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, I wanted to hear her describe it after a while. 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 chuckled 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. Then, 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 shook 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 perhaps 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.

"Mmomm..." 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's 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. Finally, 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 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 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. Unfortunately, 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?"

Stacey smiled and teased, "I slept here after we fucked."

"What!"

She laughed loudly and said, "Take it easy, Glen, I'm only joking with you. I just got back from my house and wanted to drop off your clothes. But seriously, would having sex with me be that shocking?"

"Oh...sorry...I didn't mean for it to sound that way. Truthfully I can't remember anything."

"Nothing?"

"Well, no. I mean, I can't remember anything after. You know. Mom and I... errr."

Again, she laughed and said, "Dry humped to a climax."

I blushed and nodded, "Yeah, that."

"I wasn't lying when I said that was the hottest thing I've seen. You and your mom must be very close."

I sat on my bed and hung my head low and replied, "I thought we were. But now...I really don't know. That was just too intense last night. I mean, she's my mother."

"Yeah, and she must really love you a lot to please you like that."

"I don't know, maybe that's it."

"After what she told me about how depressed you've been after your divorce, I would have to say that is it exactly. You really loved her, didn't you?"

I felt myself choke up when I replied, "With all my heart."

"Then it's time for someone else to have it."

Stacey sat next to me and gently lifted my chin until our eyes meet. I looked into them deeply and noticed something different in her gaze. She looked sincere, and I felt my grief slowly slipping away. I went to speak, but when I opened my mouth, her lips crashed against mine. In that second, a peaceful feeling ran over me, as if this was meant to be. I wrapped my arms over her as she did the same. We fell backward onto my bed and very passionately kissed. Her lips felt so tender, her mouth so sweet. Slowly, I was letting this girl into my heart. However, as we scooted ourselves up higher onto the bed and she wiggled her pants off, I found myself having second thoughts. For some reason, I felt like I was cheating on Rochelle.

Again, we embraced, and our legs intertwined, our thighs rubbing intimately against each other, but that nagging feeling of betrayal still taunted me. I had to stop this before it went too far, so I hesitated and broke away, temporarily ending our foreplay. That's when I saw Mom standing outside my window. Startled, I huffed loudly and heard Stacey say, "Something wrong?"

I heard her words but couldn't respond since a weird tingling entered my body as I looked at my mother. Mom wasn't just watching me. She was rubbing herself over the same little red skirt from the night before. My cock throbbed as a wickedness grew from my depths. Mom's expression of self-pleasure unleashed a hidden side of me that I hadn't known existed.

"Glen?" I heard and looked at Stacey.

"Huh? Oh yeah, everything is fine," I quickly said, kissing her again but keeping my eyes fixated on Mom.

I felt Stacey's hand reach down and stroke my stiff shaft while Mom lifted her little skirt and dug into her panties. I don't know why but her lewd actions were definitely affecting me.

I covered Stacey's mound with my palm as our mutual excitement built.

I watched as Mom tickled her little bud and followed suit,

stimulating Stacey's.

She broke our kiss, panting hard as her body thrust upwards.

I went to kiss her again and felt her hand lightly push on my chest, stopping me mid-stream as she whispered, "Fuck me, Glen."

I caught movement at the window and quickly stole a glance. Mom had her right hand braced on the glass as her fingers sank into her snatch. Then I read her lips, which very clearly said the words, "Fuck her."

That was it. I went nuts. Filled with raw lust, I rolled her onto her back and positioned myself between her thighs. Looking into her eyes, I gently nudged myself forward, feeling her soft labia opening up to accept my stiff penis.

"Oh, Glen..." she cooed as I eased myself further inside her warm canal.

Slowly and passionately, I eased myself in and out. It felt so dirty. So exciting. I saw Mom's fingers slamming feverishly inside her snatch as Stacey wrapped her legs around my waist, motioning for me to go faster with her hands. I thrust hard and groaned as she moaned in pleasure. Faster and deeper, I drove my cock until both of us were fucking like wild animals. Mom's body tensed up, and knowing that she was cumming only pushed me further into a lustful rage. Grabbing Stacey's legs, I lifted them over my shoulders and heaved forward. Her back arched as her pussy tightened around my tool while I jack-hammered into...