The Part-time Momster Escort

>it's that time again
>you're sitting in a small room wearing a baggy, wrinkled sweater
>the room is stuffy and reeks of artificial aromatics
>you're tense, unbelievably tense
>you're about to stand up when she enters the room
>it's time
>she's a tall, slightly plump Holstaur
>her hips must've been stuffed into her dress because it looks close to bursting at the seams
>she sits in front of you and takes your hand into hers, looking at you with her flush and excited face
>she wants to hear you say it
>you gulp
>"How are you... Mom?"
>she prickles slightly, and you clear your throat
>"I'm sorry... Mommy?"
>She tries to contain a giddy squeal of excitement and covers her face with her hands
>she doesn't rape you, or grab your junk, or do anything sexual at all really
>Every time you call the holstaur "Mom" or "Mommy" she looks overwhelmed with joy
>you tell her she looks beautiful, and she's aged like fine wine, and she's a real MILF
>it's all technically true
>each time she looks like she'll cry from happiness
>you get ready to go after a while
>she pays you $300 for the hour of attention
>she bashfully offers you another $100 if you'll kiss her with tongue
>you do it even though it makes you uncomfortable, and when you're close you can hear her heart thundering in her chest
>you leave, and only then notice your erection
>ohno.wav
>you're starting to be into this roleplay, too