Jane believed the intense coupling with her son had been some sort of dream. Then she thought it would never happen again, but dearly hoped that it would.
And it did.
Coming home from work, Tod had dragged her by the wrist to her bed and mashed his lips against hers. At that moment any remaining hesitation left her. He lifted her kitchen dress and she wrapped her legs around him, helping him enter her with her hand.
She rested her head against his chest, smiling. Her son's body was fit, not unlike his father's, a man she desperately wanted to forget.
The hesitation returned. Making love to her son wasn't her only impulsive act. Somehow she'd managed to seduce his friends as well. Jane had Tod's blessing to do so, but still, what if their parents found out? Grown men they might be, but their families would still object to such sexual wantonness.
It had felt wonderful at the time. She would never regret
that
feeling. But after?
Her troubled thoughts whirled. Leaving her son's naked body, she went to wash her face. Jane didn't see in it the face of a seductress, or the body of one to match it. Taking her heavy breasts in her hands, she pushed them together and made a face in the mirror like the younger girls did on their social media feeds.
But no amount of positivity, makeup, or positioning could make her other than what she was: an old woman. Maybe it wasn't her looks that had convinced those teens to engage in a threesome with her. Could it have all been a joke? Or worse, an act of pity setup by her son?
Her back straitened in shock as Tod came up behind her. He kissed her neck and his hand replaced hers on her breasts. She relaxed her back into him as he groped her from behind, his cock hard again, pressed into the globes of her ass. His erection and warm hands on her, as well as gentle kisses, dispelled her growing doubts...for now.
***
Jane was a woman of regrets. Regret over how her marriage had ended, regret at ever dating the cheater, regret at raising her son to see his mother as someone to be pitied, and now, regret over doubting her wonderful son, Tod. To think that he would play such a cruel joke as to have his friend pity-fuck her.
What had gotten into her? She needed to do something, had to solve this turmoil in her mind before it ruined her new relationship with her son. Not having any idea how to do so, she searched her favorite online forum for lonely women such as herself. She found an answer from a woman she'd corresponded with, who had similar issues.
She suggested going clubbing. Jane had never done so before, but if she could engage in a threesome, why not a night of dancing? The reaction of clubbers would prove her doubts unfounded and that she was a woman to be desired.
And so, Jane rummaged through her closet until she found her old dress that she'd only worn on the few post-marriage dates with Tod's father.
The dress was of a light gray, decorated with glittery stars. It looked more like a birthday dress but Tod's father used to like it and it was really all she had other than a plain black gown meant for funerals.
Jane squeezed into the dress and posed in front of the mirror. She still felt silly and her breasts threatened to force their way out her dress. Smoothing the dress around her hips, she patted her face. It would have to do.
She drove herself to the club her online friend had recommended. Jane expected blaring music and blind lights. Instead, there was a silent line of young men and women—but surprisingly mostly women—waiting to enter.
She prepared to make her way to the back of the line until a thick hand rested on her shoulder. The bouncer, a giant of a man, put a thick finger on his earpiece as Jane looked up at him in fear. Had she messed up already? Then his hand left her shoulder and he waved her inside, to the groans of all in the line. With wide eyes and nervous steps, Jane entered the club.
That's when the sensations hit her.
The music, so loud that she couldn't tell what it was, mixed with the strobing lights, threatening to overload her senses. And the smell of the place was unpleasant. A mix of perfume, cologne, alcohol, and the air freshener being dispersed to mitigate the other smells made her stomach churn.
Only a change in DJs to a soundtrack of a slower pace helped. Jane still wanted to throw up, but that was no way to attract attention. At least, not the attention she wanted.
Squeezing her way through the dancers with no goal except for finding some space to move, Jane began to feel hands on her body, particularly her ass and hips. She went around the floor without deciding to stay where she was, letting the men and some women feel what she had to offer.
Boldly, she tried dancing with the strangers, even pushing her ass up against their crotches. But whenever she started getting into it and matching her swaying with the music, the hands would move away from her, seemingly having had their fill.
She couldn't have been that bad of a dancer. After almost an hour of this and her ass and feet were getting sore. Jane retired to the bar. Maybe drinks would help with the soreness and the pain in her ears from the loud music.
Jane turned her head and saw no men approaching to ask her to dance. Again she noticed the lack of men at the club. Maybe it wasn't one of those nights that they let in ladies for free drinks. Then again, she knew so little of the clubbing scene that it could be this was the norm.
What would she do if a man did approach her? Dance with him, of course, but what after?
Was her relationship with her son exclusive? It couldn't be. He watched as she fucked his buddies. Though that was under much different circumstances. She'd had his blessing and encouragement.
Her worries were interrupted by giggling that alerted Jane even over the music. A group of girls sat next to each other, and they were pointing at her. Jane understood that it must have surprised them to see someone like her there. She tried ignoring them. She couldn't hear them, anyway.
That was until the music stopped again. They said she didn't belong there and commented on the men who had touched her. "I mean, look at that fat ass — of course they had to see if it was for real."
"Yeah, I got a grab, too. They're real, but those tits aren't."
"The club owner probably let her in for the laughs. It worked." The girls burst into another fit of giggles.
It made sense. It explained why no one had engaged with her. She was an oddity, an old mother hanging with the youths, trying to be cool. Of course, they expressed their interest in her in a way she hadn't expected.
Jane now wished the music would start again so it could drown out the girls' taunts. Instead, the contents of another woman's drink did that.
The girl screeched and her friends made protests, but the woman matched their fury with quiet. The girls backed off and the woman strode to Jane. "They are not used to being stood up to. They much prefer snickering from the sidelines."
"Ms. Foster? What are you doing here?" Then Jane blushed. Ms. Foster could ask the same of her.
"As of right now? Leaving."
Jane followed after Ms. Foster, glad to be out of the place. Tears welled up as Jane thought of what a fool she'd made of herself, coming here in a dress fit for a fool and thinking she could make a hit there.
Then she tripped in her high-heels and the tears started flowing.
Ms. Foster helped her up and helped her home.
