“I don’t know. I’ve never seen your boobs,” he said looking straight at them. “I bet you have great boobs.”
“Jack!”
That was always such a fantasy for men, and some women, but not me. The thought of being naked in front of a lot of fat, bald headed, drooling business men didn’t turn me on.
But that night I’m convinced that I would have done it for Jack. For Jack I would have come out on stage in some hot little outfit and stripped it off piece by piece, dancing for him naked but for the tiniest g-string.
“Why don’t you take that bra off, Mom? You’d look better without it.”
“Are you drunk? You’d see my nipples right through this shirt.”
“Look around you. That’s what this whole place is about; tits.”
“And ass.”
“Right. But if you’re a woman, exposing your body in this place is pretty much mandatory. It is, as you said, a strip Joint. Look at the other women patrons.”
I looked around. He was right. If the girls in this place weren’t naked they were almost naked or in the process of getting naked. Even the woman patrons were so scantily dressed that I felt like a nun in what I was wearing.
No one would even notice,” my son said looking right at my tits.
“Except you?”
“Yeah, of course.”
“Where would I put it once I had it off? I don’t have any pockets, and it won’t fit in my purse.”
“Just give it to me.”
I don’t know what kind of hold my son had over me that night, or maybe I do, but I got up off his lap, went to the ladies room, and in one of the stalls, I stripped off my blouse and bra, and then put my blouse back on.
Like I had thought, in that tight cotton/spandex top you could see my tits like I wasn’t wearing anything. Which kind of turned me on since he would be admiring my girls, I hoped.
But then I walked out of the ladies room and back into the club, and no one noticed that my nipples were poking out like a pair of golf tees. I walked over to Jack, and nonchalantly handed him my bra.
“Thanks,” he said and then stuck my underwear into his shirt. He then reached out and pulled me back down into his lap.
“You look wonderful.”
“I feel naked.”
“You are naked, and you’re in my lap.”
“You like that don’t you?” I asked staring at him intensely.
“Yes.”
“And you’re sure you want to do this?”
“Oh yeah!”
“How long have you wanted this?”
“As far back as I can remember.”
“Really?”
“Mom, you are so beautiful, you don’t understand. You have like this mythical status amongst my friends.”
“What do you mean?”
“They all think you’re a MILF. And you are.”
“Me?”
“You know that video, Stacy’s Mom?”
“You mean that old song?”
“Yeah. They sing that all the time when you’re around, but instead they sing Jackie’s mom.”
I did remember his idiot friends always singing that stupid song.
“Isn’t that my ring tone on your phone?”
“Yeah. I put it there as a joke.”
“You’re an ass.”
“Anyway, I’m glad you took that bra off. You’ve got great tits ma.”
“Thanks, I guess,” I said pretending that he wasn’t looking right at them, though I was excited he was. “But they’re too small.”
“No they’re cute.”
“That’s the wrong thing to say to a woman who doesn’t have big boobs.”