First of all, have no idea how or where orgies are held.
Soa, I don't care, it's just fiction.
Toa, have a nice read.
It's a one time story but I prefer writing more complex and interesting ones with two-three chapters. Hope you'll check them too.
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I still vividly remember those strange days, especially the very one. My friend, Josh, texted me a picture on my phone of my mother coming out of a club where people settle for orgies.
There was no mistaking her - my mother, Joan, aged 42 and still breathtakingly beautiful, emerged from the dimly lit club like a vision of sin. The photo captured her in all her glory - her curvaceous figure, ample bosom, and long, flowing brown hair - as though daring me to look away.
Dying of embarrassment, I convinced Josh it was just someone who looked like her. Josh had never been the sharpest tool in the shed, so of course, he believed it was just someone who looked like her.
I could feel my cheeks burning with shame as I tried to brush off the photo and pretend that everything was okay. But deep down, I knew that my world had changed forever. The realization that my mother went to such clubs or even had something to do with them stayed with me and weighted my soul for weeks. How could she do such a thing? Did she really participate there? The thought of my mother in such a place, surrounded by strangers and engaging in unspeakable acts, was almost too much to bear. I was 18, I had had sex a few times and my fantasy was running wild.
That afternoon was like any other. I was lounging on my bed, scrolling through my phone when my mother, entered the room. Her shorts showed off her toned legs, while her brown shoulder-length hair framed her face perfectly. Mom's green eyes sparkled as she moved towards me, applying a coat of lipstick to her plump lips. Josh, my best friend, always commented on how fit my mother looked like a MILF, but I never paid much attention to his remarks.
"I wanted to tell you something important, Frank. Your dad isn't here, so I'll just come out and say it.. My biology clock is ticking and I want another baby. We're planning to have one."
"Yes, cool, Mom. When are you thinking of having the baby?" I asked, forcing myself to sound enthusiastic.
"Well, we're still figuring out the details, but it's something we're definitely considering. We just wanted you to be the first to know."
"Thanks for telling me". I said unemotionally. I already knew that they want to have another baby. Their constant efforts over the past six months had been difficult to ignore, especially when I heard the muffled sounds emanating from their bedroom. But seems like dad's sperm is not as potent as it was.
"By the way, I'm off to see my friends," she said, glancing at me as she finished applying her lipstick. "Your father will be out late again tonight, so you'll be home alone. Don't bring anyone into the house, okay, Frank?"
"Sure, Mom," I replied absentmindedly, my gaze briefly dropping down to take in her bare legs. I quickly looked away, feeling a flush of embarrassment creep up my cheeks.
"Okay, bye," she said, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek before making her way to the door.
As she left the room, I couldn't help but follow her with my eyes, watching as her hips swayed with every step. I began to wonder if she was really going to see her friends, or if it was just a cheap excuse to cover up her true intentions. Maybe it wasn't her in that compromising picture after all. I knew I had to find out for myself.
When she left the house, I immediately followed her, dressed in inconspicuous clothing so that I would be harder to recognize.
As she walked, I noticed groups of guys leering at her attractive figure as they passed by, but I was used to this by now. After about twenty minutes, I recognized the location from the photo: the same street, but the club building still wasn't in sight.
"Could it just be a coincidence?" I wondered to myself.
But my doubts were soon erased as I caught sight of the building itself, and watched as my mother disappeared inside, an guard scanning her ID badge for entry.
So was it all true, what Josh had said? Had my mother really been keeping secrets?
Forgetting myself in my thoughts, I approached the guard without even realizing it. His gruff voice jolted me back to reality.
"Your pass," he barked.
My heart racing with fear and tension, I fumbled for an excuse. "Uh... I... I forgot it," I mumbled.
The guard's skeptical gaze bore into me. "Forgot it? Or don't have it?"
I knew I should confess, but the words caught in my throat. "I don't have it," I finally admitted.
"Got it. We're free for newbies today, fly in buddy." The guard smirked and kicked me roughly in the shoulder, sending me tumbling inside.
The unfamiliar smell hit me first as I stumbled into the lobby, which was eerily empty save for a lone girl at a makeshift reception desk. She eyed me with an odd smile.
"You're new, aren't you?" she asked. "I don't remember seeing you before."
I mumbled something unintelligible, eager to leave this strange place as soon as possible. But the girl wasn't done with me yet.
"The locker room is on the second floor, next to the stairs," she informed me. "And don't forget your mask."
She produced a strange mask covered in sequins and cheap jewelry, and handed it to me. My fingers closed around the mask's cheap jewelry and strange, glittering nonsense.
"Why do I need it?" I asked.
"To protect our clients' privacy," the girl replied. "It's better if nobody recognizes your face while you're here."
I hesitated for a moment. "Okay. And the locker room is on the second floor?"
