Employee Two - Sex Stories

Employee Two

... refused to pay and was shot in the process."

She paused to let me process what she had told me. My eyes filled with tears as she continued.

"We tried to shield the business from both of you. We lived in a modest house, and we had people to help run the business so we could be home when you both needed us. Dylan found out about everything before I could stop him. He left home that night; I didn't lie to you about that. What I never told you was that several months later, he was arrested for killing the man police thought shot your father."

Tears flowed down my face. I closed my eyes tightly as I recalled how wrong I was about every single thing in my life. I shook my head, outwardly begging her to stop talking. Inside, I was pleading to know more.

"He was in jail for a long time but was released because of our influence in this city. Between his time out on the streets and in jail, he was able to put the pieces together and found out how I was involved in this business. I told him every detail. Instead of being mad at me, he wanted to take his father's place. Since then, I signed the entire operation over to him."

"Stop," I cried softly. "I can't do this right now."

"Honey, youneed to do this. It's time you knew everything. I never wanted this for you, but you never backed away from anything. This is the moment when we have to rip the band aid off, okay? Don't back away now."

"Mom," I sobbed quietly, begging again for her to stop.

"Dylan has missed ...

... you so much, but it was too hard for him to come home. Even at my insistence, he wanted you to find your way in the world away from this place. He never wanted you to walk into this building and neither did I. I wanted to give you all the money I could to keep you from places like this but you're smart and you would have known something was up."

I heard every word she said, but only one thing was focused in my mind.

"I had sex with him, Mom," I whimpered.

She got up and approached me. She put her hands on my shoulders, pushed my head up, and looked me in the eye.

"I know honey, he told you he wasn't going to treat you any different than the other girls, didn't he?"

I nodded.

"How did you feel doing that?"

Her tone changed and it calmed me almost instantly. My world was shaken, and she became the pillar that held me up as she had done my entire life.

I slowly calmed my emotions as I thought about what she asked me. Before all of that, I didn't care much for the idea of sex after my only experiences were awful ones for me. The problem was that Dylan was different. His cock was certainly better than the others, but I enjoyed performing for him. That idea upset me all over again. I remembered being angry at my brother all those years ago and thinking that the world only thought I was good for whoring, but I began to believe that it was something I could truly be good at.

"I liked performing for him," I told her honestly.

Mom smiled slightly at my ...