Hi I'm mark and I'm going to tell the story about the time I gave my mom a tattoo for her birthday. At the time I was twenty-four and my mom Sarah was turning forty. We lived together in a nice apartment in the city and had a wonderful relationship. Some may be wondering what a twenty-four year old man was doing living with his mother but for us it just seemed natural. It had always just been the two of us and as we both got older, even through collage and starting out in the work force, it always just felt right.
We were very close, as you might guess, and had a lot in common. I played football in high-school and while I wasn't bad it didn't land me a scholarship or anything like that. What it did do though was develop a deep love for the game, and that was one thing that mom and I shared. She loves football as much as I do and we watch together all the time.
We both lived our lives and had our relationships. We were always very open and honest, but gave each other the utmost privacy and therefor had very few awkward moments. The few awkward moments we did have centered around our minimal sixteen year age difference. There were a couple of times that I dated one of her co-workers and once mom had dated someone I knew from collage. Even though he was a few years older than me it still felt weird.
I'm almost a tall guy at a towering 6' even, with a fit, if slightly soft 190 pound frame. I keep my brown hair neatly cut and parted and everyone seems to love my green eyes. I dress pretty simply, normally with jeans and a shirt, depending on the situation. I have several tattoos and pierced ears, twice on the left, to round out my look. Not bad if I do say so myself.
Mom on the other hand is a simple beauty and when she smiles you can't help but smile with her. She has straight, light brown hair, that flows to her shoulders, with light brown eyes as well. She is a slender 5'4" and i don't dare guess her weight. She wears a C-cup for all the breast lovers and a nice little cherry of an ass when she wears tight jeans. She also has pierced ears but unlike me, no tattoos.
With her fortieth birthday upcoming I knew I needed to do something really special. That is when I came up with my tattoo idea. I figured she could break out of her shell a bit and hell, even if she didn't like the idea I could use it for myself and get her something else.
On the day of moms party we had a small family get together at my grandparents home and it was really a good time. To my relief mom liked all of her gifts, including mine, and was smiling the whole time. It just melts the heart to see her smile. After we got home she told me that she had plans to go out with her girlfriends and made plans with me for tattoo shopping the next day.
Moms night out with the girls was always interesting, as she had a pretty diverse group of friends. Most of them were nurses, like her, but besides that they seemed to have very little in common. Mom just had a way of bringing people together. That night they took her out drinking, and dancing, then they went to see the male strippers before more drinking and dancing.
Mom told me all about her night as a nursed away her hangover and we casually watched the early game on T.V. She apologized for being so hung over and canceled out tattoo shopping trip but i told her it was no biggy and we just spent the day lounging and watching football.
It was Tuesday that I was surprised at work with a text that mom wanted to meet me after work to go look at some designs. Apparently she was a little more excited than I thought. When I got to the tattoo place she was already there and we spent hours looking at sheet after sheet of possibilities. We both thought the a small sexy design on the ankle would be best for her fist one but she was really enjoying the process, and I have to admit that I enjoyed it too. I think we looked at every design in the place. We also watched a tattoo being given and a tongue getting pierced. She really winced at that one.
The next day I was surprised again with another text at work. Mom was really getting into this and wanted to try round two at another parlor. I had never been to this one and we showed up together after a quick bite to eat. It was much larger and far more open. All of the chairs were on the main floor with work being done with the exception of one private stall for more intimate areas and/or shy customers. It looked extremely sanitary and safe, but more importantly mom actually chose a one of a kind design that had been drawn by one of the shops artists. We made an appointment and were on our way. My gift certificate was for the other place but, like I said, it was no big deal because I could still use it for myself.
Mom was so funny for the rest of the week. Like a giddy little school girl in her excitement for the adventure to come. When Saturday rolled around mom looked really good. She wore those tight jeans with some short pumps and a form fitting t-shirt with extra short sleeves and vertical stripes in the fabric that showed off her curves. Mom could really look good when she wanted to, and I guess she wanted to look extra good for her big day.
When we got to the parlor they weren't quite as busy as they had been before, only two other customers. We went right in for our appointment and twenty minutes later mom had a sexy rose design on her left ankle. You could tell it hurt her a little as he was doing it but she just glowed with joy.
Other customers were begin to come in and as I was paying, mom really got a surprise. One of the female customers shed her top right in the middle of the floor and sat waiting for her piercer. She was a younger girl, maybe twenty or so, with decent little titties and not an ounce of shyness.
"Is she getting a tattoo on her tits?" mom whispered into my ear.
"Both nipples pierced," moms tattoo artist answered her question for me.
"Can I watch?" she inquired with eyes wide. She really was like a little school girl.
"You have to ask her and Carl, but I know he don't mind and it sure looks like she enjoys the attention." he answered and motioned mom over toward the piercer Carl.
Everyone was agreeable and mom watched wide-eyed as Carl prepped, pierced, and bandaged the girls cute little A-cup titties.
As soon as that girl walked away mom went to Carl and asked, "Can I be next?" Then she looked back at me as sort of an after thought, "You don't mind, do you, it will only take a little longer."
"whatever floats your boat mom," I answered, "but are you sure?"
"Oh yeah I'm definitely sure," she said, then turned to Carl, "can we do it in there though," pointing to the private room, "I'm not quite as open as that girl was."
"No problem, that's why we have the room," Carl answered, "Just give me a minute or two to get set up and I can fit you in right now."
Mom was on cloud nine and I have to say that I was a bit shocked. Mom excused herself to go to the bathroom and when she came back it was quite clear what she was doing in there. There was no hiding the fact that my mother was now bra-less and quite excited as her nipple stuck out like beacons from her form fitting white shirt.
"Come on in," Carl was ready at the door.
"Good luck mom," I said with a smile.
"oh no," she said, "you're coming with me." She grabbed my hand and started pulling me. "Please, this is going to hurt. Hold my hand for me," she pleaded and I went along even if it did seem really weird.
When we got into the private room mom wasted no time shedding her shirt, freeing her amazing tits, and climbing into the chair. Although her grip on my hand was tight and she only let go long enough to lose the shirt she was clearly ready to get this going.
"Wow mom I don't know what you're so shy about," I said without even thinking, "you're tits are tons better than that other girls."
