24-12-2021, 12:22 PM
For one, that's not my style. I never force sex on a woman, especially a woman I care about. And my mom and I have always been real close. I didn't want to jeopardize that closeness by forcing her into a sexual relationship.
For another, my mom is a genuinely nice person, someone who is fun to be around, and it wouldn't be right to coerce her into sex. Maybe if she'd been a bitch, I might have considered it, but she's very down-to-earth, very real.
Finally, I wanted her to enjoy me every bit as much as I wanted to enjoy her. I had a gut feeling that once we took the plunge and did it, that it would be spectacular, but only if she went into it as a willing partner.
As I lay there, I realized that the only way to go was the direct approach. Subtlety has never been my forte, and I figured that the best way to seduce my mother would be to go back to Headlights - alone - present myself, and let her take it from there.
As it happened, spring break was coming up in a couple of weeks, and I decided that was when I'd make my move. Usually, I went to Padre Island with my friends to drink beer and chase girls, but I chose to stay home this time, and see how it went with my mom. My buddies thought I was crazy, but I figured that if I played my cards right, I'd be swimming in the best pussy in Houston, without all the time and expense of going to Padre.
The following Monday, I called my mom. She was pleasantly surprised when I told her I'd decided to spend the break at home.
It's too bad that Debbie's spring break is this week," Mom said, referring to my sister. "We could have taken a little trip somewhere. You'd think these colleges would all take the same week off, but noooo."
The sexy trill of my mom's laughter raised goose bumps all over my body, that, and the knowledge that my stick-in-the-mud sister would off at college during the day, leaving Mom and I alone in the house. The very thought made my cock twitch.
I returned home the Friday afternoon before spring break with a huge load of laundry, and shaky nerves. I hadn't touched my dick since the night two weeks earlier when I had learned the truth about my mother's job, and I was supremely horny.
Mom looked positively radiant as she greeted me with a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. I tried not to let my arousal show, but it was tough. We chatted, and, as always, she asked me about my love life. I told her that I had been lying low for awhile, but that I had my eye on someone, and that I was going to make a move real soon.
"Good, you need a girlfriend," Mom said. "You seem to behave better when you have a steady girl than when you don't."
"Oh Mom, you know my friends are just fun-lovin' guys," I said, in mock indignation. "We just like to have a few brews and look at pretty women."
Mom kind of looked at me funny, like she was going to ask me something, then thought better of it.
"Well, I guess I'd better get ready for work," she said with a sigh.
I stayed home alone that Friday night and did my laundry, although I did talk to a couple of friends on the phone. I was invited to a party for the next night, but begged off, saying I had a date.
I went out the next day, got my hair cut, and bought a new shirt. I had decided that I was going to dress to impress that night. I got back just about the time Mom got up after sleeping all day. I fixed her coffee, and helped her get going.
Later, as she got came down for dinner, before leaving for work, I had to whistle at her in admiration. She was dressed in a pair of tight leather pants, a tight tank-top and a light leather jacket that matched her pants. God, she looked sexy!
"So what are your plans for the night?" she asked me as we ate.
"I don't know, probably hit a couple of clubs," I said. "Nothing major."
My heart was in my throat as we chatted. With any luck, by this time the next day, I was hoping to have thoroughly fucked my mother's smoking-hot pussy, and I was unusually nervous. I sat across from her as we ate, and once I thought she gave me a disconcerting look, and another time we looked up at the same time and just sort of stared at each other for maybe a second or two.
Mom gave all of us a quick kiss as she left. My dad then retreated to his back room, where he keeps a fairly elaborate model train collection. I told you he is fascinated with engineering, and designing and maintaining a model railroad is one of the things he does for recreation.
Personally, I think it's nuts, but I would never tell him that. My dad and I are not close at all, but he's a nice guy who's always treated me decently, so I wouldn't do anything to hurt his feelings. Well, anything except fuck his wife, my mother, but those are two completely different issues.
After awhile, I began to get ready to go out. I showered, shaved, put on some enticing cologne and dressed. I'm usually of the casual college when I go out, preferring jeans, tennis shoes and non-dress shirts.
But for this night, I dressed up. I wore a pair of snug slacks, my best pair of loafers - with socks - my new shirt, a white collarless button-down, and a dress jacket. On the way out of the neighborhood, I stopped at an ATM and got some cash. I figured I'd need about $1,000 to do what I wanted that night.
One advantage of my dad's job is that he can afford to let me have a debit card. I learned the hard way as a freshman how easy it is to get carried away using a credit card, and I spent the whole summer working my ass off at a refinery just to make enough money to pay my dad back for what I'd spent during the college year.
So I'd been pretty careful with it this college year, but this was a special occasion. I arrived at Headlights about 10 p.m., and the place was packed. The same bouncer was there, and we spoke briefly as I went in.
At first, there was no place to sit by the stage, so I just stood in the bar and watched while I nursed a couple of beers. I'd been there about 20 minutes when "Dana" came out, and my heart skipped a beat. She did the same highly-charged, hugely erotic show she'd done on my previous visit, and I could feel my groin tingling.
I had greased the palm of the hostess to give me the first available seat by the stage, and after another 20 minutes or so, a seat came open. I was seated right in front where my mom couldn't miss me. I felt a huge sense of amusement at what would go through her head when she saw me there.
After two other girls had come out and done their shows, the emcee once again, introduced, "the ever-popular Dana!"
This time she came out in some kind of scarf get-up, with one tied tightly around her chest, and another, larger one wrapped around her waist as a kind of skirt. The music was slow and sultry, and she swayed sexily to the beat.
I sat back in my chair, took a big swig of my beer, and as she went to untie the scarf from around her tits, her gaze swept the room, and she saw me. Her eyes got wide as she saw me sitting there, and she even stopped for just a heartbeat, but she's a pro, and she quickly recovered her composure. She even made an elaborate show of twirling the scarf off her chest as she danced right in front of me, exposing her tits to my gaze.
For another, my mom is a genuinely nice person, someone who is fun to be around, and it wouldn't be right to coerce her into sex. Maybe if she'd been a bitch, I might have considered it, but she's very down-to-earth, very real.
Finally, I wanted her to enjoy me every bit as much as I wanted to enjoy her. I had a gut feeling that once we took the plunge and did it, that it would be spectacular, but only if she went into it as a willing partner.
As I lay there, I realized that the only way to go was the direct approach. Subtlety has never been my forte, and I figured that the best way to seduce my mother would be to go back to Headlights - alone - present myself, and let her take it from there.
As it happened, spring break was coming up in a couple of weeks, and I decided that was when I'd make my move. Usually, I went to Padre Island with my friends to drink beer and chase girls, but I chose to stay home this time, and see how it went with my mom. My buddies thought I was crazy, but I figured that if I played my cards right, I'd be swimming in the best pussy in Houston, without all the time and expense of going to Padre.
The following Monday, I called my mom. She was pleasantly surprised when I told her I'd decided to spend the break at home.
It's too bad that Debbie's spring break is this week," Mom said, referring to my sister. "We could have taken a little trip somewhere. You'd think these colleges would all take the same week off, but noooo."
The sexy trill of my mom's laughter raised goose bumps all over my body, that, and the knowledge that my stick-in-the-mud sister would off at college during the day, leaving Mom and I alone in the house. The very thought made my cock twitch.
I returned home the Friday afternoon before spring break with a huge load of laundry, and shaky nerves. I hadn't touched my dick since the night two weeks earlier when I had learned the truth about my mother's job, and I was supremely horny.
Mom looked positively radiant as she greeted me with a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. I tried not to let my arousal show, but it was tough. We chatted, and, as always, she asked me about my love life. I told her that I had been lying low for awhile, but that I had my eye on someone, and that I was going to make a move real soon.
"Good, you need a girlfriend," Mom said. "You seem to behave better when you have a steady girl than when you don't."
"Oh Mom, you know my friends are just fun-lovin' guys," I said, in mock indignation. "We just like to have a few brews and look at pretty women."
Mom kind of looked at me funny, like she was going to ask me something, then thought better of it.
"Well, I guess I'd better get ready for work," she said with a sigh.
I stayed home alone that Friday night and did my laundry, although I did talk to a couple of friends on the phone. I was invited to a party for the next night, but begged off, saying I had a date.
I went out the next day, got my hair cut, and bought a new shirt. I had decided that I was going to dress to impress that night. I got back just about the time Mom got up after sleeping all day. I fixed her coffee, and helped her get going.
Later, as she got came down for dinner, before leaving for work, I had to whistle at her in admiration. She was dressed in a pair of tight leather pants, a tight tank-top and a light leather jacket that matched her pants. God, she looked sexy!
"So what are your plans for the night?" she asked me as we ate.
"I don't know, probably hit a couple of clubs," I said. "Nothing major."
My heart was in my throat as we chatted. With any luck, by this time the next day, I was hoping to have thoroughly fucked my mother's smoking-hot pussy, and I was unusually nervous. I sat across from her as we ate, and once I thought she gave me a disconcerting look, and another time we looked up at the same time and just sort of stared at each other for maybe a second or two.
Mom gave all of us a quick kiss as she left. My dad then retreated to his back room, where he keeps a fairly elaborate model train collection. I told you he is fascinated with engineering, and designing and maintaining a model railroad is one of the things he does for recreation.
Personally, I think it's nuts, but I would never tell him that. My dad and I are not close at all, but he's a nice guy who's always treated me decently, so I wouldn't do anything to hurt his feelings. Well, anything except fuck his wife, my mother, but those are two completely different issues.
After awhile, I began to get ready to go out. I showered, shaved, put on some enticing cologne and dressed. I'm usually of the casual college when I go out, preferring jeans, tennis shoes and non-dress shirts.
But for this night, I dressed up. I wore a pair of snug slacks, my best pair of loafers - with socks - my new shirt, a white collarless button-down, and a dress jacket. On the way out of the neighborhood, I stopped at an ATM and got some cash. I figured I'd need about $1,000 to do what I wanted that night.
One advantage of my dad's job is that he can afford to let me have a debit card. I learned the hard way as a freshman how easy it is to get carried away using a credit card, and I spent the whole summer working my ass off at a refinery just to make enough money to pay my dad back for what I'd spent during the college year.
So I'd been pretty careful with it this college year, but this was a special occasion. I arrived at Headlights about 10 p.m., and the place was packed. The same bouncer was there, and we spoke briefly as I went in.
At first, there was no place to sit by the stage, so I just stood in the bar and watched while I nursed a couple of beers. I'd been there about 20 minutes when "Dana" came out, and my heart skipped a beat. She did the same highly-charged, hugely erotic show she'd done on my previous visit, and I could feel my groin tingling.
I had greased the palm of the hostess to give me the first available seat by the stage, and after another 20 minutes or so, a seat came open. I was seated right in front where my mom couldn't miss me. I felt a huge sense of amusement at what would go through her head when she saw me there.
After two other girls had come out and done their shows, the emcee once again, introduced, "the ever-popular Dana!"
This time she came out in some kind of scarf get-up, with one tied tightly around her chest, and another, larger one wrapped around her waist as a kind of skirt. The music was slow and sultry, and she swayed sexily to the beat.
I sat back in my chair, took a big swig of my beer, and as she went to untie the scarf from around her tits, her gaze swept the room, and she saw me. Her eyes got wide as she saw me sitting there, and she even stopped for just a heartbeat, but she's a pro, and she quickly recovered her composure. She even made an elaborate show of twirling the scarf off her chest as she danced right in front of me, exposing her tits to my gaze.
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