I'm a 38 year old woman and I have a true story about my son. My first husband and I married at an early age due to my pregnancy at age 16. He became a successful lawyer and I, an administrative assistant.
We had only one son but my husband and I never got along very well. After a few years of fighting, we divorced and he used his legal knowledge to make it so I would not be able to see my son, David, until he was of age and could decide for himself.
Many years passed and I had moved to another city. I remarried but never had another child. One day I got a letter from David, who was now 22 years old, saying he had been thinking about me and was interested in getting together and re-establishing our mother/son relationship.
For months we wrote each other and exchanged photos. He was very handsome and I was proud that he had become a clean cut, good looking young man. He told me that I looked younger than he had expected and that he thought that I looked beautiful.
Then one day he wrote and told me that he was hoping to further his education and had applied to a school near me. A friend of his had helped him land a job working in a nightclub where he dances on Lady's Nights.
I had no idea that he was the type to dance in those kinds of clubs. I had been to the club where he works with some friends and new that they were pretty tame, no nudity. But I guess if he could make good money that way, then why not.
We exchanged numbers and he called soon after to ask if we could meet Saturday night. He had something to do during the day but would be ready by 7 or 8 o'clock. I said it was too bad my husband was out of town and that he would miss meeting him this time around, but I had planned to attend a wedding shower that day anyway, so that night would be ok.
Saturday afternoon came and I arrived at the wedding shower. The bride, Tammy, was a young friend of mine from work. I knew a few of the other girls from work, but most of the girls at the shower were a little younger than me, in their late twenties or so. I had talked about my son to my friends only briefly, but hadn't mentioned that he had moved to town or where he worked.
One of the bride's maids, Candi, was a sexy, outgoing girl, and she was instigating some serious partying. She was all giddy about the fact that they had hired a male stripper from a local nightclub and he was hot.
When I heard this my stomach dropped to the floor and I thought my heart would thump right out of my chest. 'Oh my god,' I thought, 'please don't let it be David, please.' That would not be a good way for the two of us to meet after so many years.
I made a quick decision to leave a little early on the outside chance that it would be David arriving to strip for this rowdy group of half drunk females.
Just as I was saying my goodbyes to a chorus of "Oh, no you don't," the doorbell rang. Screams filled the room and Candi rushed for the door. I looked around for an escape, but found I was cornered into the back of the room.
Some of the girls started moving chairs into a circle to give the dancer more room. In all the confusion, I was plunked down in a chair with a far away look in my eyes trying to figure out how to avoid an unpleasant encounter with the son I hadn't seen in over 14 years, IF in fact it was David who walked through that door. I crossed my fingers and prayed that it would be someone else.
Suddenly, Candi came around the corner and behind her was a 6 foot 2 inch hunk of a young man in a policeman's uniform. I immediately put my hands to my face in case he saw me first. I let my eyes peek through my fingers and looked hard at the face of this man and nearly had a heart attack.
It was David! I knew it was. I had studied his photos almost every night over the last two weeks. I could tell by the features of his face. I had never seen his adult body in person, but by the photos he had sent me, it was him.
The rest of the girls sat down while this big, handsome young man, dressed as a policeman, started whacking his nightstick in his hand and saying something about the bride being under arrest for being a very bad girl. Up to this point he was mostly facing away from me, so he hadn't seen me yet.
Then he started to dance and move around the room. When he got over to where I was sitting I must have had a sheepish look on my face and must have turned 10 shades of red. He looked at me while he was dancing and did a hard double-take.
He almost stopped dancing when he suddenly realized who I was. I quickly gave him a covert shake of my head signaling him to not say anything and simply go about his routine. He got the hint and slowly moved on to the girls next to me.
I looked around to see if the others had noticed anything. Luckily they were all glued to his moves and what he was doing and saying. I could tell by the way he would dart little glances my way that he was uncomfortable about us seeing each other this way. I felt the tension between us and knew that I was going to get more than I bargained for. Little did I know...
Soon he was removing his clothing a little at a time. Too little by the screams of the girls. They wanted him to take it all off. While looking at him dance I started to notice just how well proportioned and muscular he was. I was proud and nervous at the same time. After a while I became a little more comfortable.
He was good at what he did and the girls were going nuts. I must say that I was starting to go nuts too. I'd had a few drinks and was feeling the effects. Pretty soon I was smiling and laughing and thinking, "This isn't so bad... he'll get down to his G string, the girls will tuck a few bucks and he'll go home."
I was actually looking forward to seeing my son in a G string. Hell, I was proud I had a son that looked like that. I didn't look too bad either, I thought. I had worn a nice outfit that showed off my curves. I was also proud of how I looked now that he was also getting a look at me for the first time since he was a child. I had worn a short jacket over my thin white blouse.
It was starting to get hot in there, so I removed the jacket. Once I removed it I remembered the reason I wear that jacket with that top is because the top has a tendency to show a little too much cleavage and the sides of my breasts poke out a little. It was more of a gathered halter top.
My breasts are bigger than the average girl, and I'm very proud of them. But this top can be a little revealing at times, and this was one of them.
David noticed that I had become a lot more relaxed and it caused him to relax as well. He was glancing in my direction more often and looking at me like this was some sort of fun game. It started to make me a little high. He was giving me these flirtatious looks and smoldering stares... of course he was doing that to all the girls.
But it really had an affect on me. I was getting a little worked up just thinking about this young man stripping down and dancing in front of us.... and he was my son!
When David got down to his G-string I just about dropped my jaw on the floor... He was beautiful. Tan, muscular with wavy dark hair. I could not keep my eyes off of him. He noticed and it made him smile. I could tell he was more comfortable than before and was really getting into his moves.
He was dancing right in front of Tammy and her friends, making a conscious effort not to dance right in front of me the way he was for the other girls. He'd put one leg up on the back of the chair and stick his crotch right in the face of the girl he was dancing for. This made the other girls scream with delight. I also noticed it had an effect on David.
I could swear the bulge in my son's G-string was getting bigger and bigger. The material hiding what was no doubt a giant cock was stretched tight. His thighs were so lean and strong looking, all the way up to his shaved crotch. I remember thinking that I should not look so hard, but I couldn't help it, and David was catching me staring at him.
The girls were tucking dollars in the front of his G-string and this caused David to really get turned on, and me too. Some girls let their hands linger inside his G-string, teasing him. I couldn't believe what was happening to me. I was getting so turned on watching this, I almost forgot he was my son!
Just then I noticed Candi had walked up behind David and started running her hands over his body. David made no attempt to stop her, he had obviously done this before.
When she got to his G-string, she started to play like she was going to slip it off. I thought, "OK, time for me to go." I looked at David and saw that he was smiling at me while Candi was starting to remove his G-string.
By now his bulge had caused the G-string to tent away from his crotch. Everyone could see inside the G-string and saw that he was completely shaved. Candi was now reaching around David and caressing the bulge of his G-string, rubbing his penis through the material and running her fingers along the opening made by his growing penis between the G-string and his crotch.
I had a hard time removing my eyes from what was about to happen. I now knew, like everyone else, that my son had a big cock and it was very hard and it was about to be exposed to everyone in the room, including me.
I was beside myself with nerves, I also noticed that I had worked up a nice wet spot on my panties. I was steaming down there and wet for this hunky stripper... my son!
Suddenly, Candi pulled the G-string down enough that David's penis popped out the top. The girls screamed with delight and I sat there and stared. My son's penis stuck straight out and up from under his washboard stomach.
I couldn't help from licking my lips. That was a gorgeous hunk of flesh. It must have been at least nine inches, maybe ten, and it was very big around. It had a large pink mushroom shaped head that looked soft and clean. The shaft looked veiny and hard.
I took my eyes away from my son's massive hard-on and looked up to see him looking at me. At first he wasn't smiling. He looked a little worried - probably that I might freak out, or something. I didn't and he cracked a wicked smile as I looked back down at his erect penis in amazement while the girls were oohing and ah'ing and giggling about how hot my son looked and how hard and beautiful his cock looked.
Candi grabbed it and began to stick it in front of Tammy's face. All the girls were giggling and screaming and taunting her to kiss it. She wouldn't, but one of the other brides maids, Lisa, did. She moved in close and got her hands around my David's manhood and moved her face ever closer until her lips were right on top of the head.