Loving Moms Ch. 02: In the Dark

I was stunned and then suddenly felt my own hurt come rushing back upon hearing those words of betrayal.

"Why...why didn't you tell me this beforehand? Better yet...why are you letting him? I don't understand. This is so confusing."

Mom reached over the table and took my hands and said, "Honey, calm down. Listen, I figured it was best not to tell you. You have enough on your mind. As for why I'm letting him? Well because it really doesn't bother me."

"What! How could it not? You're married? And...and...and...you love him, right?"

Mom sighed and tossed me for another loop when she said, "Not really."

I sunk in my chair as the room began to spin. I was so confused. So much in the dark about this entire thing. I just couldn't understand.

"I know this is confusing, but your father does make me feel good. It's just that I settled for him after I had my heart broken."

I couldn't speak as I tried to absorb all this information. First, my ex-wife cheating and now my parents. Not to even mention what Mom and I did last night. Is this how the world really is? I wondered.

If any good came of this, I actually didn't feel that guilty anymore, but that was just a small bit of gratification.

"Glen!" I heard my mother loudly say, snapping me out of my lost mind.

I looked at her worrisome gaze and replied, "Yeah?"

"You okay?" she asked, tapping her hands on top of mine.

I pulled my hands away, letting them fall on my lap and coughed, "Yes, I'm fine."

"You up for taking me to the store now?"

"Yeah Mom," I said, standing up.

The drive to the grocery store was quiet as I thought about Mom and Dad, even though Mom did try to engage me in a conversation.

At the store, I pushed the cart as I finally accepted my parent's lifestyle. If Mom is happy and Dad is happy, who am I to judge? I thought.

However, life sure has a way of making things more complicated. As I strolled behind my mother, out of the blue I heard someone yell, "Hey Mr. Nobody."

I turned and suddenly stopped as the girl from last night approached me.

"Oh...um hi," I softly spoke.

"So you shop here also?" she asked. I felt my face blushing as Mom walked up beside me.

"So, Glen, aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?"

"Um...yeah..." I mumbled. "This is Rachel."

"Sorry, no. It's Stacey," she replied, shaking my mother's hand.

"Stacey?" I asked.

"Yes, Rachel is my stage name."

"Oh?" I heard my mother say.

I tried to interrupt, but Mom quickly followed with, "Well, Stacey, I'm Kerry, Glen's mother. So where do you dance?"

Oh shit how did she guess that?

"The bar just before town."

Well now Mom knew that I'd been there. But if that wasn't bad enough, what was said next just plain floored me.

Mom smiled and said, "Oh I know the place well. I danced there when I was younger."

"What!" I said feeling bewildered.

Apparently, I really never knew my mother at all.

"Oh Glen don't act so surprised. I told you I was a dancer."

"Yeah! But I figured a professional dancer for shows and stuff. Not a stripper!"

"Sorry if I started something..." Stacey said.

"No need, Stacey. My son is just overreacting, aren't you?" Mom fired back with a very stern look.

"Oh yeah. I'm sorry. I guess I'm just not coping well with news these days."

Mom lightheartedly chuckled and further startled me by telling this total stranger about my ex-marital problems.

I just wanted to crawl under a rock by the time Mom finished. The look of pity covered the girl's face as she said, "Well, I'm sure the right girl will come around. Who knows, you might have even met her already."

"I told him just about the same thing." Mom said. "So are you dancing tonight?"

"Mom!" I yelled.

"Shhh Glen." Mom replied, waiting for Stacey to answer.

Stacey looked at me and smiled, "Yes my shift starts at nine."

"Great maybe we'll see you there."

"We?" I huffed.

"Yes we. Or are you afraid to go with your mother?"

"No! It's just. Well..." I panicked and saw Mom's questioning look. Sighing I said, "It's fine."

"Okay then. I better get going, my mom is waiting for me to get back. Bye Glen," she said, smiling as she walked away.

Mom whispered in my ear, "I like that one. She's spunky."

"Oh Mom!" I huffed and started pushing the cart.

Of course as Mom finished her shopping, she wanted to know when and how I met Stacey, which I painfully confessed. However, it also gave me the chance to drill her as to why she led me to believe all these years that she was a professional dancer, which she explained fairly well, saying that she didn't want to explain her career to me at such a young age and thought I would figure it out when I got older. But then I asked about her lost love; Mom didn't want to discuss that with me at all.

I didn't fight her on it. Especially since, in reality, I now couldn't help but picture her on stage stripping, which I found strangely exciting.

I actually felt my cock twitch as I imagined her ass twerking in front of me.

I dropped Mom off at home and rushed into work. Needless to say, with all the news I'd just gotten my day was a blur. I still couldn't stop picturing Mom dancing seductively while stripping on a dimly lit stage.

That evening at home after Mom made supper, Dad finally called, and I listened as Mom ever so casually told him about Stacey. I was surprised when she mentioned how she and I were going to go see her.

"Your father wants to talk to you."

I swallowed hard and answered, "Yeah Dad?"

"Hey sport. Found a wild one did you?"

"No. Not really, we just met."

"Well, if she's anything like your mother, you'll have your hands full," he chuckled.

I looked at Mom who was just mischievously smiling.

"Okay Dad. Well, I got to get ready," I said, handing the phone back to Mom.

I walked back to my apartment as Mom finished her conversation.

Crashing on my bed, I thought, What the hell is happening?

So much, so quickly. I wasn't ready for this at all.

But I didn't get much time to dwell before Mom came over already dressed in a red mini skirt and a white button down top, which clearly showed that she wasn't wearing a bra under it, her nipples poking at the material.

"Shit Mom!" I yelped.

"What, don't you like it?"

"Well...yeah. It's just...a little short isn't it?"

"Compared to what the girls will be wearing I think I'm overdressed."

I just rolled my eyes and hopped out of bed.

"Aren't you changing?" Mom asked

"What's wrong with this?"

"You want to wear blue jeans and a tee shirt while I'm wearing this?"

I sighed and said, "Okay I'll put on a dress shirt and pants."

I stopped short of my closet and looked at Mom and asked, "You going to stand there?"

Mom laughed, "Why not. Did something change since last night?"

Again, I rolled my eyes and shook my head. I did feel kind of embarrassed as Mom watched me drop my pants. But as I looked at her facial expression, I felt something wicked stir inside me. My dick started to respond, and I quickly put on my dress pants. I turned to put on my shirt, trying to conceal my growing bulge. However, it was no use. By the time I swung back around it was fully hard and Mom commented,

"Pent up again, I see."

"Mom...please," I begged.

"Alright. Alright. We have to go anyways. Maybe I'll take care of that for you later."

"Jesus, Mom!"

She just laughed as we walked out the door.

Mom definitely seemed overly excited as we drove to the bar, and I couldn't believe I was actually doing this with her.

Mom held my arm as we approached the door, and I paid for both of our covers. We arrived just about the time Stacey was supposed to be working, but as we settled into a booth, she was nowhere to be seen. I order us a couple of beers, but Mom stopped me and said she wanted a Long Island Iced Tea instead.

"You sure? Those are kind of strong aren't they?"

"Yes. But it's been ages since I've had one."

"Okay," I replied, and had the waitress bring us two.

We sat and drank as different girls danced on the stage while Mom described how she would do similar moves.

At first, it was weird hearing how Mom would dance but truthfully, after a while, I wanted to hear her describe it. And it was easy to picture since Mom was very good at telling me her story.

We were on our second iced tea when Stacey made her appearance, and she immediately spotted us. Mom smiled and gave her a quick wave, but Stacey stuck to her routine. I don't know if it was the iced teas or my different mood, but somehow her dancing appeared to be more erotic.

Mom leaned into me and placed her hand on my lap and whispered, "She's really good."

I just nodded as I watched her twirl around the pole. Her body jittered and shook in perfect timing to the beat, and I felt myself almost hypnotized by her seductive sway.

Then I felt something. Something stimulating, and I looked in dismay. Mom's hand was slowly rubbing across my crotch.

"Mom..." I whispered as her hand tugged at my stiff wood.

"Shhh, honey, just watch her dance."

I began to jostle in the booth as my mother worked her hand up and down, bringing me closer to cumming in my trousers.

I started to sweat as I watched Stacey, who was now looking straight at me, smiling as she very seductively played with her breasts while kneeling with her legs spread, thrusting her hips outward.

"Please Mom," I begged and thankfully she eased her fingers away but kept her hand firmly planted on my thigh. Finally, Mom moved her hand when Stacey came by our table.

"So how did you like my show?" she asked, bending forward and propping her elbows on the table.

I nodded as Mom said, "Very nice Stacey. You have some great moves, I must say. You just looked so scrumptious up there."

I gasped and said, "Mom!"

"Well it's the truth. Don't you agree?" she replied, putting me on the spot.

I heard Stacey chuckle as I answered, "Yes she did a great job."

"Don't mind him, Stacey, I'm trying to get him to loosen up more."

Stacey lightly chucked and replied, "Yes I know what you mean. He turned down my offer for a lap dance even though he tipped enough for it."

Mom perked up upon hearing that and quickly replied, "He did? Well, I think he should take you up on that offer now."

"That's okay, I'm good," I said, trying to get her off the subject. However, it was no use; she stayed focused on the idea. At least Stacy gave me a little hope when she said she couldn't right now since she had to do another three sets. But after that she was free.

Hopefully, I could get Mom to forget about it before that time and said, "That would be fine," handing Stacey another $5 as a tip.

"Thanks Glen. I'll make sure I get you that dance."

We had another two iced teas by the time Stacey had finished her last set and, in my current condition, I actually forgot all about the lap dance.

Needless to say, I was struck when Stacey said she was ready.

Shit...I thought as Mom scooted herself out from the booth.

"Wait a minute. Where are you going?" I asked.

"With you," Mom replied.

"What...no I don't think I would be comfortable with that."

"Oh Glen, loosen up already," Mom chuckled.

"It's fine, Glen, couples go in together all the time," Stacey said as she took my hand and led me along.

"Maybe so, but we're not a couple," I softly whispered.

Stacey stopped and looked at me smiling. Quietly, she whispered in my ear, "That's even hotter," as she guided me into a back room.

The room had a black curtain instead of a door, and the walls were covered in red paint. It was filled with an extremely long crimson sofa that wrapped around two walls.

"Take a seat," Stacey instructed as she stood in front of us and started to dance.

Thankfully, Mom gave me some distance when she sat but little did I know as to why.

Looking again at Stacey, she had her back to me and was shaking her very firm ass about a foot in front of me. Slowly, she bent forward and looked at me between her spread legs, swaying her tush from left to right. Then she backed up and spread her legs over mine, placing her hands on my knees; she covered my crotch with her very nice derrière.

Slowly, she rocked to and fro, grinding her butt against my groin.

"You like that?" she asked as she gyrated to the music.

"Oh Stacey, I think he does. I can tell by his face," Mom yelled from her seat.

It was true. Her heaving and thrusting was most enjoyable. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes, enjoying her seductive rhythm. Her tempo picked up just a tad and I opened my eyes.

OH FUCK! I thought as I realized that Mom was rubbing her crotch over the top of her skirt.

I wasn't the only one who noticed and I heard Stacey tease, "Glen, I think your mom likes seeing you getting a lap dance."

"Yeah... oh... mmm... shit. She mmmight," I croaked, trying to control the growing climax that Stacey was ever so skillfully building inside of me.

Stacey suddenly stopped and looked over her shoulder and said, "Maybe she wants a lap dance also. What do you think Glen? You up for seeing your mom get a lap dance tonight?" she teased with a smile.

My heart raced in my chest as I hesitantly nodded.

Stacey got up and very sexily strutted over to my mother. Standing in front of her, she bent at the waist and planted a hard kiss on her lips.

"Holy fuck!" I said and heard them both giggle as they looked at me.

"I think your mom might like this as much as you, Glen," Stacey said as she straddled my mother, facing her. Putting both her hands around my mom's neck, she pulled them downwards as she rocked herself over my mother's skirt.

Wow. Oh Wow. OH FUCKING WOW! My brain screamed as Stacey worked on my mother. I watched as Mom leaned forward and sucked on Stacey's left breast and I heard her moan. My cock, extremely hard now, was begging to be released. I couldn't help but rub my hand over my crotch and I heard Stacey say, "I do think Glen is enjoying seeing this."

"Yes. It does appear he is," Mom said and then followed with, "Wouldn't you like to see that marvelous cock of his, Stacey?"

I looked on in amazement as I saw her smile and nod.

I don't know why. Maybe it was the iced teas or maybe it was because I was caught up in the moment. Whatever the reason, I unzipped my pants and released my cock.

Now in the open, I stroked it slowly and heard Stacey say, "That is a nice looking cock."

Stacey ground harder on Mom, causing her skirt to rise up a little. I watched as she took her left hand and tucked it under Mom's skirt, cupping her mound.

Mom moaned and tilted her head back while grabbing Stacey's sweet tush.

I stroked my dick a little harder as both girls appeared to be thoroughly enjoying the moment. But suddenly, Mom spoke and said, "I think Glen might like some of this."

Chuckling, Stacey said, "Yes I think he might. Maybe you should give him a lap dance."

"What! Wait!" I protested.

"You think?" I heard my Mom ask.

"Oh yes! Not to mention how hot that would be to see."

"I... I don't know girls..." I tried to interject but Mom had that same devilish grin I saw the night she fucked Dad.

"So you think that would be hot to see, Stacey?" Mom asked.

"Yes...extremely hot!" I heard her bark.

Slowly, Stacey stood up as I said under distress, "Wait Mom. I don't think you should be doing this."

But alas she ignored my words and quickly straddled my thighs, facing me.

"Mmmommm..." I huffed as she slowly started to grind her mound across my already hard cock.

"Oh sshhitt!!" I groaned as she moved a little faster while Stacey stood right beside us.

Mom purred in my ear, "What do you think, Glen? Is Mommy making you horny?"

"Jesus, Kerry, this is so fucking hot," I heard Stacey say before I unexpectedly felt her tugging at my mother skirt, pulling it up from the back until only her thin panties were raking across my bare cock.

"Oh... FFFUCK!!" I cringed as I felt the light fabric clinging to her pussy, causing my cock to slide between her lips. I could feel her wetness soaking through her panties as Mom vigorously dragged her pussy across my throbbing dick.

Mom's breath was as ragged as mine. Her body went to and fro extremely fast as my hands grasped at her sides. I couldn't hold back any longer. Her hot pussy was sending me on a forbidden ride that I could no longer control.

"Oh. Mom. Jesus. You're going to make me cum," I said. I was shocked when I felt a palm pushing my cock harder into my mom, almost pushing it past her panties and into her warm snatch.

I opened my eyes to see that it was Stacey, her hand was behind Mom's ass and was forcing my cock to grind hard against Mom's clit.

"Cum together," I heard her say as she pushed up harder. I want to see both of you cum. Cum for me."

"OH... OH... OH..." Mom wailed as she gyrated on me. I couldn't take it any longer, and my own body was lifting up off the sofa; I swear my cock slipped inside her a couple of times.

"Yes...baby!! I'm cumming. Mommy's cumming!"

"SHITTT!!" I croaked as my cock exploded.

I could feel Stacey's hand still holding my dick as it squirted its juices all over my mother's panties. Mom's body shook, and she grabbed my neck, pushing her breasts into my face, causing me to open my mouth and suck on her through her top.

I held Mom as I felt Stacey's hand move away and then I heard her say, "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen."

Mom sat upright and huffed, "Yes... I found it most thrilling myself."

I was still in a drunken haze after the fact and fought with the perplexity of the situation. Yes, I did enjoy this unthinkable sexual encounter. However, this was still my mother and I felt ashamed for feeling that way.

"What have we done, Mom?" I questioned as I tried to ease her off my body.

"Didn't you enjoy it Glen? You did cum."

"Jesus Mom!" I yelled, forcing her off of my lap and staggering to my feet.

As I fixed my trousers, I heard Stacey say, "Listen, I have to get back. You two can talk here for a bit if you like."

I watched as she handed something to Mom before leaving the room and in a loud tone I said, "Mom...really what just happened?"

"Calm down Glen. We just helped you feel better. Don't you feel better now?"

I really didn't know how to answer that. Yeah it felt good at the time. But now, I had this horrible feeling inside. I just crossed another line that normal mothers and sons never cross. What was really troubling was the fact that I didn't regret it and that scared me.

"I got to get out of here and think," I said as I exited the room with Mom in tow.

"Glen, you can't drive in this condition. We're both too drunk."

Shit. I knew she was right. So I made an effort to call a cab. My head was spinning and the last thing I remember was sitting in a booth with Mom by my side.

I awoke with a start, trying to get my bearings. Somehow I was in my own bed, and apparently, it was the next day since I focused on the clock and noticed that it was 8 a.m.

What the fuck happened? I thought as I pulled the covers off myself and realized that I was also naked.

For the life of me, I couldn't remember a thing, and as I got dressed, thinking, my door opened and Stacey walked in.

"You!" I said covering myself since I was still half naked.

"Oh sorry you're already up," I heard her say, setting my clothes from last night down on top of my dresser.

"What happened? Where's Mom? Why do you have my clothes?"

"Glen calm down. Your mom's in her bed. You passed out last night, and I helped both of you get home. On the way, you got sick and barfed all over yourself. So I helped you to bed and got you out of those clothes."

Puzzled I replied, "Thanks I guess. But why are you still here?"