I'm a 38 year old woman and I have a true story about my son. My first husband and I married at an early age due to my pregnancy at age 16. He became a successful lawyer and I, an administrative assistant.
We had only one son but my husband and I never got along very well. After a few years of fighting, we divorced and he used his legal knowledge to make it so I would not be able to see my son, David, until he was of age and could decide for himself.
Many years passed and I had moved to another city. I remarried but never had another child. One day I got a letter from David, who was now 22 years old, saying he had been thinking about me and was interested in getting together and re-establishing our mother/son relationship.
For months we wrote each other and exchanged photos. He was very handsome and I was proud that he had become a clean cut, good looking young man. He told me that I looked younger than he had expected and that he thought that I looked beautiful.
Then one day he wrote and told me that he was hoping to further his education and had applied to a school near me. A friend of his had helped him land a job working in a nightclub where he dances on Lady's Nights.
I had no idea that he was the type to dance in those kinds of clubs. I had been to the club where he works with some friends and new that they were pretty tame, no nudity. But I guess if he could make good money that way, then why not.
We exchanged numbers and he called soon after to ask if we could meet Saturday night. He had something to do during the day but would be ready by 7 or 8 o'clock. I said it was too bad my husband was out of town and that he would miss meeting him this time around, but I had planned to attend a wedding shower that day anyway, so that night would be ok.
Saturday afternoon came and I arrived at the wedding shower. The bride, Tammy, was a young friend of mine from work. I knew a few of the other girls from work, but most of the girls at the shower were a little younger than me, in their late twenties or so. I had talked about my son to my friends only briefly, but hadn't mentioned that he had moved to town or where he worked.
One of the bride's maids, Candi, was a sexy, outgoing girl, and she was instigating some serious partying. She was all giddy about the fact that they had hired a male stripper from a local nightclub and he was hot.
When I heard this my stomach dropped to the floor and I thought my heart would thump right out of my chest. 'Oh my god,' I thought, 'please don't let it be David, please.' That would not be a good way for the two of us to meet after so many years.
I made a quick decision to leave a little early on the outside chance that it would be David arriving to strip for this rowdy group of half drunk females.
Just as I was saying my goodbyes to a chorus of "Oh, no you don't," the doorbell rang. Screams filled the room and Candi rushed for the door. I looked around for an escape, but found I was cornered into the back of the room.
Some of the girls started moving chairs into a circle to give the dancer more room. In all the confusion, I was plunked down in a chair with a far away look in my eyes trying to figure out how to avoid an unpleasant encounter with the son I hadn't seen in over 14 years, IF in fact it was David who walked through that door. I crossed my fingers and prayed that it would be someone else.
Suddenly, Candi came around the corner and behind her was a 6 foot 2 inch hunk of a young man in a policeman's uniform. I immediately put my hands to my face in case he saw me first. I let my eyes peek through my fingers and looked hard at the face of this man and nearly had a heart attack.
It was David! I knew it was. I had studied his photos almost every night over the last two weeks. I could tell by the features of his face. I had never seen his adult body in person, but by the photos he had sent me, it was him.
The rest of the girls sat down while this big, handsome young man, dressed as a policeman, started whacking his nightstick in his hand and saying something about the bride being under arrest for being a very bad girl. Up to this point he was mostly facing away from me, so he hadn't seen me yet.
Then he started to dance and move around the room. When he got over to where I was sitting I must have had a sheepish look on my face and must have turned 10 shades of red. He looked at me while he was dancing and did a hard double-take.
He almost stopped dancing when he suddenly realized who I was. I quickly gave him a covert shake of my head signaling him to not say anything and simply go about his routine. He got the hint and slowly moved on to the girls next to me.
I looked around to see if the others had noticed anything. Luckily they were all glued to his moves and what he was doing and saying. I could tell by the way he would dart little glances my way that he was uncomfortable about us seeing each other this way. I felt the tension between us and knew that I was going to get more than I bargained for. Little did I know...
Soon he was removing his clothing a little at a time. Too little by the screams of the girls. They wanted him to take it all off. While looking at him dance I started to notice just how well proportioned and muscular he was. I was proud and nervous at the same time. After a while I became a little more comfortable.
He was good at what he did and the girls were going nuts. I must say that I was starting to go nuts too. I'd had a few drinks and was feeling the effects. Pretty soon I was smiling and laughing and thinking, "This isn't so bad... he'll get down to his G string, the girls will tuck a few bucks and he'll go home."
I was actually looking forward to seeing my son in a G string. Hell, I was proud I had a son that looked like that. I didn't look too bad either, I thought. I had worn a nice outfit that showed off my curves. I was also proud of how I looked now that he was also getting a look at me for the first time since he was a child. I had worn a short jacket over my thin white blouse.
It was starting to get hot in there, so I removed the jacket. Once I removed it I remembered the reason I wear that jacket with that top is because the top has a tendency to show a little too much cleavage and the sides of my breasts poke out a little. It was more of a gathered halter top.
My breasts are bigger than the average girl, and I'm very proud of them. But this top can be a little revealing at times, and this was one of them.
David noticed that I had become a lot more relaxed and it caused him to relax as well. He was glancing in my direction more often and looking at me like this was some sort of fun game. It started to make me a little high. He was giving me these flirtatious looks and smoldering stares... of course he was doing that to all the girls.
But it really had an affect on me. I was getting a little worked up just thinking about this young man stripping down and dancing in front of us.... and he was my son!