NOTE.
My first story, the first part of this, was short due to a computer crash. Much of the original was lost and I was not able to recover it.
Please forgive this and please continue to send feedback.
Please note that every thing I write is simply fiction.
Thank you.
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Having not been "out" with a guy in a very long time and not really sure how to dress, Nancy was a bit nervous about her outfit. The little black dress, sexy black nylons, and some rather conservative, black pumps. She wanted desperately to look her best for Joey.
"God Nancy! What's wrong with you?" she asked herself realising her pussy was now even wetter than after her spanking.
Convincing herself she was just checking to be sure she didn't need to change her panties, Nancy eased a hand between her thighs and slid two fingers over her crotch. A whimper escaped her as she pressed her hand firmly against her panty covered pussy and leaned forward, till her knuckles were against the edge of her dressing table.
Watching herself in the mirror, Nancy gently began to grind her hips, forcing her hungry pussy against her fingers, increasing the pressure slowly until she felt her knees buckle. Leaning over the table and bracing herself on her free hand, Nancy began to massage her pussy lips vigorously while pressing the heel of her thumb hard against her clit.
Nancy moaned then gasped loudly as her knees grew even weaker.
"Oh god Joey!" she cried out a little too loud as her body was rocked with the best ever, self induced orgasm of her life.
It took Nancy a few minutes to regain her composure but finally she was able to finish getting ready. After changing her now totally soaked panties and applying the bright, pure red lipstick she thought of as slutty as it was typically worn by the cheep hookers Nancy would see coming into the cafe she worked at as a waitress to help pay her way through school years ago.
A lite knock on the door brought Nancy back to the here and now.
"Are you ready yet?" her son asked.
"All-almost honey." Nancy answered, checking herself in the mirror once more.
As he drove Joey noticed his mother was not her usual, talkative self. She was more reserved and seemed to have something on her mind.
"Of course she has something on her mind." he thought. He'd just spanked her bare ass and then massaged it in a not so innocent fashion. Her response to the spanking had not been lost on him either. She'd obviously enjoyed it.
Joey knew the instant he'd started spanking his mother she was his. Most women need this type of authority and Nancy was no exception. It's only a matter of time he realised. He'd noticed the scent of her wet pussy as he caressed the lotion into her beautiful ass. He most likely could have had her then and there but "no, she needs to want it, not just need it. I want you to beg for it." Joey thought as he pulled the car into the parking lot of a quiet little bistro where he knew his mother liked to eat. Joey had been here a few times with his friends but had only brought his mother her once before.
"Oh I love this place Baby." Nancy said cheerfully.
"As do I. Remember when I brought you here the first time you visited Vagina Beach?" Joey said.
"Oh I remember it well." Nancy answered as the car pulled to a stop.
"We'll enjoy a nice meal and then a little dancing." Joey said as he escorted his mother to their table.
"I haven't been dancing in so long." she said as he seated her.
"As good as you look tonight I feel the need to show you off." Joey told her.
"No one's wanted to 'show me off' in years." his mother said.
"Well, you are by far the most attractive woman in this place and I'm proud to be seen with you." he said.
"I think you're exaggerating a little now."
"Not at all. Every guy in this place has already noticed you. They'd all love to take you home tonight." he told her.
"You're the only man taking me home." Nancy whispered.
An hour later, after they'd eaten and had finished a bottle of wine, most of which had went into Nancy's glass, they walked two doors down the street to a small little dance club you could pass a hundred times and never notice.
"Is this where you bring all your dates?" Nancy asked as they found an out of the way table and Joey ordered drinks for them both.
"Not all of them, just the special ones." He told her.
"So, I'm special then?" Nancy asked.
"Of course you are. More so than any other." Her son told her.
Nancy was surprised at the warm feeling his compliment gave her. Both in her heart and between her thighs.
As they sat with out talking Joey could see his mother squirming in her seat.
"That ass is sore I see. Bet you wont throw shit at me again." He thought as he finished his drink.
"Finish that and lets dance." Joey said as he stood from his chair.
Nancy quickly downed the last of her wine and followed her son out onto the dance floor. A slow song was just starting and Joey guided his mother to a not so well lit part of the floor. Turning to face her Joey placed his hands on her hips and pulled her close.
"I like this song." Nancy whispered as she pressed herself against her sons body.
"Me to." Joey said pulling her even closer to him.
"Oh god." Nancy thought as she felt her sons bulging crotch press firmly against her midsection.
As she allowed herself to melt into her sons embrace Nancy felt as if everyone in the place was watching her. Watching this wanton slut clinging to her young son and craving his attention. She felt transparent, as if everyone knew she was dancing with her son. Not only that but that they knew he'd spanked her, that she'd enjoyed it in a way and she felt they could somehow tell she wanted him physically.
Nancy knew these were irrational thoughts. She'd not lived in the Virginia Beach area in twenty years, and then only for a couple of years, so it would be all but imposable for anyone here to know her. Still...maybe it was just paranoia, maybe guilt. She knew this whole thing was wrong on many levels but she was helpless against her lust, her desire. She craved not only the physical, sexual attention of a man, but the strong guidance of a man that would, could take possession of her.
Suddenly Nancy was jarred out of her contemplative state when her sons hand slipped beneath the hem of her dress and squeezed her tender ass cheek firmly.
"Baby, someone could see us." Nancy protested quietly.
"So?" Joey said squeezing her ass hard enough to make her whimper.
This put an end to Nancy's protests and she allowed herself to enjoy the closeness they were sharing.
As they danced she could feel the firmness of his bulging crotch against her stomach. It had been so long sense she'd felt a mans hard crotch against her. By the end of the first song Joey had pulled his mother even closer to him. So much so that she could tell he had an erection. Nancy wondered if it was because of her that her son was hard.
"Of course it's because of me." she told herself, thinking it must be obvious to him and everyone else that she was practically in heat because of her own son.
"One more?" Nancy said just as her son was about to release her.They'd danced to a few songs but she was not ready to stop just yet.
"Sure. You like it don't you?" Joey asked as he pressed himself firmly against her once more.
"Yes I love it." Nancy answered. Not sure if he meant dancing or the feeling of his erection against her. It didn't matter she realised. The answer was the same either way.
"Is your bottom sore?" Joey asked as he slipped his hands down onto her ass cheeks. Nancy lay her head against her sons chest and nodded.
"Yes, a little." she admitted.
"sorry but it was necessary, you were well out of hand." Joey told her.
"I know." his mother whispered.
After a couple more songs they returned to their table for one last drink.
