Joanne got a kick out of teasing her 18-year-old son Brian. She would bend over to pick something off the floor when she knew he was looking; or she'd press her warm body up against him when they hugged, flattening her chest against his; or she'd leave her worn panties lying around the bathroom floor after her shower.
She knew she was an attractive woman and that Brian was aroused by her flirtatious ways. What man wouldn't be? She had long legs, shoulder length auburn hair and green eyes—and an ass to die for. For his age, Brian wasn't half bad either. He was 6'2" and fairly well built. His only flaw was that he was extremely shy around girls even his mother.
The first time his mother bent over in front of him, he thought he would die. She was wearing a short skirt and no panties. She lingered for a second, making sure Brian got a good look. Her cheeks parted and revealed a gaping asshole as well as glistening pussy lips. But what was most amazing of all to Brian was this. Suddenly, her asshole contracted and winked at him. He had no idea women could do that with their bodies. Indeed, Joanne had excellent body control. Whenever she was sitting at her desk or in her car, she'd practice contracting the walls of her vagina as well as her sphincter muscles. She'd read about it in Vogue, that it kept a woman tight well even into middle age.
Because even though she was on the cusp of middle age, she wasn't about to let herself go. She still exercised and went out dancing on the weekend. She kept herself looking young and. more importantly, feeling young.
As much fun as she had being single and active, she was worried about Brian. On Friday and Saturday nights, he'd stay home while she went out. He didn't seem to have that many friends, let alone any female friends. Hardly anyone ever called the house asking for him. He was rather quiet and sensitive and he liked to write and read—not exactly your typical horny teenager.
One day after school, she asked him the question all mothers ponder about their sons. "Brian, are you gay?"
His cheeks turned bright crimson, so caught off guard was he by his mother's probing question. He stammered.
"I'm not."
"Because if you are, that's fine with me," Joanne said. "As long as you're happy."
"I told you I'm not."
Inside, Joanne felt a deep sigh of relief. She knew there was nothing wrong with being gay, but she felt better that he was your typical horny teenager.
"So what's the problem? You're young, good looking and smart. I bet the girls are dying for you to ask them out. I know I would."
"I guess I find none of them attractive. Sure, they're pretty in a girly sort of way. But they're not womanly enough, if you get my drift."
"Not like mom, right?" Joanne said with a grin.
"Definitely not. I mean, what are you, like a D cup? Most girls I know are barely Bs."
Joanne blushed. "Thanks. I guess I am curvier than most women."
"And your ass," Brian said. "Don't get me started about that one."
"Oh baby, you're so sweet to me. I bet you're just saying that to be nice."
"Honest to God. You have, like, the roundest nicest ass I've ever seen."
"Stop it," she said. "You're killing me." And though she pretended to be modest, she knew he was right.
"What are you doing this Friday?" she asked.
"Uh, nothing, why?"
"I was thinking you could come with me to a bar or club. Maybe I could introduce you to some older women and you can get over this whole being shy business."
Brian's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.
Friday couldn't come fast enough. All week Brian thought about it. He wondered why the bouncer owed his mom a favor. Had she given him a hand job or better yet a blow job?
Joanne, too, was looking forward to their date, although she wouldn't call it that. But how else could you describe it? A grown beautiful woman was going out on Friday with a handsome young man. She tried to get a hold of herself by telling herself he was her son and that she was only going to give him a few pointers on how to approach women. Nevertheless, she felt a moist warmness in her crotch when she thought about Friday.
On the appointed night, Joanne pulled out all the stops. She showered and shaved and did her hair and makeup. She put on stiletto heels and the sexiest dress she owned, a low cut black number that stopped just above her thigh. Brian couldn't help himself when he saw her. He stared, open mouthed, blown out of his mind.
"Wow mom you look amazing."
"Why thank you," she said and did a twirl. "Not bad for a forty-year old, eh?"
Brian couldn't see a panty line, so he assumed she was wearing a thong or G-string or better yet nothing at all. He became light headed when he thought of this possibility, that there was nothing underneath that sheer black dress.
"I hope you're not embarrassed to be going out with your mom."
"Not at all. It's an honor. I'll have the sexiest date at the club."
There was that word again: date. Joanne had refrained from using it, but now it was clear that he, too, was having similar thoughts.
The club was dark, noisy and crowded. The bouncer didn't give Brian any trouble. All Joanne had to say was, "He's with me" and the bouncer let him in, no questions asked.
"Do you want anything to drink?"
"A Coke is fine," Brian said.
"Come on, this isn't your prom. Have a little fun."
"Jack and Coke then."
"Excellent choice. I'll be right back."
The dance floor was crowded. Scantily clad men and women were grinding against each other. Some of them were even making out. Joanne was right. These women looked nothing like the girls from his high school. They were fuller, sexier and better looking.
"See anything you like?"
His mother was back with his drink.
"A few," Brian said, trying to be cool.
