The 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