Mom Goes Clubbing (FAN EDIT) - Sex Stories

Mom Goes Clubbing (FAN EDIT)

... statement that was. As time would tell, it would be me who would hear “everything” through the walls. I told her to have a good time and said goodnight, giving her a little peck on the cheek. Then I sat down and waited until I heard her pack up and leave the room. About an hour after she left, I walked downstairs and headed towards the dance club to see what was going on. Scene II – At the Club This place was huge. It had a massive sunken dance floor with a big four-sided bar in the middle. The outer part of the club was raised about 3-feet higher, and had tables along the outer wall, and a waist-high railing along the inner rim, separating it from the dance floor. For me, this was great news, as it meant I could set myself up at a vantage point on the second level, and watch the action on the dance floor. I looked around for my mother, but couldn’t see her; the place was jam packed and it was rocking. Not at all the type of place that I would ever have expected my dear sweet housewife mom to hang out. Eventually I saw my cousin Angie, sitting down at a table with some guy I didn’t recognize. They were talking and drinking and generally having a good time, along with a few other distant f****y members I had seen at the reunion. No idea where mom was though, so I kept moving around, scanning the dance floor. Eventually I saw her standing at the big bar in the middle of the club – sipping on some kind of cocktail and chatting with some guy. Seemed harmless enough. Damn, ...

... though, she still looked so hot. And since the club was mostly filled with twenty-something girls, my mother was far and away the most experienced looking piece of ass in the club that night. While she was talking to this guy, I watched as a large black man walked up to her and tapped her on the elbow. It looked like she knew him, or was expecting him, because she picked up her drink, said goodbye to the other guy that had been putting a move on her, and she walked upstairs, the black man’s hand resting on the small of her back, kind of guiding her through the crowd. Maybe I was off base, but to me it looked like this black man was clearly marking my mother as his territory, signaling to any other men in the club that this middle-aged white wife was under his protection and they should keep away. I got rock hard thinking that this guy was invading my dad's turf, and claiming mom as his own. Maybe I was just reading too much into it though. Anyhow, they sat down at Angie’s table and started talking with the other people that were there. I moved around to the other side of the dance floor and took a seat along the far railing, where I wouldn’t be noticed, but had a really clear view of my mom. She was having an animated discussion about something with Angie and the guy she was with, and the black man was taking part too. My cock stirred as I watched his large black hand move onto my mother’s soft white shoulder, gently squeezing her closer to him, then he’d let his arm drop back to ...