A Lusty Lineage: on MILFS and their Escort Daughters
My mom was an escort and worked hard to provide a life different from her own for her daughter. How does she feel about my work now?
I’m coming off a two-week trip to the last frontier; part of which was with my seasoned and resourceful outdoorsy best friend, and my mother; a small Asian woman whose idea of hiking boots is a knee-high riding boot with a modest two inch heel. However, my mother is tough in her own ways and met the challenges of the far north with enthusiasm and determination.
It’s very rare I get to spend so much time with my mother doing something *I* enjoy. Most of our time together I am very happy (and very lucky) to be able to take the backseat and become her ‘Asian boyfriend’ as she affectionately calls me. I dutifully pull out my card when needed to pay for her lunches, her fancy coffees, her shopping trips, and follow her around the city without complaint; agreeing with her small and obvious observations about the hustle and bustle of midtown, saying such things as ‘I totally agree, the pho here is outrageously overpriced,’ and ‘the chicken rice is much better in Queens but it’s gonna take us ages to get there so how about we just get a doughnut instead.’ This vacation was, in part, an early birthday present for her, and escorting holds the unique position of allowing me to buy her a vintage Louis Vuitton in Skagway of all places, an Alaskan town with a population of 1,000 people and has more bars per capita than I’ve ever seen before in my life.
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