The Girl on the Video, Parts IV - VI - Sex Stories

The Girl on the Video, Parts IV - VI

... eat,” I said. “Someplace nice, where you dress nice.”

“I know just the place,” she said.

After making the reservation, she showed me to my room and we both went into different bathrooms to get ready. I showered and pulled on slacks and a dress shirt. I was sitting in the living room when my mother came out of her room dressed in a conservative dress and blouse.

I had to admit I was disappointed. I knew it was wrong, but I had suffered so much for her and this was the best she could do?

I didn’t know what kind of a reaction I was going to get from her, but I decided to take the bull by the horns.

“You’re not going like that are you?” I said.

“What do you mean?”

I rolled my eyes. “If you were going out to dinner with your sister, how would you dress?”

She bit her lip but didn’t say anything. So I took her arm and gave her a gentle shove back towards her bedroom.

“Making up with Jesse and I will be easier if you cut the act,” I said. “Go put on something more appropriate – or should I say inappropriate. You know you want to, you practically telegraphed it earlier. Your reaction was topic A on the ride home.”

She still didn’t move, she just stood there, frozen.

I slapped her ass then gave her a gentle shove towards the bedroom.

“I’ve already seen every inch of your body,” I added. “After what you put me through, you better be ready to use it to make me happy. Every inch of it, every hole.”

The wicked smile I had seen flash to life earlier ...

... in the day crawled back across my mother’s face. She leaned forward and kissed me on the lips gently, then put her cheek next to mine and whispered in my ear.

“I knew I raised you right,” she whispered. “I’ll be a few.” Then turned and walked very slowly into her bedroom, stripping off her blouse and her dress along the way and leaving them laying on the floor. She paused at the door to her bedroom in just her bra and thong. She bent over and gaped her ass behind the cord of the thong, then turned, winked, and disappeared inside.

When she emerged a half hour later, my mother wore a thin red spaghetti tank that accentuated her curves, showed a lot of cleavage, and revealed her nipples at just the right angle and light. She had on a tight fitting stretchy denim mini skirt, that barely covered her ass, fishnets, and heels. Her makeup was flawless.

I literally gulped when I saw her. The woman we had met with earlier in the morning had been conservative to a fault. The woman I stared at now, mouth open, I could envision as the star of those videos we had seen. She was incredibly hot and beautiful.

She twirled once in front of me,

“Better?” she asked.

I nodded.

She came forward, pressed her chest against mine, and kissed me long and hard on the lips. She slipped a hand down and ran it up my thigh, cupping my suddenly-awake cock.

“I’m glad you like it,” she said, then disengaged.

“You better be,” I said, pinching her nipple through the fabric.

We went to ...