My mother saw me

At 25, I was still a virgin and had decided to lose my virginity. I still lived with my parents and had started my own career. Never good with girls, I saw using a hooker as my only chance to lose my virginity. My family is well off financially, and so am I. I went to where the hookers plied their trade, an area of town I usually never went near. It was late afternoon, but there were some hookers there, and as I built up my nerve to approach one. Police came patrolling through; unknown to me, my mother (51) was nearby and saw me. She was there, seeing a business owner who used her law firm's services. She also saw who I was watching: the hookers, and realized why I was there. I decided to go home, as the police were hanging around, and I would try again another day. At dinner that evening, my mother told my father (56) the police had started another crackdown on the street girls. He is the local district attorney; I think it was more to deter me than to inform my father, who just nodded. The following Saturday I was home; my mother came at lunchtime, and my father was playing golf as usual. As we were alone together, my mother decided it was time we talked. She told me she had seen me and she knew what I was doing there. Shocked at first, I told her why I was there, and she just listened. Then told me about the risks of using hookers and the legal risks as well. Also, the damage it would do to my father's career if I was caught with a hooker. I just nodded and thought I should try another state or country. But my mother decided I should learn from her and lose my virginity to her. Two reasons: first, my father wasn't doing much in the bedroom, and secondly, I was her son; it would be safer with her than with a hooker. I was shocked, of course, but I got a hard-on anyway; first, we showered together. Then we went to my room to have sex. We had sex once after some awkwardness, and then showered together again. I wasn't a virgin anymore; I didn't expect us to have sex again. But my mother enjoyed our sexual act. My father's lack of interest in sex continued, so the following Saturday she asked if I wanted another lesson; of course, I did. Our sexual relationship continued thereafter; even if my father had sex with her, she would still have sex with me. My confidence with women improved; I started asking them out, got refusals and a couple of acceptances. No lover yet, but I still have my mother.