My name is Jason and I had just past my eighteenth birthday. I live in Nevada; about a hundred miles north of Las Vegas. I'm a pretty normal kid, popular in school, varsity wrestling team, with a fairly normal family... or so I thought. My Dad had split on us just after I was born, which left me with my Mom and my sister; who is two years older. I remember things were pretty tight growing up, money-wise. Sometime after I was ten years old my mom got a job as a cocktail waitress at one of the casinos in Vegas. My sister watched out for me most of the time and our neighbor Mrs. Slater; made sure we had hot food to eat and didn't get into too much mischief.
It was tough on mom, driving all those miles back and forth and she soon found a friend who had a place in town; where she began crashing for several days at a stretch. My sister Jenny and I just got used to not seeing much of mom most of the time.
Things began to ease up on the finances; mom was making real good money with tips. It wasn't hard to believe because mom is a real knockout. I really didn't notice that we lacked for anything; I just didn't get to see much of mom. Mom's name is Rita and I often envisioned her in one of those skimpy cocktail outfits that she wore at work, I'll bet those lonely gambler types just drooled over her. Mom has long auburn hair and kind of resembles Ann Margaret. She also has a body that could raise the dick on a dead man. She's tall, just under 6 feet, with the sexiest long legs I've ever seen. She had originally come to Vegas when she was younger and like so many others, Mom had dreams of being a showgirl. She never did make a go of it because... frankly... her boobs are just too big. Mom is a natural 42DD. They weren't quite that big back then but they "expanded" a bit after she had us. She works hard to keep in shape though and even though she's 38; her breasts are still firm like ripe melons, with hardly any sag at all. Little did I know how much I would soon come to appreciate that incredible body.
My sister Jenny had just started college about a year ago and decided that she wanted to live on campus. That left me pretty much alone most of the time. I missed Jenny; she had practically raised me and we were real close. She was the only girl near my age that I could really talk to; not to mention she was probably my favorite jack-off fantasy. Jenny was just stunning, tall like mom, with strawberry blonde hair, an incredible ass, and mom's never-ending legs. Her tits simply defied gravity. They weren't as big as mom's but they are incredibly firm; her bra size is 38D and she could have easily posed for Playboy.
I used to sneak peeks at her coming out of the shower or lying by the pool when she'd be going for that "all-over" tan. I had spent many recent months bringing that delicious sight to mind as I masturbated. Although to be honest, I really missed having her around just to talk. We could talk about anything and right now, I could really use her advice... especially about girls. See... I have a bit of a problem. Even though I was pretty popular and good looking enough... I'm 6'2" and pretty cut from all the wrestling... I was kinda shy around the girls. That's right... you guessed... I'm still a virgin. I had a couple of half-assed blowjobs and a lot of hand-jobs but... no touchdowns.
Most of my problem centered on the fact that I'd had been "blessed" with pretty large equipment; my dick is eight inches when soft and nearly a foot long when hard. It's also real thick; nearly 7 inches around. Now, I know what most of you guys are sayin... "wish I had that problem... " but when you're in High School... it can be real frustrating finding a girl your age who doesn't treat you like a freak. To make matters worse, things like that travel around the girls' locker room almost faster than it does the guys' shower. Of course, it didn't help matters any with my teammates calling me "Cy"; a cutesy little nickname that is short for "Cyclops the One-eyed Monster".
So, here I am... an 18 year old virgin with all the eligible chics whispering about me and not even my sister around to fantasize over. That's when my wrestling buddies decided to "help me out."
My buddies and I were hanging around after practice one afternoon when my best friend Chuck said, "Hey man, the guys and me think it's about time you lost your cherry... Christ you're the only virgin still left on the team."
"Yeah, well... you'll get no argument from me," I declared sullenly.
My pal Nick quickly cut in," But Cy... we uhhh... we got a plan to help that old one-eyed monster of yours."
Chuck continued in a near-whisper," We all chipped in to get you some time over at one of the ranches."
As most everyone knows, the State of Nevada has a fairly liberal policy concerning prostitution. While not legal in Las Vegas itself, the rest of the state has a variety of legal brothels called "ranches." Most offered the services of beautiful women for a reasonable price. My teammates seem to have actually collected the fare for an hour of "Premium Service." Some of these places even have actual porn stars that you can spend time with; although they go for a couple of grand.
The night of the "big event," my friends and I all piled into Nick's van and headed out to the ranch. We'd all had really good phony ID's since last year so we didn't think we'd have any problem getting in. It took us about an hour or so to get there and I have to say... it sure didn't look like much. It was set about ½ a mile off the road and it looked like a run-down motel with a bunch of trailers scattered around. There was plenty of red and pink neon flashing all over the place and the parking lot was jammed. I guess that was a good sign.
We all headed for the center of the compound; and approached what appeared to be your standard strip-club. The plan was to get some drinks and kinda warm up to things. Some of the girls were available for "extra activities" and some were just dancers; but most floated around the large club advertising their special charms.
As our eyes became adjusted to the dim lighting Chuck said, "Hey... Jason... look over there... that one sure reminds me of your sister Jenny."
Sure enough... I new that ass and those legs anywhere; it really was Jenny. I tried to cover and said, "Yeah... you wish Chuck... bet you'd just love the chance to rent my sister for an hour."
Chuck quickly replied, "You bet I would; you're sister is one amazing piece of ass... and that chick could be her twin. You should get that one man... it'd be kinda kinky doin someone who looks so much like your own sister."
"You're a sick fuck, man," I said as I nailed him in the arm.
Right then, Jenny looked over at us and I knew she'd seen me. Just as suddenly, she seemed to blend in to a crowd near the bar and then... she was nowhere to be seen. Our focus momentarily shifted to beer as my friends bought the first round. I was getting pretty nervous though; still thinking about what the hell Jenny could be doing here. Was she stripping to pay for college? I was still thinking about that as we started to settle down around a table; not too far from the main stage but not ringside either. Then some movement off to my left caught my attention.
Now, it was not uncommon for my mom to be gone from home for more than a week at a time and as a result, none of my friends had ever really met her. However, they were now about to get a view of her that even I had never seen.
"Holy Shit!" exclaimed Terry, one of my other teammates," Look at the tits on that bitch"
Sure enough, my mom was sauntering over to us in a skimpy harem type of outfit that left almost nothing to the imagination. Her mountainous tit-flesh was barely contained in a tight, low-cut halter top. Her nipples were clearly visible through the thin gauzy material. Her sleek belly was bare to the tops of a pair of low-riding hip-huggers made of the same filmy fabric. You could see a set of tiny g-string panties clearly visible underneath. Despite my encroaching terror, I had to admit she looked fantastic and I was starting to get a hard-on. God... she moved like a wild tigress as she crossed the floor toward our table.
"Hi boys," she said in low sultry tones. "You here for a "special occasion" or just getting some cheaper thrills."
"Yeah... you might say it's special," volunteered Chuck; "It's my buddy's first time and we're helping him to get off to a good start." He winked as he said "get off."
My mom just chuckled and said,"Why don't you come with me sweetie and I'll make sure you get what your friends are paying for."
Her eyes blazed quickly in a silent signal that I knew all too well. It said - I'd better get my ass moving if I knew what was good for me. I sullenly followed my mom to what I knew was not going to be exactly the experience that this night had originally promised.
After dutifully conferring with someone at the bar, mom led me outside to one of the trailers in the compound. No sooner had we crossed the trailer's threshold than she whirled around on me with fury in her face.
"Alright Jason, JUST WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING HERE," she screamed?
She had startled me and while initially scared, I became pretty pissed off at the hypocrisy of her question.
Screaming back, I said, "I should be asking you the same goddamn question Mom... although it seems pretty obvious... MY
MOTHER
IS A WHORE!"
