The Mother And Son Club - Sex Stories

The Mother And Son Club

"What college did you go to?" the man asked when he ordered his next drink.

He was well-dressed, and I noticed him and his partner, a woman I guessed to be a little older than him, the second they walked into the bar. It was a quiet night, and having worked here for years to help Mom pay rent, I knew that these two were new to the area. I liked them immediately and was glad it wasn’t busy. We struck up a conversation about trading when I found out that he did it for a living. I was blown away by his knowledge, but I had formulated a new strategy and made a decent amount of change over the past year with Bitcoin.

"Google Tec," I answered, being a bit of a smartass.

"You learned all that off the internet?"

"I mined a bit of Bitcoin then lost most of it day trading like a blind man. I decided I needed to work out how to do it properly. So, I spend about an hour each night after I get home learning what I can. It’s really so my mom and I can live more comfortably. I’m a bit of a ‘mommy’s boy’, or so I’ve been told," I said with a nervous chuckle, serving them another round.

"My name is Bernie Noble, and this is Loise. I would love to talk to you and your mom about trying out this theory of yours and doing it on a larger scale than your few coins. But we will have to come up with a business plan to go before the board," Bernie said, surprising me.

"I'm Troy.” I moved to shake his hand. “I’m just amazed that you are even interested, because this is only a very ...

... new asset class," I said, really blown away, but realizing this could just be the alcohol talking.

"Here is my card. Ring me tomorrow, but not too early. I may be late getting up after drinking and talking to you for half the night. Loise, let’s go back to the hotel,” Bernie said and kissed her as they made their way out of the door.

I put the card safely in my wallet, even though I was skeptical. Hopefully, Bernie would remember talking to me in the morning. When I got home after midnight, Mom was still awake and made me a snack before bed. I sat watching her walk around the kitchen in her old and very thin nighty. I don't think she realized that I could make out every curve of her body, but I was mesmerized by her breasts swaying unrestrained under the thin cloth. I shook my head, trying to get the unholy thoughts to go away.

"Hi Bernie, it's Troy from last night. You said to ring; I hope it’s not too early?" I asked on the phone, hoping I wasn't making a fool of myself.

"Hi, Troy. I rarely give out my card like that, and yes, I was hoping you would call. You already passed my litmus test by ringing when you said you would. We are in town for another two days. When can we have lunch or dinner with you and your mom?" Bernie asked, relieving some of my anxiety.

"I asked Mom this morning, and she was free for dinner either night," I answered, so happy he remembered our conversation. I was looking forward to picking his brain over dinner.

"OK, tonight it is. I ...