The Mother And Son Club - Sex Stories

The Mother And Son Club

... is experimental and have more than enough to cover any losses for the next few years while we fine-tune your trading theory," Bernie said. He must have read my worried face.

"What's the worst that can happen? We get to spend a winter in a tropical paradise soaking up the sun," Mom said, looking at me brightly.

My father took off soon after I was born. Hell, he was only seventeen and probably scared out of his mind. Mom's parents had kicked her out soon after. This was the first good thing to come her way in a very long time, and I couldn't blame her for being keen.

"I can't turn my back on the chance to try out my ideas, and I’m willing to put my money where my mouth is. Any trade, I will put all my coins on the line," I said, hoping that Burnie would trust me.

"Then let’s have a drink to celebrate our new venture together!" Bernie said, holding up a fresh glass of Dom Pérignon 2008 champagne that the waiter brought to our table. Bernie ordered another bottle.

Bernie and I left the rest of the champagne to the girls, and Bernie ordered Mortlach bourbon for us. Although I had never ordered a bottle from the pub I worked in, I knew how much it was and jumped at the chance to try it out. I was definitely not disappointed. I knew this was some sort of pissing competition for Bernie, but I wasn't playing. I didn't have the funds even to start, the bottle of bourbon alone would empty my savings account.

"Just enjoy the drinks. I’m not trying to show you up; I’m ...

... enjoying seeing your reactions to the things I’m showing you. When you get to my stage in life, it sometimes takes fresh eyes to let you know what you have achieved. It is difficult to get a thrill out of life after you have had a lot of success. I have seen a friend bet a million dollars on a 20 to 1 outsider in a horse race just for the thrill of the bet, and it ended up losing, and it was only by a nose," Bernie said, sipping his bourbon with one hand still under the table.

"I will try to relax and just enjoy the company," I said, noticing that Loise reacted to Bernie's touch a little.

The night finished with Bernie insisting on his driver taking us home, as we were quite plastered. I had Mom slumped on my shoulder and snuggling into my side. I helped her inside, and when I got her to the couch, she flopped down on it and was out like a light. I couldn't help looking as her short skirt was almost to her waist. If I had been sober, I would have looked away in fear that Mom would open her eyes and catch me, but I was drunk enough to stand between her splayed legs and stare at her pussy covered with only thin lace panties.

Just then, Mom's hand moved, and I shifted sideways to be less evident that I was staring. She scratched her pussy, pushing some of her panties into her cleft. Her hand then returned to her thigh, and now I had an even better view, with one of her outer lips fully uncovered. It was cleanly shaven with only a little hair left right at the top. Mom ...