24-12-2021, 12:26 PM
Believe me, you are your father's son," she whispered as she brought her face close to mine and brushed a hand over the bulge in my pants.
"But I'm more my mother's child," I whispered back, then our lips met, and I got my first "real" kiss with my mother. At first, it was tentative, a sort of testing of the waters, but it quickly deepened into a full lip lock, and then our tongues clashed.
When we finally broke apart, we both actually shivered, that's how high our lust had risen. Without a word, Mom reached into her bag, pulled out a cell phone and punched in some numbers.
Grace?" she said when the other party answered. "Look, I hate to do this, but I need to cancel my appointments for tonight. Something's come up at home I need to take care of (and as she said that, she squeezed the large bulge in my slacks). Tell them I'll make it up to them next time, but this is really urgent. You can? Oh, thanks, you're a doll. Love ya. Bye."
I just grinned as she put away the phone.
"You didn't have any plans for later, did you?" she asked as she turned toward the mirror and began to get ready for her next set.
"Well, yeah, actually I did," I said, then I leaned in and whispered in her ear. It was time to be just a little bold. "I had planned to fuck my mother."
Then I stood up, so that my cock was right at eye level. Mom just stared at it, and as she did, it got quite hard, not as hard as it was going to get later, but it made for a very nice bulge in my pants. Mom licked her lips and ran a hand softly over my cock.
"You are a very naughty boy," she said. "You would think your mother would have taught you better."
We both laughed at that, then she stood up and we embraced. I kissed her with confidence now, holding her hot body close to mine and letting my cock dig into her abdomen.
"I get off at 1 o'clock," Mom said when we broke apart again. "Meet me around back, by the stage entrance, and we'll go somewhere, OK? And don't have too many of those (referring to the nearly-empty bottle of beer I had in my hand)."
Oh, I won't," I said. "See you later."
I left the dressing room and went back out to my seat, which the waitress had saved for me. I acted cool, but inside I wanted to jump up and down for joy, because I knew that before the night was over, I was going to get what I'd always wanted.
About 1 a.m., I made my way out of the club and walked around toward the back entrance. I stood there for about 10 minutes as several of the other dancers passed through the door, then my mom came out.
She had on the same tight leather pants and tank-top outfit, except that she clearly didn't have a bra on, the way she had when she'd left the house. Her little nipples poked invitingly into the thin material of the white shirt. She had put on a little makeup, and had brushed out her waist-length hair so that it shone in the light over the entrance.
We embraced, and our hands roamed all over each other as we kissed deeply.
"Let's go get some breakfast," Mom said when we broke apart. "All this work makes me hungry. And, besides, I think we need to talk."
We climbed into my little pickup truck, and we drove off, leaving her car in the parking lot. We were silent, lost in our own thoughts as we drove onto one of the loops that surround the city. We saw a Denny's off one exit that wasn't too crowded, so we went in.
You should have seen the looks my sexy mom got when we walked in the door. Our hands were clasped together, and heads swiveled as we were escorted to a booth. We ordered coffee and something light for breakfast.
When the waitress had gone, we looked across the table at each other.
I guess you have some questions about why I'm doing this, and how I got into it," Mom said finally. I just nodded and let her continue. She told me that she had been restless and bored at home, and that she was frustrated with her lack of a sex life.
One afternoon, she'd had lunch with a friend, and she was complaining about that, and the friend had told her about Tower Enterprises, which she had been using on a part-time basis. Mom had done the interview, they had taken her on, then they had sent her to Headlights with an A-1 recommendation.
"Did you try to tell Dad how you felt?" I asked.
God, did I," she said. "I spent 10, 12 years trying to get him to pay attention to my needs. Your father is a sweet man, he really is, and I do love him, but he doesn't have a clue. I tried romantic weekends, sexy outfits, marriage counseling, doctor's visits, the works. It all went in one ear and out the other. I'd finally get him alone, get him really interested, get him really hard, then I'd get him in me, he'd hump me about three minutes, shoot his cum, roll over and go to sleep. Every single time. Then it would be another three months before I could get him interested again. He's always working on some project for work, playing with his trains or he has his nose in some engineering journal. I finally just gave up. Now I get my physical needs met, and he doesn't seem to mind that I don't bug him for sex any more."
It seemed to make sense to me, at least from her point of view. I still have trouble, though, understanding how a man could be married to the sexiest woman in the whole state of Texas and not be interested in fucking her more than three times a year.
As we ate, I asked about how the operation worked, as much to allay my fears for her safety as anything else, and she explained the set-up. Finally, our plates were empty, and there wasn't much left to say. Mom took my hands and looked into my eyes.
"We're going to do this, aren't we," she said, and I just nodded. "You know, I've always wondered how your cock would feel in me. I've caught a few glimpses of it, and it is impressive."
"But I'm more my mother's child," I whispered back, then our lips met, and I got my first "real" kiss with my mother. At first, it was tentative, a sort of testing of the waters, but it quickly deepened into a full lip lock, and then our tongues clashed.
When we finally broke apart, we both actually shivered, that's how high our lust had risen. Without a word, Mom reached into her bag, pulled out a cell phone and punched in some numbers.
Grace?" she said when the other party answered. "Look, I hate to do this, but I need to cancel my appointments for tonight. Something's come up at home I need to take care of (and as she said that, she squeezed the large bulge in my slacks). Tell them I'll make it up to them next time, but this is really urgent. You can? Oh, thanks, you're a doll. Love ya. Bye."
I just grinned as she put away the phone.
"You didn't have any plans for later, did you?" she asked as she turned toward the mirror and began to get ready for her next set.
"Well, yeah, actually I did," I said, then I leaned in and whispered in her ear. It was time to be just a little bold. "I had planned to fuck my mother."
Then I stood up, so that my cock was right at eye level. Mom just stared at it, and as she did, it got quite hard, not as hard as it was going to get later, but it made for a very nice bulge in my pants. Mom licked her lips and ran a hand softly over my cock.
"You are a very naughty boy," she said. "You would think your mother would have taught you better."
We both laughed at that, then she stood up and we embraced. I kissed her with confidence now, holding her hot body close to mine and letting my cock dig into her abdomen.
"I get off at 1 o'clock," Mom said when we broke apart again. "Meet me around back, by the stage entrance, and we'll go somewhere, OK? And don't have too many of those (referring to the nearly-empty bottle of beer I had in my hand)."
Oh, I won't," I said. "See you later."
I left the dressing room and went back out to my seat, which the waitress had saved for me. I acted cool, but inside I wanted to jump up and down for joy, because I knew that before the night was over, I was going to get what I'd always wanted.
About 1 a.m., I made my way out of the club and walked around toward the back entrance. I stood there for about 10 minutes as several of the other dancers passed through the door, then my mom came out.
She had on the same tight leather pants and tank-top outfit, except that she clearly didn't have a bra on, the way she had when she'd left the house. Her little nipples poked invitingly into the thin material of the white shirt. She had put on a little makeup, and had brushed out her waist-length hair so that it shone in the light over the entrance.
We embraced, and our hands roamed all over each other as we kissed deeply.
"Let's go get some breakfast," Mom said when we broke apart. "All this work makes me hungry. And, besides, I think we need to talk."
We climbed into my little pickup truck, and we drove off, leaving her car in the parking lot. We were silent, lost in our own thoughts as we drove onto one of the loops that surround the city. We saw a Denny's off one exit that wasn't too crowded, so we went in.
You should have seen the looks my sexy mom got when we walked in the door. Our hands were clasped together, and heads swiveled as we were escorted to a booth. We ordered coffee and something light for breakfast.
When the waitress had gone, we looked across the table at each other.
I guess you have some questions about why I'm doing this, and how I got into it," Mom said finally. I just nodded and let her continue. She told me that she had been restless and bored at home, and that she was frustrated with her lack of a sex life.
One afternoon, she'd had lunch with a friend, and she was complaining about that, and the friend had told her about Tower Enterprises, which she had been using on a part-time basis. Mom had done the interview, they had taken her on, then they had sent her to Headlights with an A-1 recommendation.
"Did you try to tell Dad how you felt?" I asked.
God, did I," she said. "I spent 10, 12 years trying to get him to pay attention to my needs. Your father is a sweet man, he really is, and I do love him, but he doesn't have a clue. I tried romantic weekends, sexy outfits, marriage counseling, doctor's visits, the works. It all went in one ear and out the other. I'd finally get him alone, get him really interested, get him really hard, then I'd get him in me, he'd hump me about three minutes, shoot his cum, roll over and go to sleep. Every single time. Then it would be another three months before I could get him interested again. He's always working on some project for work, playing with his trains or he has his nose in some engineering journal. I finally just gave up. Now I get my physical needs met, and he doesn't seem to mind that I don't bug him for sex any more."
It seemed to make sense to me, at least from her point of view. I still have trouble, though, understanding how a man could be married to the sexiest woman in the whole state of Texas and not be interested in fucking her more than three times a year.
As we ate, I asked about how the operation worked, as much to allay my fears for her safety as anything else, and she explained the set-up. Finally, our plates were empty, and there wasn't much left to say. Mom took my hands and looked into my eyes.
"We're going to do this, aren't we," she said, and I just nodded. "You know, I've always wondered how your cock would feel in me. I've caught a few glimpses of it, and it is impressive."
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