John walked up to his door as the bus from school lurched forward on the street behind him. As he reached into his backpack for his key, his backpack slipped off and feel to the cement patio. Books and papers scattered, and John sighed as he bent down to pick everything up.
'Why do I have to be so clumsy and awkward,' thought John.
He managed to get his door unlocked, and he shuffled in. The backpack hit the ground with a hard thud as John lofted it to the corner, and footsteps echoed from the walls of the foyer when he walked to the kitchen. John liked to be alone, never having been able to truly socialize.
John was an only child, and had lived the last 16 years with only his mother. When he was two, his father had left his family, and his mother had never remarried. She worked hard to be able to bring in enough money to afford their spacious house, and John almost always had his afternoons to himself.
He went to the fridge, pulled out some orange juice, and chugged it from the jug. Wiping his orange mustache with the back of his hand, he turned to check the answering machine. No messages. He replaced the cap on the OJ and closed the fridge. Turning, he walked down the hall to his room and sat down at his computer.
He checked his e-mail, chatted with his friends a bit, but signed off after his friend joked about how hot his mom was. It was true that he had a pretty good looking mom, but he had grown up very protective of her since he was the only male in the house. Angry and frustrated with school, he turned to his favorite outlet.
Turning on his speakers, he surfed through some familiar porn sites until he found some video clips that appealed to him. He reached into a drawer and pulled out some Vaseline, spreading it on his hand. With the other, he clicked play. As the show started and the enticing moans floated through the speakers, he unbuttoned his jeans one handed, pulled down his boxers, and let his greased hand stroke his cock.
It wasn't long before he came, a couple of gouts splashing onto his hand. He wiped it off with a Kleenex, closed out of the web page, and buttoned himself back up. As he leaned back, he realized he felt unsatisfied.
John had never been good with girls. His awkwardness seriously impeded any romantic charm he had ever had, and he had never managed to snag himself a girlfriend. John had never known the touch of a girl, hand mouth or body. His jaw clenched in frustration.
In a sudden moment of recklessness and spontaneity, he opened up his web-browser and looked up local strip clubs.
He had just turned 18, so he could legally go now, and with his birthday money he might even be able to buy himself a present.
Directions in hand to a joint not too far away, he locked up the house and set off down the street. It took about twenty minutes for him to reach the place, and he apprehensively opened the door. As his eye adjusted to the smoke and dim lighting, he saw a woman in nothing but a thong sliding on a pole near the front, men wearing everything from rags to power suits in front of her with dollar bills clutched in their hands. Men all around sat with beers in their hands, busty babes waiting on their every whim.
John began to regret his reckless decision, but his cock told him he had come too far.
As he took a few steps in, a man in a nice looking suit strode over to him.
"I'm gonna need to see your ID son," he said
John fumbled in his pocket before pulling out his wallet, extricating his license in shaky, sweaty hands. The man took it from him, studied it for a moment, looked at John, then glanced back at the ID. Handing it back, he said "So, is this your first experience at an establishment like this?"
"Y-yeah, it is," stammered John.
The man smiled, put his arm around John's shoulders, and began walking, dragging him along.
"No worries, no worries. We have some of the most beautiful ladies in the area here, you chose the right place. We have shows every fifteen minutes, and free chips and salsa. If that's what you're looking for..." He glanced down at John, and seemed to read something in his eyes.
"Or, if you're willing to pay a little bit, I can get you a nice "private show" with some of our ladies. They're all tested regularly, of course..."
John swallowed hard. This was it, the moment he had been waiting for.
"How much f-for your best girl?" had asked
"My best? Well, for a dame like that, it'd usually be quite a lot. But seeing as you only just turned 18, how about this. I give you a little birthday present of my own. 70 dollars for my best lady, and you get to have her for the rest of the evening. How's that?" The man was beaming.
John swallowed again. He had enough money, and if he could really have a woman all night, well, what the hell, why not?
"Ok, let's do it." He reached into his wallet and pulled out a fifty and a 20, handing it to the man.
"Excellent! You won't regret it!"
The man steered John into a hallway full of doors all the way to the final door. Opening it, he led him over to a bed, and sat him down.
"Now, ready to see your merchandise kid?" asked the man.
John nodded his head slowly, already feeling aroused.
The man clapped his hands, and the doorknob to a second door twisted, opening slowly. A woman walked into the room. She was gorgeous. Huge tits, curvy waist, long dark hair, slender, long legs. Her skin was fair and supple, her lips full, and in her eyes was the most shocked look John had ever seen. It mirrored the look on his own face.
There in front of him stood the epitome of all his sexual desires in the form of his mother.
She managed to rip her gaze from his to the man, and mechanically smiled.
"This is the best we got, son."
John was too shocked to speak.
"Now, a couple of ground rules. First off and most important, don't hit the nice lady. You hit her, we hit you. Second, there's some condoms in the drawer there," he pointed at the bedside table, "Just use those. We don't want to be spreading anything around. Other than that, have a good time. Now, Honey, why don't you give the nice young man his first kiss, lets see it."
The man crossed his arms expectantly.
John looked at his mother, who looked at him. She walked over and slowly straddled his lap. She leaned in close, put her mouth next to his ear, like she was going to whisper something dirty.
"Don't say anything, or we'll both be in trouble," she whispered.
She then moved her head so that her lips were right in front of her son's, and leaned in to give him a kiss.
"Give him some tongue, make it nice and wet for him."
John's mother's tongue penetrated his lips and swirled in his mouth. They kept up the kiss for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, the man swiveled on his heels.
"Well, I'll leave you two to it. See you tomorrow morning kid."
With that, he opened the door and closed it again without a second glance.
The minute the door was fully closed, John's mother leapt to her feet.
"What the hell are you doing here!?" she demanded.
"What are YOU doing here?" John retorted, his shock changing into anger. How could his mother do anything like this? His mother whom he loved and protected. It was ludicrous.
His mother's façade of anger cracked at the hurt sound in his voice, and she slouched against the bed, unable to look at her son.
"When your father left, I was able to keep my old job for a while. But soon they fired me, because I couldn't spend the kind of hours I needed to. I went out looking for work, and they hired me here. It's good pay, and they're very careful and safe. I just...couldn't tell you. I can't tell them that I have a son. They don't hire mothers here, it's some kind of policy they have. They would have gotten really angry. Now, what are you doing here, sweety?"
John looked at his mother. Her eyes were downcast, and he could see the shame in her face. His anger faded, and he too looked away.
"I'm no good with girls. I've never had a girlfriend, never kissed a girl..." He thought back to a moment ago, the kiss his mother had given him. Unbidden, a fire burned to life between his loins. "I came here because I wanted to know what...it was like. Before I go off to college. I'm sorry."
"No, it's ok, I understand. Why didn't you tell me you were having problems? I would have helped. I'm sorry you had to see your ugly old mother like this...and that your first kiss was me."
"It's ok. You're not ugly. And the kiss-" He thought back to it again. He knew he shouldn't have liked it, but he did.
