PART I: A proud mother

At the age of 38, I’m the proud mom of two wonderfully handsome, sweet and intelligent boys who are 18 and 19 years old. Despite of my age, I still have a very sexy figure. I get flattered one time when my older son bragged about me to his friends: “my mommy is just so sexy that she doesn’t looks like a mom of two boys. … My mom is the kind of woman I want my future wife to be.”

Well, I keep myself fit by exercising regularly and I do facial every night. That, and also because I used to work as a bikini model prior to my marriage. I had also wanted to become an actress, but instead, I got married.

After I divorced, I thought about going back into doing what I always dreamed of doing, but sadly, I have already passed the prime of my youth and given how competitive those younger, hotter women are, I know I would just never be able to make it.

And just like most failed actresses, I ended up working as a prostitute in a fetish lounge, catering to men’s wildest and sickest desires, renouncing all my dignity and exposing my most shameful inner self to them.

The dress code at the place where I worked was wearing string bikini. We danced to entertain our customers. It was like a strip club, except that hardcore sex was allowed in a private lounge. You have to pay extra to go into the private lounge and once inside all women have to strips completely naked for the guests. As per the club’s very strict policies I was not allowed to refuse the advance of my guests after I agreed to their terms and conditions.

Our guests were ultra wealthy individuals and I have heard from other working girls that one time, a guest had ordered a working girl killed because she didn’t obey exactly what he asked, and the news was all over the internet. The killer escaped to some country in Latin America and to this day, the crime was unresolved.

I had the honor of being ordered to serve inside the private lounge a few times, and one customer, in particular, told me that he was going to give me more money if I would fuck my own son in front of him …

PART II: A proud mother humiliated

I still vividly remember the day when my son accompanied me for the interview. I was nervous, and I was clinging to him for support as we stepped through the ornate golden lintel.

A tall, bold white guy in his 60s strutted out, rudely introduced himself as “the big boss”, and asked me to wait along with other women who were all standing outside by the wall of the corridor for their interview. And looking at the other girls instantly made me feel inferior, because nearly all of them were young Caucasian females and they were gorgeous. They were all 18 to 19 years old, the same age as my son. They were slim, their hair soft and blonde, and their eyes bright and sparkling with sexiness.

A few minutes later another man, who called himself “the manager”, came out and examined each woman one by one. When he got to me, he asked me: “Who you brought with you?”

I said “He is my son and he insisted to see my work place and interview” and the manager was fine with it.

The manager went back into the room and then out again and this time he came directly to me and he gave me a red micro string bikini that consisted of just a few ropes and strands, and he told me I had to go inside the room, in front of all the men sitting there, wearing this bikini and this was their club’s official bikini uniform.

I looked around and asked the manager where was the changing room and the manager snickered and said, “Changing room are for white women only. Asian women change on the spot. Strip right here and change.”

My heart sank and I became even more self conscious. Suddenly, recollections of my childhood, my traumatic past flashed before me. I had thought that I had finally escaped, but here I was, yet again, being faced with what scared me the most. Thankfully my son was with me, and my son was more white-passing than I am.

I stripped off and stood naked before everyone and now all the white women were looking at me and laughing. I’m now much older and as I got older, I started to look more Asian and even though I’m way curvier than most Asian women, compared to white women, I felt so much less than fully human.

I put on that micro string bikini and I felt more naked wearing it. My son stared and gawked at me and mused out loud: “Damn! You look so sexy.” My son’s kind words instantly made me feel better about myself, and I smiled to myself and I thought, what am I going to do without my son! He is the apple of my eye, and the love of my life, and he is my best friend in the world!

My nipples were barely covered by the thin fabric and the string connecting her bottom disappeared completely into my ass crack and as I walked, I held my head high, knowing that, at least, my son will always find me sexy.

And seeing my son’s innocent expression, and his hands covering his pants, I smiled coyly and shyly, thinking to myself, “My son is becoming a man,” and this made me feel proud.

Yet my pride and confidence was short lived, as I heard some girl muttering, “Can’t believe this bitch brought her son to the interview. What a slut.” Another girl chimed, “Chink!”

I stood there hot faced, barefoot, my son holding onto my clothes and shoes, and we waited …

PART III: First interview

Eventually my turn came and I went inside the room along with my son. There were total of ten club members acting as judges inside the room and all of them were middle aged white men, and in the middle of the judging table sat the big boss and next to him was the manager.

They asked me to introduce myself. I said, “I’m just a regular mom. This is my son. I used to work as a bikini model. I have years of experience as a dancer …”

When my son was mentioned, one of the judge looked over at my son and said: “boy you really got a very sexy mama, you should be proud of it.” And I beamed with pride.

My son was sitting on the sofa by the door and they told mom to do some ramp walk and asked me to change into a pair of ridiculous high heels which made my boobs juggle and my hips sway.

They then asked me to perform my dance moves and they specifically asked me to do twerking dance and as I did it as I was told. And when I turned around I saw my on’s face flushing bright red and there was a big tent pitching in his pants.

Afterward I was asked to remove her high heels and I was ordered crawl on top of the judging table and the judges caressed my body.

PART III: Second Interview

I thought they were done with me but then the manager said, “Very well. Now we proceed to the second round.” And a blonde female came in rolling a cart and on top of the cart was a dildo attached to a steel bar, a set of nipple clamps, a dog collar and a leash.

My eyes got big when I saw those objects and one the judges said, “the second round of the interview we need to know how much experience you have with sex and if you are comfortable with it.”

I begged, “Can we not do it in front of my son?”

So the judge told my son to “Get out! We’re going to fuck your mother!” Hearing this, my son shamefacedly got up and walked out.

Once my son out of the room, I was ordered to strip out of my bikini. The dildo was placed between my feet and I squatted down and inserted myself on top of it. Then the blonde girl attached nipple clamps, dog collar and leash around my neck. I was ordered to put my hands behind my head like I was being interrogated. Then the judge told me, “Now I want you to re-introduce youself.”

I started muttering, “I … I’m just a regular mom …”

“No! You are a slut. And a chink. Say that.”

Tears were not on the brink of my eyes. I said, “I’m a chink. I’m a slut.”

“And why are you?”

“I’m … I’m here … to provide pleasure and entertainment …”

After I said that, the judges got up from their table and walked toward me. I was apprehensive, but I also knew that it was inevitable. They walked to where I was squatting, and they took out their fully engorged cocks and surrounded me. At the sight of their hardened cock, I said to myself, “Good, that means my interview is going well.”

PART IV: Second Interview Accomplished

I had one guy’s cock inside my mouth when I heard the door being opened and when I tried to look back to see who it was, the guy whose cock was in my mouth slapped my face and told me to “Concentrate, slut!” Then another judge looked to the door and shouted:” You are extremely lucky to get such a sexy Asian mom like her! “

All the other judges laughed and then I heard my son’s voice, “Yeah I do.” And then the whole room burst out in laughter. “Now, get the hell out of here. We are not done with your mom yet. ”

“Will you let us know when you are done?”

“Yes! Now get out!” And the room was filled with laughter again.

I took turns sucking their cock and swallowing their cum and they played with my tits, my ass, and rubbed my clit and even stuck fingers inside my ass. And after all this they finalized me to be “premium quality meat”.

And finally! The judges, with their balls drained, told me, “Congratulations! Your interview is complete and you are welcome to onboard as soon as you are ready.”

Very eagerly I replied, “I’m ready today!” The big boss nodded and said “You can start working today immediately.”

The manager went out and gave my son some free club passes and asked him to “come to the club again soon, boy! And see how your mom work with the guests and encourage her to keep it up. ”

That day I did not go back home with my son. I stayed in the club. After my interview, I immediately started training with other girls for some big party that was going to happen later that day. I was excited, because the club was very exclusive and most of the members were multimillionaires and even billionaires. As a woman, I felt proud to be able to serve those exceptional men and it didn’t really matter that they humiliated me, degraded me, and showed nothing but contempt for me. In fact, it made me horny, knowing that I was the plaything for those powerful men.

Later that day I performed a lesbian scene with another girl, dance naked on a strip pole, and ended my shift with an double penetration scene with two other girls who were wearing strap-ons. It was my initiation rite, they told me.

But before all that had started, that day, I pulled a towel from the rack off the wall, wrapped it around myself and ran toward my son who was standing outside the room and was waving me goodbye. With tears in my eyes I hugged him, gave him a big, wet kiss on his cheek and said, “See you tonight at home babe.”

PART V: Fucking my own son for my customers.

One of the judges said that in terms of looks, I may be considered mediocre, mediocre compared to all the other gorgeous girls who worked at the club, but the reason why I was hired, is because of my son. My son is a full grown white man, a 19 year old white man, and he said that there are clients who are willing to fuck big bucks to “see you fuck your own son” and that was why I was hired.

I was told that in order to look natural, I had to go home and practice …