brr Brr - he stood in the call box around the corner from home waiting for an answer.
And then it came
"Hello" purred the all-too-familiar voice of his mother.
Disguisng his voice Ian began "Hello. Suzy - I read your advert and would like to meet up"