Mom's New Friend

"Yeah, that's it baby. Harder, harder!"

My mom and I held eye contact as she egged me on.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes!"

I gritted my teeth. I was almost there. I let out a grunt and finished my last bench press of the set.

We'd decided to start at the gym for our second date. She was my spotter. I wanted to lose weight and get back into shape, plus it gave me a chance to see her ass in her tight workout pants as she did her squats.

We got on the treadmills to finish up for the day.

"So, you have plans with your friend this weekend?" I asked.

She blushed. She knew I was referring to DeAndre. He was a fit black man, about 20 years younger than her, with whom she'd been having an affair. He'd been her boyfriend when she and my dad were separated. Now that my dad had moved back in with her, she'd been secretly meeting with DeAndre once a week for sex.

"I was hoping to have him over tomorrow, but he hasn't been texting me back."

My dad was on a three day camping trip, leaving her with the house to herself.

"We're going to get you all dolled up tonight, and he won't be able to resist."

"I hope you're right. I haven't gotten cute for him in a long time." She sighed. "Maybe he's tired of me."

"I doubt that, but it would be his loss."

She blushed again. "Thanks. You're the best."

"I try."

We finished our cardio and went to our respective locker rooms to shower. It worked in my favor that her lover wasn't texting her back. She would be horny and frustrated without her weekly dick appointment. If I could get her drunk at the club tonight, who knows what might happen...

She met me in the gym lobby. She had a towel wrapped around her hair. She wore a light blue frilly top that showed off her toned midriff and lower back tattoo, then a tan pair of "butt lifting" pants I had bought her on our last date. On her feet were light colored platform wedges with 4 inch heels. It was a hot summer look. She was just missing the accents that made her look extra hot: long fake nails, painted toes, piercings, big fake lashes, and makeup.

"Cute outfit!"

"Aww thanks baby. Glad you like it."

I opened the door for her and watched her booty jiggle as she walked past me. She glanced back at me before I could avert my eyes in time.

"You checkin out my butt?" she teased.

I blushed. "Heh, sorry, couldn't help it. It looks amazing in those pants. DeAndre doesn't know what he's missing."

She gave me a flirty smile, then kept walking ahead of me, seeming to give her hips an extra sway as she walked. My dick stiffened, and I brimmed with excitement over what the day might have in store.

We hopped in my car and headed for the mall. She cracked the window a lit a cigarette. I didn't think she realized how sexy she looked smoking in my passenger seat, big bougie sunglasses on, her highly enhanced lips wrapped around the butt. She savored each drag before blowing her smoke out the window, lightly, sensually. I felt lucky indeed.

"So, could you see yourself with another black guy if DeAndre ghosts you?"

"Oh definitely," she answered right away. "If I wasn't married, that is," she added.

I smirked. Her marriage hadn't stopped her from hooking up with DeAndre once a week.

"Would you say you have a thing for black guys because of him?"

"Honestly, I've always kind of had a thing for black guys. I used to enjoy watching sports with your dad. He never knew the real reason I watched."

"Mom, you're bad!"

She gave a guilty smile. "I can't help it!"

"I'm sure there will be single black guys at the club..."

"I thought you were my date tonight!" She sounded a bit hurt.

"I am. Nothing wrong with flirting with other guys though. See if you make a connection."

She shrugged and put out her cigarette in my ashtray as we pulled up to the mall. She left her towel in the car and put her hair up. I opened the passenger door for her. She put her hand out as she stood up, which I took in mine as we walked to the entrance.

I felt my most confident in years. Here I was walking through the mall on a Friday afternoon, holding hands with a sexy cougar. No one needed to know she was my mom. I caught several less-than-subtle glances from men as we walked past, her booty lifted and jiggling in those pants. Sorry bros, she's mine right now!

The body piercing place was our first stop. She got several redone without needing any suggestions from me: a sparkling nose stud, a Monroe piecing, and a glittery dangling belly ring. Her ear piercings, two on each lobe and several up the side of her left ear, had been occupied with small studs. She replaced these with silver hoops, glittery and oversized on the earlobes. I even talked her into getting a new piercing, a ring above her left eyebrow. She was reluctant, but ultimately went ahead with it, "just for you babe" as she gave me a wink. I grinned. That's my girl.

"Let's get you a new outfit for the club tonight," I suggested as we left the piercing shop.

"I already have a few clubbing outfits though."

"So? Let's get you another one."

She gave a noncommittal shrug that admitted she wouldn't talk me out of it, so we strolled into a boutique with some daring evening outfits on display. The perfect outfit caught my eye almost immediately. It was a white body suit made of thin, stretchy material. The back was strappy as to expose the skin almost completely. The front was cut into a V so deep that it would expose her belly button, not to mention her entire cleavage. The ass area scrunched up to accentuate the booty, but the legs dangled baggily at the ankles.

I nodded and declared, "This is it."

My mom wasn't convinced. "Just... no way."

"Go try it on."

She looked up, maybe surprised at my directness, then flashed a bashful smile. "Ok!"

She took an outfit in her size and entered the fitting room. I waited nearby till I heard her call out to me.

"Hey honey, could you come in here?"

As the changing rooms were unisex and I was playing the role of her boyfriend, I walked into the changing room hallway.

"What's up?" I asked.

She cracked the door of her changing room and peaked out, making sure no one else was looking.

"I didn't want to walk out there. I'm wearing the wronggggg color underwear for this!" she whispered. "Come in, hurry up!"

I stumbled in to an astonishing sight. There she stood, barefoot with the outfit on. She held her boobs each hand, pushing them up and together, shielding her nipples from view. Her clothes, including her bra, were piled up on a bench. Clearly the only thing she was wearing underneath the body suit was a black g-string that demonstrated how see-thru the outfit was. Her skin, tanned from several recent sessions at the tanning bed, contrasted beautifully with the white fabric.

"I kinda like it, but I don't want people seeing my underwear!"

I gently put my hands on her shoulders to guide her to turn around. I needed to see her ass. It was absolutely popping out of the tight fabric. A seam ran down between the cheeks, which her booty swallowed to help it pop out even more.

Struggling for words, I eventually managed, "Uhhhhhh I mean, I think it's designed to show off the underwear, Mom."

"But white pants and a black thong? That's tacky."

I shrugged, not entirely against the idea, but granted "Fair enough. This is THE outfit though. Let's get you something from the novelty shop to wear underneath."

"Are you sure about this?"

I turned her back around to face me. "Oh for sure. You're gonna be the hottest girl in the club tonight."

She gave me a quick kiss on the lips. "You're such a sweetheart. Let me get changed back."

I bowed out of the changing room, dick hard as a rock. She came out a minute later, once again wearing her cute summer outfit. I bought her the body suit, then we headed to the novelty shop.

This store had mostly adult-oriented party gifts like shot glasses, foul-mouthed greetings cards, etc. In the back they kept spicier items like sex toys and lingerie. I guided her straight to that section. After browsing for a few minutes, I picked out a white lingerie set with a very skimpy top that would barely cover her nipples and a white g-string. Both the top and the g-string had silver Playboy bunny symbols on the front. I grinned and handed it to her.

"You really want me to wear this for you tonight?"

"Hell yeah. I want to show off my hot date! Let's get you some shoes here too."

"But all they have are stripper heels!"

"So? You'll rock them."

I found a glossy white pair of open toe sandals with three-inch platforms and seven-inch heels. She took off her wedges and strapped them on.

"Ok these were definitely made for a stripper, but they do fit me well," she remarked as she walked up and down the aisle in them. "If you insist..."

"I do."

With my mom's piercings freshly redone, and an outfit for the club that night, we left the mall and headed for her salon.

"Can we hit the tanning bed too?" she asked. "It's been a couple weeks."

"It's really sunny out. Why don't we just lay out at the pool at my apartment? It's quiet there, and hardly anyone uses it."

"Sure! Good idea."

Good idea indeed. Now I'll get to see her in the thong bikini she wears tanning instead of just waiting in the lobby of the salon.

"Hi Linda!" the woman at the front desk greeted her.

"Hey So-Young! You remembered me!"

"Of course! We missed you."

"Yeah, it's been awhile. I need like, everything done haha!"

"No problem. Just so you know, we're now offering permanent makeup services, and a rep from the plastic surgery clinic is here today for consultations."

"Ooooooo I don't know if I can afford plastic surgery, but permanent makeup is tempting."

"Couldn't hurt to check it out at least," I suggested.

"Yeah, why not?"

A young blonde woman sat at a small table with binders laid out in front of her labeled "Face," "Breasts," "Tummy," and "Butt."

"Hello! I'm Tammi from Heaven Plastic Surgery," she said with a forced smile that indicated she'd had lots of work done on her face. "Feel free to browse these examples of our work. Let me know if you have any questions!"

My mom picked up the "Breasts" binder first. I picked up the "Butt" one. Each contained several before/after photos of dramatic transformations. Boobs that were saggy and uneven before surgery became firm, perfect, often huge. Asses that were small and flabby became eye-poppingly round and wide. I wondered if Tammi realized how arousing, even pornographic these types of transformation photos came off to perverts like me.

"Wow! Some of these girls went really big," my mom remarked as she flipped through the pages, mesmerized.

"Yes, many of the women we service are porn actresses, bikini models, spouses of NBA players and the like. Some come back 3 or 4 times to size up once their bodies get used to their previous sizes," Tammi explained.

"I would LOVE to get my boobs done, just to lift them, you know. I doubt I have the money though."

"We have payment plans available, with interest deductions available if you pay your balance off early. Lots of our patients see their incomes increase significantly after their surgeries."

"Check out these money makers," I said as I handed my mom the "Butt" examples.

"Whoa! How do they get them to lift up and pop out like that?"

"It's called a Brazilian Butt Lift, or BBL. Very popular surgery nowadays," Tammi said. "Girls with flat butts sometimes get multiple lifts over the course of a few years."

"Ummm I think one would be more than enough for me." she joked.

"Girl I'm jealous! You have such a nice natural booty!"

"I concur," I said with a satisfied nod.

My mom thumbed through the other binders. "I guess if I had a million dollars, I'd start with a facelift, nose job, boob job, and BBL."

"We'll just have to get you a million dollars then." I said.

She chuckled and shook her head. "Anyway, I'd better not keep the hairdresser waiting."

"Here, take a brochure, and don't hesitate to give me a call if you have any questions!"

My mom politely accepted it, wished Tammi a nice rest of her day, and we walked into the hair salon.

The hairdresser greeted her and asked what she wanted this time.

"I've enjoyed the long hair, but I think it's time to go short again. How about one of those undercuts?"

"Damn, good idea!" I was sitting nearby.

"I used to wear my hair like that when I was younger, and now it's coming back into style. What color should I go with, honey?" she asked me.

I pondered and decided, "Platinum blonde."

"We'll have to bleach it," the hairdresser said.

"That's fine, if that's what you want," my mom told me.

"Oh I'm positive. You'll rock it."

"Ok, let's do it!" she said with a hint of nervous excitement at the impulsive decision she'd just made.

The hairdresser got to work, washing her hair and then chopping off several inches of what had been a longer brunette style. She bleached it, then covered it with a shower cap so my mom could get other things done at the salon while she waited till it could be dyed.

"Why don't we check out the permanent makeup service?" I asked her.

"Sure!"

She asked So-Young at the front desk, who directed her to the microblading specialist. This young woman explained to her how she could use a tattoo-like procedure, similar to the microblading she'd done on her eyebrows in the past, to give her permanent lipliner, then redden her lips a bit to make it look like she was always wearing lipstick.

"Oooooo I like it! Can you do that, and also freshen up my brows?"

My mom seemed less hesitant today to ask for pricey beauty procedures, greedy even. Good. I would happily run up my credit cards for her.

She laid back into the chair, closed her eyes, and stayed still while the tech worked her magic. Even without makeup, her lips aroused me due to all the injections she'd had, but the permanent makeup had them looking like absolute cock pillows. The lipliner was dark and thick; you couldn't miss it even from far away. Her lips were filled in with a muted red, a color that looked great on her by itself, but could also be shaded several different colors with regular lipstick.

The tech then worked on her eyebrows, heightening their arches, a bold look to go with her bold new haircut. My mom smiled and winked at me as she caught me staring.

As she got up from the chair, the hairdresser waved at her to let her know it was time for hair dye. She picked out a platinum blonde dye with a bluish tint and put it in my mom's hair before giving her another shower cap to wear while the dye set.

"Time for your nails," I told her.

"Oh thank goodness! I've been in like, nail withdrawal lately."

So had I. This would be my favorite part, seeing her bare nails transformed into sexy acrylic talons.

"I was thinking extra, extra long stilettos in an off white?" she said as she sat down. "What do you think, honey?"

"Perfect," I replied. "That will be hot."

The nail tech proceeded to apply tips that extended a full two inches past her fingertips before expertly coating them in acrylic and polishing them in a glossy off white. My mom admired them and snapped some close-ups of various hand poses on her phone.

"These are like, so slutty but I'm in love with them," she commented as she got the same color put on her toes.

The nail tech joked, "They too long for you to take card out of ATM. Your boyfriend have to pay for everything now."

"Fine with me!" I said.

After her nails and toes had dried under the UV lamp, she walked over to a different part of the salon to get big fake eyelashes, a must-have in today's fashion. They were 1.5 cm in length, decorated with small rhinestones.

The hair stylist then finished her work with a comb, blow dryer, and hair spray, performing the finishing touches on my mom's sleek, shiny hairstyle. Part of the left side of her head was shaved down to about a quarter inch in length. The rest of her hair hung across and over the right side of her head, neatly straightened.

"Oh I knew you would rock that style so hard. You look amazing."

She gave me a shy smile, tears welling up in her eyes.

"You need a wax?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"Oh yeah. A bikini wax would be great."

"Why not a Brazilian?"

"Ohhh naughty boy. I've never gotten that before."

"You won't regret it."

"Whatever you want, baby," she said affectionately.

My dick was rock hard as she walked into the waxing room. I wished I could have followed her in there. She emerged a half hour later, flashing me a coy look.

I held her hand as we walked to the front desk, where I handed So-Young my credit card, privately hoping it wouldn't max out.

"You're all set. See you next time!" So-Young told us.

My mom lit a cigarette as soon as we exited the building.

"I can't tell you how much I appreciate this. No man has ever treated me so well. I'm going to be jealous when you get a girlfriend."

"You're my girlfriend tonight, Mom," I said as I opened the car door for her.

"That I am," she said as she gave my bicep a playful squeeze.

We drove back to my apartment, quickly changing into our swimsuits. I grabbed a large bottle of sangria from the fridge, a cooler, and two glasses. I smiled and made no attempt to hide my drawn out glance up and down her body as she emerged from my bathroom in her tiny bikini, looking flyer than ever with her trendy hairstyle, face freshly pierced and enhanced, her slutty claws already holding her next cigarette. She wrapped a towel around her nearly nude body as we walked to the pool. I flashed my resident ID to the lifeguard, some kid in his early twenties, as we walked onto the pool patio.

"She's with me," I said casually as she removed her towel.

"Y-yeah you're good to go," he said, doing a double take as he looked up from his phone, trying not to stare at my mom as she walked past him.

We picked two neighboring lounge chairs, laying our towels onto them. She lied down on her belly, lit her cigarette, and casually handed me her bottle of tanning oil without a word as I poured her a deep glass of sangria. I put some tanning oil on my hands and spread it onto her shoulders and back, also taking the liberty to adjust the straps of her thong bikini to match her tanlines as she'd asked me to do once before.

"Get my butt and my legs too, babe. Don't be shy!"

I shrugged, got some more oil, and spent lots of time spreading it over her nearly bare ass. She gave a gentle moan as I gave both cheeks a squeeze. I couldn't help myself, and she didn't seem to mind. I then savored her toned legs as I rubbed oil all up and down them. She even spread them apart a bit so I could get her inner thighs, eliciting more moans as my hands came within less than an inch from her pussy. It took tremendous effort to take my hands off her body and lie down in my chair. I wondered how far she'd be willing to let me go if we were in private.

After 15 minutes, she turned over and applied the tanning oil to her front before lying on her back.

"So how do you like your wax?" I asked.

"I feel so smooth down there! Good call on the Brazilian. I think I'll get that every time. I did make a small request though..."

"Oh yeah?"

"I asked them to give me a little landing strip."

She pulled the front of her bikini bottom down a bit to show me. She must have been getting tipsy.

"Do you like it?" She teased.

"Bad girl... I love it. It's very inviting."

"Glad you think so."

I sipped my sangria and lit a cigarette of my own.

"So were you serious about wanting plastic surgery if you could afford it?"

"Yeah, I think I'd go through with it. The problem is the money."

"We'll just have to find you a sugar daddy." I said with a wink.

She shook her head and giggled. "Nah, I would never want to be under the control of a man like that."