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 Title: Take It All Off


Summary: Mom discovers son's job. 


Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,hot





   'Come on Gayle' I heard the chorus of giggles as I locked my car.

   I sighed as I walked across the parking lot to the small group of
waiting women; how had I gotten myself talked into this.  A forty year old
professional woman who prided herself on logic and hard work, I was herded
through the door by this gaggle of giggles and into a world I knew about,
but had never chosen to participate in.

   The first thing that hit me was the noise of the music, followed by the
laughter and hoots of females.  We each paid our fifty dollar cover charge;
everyone but me that was; after all this was ostensibly for me and my
fortieth birthday; or so my co-workers had convinced me.

   It was a Friday, and the girls at the office had cornered me about my
birthday; and the fact they all claimed I never cut loose or had fun.  It
wasn't that I didn't cut loose; I just didn't need booze and a night out to
do it.  Their constant harping had resulted in me agreeing to visit the bar
after work with them; of course they never told me that their choice of
'bar' was called Dick's.

   The name fit, it was nothing but a house of dicks, yes the male kind and
yes the nude kind.  Dick's was apparently a high end male strip club in
town that I had never even known about.  Oh I knew such places were around,
but they were never much on my radar.

   An establishment for middle aged women to live their fantasies mostly.
Let's be real most men who lather their attention on a forty year old woman
are not nineteen or twenty, and most men in the real world aren't beef cake
cut with eight or nine inch dicks.  Places like this made a point of having
high 'standards' where every dancer was young, bulging biceps and six pack
abs.  They usually sported the swinging dicks that belonged in magazines or
in porn movies.  Come on, I'm divorced, I am not blind or stupid; ninety
percent of the male population were either skinny teenagers of out of shape
middle aged men; and on a good night a six or seven inch cock was the
usual.

   But, places like Dick's catered to the fantasy, and so here I was
weaving through tables hearing banging music, while women stood at the
small circle stages hooting and stuffing dollar bills into the g-strings of
hunky hung males.

   As we settled into our seats, it quickly became apparent that some of
the girls had been here before, the quickly pulled piles of dollar bills
from their purses and stacked them in neat little piles in front of them.

   I sighed and sipped my drink, I was damned if I was going to waste good
money on this fiasco.  Hell, I had a nineteen year old son, and paying for
his college was not cheap; there were better places to waste my money.  My
wishful thinking was not to be as a sudden small stack of about twenty or
thirty ones appeared in front of me.

   "On the house" Maxine; the leader of the group cackled over the noise.

   I sat for the next half hour or so and watched as half the women in the
room made asses out of themselves.  But it seemed par for the course; they
were either drunk, horny or both as a parade of male flesh circled from one
small stage to the next.

   The runway extended out from one wall and was lined with small out
croppings equipped with a pole; three up one side and three down the other;
the end was a large open area that also had a pole, but afforded the dancer
to move around closer to the audience.

   Women were seated at small tables around the room, and the girls had
managed to get us a table between one small pole area and the end of the
main runway.

   I watched as Maxine, and then Shelly stuffed dollars into bulging loin
cloths.  God the way Leah shoved her hand inside you knew the fifty year
old housewife and receptionist had to be getting a heft handful.

   After the first round, the men all headed off stage, and the girls
promptly refilled their glasses; it was a good thing I had told my son I
would be late tonight; I don't think the girls would let me out of here
before midnight.  Tonight had actually worked out better than I had
thought, Peter my son had said he would be working the late shift when I
had called to tell him.

   I didn't say where the girls were taking me, only that we were going out
for drinks, peter had been insistent I go, it was my birthday; and frankly
that had been what had tipped the scale.  The idea of sitting at home alone
with a glass of wine on my fortieth birthday just roiled at me.

   Normally I didn't mind being a single parent, and Peter was a great kid.
He studied hard his second year of college, made good grades, and had
picked up a part-time job.  I had felt guilty at first, but when he fixed
his own car and actually helped with some bills; I had to admit his being
responsible had been a sense of pride; and being a single parent I couldn't
exactly refuse the help.

   They had started what they called the Main Event; apparently each guy
took fifteen minutes on the main stage near us, and then moved off to a
smaller pole area.  It gave the audience a chance to focus on them one at a
time, and let's be real a time for them to earn the much needed tips.

   I almost laughed at the comedy of it.  Eddie the Butcher; who came out
dressed in an apron.  Then there was Mike the Plumber and his 'magic tool';
although I do admit nine inches of waving cock IS quite the tool.  Christ I
thought Maxine was going to cum in her jeans when she stuffed bills into
his string.

   The girls were sizing them up like slabs of meat; trying to decide which
ones they wanted to have come to the table for me.  God that was all I
needed; some chiseled male swinging his dick in front of my face; yep I got
wet.

   It was about halfway through the stable, and every reader here knows
what happened.  They called him 'Pete's Dragon'; I watched him strut to the
front stage; my vagina drying up and my tongue locked in my mouth.

   In all the noise, dim lights, and confusion I knew he couldn't see me.
He didn't know any of the women from my work, so I wasn't worried about
them knowing him; so I slid down slightly in my seat and just watched; as
my son strutted down that runway.

   As a mother I was shocked; this was his part-time job he never talked
about.  Who was I to complain, I never talked about my work either. 
Between his busy school schedule, my work and his work; let's be frank we
didn't get as much mom and son time like when he was ten.

   As Pete flowed around the stage, slowly twirling and dancing to the
music, I just stared.  I had to admit he did look good up there.  He was
six feet of pure muscle, bronzed skin; biceps that any woman would die to
have hold them.  And judging by the bulge in the cloth pouch he wore, he
was definitely packing.

   I watched some brunette from a neighboring table grab that bulge as she
slid her dollar into his string.  Then up went first Nancy and then the
insane Maxine.  It was strange watching these women treating my son like
some Adonis; and yet at the same time there was a twinge of jealousy that
this one was MINE.

   Maxine whispered something, and I watched peter give a laugh.  As Maxine
headed back to the table, Peter's clear voice came over the crowd.

   "So we have a birthday girl here tonight" and the crowd hooted.  "How
about a special tip and we'll see if we can set this little ole dragon
free" oh my God the screaming started.

   The next thing I knew a twenty dollar bill had been thrust into my hand,
and the unthinkable was happening; I was being propelled to the edge of the
stage.  I knew when I stepped up there, there would be no hiding; we would
both know.

   I looked back at the table, and saw the hungry looks on the faces of
these women.  You want to see my son's cock, I thought; all right then let
momma show it to you, I growled to myself.

   I stood tall at the edge of the stage and waited; when Peter turned his
steps faltered.  I give him credit, looking down and seeing your mother
watching you strip had to be a shock; but he kept his poise.  He kept
swaying as he stared down at me wide eyed.

   "Happy Birthday" he crooned in an off key voice.

   I took the twenty, and licked one side of it while he watched me in
shock, then I reached up and slapped the moist bill to his sweat and oil
slick chest.  When I pulled my hand back, it clung to one flexing pectoral.

   "Take it all off" I said as calmly as I could.

   Peter stared down at me, his eyes growing even wider as he realized I
had called the bluff.  I had paid him, he was now cornered.  Not only that,
I had said it in a voice loud enough for the girls at the table to hear;
who immediately erupted into hoots and cat calls for him to strip it off.

   I just stood there and waited, the ball was in his court.  As I watched
that small piece of cloth slip away, I had the strangest sensation.  My
nipples hardened in my bra, and a rush of warmth filled the thin panties I
was wearing.

   "Jesus" I whispered as he pulled the cloth away.

   There, swinging in the breeze in front of me; had to be at least six
inches of flaccid cock.  The unmotherly thought of how big the damned thing
hard was, coursed through my mind.  Behind me I could hear the girls
yelling for him to make it hard and I knew I needed to move before that
happened.

   Marching back to the table, I slumped in my seat.  "You want it hard, go
for it" I mumbled.

   That seemed to trigger them even worse.  They huddled, and then called
over a waiter for a hushed conference; money exchanged hands and the girls
settled into enjoying the rest of the show.  By the time it had ended I had
gotten control of the dripping in my panties, but my nipples were still
pushing out against my bra and blouse like two hard pebbles.

   I heard the music changing and figured the Main Event was over, sighing
that I had made it through the worst.  My min d was whirling with how Peter
and I were going to discuss this; and so I wasn't really paying attention;
that was my demise.  The next thing I knew the girls at the table had
shifted their chairs, I was now sitting half alone; and there was Peter in
front of me.

   "Hi birthday girl" peter's baritone voice called me.  "Your friends have
arranged a private show" he tried to smile.

   I could tell he was as nervous as I was.  They had no way to know this
was my son; I wasn't about to tell them; and Peter sure wasn't going to
admit his mother had just asked him to take his thong off.  In a way we
were both stuck, I sighed softly and just nodded.  I could see the worry in
his eyes ease a bit as he positioned himself in front of me.

   Just so everyone knows, there is a difference between a male and a
female lap dance; a HUGE difference.  A guy can't sit in your lap and grind
away, not much to grind on; and shoving his tits in your face is out of the
question.  While rubbing on you can work, frottage (as they call it) is
usually frowned on.  That means a male will dance mostly for visual.  In a
way it's an art I found out.  It's all in the twists, flexing, gyrations;
how he makes his body move.

   Two things made the night memorable; the first is that I am very visual.
While a male physical appearance is not an end all; I do appreciate visual
art; ice skating, dance, things like that.  The second was that peter was
actually rather good; no skip that he was damned good.

   He turned, he bent, and he gyrated.  I watched pectorals shift and
biceps flex.  I smelled his male odor; I could have leaned forward and
licked the sweat from his abs.  He did this fantastic move where he dropped
to the floor, bent in an arc; and when he rose; his bare body slid up
between my spread thighs only inches from my groin and breasts.  God I
almost soiled my panties when he did that.

   He brought my trembling hands up to his muscular chest, my fingers
caressing down his damn near perfect body; my nipples threatening to burst
from my bra.  When they rested on his hips, feeling the knots of his
G-string I didn't even have to think; I pulled both knots free.

   The cloth fell away, and so did the hooting around the table; my eyes
focused and my ears shut down as that 'dragon' swung inches away from me.
The hell of it was, on the stage he had been flaccid; he wasn't now.  God
he was half hard as that thing reared in front of me.

   I watched a slender hand with pink nail polish reach over my shoulder
and wrap around that stalk.  I heard Peter give a soft grunt as that hand
began to stroke him.  God, he thickened even more.  The head became angry
and purple; his balls hung heavy; and that thing kept getting harder and
harder and harder.

   When that hand finally released him, it didn't swing anywhere.  It rose
tall and solid from his mat of pubic hair; and fuck it looked good.  I felt
my mouth fill with saliva; and I knew I was only inches away from the most
illegal act there was.  Suprisingly, it was Peter who saved me.

   "Sorry ladies, the private show is over; unless you want the gold
treatment" peter said.

   Gold treatment, what the hell was that; I looked up into peters eyes in
confusion.  I could see uncertainty in his eyes; what was he worried about?
Dear God no, the gold treatment, did that mean what I thought it meant. 
But, apparently that meant a sizeable investment; one the girls weren't
ready to make birthday or not.

   Peter slowly drifted away and the night returned to racous laughter,
booxe and women shoving dollar bills.  By the time I headed out the door
and to my car; I had managed to avoid peter the remainder of the night.

   On the drive home, I pulled into a convenience store and picked up a
bottle of red wine.  At home I stood in the kitchen and thought about the
night.  How I had reacted to my son's body; and how he had reacted to mine.
It had been months since I had felt the intimacy of a man; and while
masturbation helps relieve a lot of the stress; it doesn't substitute for
the real thing.

   I couldn't believe I was thinking of my son that way, or worse wondering
what he had been thinking of me.  I would like to blame my actions on the
booze from the club and the two glasses of wine at home; but I know better.
It was my body and not my brain that moved that night.

   I cleared out the middle of the living room, and then set a single chair
from the dining room and a small TV tray next to it.  I sat in the chair
with my wine bottle and glass and waited.

   About two I think, the door opened and in walked Peter.  He stared into
the dim lighting of the living room, his voice filled with surprise.  "Mom,
what are you doing" he asked.

   "I want you to change" I said before I changed my own mind.  "Put on
your...work clothes" I told him.

   Peter stood in the dim light and looked at me.  I knew so much was going
through his mind right then, but God help me he did the right thing.  He
stepped into the kitchen, and when he appeared back once again he was
wearing that small pouch.

   Reaching behind me, I pressed the play on my Ipod; music like what I had
heard at the club filled the living room.  I picked up a dollar bill from
the small stand and waved it in the air.  Peter slowly advanced on me,
until he stood right in front of me.  With trembling hands, I committed
myself as I slid that bill into his string.

   I sat mesmerized as once again Peter twirled and gyrated to the music
filling the room.  This time there were no prying eyes; and I stared
unashamed at that body before me.  My nipples instantly returned to their
rock hard state from before, and my panties clung to my now moist lips.

   "God you're perfect" I whispered.

   Peter was silent as he twisted and turned; letting me see every muscle
and sinew on his body.  As the second song began to wind down he looked
down at me sitting there.

   "The routine is usually two songs" he said softly.

   I nodded and reached over to the small table.  Picking up the twenty I
had laid there, I slowly licked the bill again, and with a shaking hand;
pressed it to his powerful chest.

   "Take it all off" I whispered for a second time that night.

   Once again that small piece of cloth slid away, and there it was. 
Hanging mostly limp that thick tube of flesh.  God he was hung.  Oh he
wasn't ten or twelve inches; but Jesus he was a long way from the usual
six; I figured he had to be at least nine or so inches.

   This time there was no pink nailed hand; but it was my manicured nails
and slender fingers that wrapped around that cock.  I felt it throb with
blood; and as my hand slowly glided up and down the length, I felt it
thicken and stiffen in my grip.

   Until the point the only sound was the music; with soft heavy breathing
from both of us in the background.  That same urge, the same desire filled
my body as it had in the club.  Pulling him forward by that thick stalk; I
leaned in and slip my lips over that fat head.

   "Oh shit" I heard Peter grunt above me.

   God he filled my mouth, stretching my jaw open, I took a breath through
my nose, inhaling his scent in the process; I felt a sudden swamp fill my
panties as I breathed him in.

   My head began to slowly bod up and down as I took him deeper, tasting
him; reveling in the pre cum that coated my tongue.  I felt his hands reach
down and grip my hair, guiding me as his hips hunched; fucking into my
mouth.

   I had crossed the line, I had committed to unforgiveable act; I was
sucking my son's cock; and God I was in love.  I could hear him moaning
above me as one hand cupped his heavy balls, the other stroking along the
spit covered shaft I couldn't even fit into my mouth.

   The music had stopped, and I heard Peter panting above me.  "Gold
Treatment" he husked.

   Pulling my mouth free with an obscene plop; I looked up at him.  I was
about to drink his cum; but there was so much more waiting.  I reached over
to the small stand beside my wine glass, and picked up the money I had
taken from the ATM at the store; I held the money out to him.

   "I want Gold...silver...bronze...all of it" I told him.

   Peter stared at me; I could see his cock throb and pulse, a small clear
drop oozing from the tip.  He wanted me...ME; a forty year old worn out
mother.

   "Are you sure mom" he asked softly.

   "I've never wanted anything more in my life" I said in a hoarse voice.

   "Put your money away...lady" Peter smiled.  "You aren't the only one
with fantasies."

   Before I could respond, he began to dance around my chair, that hard
cock bobbing and weaving.  I watched his chest, his thighs, that cock and
his face as he moved.  I hate to admit it, but he really was a master; he
did this slow twirl and thrust that would draw your eyes to that thick
cock, missing the fact that his hands had undone a button on your blouse.

   It was only moments and I sat there with my bra encased breasts heaving
in full view, God he was driving me insane.  I sat in fascination as he did
that squat and the arc, and then rising between my thighs.  Only this time
his tight body literally slid up my crotch.  There was no management here
to say otherwise; and when his body rubbed along mine I shuddered; and yes
I totally missed he had reached around me and unsnapped my bra.

   "Peter" I gasped as his pectorals brushed across my bare nipples; my
blouse and bra lying on the living room floor, and I had no idea how he got
them off me.

   "Oh God" I whispered as he bent in, drawing his hot tongue from my navel
up and between my aching breasts as his body slid up along mine.

   The act caused me to throw my head back, moaning; arching my back as my
ass rose from the chair to follow his tongue.  God my panties were suddenly
around my knees and I couldn't get my legs wide enough to fit him, reaching
down in a haze I jerked the offending cloth free, spreading my thighs as he
slid between them again.

   By now the only items of clothing left on my quivering body were my
skirt and nylons I had worn to the office that morning; everything else was
scattered on the floor.  The next time his body slid up against mine, I
reached out and wrapped my hand around that pulsing log.  I drew his hips
in as he rose to his feet, my mouth opening as I drove my face down on him.

   "Mom" I heard his grunt as I swallowed as much of him as I could.

   "Guukkkk" I gagged as he drove deep into my throat.  Spit ran from the
corner of my mouth, yet I pushed my head down.

   I could have suffocated to death with that thing shoved down my throat
and I wouldn't have cared at that moment.  I felt like a starved woman
sitting at a buffet not being able to eat for the last half hour; then
suddenly being released, and I devoured him.

   Wet sucking and slurping filled the living room as my bobbed my head up
and down; his hands guiding my head as fingers wrapped in my hair.  He was
fucking my mouth as his hips pumped, and I was sucking him as deep as my
throat could stand.

   "Mom...oh God mom" I heard him moan above me.

   Yes, give it to me; I thought.  I sucked even harder, jamming my throat
deeper as I gagged.  His hips moved faster as he pumped that massive cock
in and out.  Was he using my mouth; was I sucking him like some sex crazed
whore?  It didn't really matter anymore; the only thing important boiled
inside those heavy balls, and I wanted it.

   "AHHHHGGGGGGGGGGG" I heard his primal roar fill the living room.

   "Mmmmmmmmm" I murmured my approval as that thick cock pulsed along my
tongue.

   That first hot blast literally rocketed past my gullet and slid down my
throat to my belly.  Pulling my head back, I clamped my lips around the
swollen crown as a second hot eruption filled my mouth with his thick salty
cream.  I swirled my tongue in it as his head popped free, I tasted him and
just as I swallowed a third weaker blast coated my face.  God he came and
came; I had never met a man who could produce so much sperm as he bathed my
face.

   I sat there, trembling in the chair not as his mother; but as some
wanton woman who offered her body to an alpha male; and he took it.  He
dropped to his knees between my thighs, gripping my hips as his head drove
forward.

   "Peter" I gasped as I realized what he was about to do.

   "PEEETTEERRRRRRRRRRRRRR" I wailed as his hot mouth slammed over my
dripping pussy.

   My hand slapped onto his broad shoulders, my nails digging into his
flesh as that fat tongue drove up inside me.  If he hadn't been holding me
down I think I would have rocketed out of the chair right there.

   "Oh God...Peter...yes...oh god yes...lick...oh fuck..." I babbled as he
devoured me.

   Hot juices gushed out to coat his face, and he continued.  My gut
knotted as I vibrated on the chair.  I heard slurping and sucking, obscene
sexy noises fill the room.  I held onto his shoulders as my ass threatened
to bounce up and down.  A haze slipped over me as I hung on that
cliff...waiting.

   Then he opened his mouth, sucked in my clit, and lashed it inside his
hot mouth with the tip of his tongue.  My brain melted and my gut wrenched.

   "CUMMMINNNGGGGGGGGGGGG" I screamed as my body released for the first
time in ages.

   I gurgled and whimpered as he held me to the chair, I felt hot juices
spray from between my thighs and I knew I was washing his face, yet he
pressed on.  The first orgasm simply rolled into a second as I lost myself
in the sensations.  In that moment, my nineteen year old child; became the
man of my dreams.

   "Peter...oh my God" I moaned as his face came free and I felt his body
once again slide upward between my thighs.

   When he had settled back onto his knees between my lewdly spread thighs,
he stared into my eyes.  "I love you" he whispered.

   "I...oh FUCK" I grunted as that fat head slid between my slick lips and
slid inside me with an obscene sucking sound.

   I reached out and wrapped my arms around him, clinging to him as I
stared into his eyes; feeling inch by inch as that hard thick cock filled
me.  God he stretched me like I had never felt, touched places so deep I
didn't know they existed.  MY body shook and clung to him as he drove past
where any man had ever been.

   "Mom" he moaned softly as he pressed against me, my breasts flattened
against his chest.

   "Peter" I moaned back as I felt him finally bottom out inside me.

   "Where should I..." Peter grunted softly.

   God even now he was thinking of me; I stared into his burning eyes. 
"Fill me" I grunted.

   I wasn't a forty year old mother as he effortless lifted my body from
the chair.  I clung to him powerful body as he turned on his knees and
slowly lowered me to my back on the living room floor.  I stared up into
the same lust and hunger that had to be showing from me.

   "Fuck me" I gasped as he laid me out for the taking.

   His hips slowly drew back until the crowned head rested inside me. 
"Happy Birthday" he muttered, and then his hips slammed down on me.

   "FFFUUCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK" I screamed as it felt like a log split me in
half.

   Peter levered himself onto his arms as he towered over me; his hips
slamming down into me as I felt every stroke.  Having sex in a bed is one
thing, the mattress gives under you.  On the floor, whether carpeted or
not, the hard surface gives you nowhere to go.  I took every damned inch as
Peter pounded down into me.

   "God yes...fuck me...fuck me..." I grunted in time to his strokes.

   "Love you...wanted this..." I heard him pant above me.

   Cum half dried on my face as he leaned down and pressed his lips to
mine; my breasts bouncing and swaying to his powerful thrusts as my nipples
scrapped his chest.  I brought my legs up and wrapped them around his
waist, locking my ankles as I opened myself more to him.  I could feel my
juices dribbling down the crack of my ass as wet sucking noises mixed in
the air with the sound of skin slapping on skin.

   I looked up and saw the concentration in his face as he held back,
wanting to prolong it further.  I could have fucked like this forever, but
there was something I wanted; no something I needed.  Wrapping my arms
around his neck, I lifted my head up.

   "Don't stop...don't ever stop fucking me" I whispered as I nipped at his
earlobe.

   "Mom...I'm going to cum" Peter's voice cracked with desire.

   "I know baby" I breathed into his ear.  "Give it to me, cum in momma" I
grunted as he drove down.

   That did the trick; Peter threw his head back and with a primal howl
slammed his cock deep.  God, I was so full I couldn't even think straight,
I swore he was pressing into my womb.  A white heat filled my belly as
Peter roared his release.  I was doing it, I was committing not only
incest; but possibly breeding incest as my son unloaded inside of me.

   There would be time to worry about that in the morning my brain dimly
thought; I could only whimper my surrender as that massive cock poured hot
cream deep into my belly.

   My arms and legs dropped limp to the floor as Peter pinned me there.  In
total surrender, I convulsed as my pussy clamped down on him.  An orgasm
the likes I had never felt erupted in my core.

   "Cumming" I grunted softly; then my body convulsed.

   "CUMMMMINNNGGGGGG" I screamed as hot juices sprayed out to wash his
belly pressed against mine.

   I blindly reached up and raked my nails down his powerful pectorals as I
exploded under him.  Hot cream was gushing out around his cock to run down
my ass and form a hot puddle under me.

   In the middle of my convulsion I felt the unbelievable sensation as
Peter pulled back and then slammed down hard into me.

   "NAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" I wailed as the vibrations and convulsions only
intensified.

   My God this nineteen year old knew tricks men twice his age had never
learned.  His buried cock jerked inside my belly and I felt; God help me I
FELT his cum start to fill me.  It was the most incredible sensation as
heat swept over my walls as I felt his first blast wash my pussy.

   "YES, OH MY FUCKING GOD" I screamed as he drove my convulsions even
higher.  "Fill me...fill my pussy...Oh God yes..." I babbled.

   Peter grunted and a second thick wad dumped inside me, I felt that
sensation of fullness grow as he stretched me completely with both cock and
cum.  God how much cum was in him I marveled as a third thick rope pumped
into me.

   I felt his arms starting to give and as he slowly lowered down, I
managed to lever our bodies over until we lay on our sides facing each
other, his still twitching cock buried inside me.  I know the look of bliss
had to me mirrored on my face.  Alcohol or not, that was the best fuck I
had ever experienced.

   "Holy shit" Peter whispered as he looked into my face.  "That was..."

   "Perfection" I whispered back as I carressed his face.

   Peter gave a slow groan as his exhausted body relaxed wrapped in my
arms. I knew there was no denial; I wanted this again and again.  I looked
deep into my own sons' eyes and committed my final act.

   "When do you work next" I asked with a crooked smile.

   "Tuesday" he panted back.

   "You know, I've always told you to be the best at whatever you do" I
told him.  "So I think you should practice between now and Tuesday...a lot"
I smiled.

   "Oh really" a small smirk I always saw on his face when he was so
confident of himself.

   "When you want, where you want, and how often you want" I cooed back.

   "Oh really" he repeated softly.

   I felt his hips shift against me, and God damn if that thick cock wasn't
still steel hard buried inside me; God the virility of youth.  "You're
still hard" I said in wonder.

   "I hate to tell you mom, I always am around you" I saw him blush at his
words.

   "Oh God" I couldn't stop the moan.


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