“I’ll take that lap dance now, Mom.”
“Oh you will, will you?”
“That was the deal.”
“I know, I have to play stripper for you.”
“My mom, the stripper. Nice!”
“I’ve never done this before,” I lied. “but here goes.” And then I started to grind on him. I didn’t know how these strippers did this all night and not feel anything, because it felt wonderful to me.
I had his bulge positioned right on my pussy lips and as I rocked back and forth. I was in heaven, and he seemed to be enjoying it too.
“You give great lap dances for someone who’s never done it before.”
“Beginner’s luck, I guess.”
“Bullshit,” he said laughing. “Now Mom, your blouse.”
I wasn’t going to take my blouse off in the back of a limo for all to see, but I did want him to see my girls, so slowly I started to pull the material up as I ground on his erection.
The look on his face was sheer awe as the cotton/spandex, which had been clinging to my tits, was now being pulled up and over them. First just bottom tit, and then the nipples, which were erect in full show for him.
“My God, you’re beautiful, Mom. They’re even more beautiful than I imagined!”
My breasts weren’t big, they’re young girl’s tits really, but they were pretty and petite, and I was a little proud of them still being so perky, especially at my age.
“I’ve changed my mind,” he said all breathy. “Don’t ever get a boob job. They’re perfect.” And then he ran his hands from my hips up to my girls. God that felt good. I loved when guys played with my tits, roughly tweaking my nipples as I came close to orgasm.
And then I did something that I didn’t believe I had in me. I slid off of him and lay down on the floor between his legs.
He looked at me mesmerized as I started to massage the bulge in his pants, my little hands caressing that huge erection of his. His breaths started to get slower and deeper as I undid his fly, and then reaching in, I pulled out his cock, red and throbbing.
“Holy shit!” He exclaimed as I grabbed the shaft of my boys member with one hand, and then I started to twirl my finger around the head of it, all wet and slippery with his pre-come.
His father had taught me years ago how to do this. It was an incredible tease because of how sensitive the tip is. Jack started to rock his hips as I drew little circles and then once in a while slide my wet, slick finger up the bottom groove and then up and over the opening where I knew eventually his seed would come that night. The real question was, where would it end up?
“Oh God Mom,” he whispered as if he was in agony. “Suck my cock.”
So soon, I thought, my God I’ve just started. But would I really do it? Would I really take my young son’s cock in my mouth?
“Please, Mom, please,” he pleaded. And then I knew. I got on my knees and slowly descended down to him, kissing the shaft first, and then running my tongue around the head, before wrapping my lips around his cock, and finally feeling him deep in my throat.
And then the limo slowed down.
“What’s going on?” I asked releasing him and looking through the windows.