I had decided to go out Friday night with my mates from work. I was 22 and had not been out for a while so I was a bit wary of the outside world. The night out at the club was quickly turning into a disaster. I was buying girls drinks but they still didn't see interested in me. I remember counting five girls accepting a drink and then leaving me a few minutes later, was I that bad??? Anyway I decided to get a taxi and head home.
I wasn't drunk, I only had a couple so I knew where I was and what I was doing. When I eventually got home after the taxi got home, I wanted to put the key in the door quietly as it was 3am and I didn't want to wake my parents. I was living with my parents because I had just finished University and had no where to stay.
As I went quietly through the door, I preceded to climb up the stairs, but I noticed the kitchen light on. I went to investigate, thinking it could be burglars at this time, but it turned out to be my mum. She was sitting at the breakfast bar with her knee length gown on, with probably an even shorter nightie on underneath.
"What are you doing up so late?" I asked.
"I couldn't sleep because of your fathers snoring" She said.
My mum was sitting there eating a yoghurt and was constantly licking the spoon for every last bit, this was turning me on a bit, I have to admit.
"Come here and sit next to me" Mum said
"Have you had a fun night?" she said.
"It was ok, I guess. I put on some pretty neat moves on the dance floor."
"Really," she said enthusiastically, "Me and father are going dancing tomorrow night, I need some practice will you help me?"
