*All characters are over the age of 18.
BIRTHDAY PARTY
This is a story about Michael, and his 18th birthday. He and his friends decided the best way to spend it, would be to go to a nice dinner, and then to a strip club. Michael bounced this off of his mom, Amy. Amy was 47 years old, tall, blonde, and in great shape.
"Well, you are 18," Amy said. "What can I say, no? BUT... I do have one requirement. I'm going with you."
"Seriously mom? You want me to take my mom to a strip club with my friends? On my birthday?"
"Yes. That is, if you want to go at all," she said, with a smile. "I just don't want y'all going by yourselves. I'll stay out of the way, I promise."
The day arrived the following week. Michael headed out with five of his best friends.... and his mom. First to dinner, and then to the club. "Remember mom," Michael said. "Out of the way. No offense."
"None taken."
After entering, Amy found a quiet table by herself by the entrance, where she could keep an eye on Michael and his friends. She played on her phone, looking up every once in a while to see one of them jamming cash into a stripper's underwear. She chuckled to herself.
After about half an hour, Amy was approached by an attractive blonde dancer. "Hi, my name is Amber. Me and my friend Danielle would like to take the birthday boy into the back for a private show. You're his mother, right?"
"Yes that's right," Amy replied, wondering about this. "He doesn't need my permission. He's turning 18 today."
"Gotcha," said Amber. "Would you like to join us? There is plenty of room."
"I think I'll just stay here and read, thanks. I'll come fetch them eventually."
"Are you sure? It could be fun...."
"No," Amy replied. "I promised to stay out of the way. Thank you though."
Amy watched the six boys walk into the back with Amber and Danielle.
Another half an hour passed, and Amy realized that no one had come in or out of that back room since they all entered. Curiosity began to get the better of her. Just a quick look, she thought to herself, as she got up from her table and approached the door.
Upon entering, she saw a topless Danielle getting up off of her son's lap. Maybe this was a mistake, she thought. The chair on which her son was sitting was in the middle of the room, surrounded in a semi-circle by chairs occupied by Michael's friends. Michael was, apparently, the man of the hour.
"Oh, here's mom," said Amber, also topless. "You missed the first two lap dances, but there will be more. Come sit down," she said, motioning to an open chair.
"No, really," Amy replied. "I'll just wait out front."
Amber took her by the hand. "No, I insist." She sat her down in one of the empty chairs, facing her son, eagerly awaiting his next dance.
"Let's see," Amber said toyingly. "He's already received dances from me and Danielle. Mom, you want to give it a shot?"
Amy laughed out loud. So did the boys. There was some hooting and hollering. "No," Amy said. "I think I'll leave this to y'all."
"Nonsense!" Danielle said, picking up Amy by her armpits, and walking her the few steps over to where her son was sitting. "Have a seat," she said, plopping her down in her son's lap.
"This is ridiculous," Amy muttered. "I'm not giving my son a lap dance."
"Just do what comes natural," Amber offered. "Just have fun with it."
Amy sarcastically tossed her hair around, and gave Michael a kiss on the cheek. "There, done. Happy?" she said as she started to get up. Danielle placed her hands on her shoulders and sat her back down.
"Come on, he's turning 18. Let him have some fun," Amber said. "Do something interesting. Take off his shirt."
Amy thought, okay that's not crazy. I can do that, and then be done with this. She reached up and peeled his shirt off of him, jokingly swung it above her head a few times, and then tossed it across the room. More hooting and hollering from the gallery.
"Let's go further," said Amber. "Unbutton his shorts."
"This is so dumb," Amy said, reaching out and unbuttoning his pants, as ordered. "There."
"Now unzip them," came the next order from Amber. Again, Amy reached out, and did it.
"Take them off," Amber said, emphatically. Amy paused. Fun or not, that is getting weird. If sitting on her son's lap in front of his friends wasn't weird enough. But, she had a feeling they weren't going to take no for an answer.
So she pulled at the waist, until they had come loose, and pulled them down his legs, and then all the way off. Amy's son was now sitting underneath her only wearing his boxer briefs.
She immediately noticed his erection. It was huge. And straining through his underwear, with his mother on his lap.
"Scoot up closer," Amber said. "And give the birthday boy a big kiss on the mouth."
Danielle assisted in pushing Amy further up her son's lap. She stopped right before making contact with the enormous bulge in his pants. She put her hands on his thighs to steady herself, and made sure to not make contact with his raging hard-on.
Amy leaned in, and kissed Michael on the mouth. He brought his hands to her face, and kissed her back. Both mouths opened slightly.
It lasted longer than Amy anticipated, and she pulled away as she felt his tongue against hers. Oohs and ahhs from the crowd. Okay, maybe that's it, she thought. Nope.
"Look at how turned on he is," Amber offered. "Touch his dick and feel how hard it is."
Amy began to feel some very conflicted emotions. Her eyes were locked on her son's massive erection, just inches away from her fingertips. And she was still thinking about his tongue in her mouth.
Her fingers began to stir. He was hard because of her. She wanted to feel how hard she had made him.
The festive nature of the room suddenly got a lot more quiet. The boys found themselves leaning in to get a better view. Michael had his hot mom on his lap, in only his underwear. And she was staring at his cock.
With her right hand, she slowly began to reach out towards the bulge pointing straight up in the air. What am I doing? Amy thought to herself.
She made contact with the area around the base of his penis. She left her hand there for a moment, and gave it an almost imperceptible squeeze.
"Well," Amber said. "Is it as hard as it looks from here?"
"Yes," Amy replied softly.
"Yes, what?" toyed Amber.
"Yes his cock is very hard."
Her mind was racing. She knew this was crazy, but she couldn't help herself. She needed to free herself from the situation, but at the same time she didn't want to. She was just having fun, right? Like they said. Another gentle squeeze at the base of his hard cock.
"Stroke him through his underwear," Amber said.
Amy took the material of the underwear, and wrapped it tight around her son's hard cock. It was now framed for her. She could make out the round tip.
She slowly began to rub her hand up the shaft, and then down. She felt precum from the tip against her fingers, and shuddered. I caused that, she thought to herself. He's leaking precum because his mother is rubbing his cock through his underwear.
It's fine, she thought. I'm just touching his underwear. Another stroke up and down. His cock twitched in her hand.
"Pull it out," ordered Amber. "Touch his bare skin."
The room fell silent, except for the loud music playing. Amy didn't hesitate. She was too locked into the moment, and she needed to see it freed from the material.