Mom Goes Clubbing (FAN EDIT) - Sex Stories

Mom Goes Clubbing (FAN EDIT)

... the table. This happened again and again. A couple times, he must have said something funny, because my mom laughed and nestled her head into his shoulder, sort of rocking her head against the side of his body while he rubbed her bare white shoulder with his hand. My eyes fixated on the thin white strap from her camisole, which now hung freely down off her right shoulder; she made no effort to put it back into place. They looked so natural and comfortable together, the black guy and my mom, like they’d been dating for years, although of course that wasn’t the case. Still, it was weird to see how a few drinks could make my mother so affectionate and frisky. Angie and her man cleared off, I couldn’t see where they went, and shortly after that, mom and her black friend got up to dance. At first, they were dancing fairly normally, clumsily shuffling their feet, bumping hips every once in a while, but then the music slowed down and they settled into each others arms. It was so weird to see her in another man’s arms, him holding her tenderly and gently, but still like he owned her. Her, so obviously d***k, acting like a schoolgirl in love, so excited to be dancing with a good-looking, cool guy. His hands were all over her back and shoulders, sensuously massaging her, loosening up her inhibitions, while she, for her part, couldn’t take her hands off his muscular black shoulders. He kept making her laugh, and she would nestle her pretty face into his large chest, her eyes closed as ...

... they held each other tight. Although I couldn’t see all that clearly, since the dance floor was so crowded, I’m sure I saw their lips touch each other a few times, gently, softly, cheatingly. This guy was smooth, and he was easing my mother into things. I was rock hard looking at the two of them, but in the pit of my stomach I knew it was so wrong for my sweet, demure, happily married white mother to be in the arms of this young black stud. I needed a drink. I went to the bar and bought myself a rum and coke, to take the edge off my nerves, but when I went back to watch my mother, I couldn’t find her! Oh god, I thought, what could be happening? My mother stolen out from under my watch, d***k and doing god knows what with a black guy half her age. I rushed around the bar frantically, trying to find them. I checked the men’s bathroom to see if the black guy was in there, I checked all the nooks and crannies of the bar, but they weren’t anywhere. I tried to find Angie and the other f****y members, but they had all cleared off too. Where was my mother? I had just about given up, when I remembered the large self-serve cloakroom near the door. Sure enough, there they were, their lips locked in a madly passionate, tongue-swirling kiss as their hands groped each others’ bodies. What a sight, not just for me, but for anyone, to see a drop dead gorgeous 48-year old white woman, gold wedding band so obvious on her left hand, sucking face with a young black buck. And since that woman was ...