Just Dance

A mom and son hide secrets, and there are consequences.

Writer's Note: This is a novella about the secrets of a changing mother and her growing son. This is in the "slutty mom" category of my writing.

The space between each printed letter grew more and more distant as Wes Hawn's mind drifted. He caught himself just before his head crashed into his marketing textbook. Everything the professor was saying, the 21-year-old college student already knew due to his internship from the previous school year and summer. He knew the class would be a bore when he signed up, but it was required for his major. And there are worse things than an easy A.

The clock on the back wall must have had finally hit 3:15 because the professor announced, "Alright, I can see we're out of time. When you read chapter 2 for Wednesday, make sure you take note of the four Ps and how they relate."

"Hey, Wes?"

Wes heard a soft, hushed voice from behind him as he felt a light tap on his shoulder. He zipped up his bag and turned to see Bella. There was a lump in his throat.

Wes had been growing into a rather attractive young man, and he was becoming good at speaking with women. But Bella was the type of young woman that could have any man she wanted, and she probably knew that. Since he was having trouble speaking, Wes nodded in her direction.

"This might seem really weird, but can we, like, talk for a minute outside. Maybe alone by the trees out there? It's kind of personal."

Okay then... He was confused. It was not that Bella was just scorchingly hot. She was also in the 'premiere' sorority on campus - the one where somehow every girl was at least a 9 and had blonde hair. It crossed his mind that she could be interested in him. It's more likely she's already struggling and needs tutoring. The young man nodded his head at Bella again.

It was a silent walk from the academic building to an isolated area in the grass quad. Bella was preoccupied but still walked gracefully with her lean body. Wes stared at her from the corner of his eye and wondered what in the world she could want. It was not as if this was his first time being around her either. They had one class together each of the last two years and were part of the same project group at one point.

They stopped walking once they were under a large tree. "So, the reason I wanted to talk to you was- Well, you heard what happened, right? With me and my sorority and...?"

What the fuck is she talking about? He was socially active, but he didn't pay much attention to sorority gossip. After racking his brain, Wes shook his head. "No. What happened?"

"Ugh." Bella was disappointed that she had to tell her story. "I'm surprised you didn't hear because it seems everyone knows. Anyway, basically, I was at a rave off-campus and I got caught with some ecstasy. Like literally my first time ever doing it! And they actually charged me with a felony over it. So now, I am officially kicked out of my sorority, am on probation, and I have a record as a convicted criminal. All of that because of two little pills and some asshole anti-drug prosecutor that didn't want to give me a break."

Suddenly, Bella was less intimidating. "Wow. That's crazy they'd do that to you." Wes was truly amazed over how a small crime could damage someone's life so much, especially since he remembered Bella was a great student. Sure, he found her a tad annoying, but she was not a bad person. "I'm sorry that happened."

"Thanks."

"So, why did you wanna talk to me?" Wes still had no clue what this had to do with him.

"Well, as you can imagine, my chances of getting a job out of school now are pretty much fucked. I had to tell the company I interned for about the felony, and they already told me they can't let me back next summer. So, since I can't do that, I figured it would be smart to start making a lot more money by growing my Instagram."

What attractive white girl isn't? "Okay. And what do you mean by that? How do want to grow it?"

"Wait... You don't know about my Insta account?" Bella seemed even more surprised by this news.

Wes shrugged his toned shoulders. "Nope. I don't really use Instagram outside of using it for marketing at work. Like, I use it, but I don't really follow anyone."

"Damn, you do like to stay out of the loop, ha-ha. I thought every guy at school at least knew about it. Anyway, I have this premium account that I charge money for. I have enough paid followers to make like $200 or $300 a month. But, I'm thinking it can be a lot bigger and actually be my job. I read that some women are making over 100k. So, I know it's weird that I'm asking you out of nowhere, but would you maybe be able to help me market it online. I know you're like insanely good at all this digital marketing stuff. I know it's crazy competitive, but I really think my account could be big if a lot of guys knew about it."

"Uh, wow. Um- okay, wow." Of all the reasons Wes considered why the stunning blonde would talk to him, this was far from any of them. Though, he had been sort of right that Bella was struggling with marketing and needed help. He obviously didn't have enough info yet to make a decision, but Bella had a good sob story - and he liked the idea of talking more with her. "So, you're right that this is ridiculously competitive and your odds of making it are low. But before we even talk about that, I guess my first questions are: How are guys finding you right now? Who is paying for it, and how much are they paying you? And, like, what do you do on your Insta?"

Bella was relieved that Wes didn't reject her outright. "Well, it's mostly just normal Instagram modeling stuff. I've been charging $5 a year. I know it's low, but I'm really trying to build up my subscriber base first and make it popular. And, to be honest, I think it's mostly guys on campus subscribing." She added, "And recently I also started charging $20 for private videos, but I only offer those to guys that I don't go to school with, for obvious reasons."

"Can I see your account?" Wes hoped that that didn't come out sounding like a desperate, horny guy.

"Yeah! Obviously you'll need to know what I do." Bella handed her phone to her classmate.

The Instagram account was a long series of stunning photos of Bella in lingerie, bikinis, tight dresses, and planned 'candids' from her normal day. Wes warmed up upon seeing some of her provocative poses, such as her with a lollipop held tightly into her cheek and her eyes flirtily glancing up and away. He looked up from the phone and imagined Bella, with her sizeable breasts, athletic body, and blue eyes, in the same lingerie she wore in her photos. He tried to figure out if her butt was photoshopped in her posts or if it truly was that nice under her clothes.

Wes now had a good idea as to what aesthetic Bella was going for. He handed the phone back. Not knowing if it was appropriate to compliment the gallery or not, Wes awkwardly said, "Ah, I see."

"Yeah," Bella chuckled, the dimples in her cheeks showing. "It's not something I show my parents."

"Yeah, I bet. I can see what guys are paying for now. So what's a private video? It seems like you make a lot more off of those."

Bella opened her mouth but got tongue-tied. "Um, before we talk a lot more about this and your pricing and all that stuff, is there a legit chance you're interested? I think you're like the perfect person for this. I just need to know that you're seriously considering helping me."

The idea of working with Bella and those photos was enticing. But Wes was too smart to fall for her charm. "Hmm. I mean, I need to launch my own career after graduating, and I can't be known for marketing a - uh - provocative Instagram account. I want to help you, but I can't risk my career to make some money now."

"Nobody will know you're helping me. I swear." Bella folded her hands in her plea. "I won't tell anyone you're involved. You can literally just tell me what to do to make my account blow up, and I'll do the work myself. You can be like a secret consultant. Please."

Wes considered the proposal. He could see how truly desperate Bella was, and he had a soft spot for helping people. "Ok. I need to know more, but you can consider me 'legit' interested. But, this is a new industry to me. I would need to do a lot of research to set up feedback analytics and market testing. I would also have to identify your target audience and figure out how to reach them online."

With some humor, Bella winked, "Well, I think my target audience is horny guys. And they can be found everywhere online."

Wes laughed as well. "You're kind of right. But it's not that simple. Most guys will like what you post. But only certain types are going to reach into their wallets and pay you for content. And you need to provide content that they will buy. I need to know what exact brand image you wanna sell."

"Ok." Bella breathed. "I think this shows what I'm going for. I've gotten the most money from stuff like this. Just promise you won't tell- well, I know you're not the guy to tell or show anyone. Do you have headphones?"

Wes took earbuds out of his backpack. With Bella's phone in his hands, he played a private video that Bella had made and sent to a paid follower.

The video began with Bella in her dorm room. She was in Lululemon tights and a revealing blue camisole. She was just brushing her blonde hair, and then suddenly, she turned to the camera, which was at eye height. "Oh, hey." Bella questioned, "What are you doing here?"

She proceeded to have a conversation with the camera as if the viewer were the other person in the room. From watching porn enough times, Wes knew this was a solo, point-of-view video that allowed the paid follower to imagine he was alone with Bella. The pretty Bella blushed at and flirted with the imaginary guy. "Well, it's cool you like the way my butt looks in my tights, but you shouldn't be talking like that. My boyfriend could come back at any moment," she urged. "No, I still haven't told him I let you grind on me last weekend." "Because it wasn't a big deal and it meant nothing. You had just won the big game earlier, I was tipsy, and it's whatever." "Ughh. I'm not going to tell you if I liked having your cock pressed against me. I have a boyfriend. You know that." "Oh, come on. Yeah, obviously yours is bigger. Maybe I don't care about cock size that much?" "Umm... yeah, I guess that was the first time grinding on a black guy. So what?"

Wes's eyebrows raised, and his eyes lifted from the horizontal screen. He looked at Bella. He was not judging her. He just found it interesting. Bella had a good idea as to where Wes was in the scene, and she was holding her arms in an antsy way. Wes turned his focus back to the video.

In the video, Bella seemed exasperated but still mildly flirty with the imaginary guy standing in her dorm room threshold. "Well, obviously. If that was my first time grinding on one, then obviously I've never fucked a black guy." "No, I am not interested in doing anything with you! I. have. a. Boyfriend," she clapped. "God, you are relentless. Yes, it felt good. If it didn't, then I wouldn't have danced with you. But that's all it was - dancing." Bella then blushed, "Well, I'm glad that my ass was the 'nicest one you've ever been pressed up against', but that was the only time." Bella gasped and smiled again. "I don't care if you thought you were gonna get to 'jizz on my tits'!" Bella touched the low cut of her blue top. "My friends pulled me away from you for a reason. And you can't talk to me like that. My boyfriend might hear. Why can't you just leave me alone?" Bella held her palms up, "What?! Are you kidding me? That's insane." She listened intently. "Ughh. You are so annoying. Fine, do you really mean it though? If I just touch your cock once, like literally just poke it, you will never talk to me again?" Bella listened again. She laughed in shock. "Oh, and I have to sit on your lap? Is that all? Wow, what a great deal. Who the hell do you think you are?!" A fed-up Bella rolled her eyes. "Thirty seconds? Do you seriously mean that? I'll do that. If that means you'll never talk to me again, I'll do it. So I touch your cock and sit on your lap for thirty seconds, and I'll never have to see you again?"

Wes could see that Bella's talents were in areas other than marketing. He watched as, predictably, she pretended to reach out and touch a guy's cock and sit on his lap while he 'accidentally' moved her around. She ended up in bed with her clothes off. In the final scene, with another camera angle, Bella used a long black dildo to pleasure herself as she begged the viewer to fuck her tight white pussy and use his black cock to pump his cum inside of her. Even though Wes was not the target audience, seeing Bella's taut naked body in bed like that, while she continually checked the door for her imaginary boyfriend, it was erotic as hell.

An engrossed Wes then watched as Bella brought herself to orgasm, a dildo deep inside her. Her blonde hair was splayed on her white pillows. She then told the viewer how good it was, and that he should come back later, and then she rushed him out the door.

When the video was over, Wes was horny and his forehead was hot. He held the phone out to Bella and stared at her blankly. She was nervous about his reaction. She was worried he might run away and tell everyone what he had seen.

"So, what are you thinking?" She asked sheepishly.

"Well, I didn't think you'd be doing that to yourself. And the target market you're going for was not what I expected." Wes was blunt and dry.

"So, are you scared off? I get if you don't wanna help me. Just please, please, please do not tell anyone."

"I'm not judging you. I'm not bothered by it." The male co-ed was honest. He glanced down and realized he had sprung an erection. A look of terror came over his face.

Bella, though, upon seeing the tent in Wes's shorts, was happy and relieved. "Oh good! You liked it, ha-ha. You don't need to worry about that. That's exactly what the vid's supposed to do."

Trying to focus back on business and not on his embarrassing situation, Wes asked, "So you make one of these and sell it to one person for $20? That seems like a lot of work for just $20."

"Oh, no, no. I make one of these and every paid follower can send me $20 for the video. Like, off this one I made $120."

"So only six people bought it?"

"Yeah... That's why I need a lot more followers, hah. Like followers who aren't UNC students."

"I mean, is your market mainly black guys? How did you decide on that? Did you see a need for it?"

After what Bella had just shown Wes, she figured she could be open about anything. "Kind of. I went to a club with friends last year and it ended up being almost all black guys there. And my friends are hot too, but the guys loved me. And, to be honest, I'm from, like, a rural, small town of all white people, so I think that's why it's kind of a hot fantasy for me too. Plus, a ton of white guys are into this stuff too. They think it's hot, just like you did. So it all works out."

Wes silently digested the information and analyzed the situation. This was not really just an Instagram account.

"So, are you still interested in helping me?" Bella nudged.

"Umm... Yeah, sure. Why the hell not?" Wes saw that his new friend was getting excited. "However, there are a few things first. If you want to be successful in a crowded market like this, you need to have a niche brand - which you do have - but you also need to live and sell that brand with all of your marketing. For example, based on your Instagram, I would never know you made videos like that."

"Well, like I said," Bella defended, "I don't want people here knowing that I'm going after that 'niche'. I get ridiculed and called a slut all the time by guys here for just the photos I post, and it's awful. We're still in North Carolina; not everyone on this campus is cool with this. Can you imagine if I came out publicly as the 'slutty, rich white girl who fantasized about being a black cock slut'?"

"Well, I think you just perfectly defined your new brand, hah. And based on what you just said, if I'm going to work with you, I think you're going to have to start all over again on a new platform other than Instagram. You need to sell your brand without worrying about people you know seeing it easily."

"Start all over?! I would lose all the money I make every month on Insta."

Wes shrugged. "I get why you'd be scared about that. But if you want the chance of blowing up and making a living off of this, it's the only way."

"Ok," Bella nodded. "I'll do whatever you suggest. You're the expert in this stuff."

"So, how do I get paid?" Wes bluntly asked. "I would charge an hourly rate, but you can't afford it until this blows up. How about a percentage of revenue? In the beginning, It would require a lot more work for me to do all the brand testing, all of the analytics to see what works, and figuring out how to reach your paying markets, and all that good stuff."

"I was thinking the same! I was thinking you can get 10-15%. Like, I'll do all the posting and reaching out to people and anything else. You would just need to tell me who to reach out to, how to go about it, and what posts work best. Then, if I make $100k this year, you'd get $15,000!"

"Yeah, it would be worth it if you made that much every year," Wes winced. "But if you don't, then I'd be putting in tons of work at the beginning for 15% of the $300 you'll make in the first couple of months while we get started. At that point, I'd almost feel bad taking $45 from you."

In a change of posture, Bella coyly shrugged. "What if in the beginning, I paid you another way?"

Wes was caught off guard. "What do you mean?" He had a good idea but didn't want to risk jumping to conclusions.

"Is there anything I can do for you to make helping me worth your time before I blow up?" Bella noticed that Wes had changed a lot recently, and he now had a clean-shaven face with sharp features. She wondered if she would be offering this deal even if her marketing partner was unappealing. But, fortunately, she was not faced with that dilemma.

Wes, however, did not expect to be in this position, and it seemed too good to be true. "Don't you have a boyfriend?"

The sexy classmate cracked up. "No, no. I don't. That's just something I made up for the videos to make them seem naughtier. Is there anything you want? You can literally ask for anything and I won't judge you. I can always just say no. You've been so cool with me, and I really want you to end up helping me."

Despite how badly Wes wanted it, he knew he could not have something so great come into his life without paying a price. When is life ever like that? "Don't you think it's a bad idea for us to be involved in any way if we're working together? Wouldn't that make things awkward or create tension?"

Bella immediately shook her head confidently. "No, of course not. I mean, I don't do anything with any guys on campus anymore since my Insta blew up. But, I know you're quiet, and I need you on board. So, if you need an extra incentive to take a risk, then I'm fine with helping you. And I think we both know that you find me a little annoying, so there's, like, no chance of any will-they-won't-they stuff." Wes wondered how she knew he felt that way about her. Bella then calmly stated, "I'd just providing a service for you just like you're providing one for me. So, just tell me how I can help you get on board."

"I'd like a blowjob." Wes was surprised at how he blurted that out without thinking.
Bella, though, did not even flinch. "Like, one? Just one singular blowjob?"

"Well," Wes hesitated. He swiped some of his light brown hair from his forehead. "How many would you be fine with giving- How often, I guess, would be a better question."

Bella found it funny how uncomfortable he was. "I mean, I can't do it, like, constantly. But we can set aside three or four times a week that I can give you head. Again, nothing meaningful - just me giving you something fun until we start making good money."

"Hmm..." The hardon in Wes's khakis twitched. He wanted this badly, but he was still weighing whether he was okay with Bella virtually prostituting herself to him.

Sensing her targeted consultant was almost sold, Bella added, "You know, you can feel me up during it, too. I can wear some of the outfits you saw in my Insta posts. I can be on my knees... on your bed... in your shower. Whatever." She was flirtatious and surprisingly at-ease.

Don't be stupid, dude. Wes was grinning and trying to find ways to talk himself out of doing something so reckless. "Oh, boy," he breathed.

"You know, I'm done with class for the day. My roommate's still in class. You can come back to my room with me and I'll pay you the first marketing fee... You're gonna need to get rid of that soon anyway - do you really wanna use your hand?" Bella twisted her body, her eyes were sparkling, her pink tongue touched her front teeth, and Wes swore she was sticking her inviting chest out a bit more.

"Okay, I guess I'll help you out."

***** Ch.1

It had been ten months since Wes had started his side venture with Bella. And it had gone much better than he had expected. He knew the camgirl market was oversaturated, but Bella showed that she was willing to fully commit to her fantasy persona.

Wes had helped her change her Internet name. He analyzed data science from the direct feedback he got from current and potential viewers to help her capture their minds, cocks, and dollars. He had learned a lot while growing Bella's Internet presence and even allowed himself to dabble in new marketing methods.

The only downside to Bella's explosive growth was that the incredible head that Wes had been receiving came to an end. He was not upset with Bella for stopping. She had more than honored her promise to make it worth his while. Bella had even helped set him up for fun sex with some of her friends - friends who Wes, despite being a fit and attractive young man, would not have the clout to land if it were not for Bella wingmanning for him.

Wes remembered the day that Bella received her second big payout in a row. She told him it was time they stopped the physical payments. Wes painfully agreed and knew it was a smart move in the long run. It was not healthy to rely heavily on someone for pleasure when it was all just an economic transaction.

Bella had even offered Wes the opportunity to fuck her for a final hoorah. But Wes knew it was a risk to their professional relationship to escalate things right before quitting. Instead, he just asked her for one final blowjob. So Bella came over, sat on Wes's bed, took her clothes off, and told him that she would suck him off for as long as he wanted until he said he wanted to cum in her mouth. He certainly ended up satisfied.

But that was last winter. It was now September, and the semester was getting into the thick of it. It being Saturday, Wes was back at home just as he was on most weekends. All of last year he had to come home on weekends for his internship, and he continued to do so this year so he would not raise any questions. Plus, he always enjoyed getting to spend time with his mom.

He could not exactly tell his mom that he was now a successful porn marketer. So instead, he took the easiest way out and simply lied to his mom that he was promoted to a paid internship on Saturdays at the same digital marketing firm.

With no need to work an office job, Wes spent his Saturdays working on his laptop by the local pool and lifting weights at the gym, hoping it would help lure one of Bella's friends into dating him after sex.

***** Ch. 2

Jenna Hawn still found herself in those moments where she suddenly felt empty - those moments where it felt like a piece broke off of her and she could never get it back. Those moments were rare and usually passed in seconds.

It was now seven months after her divorce had been finalized, and she was frustrated that she was still having these moments. To say that Jenna hated her ex was an overstatement. If it were not for him, she would not have her son and all the joy that came with being a mother. She simply resented her ex.

She did not resent the fact that he encouraged her to work part-time selling books at a Barnes & Noble even though she was intelligent and had an English Lit degree with plans on getting her Masters in Library. She did not resent the fact that they had bought a house in an area with high property taxes that she now had to pay. She did not even resent that she had been talked into signing a prenup which somehow made the divorce more complicated. What Jenna resented was not making sure that her idiot husband was entirely out of love with his high-school sweetheart before agreeing to marry him. Their marriage had been decent and often enjoyable until his sweetheart ended up becoming his coworker by random chance. And, apparently, despite Jenna being a dream wife, the allure of his first love was stronger.

The fact that her husband of two decades left her for someone else also hurt Jenna's ego. She was used to being desired, having to point to her wedding ring out to flirtatious men seemingly every time she was out in public. And if men were not trying to pick her up, they were doing a poor job of 'subtly' checking her out. Because Jenna was, to state mildly, attractive. She had always had the mature, "motherly" face that led men to see her as a life partner, and a fit busty body that often rendered men too intimidated to instigate the flirting themselves.

In addition to her bruised ego, the lengthy divorce negotiations over the contested prenup yielded Jenna a settlement that covered a quarter of her legal fees as well as a house that she could barely afford to keep. With no work experience other than a part-time job selling books, Jenna found herself as a 42-year-old library assistant with thousands of dollars in legal debt.

Her friends told her to sell the house and pocket the money. But after all that Jenna had lost, she would not lose the home where she raised her son. Even though money was tight, she could make it work.

As the moment of emptiness passed, Jenna again reminded herself that she now had an opportunity to earn new fulfillment and happiness in life.

***** Ch. 3

It was getting late in the evening and Jenna marched upstairs to tell her son, Wes, that dinner was ready. The brunette mother stood outside her son's door and made a point to knock loudly. Two weeks ago she had walked in on him watching porn on his phone. Not masturbating, but watching porn.

That didn't concern Jenna. She was an adult, and she was not oblivious to the fact that her son was a horny 21-year-old. As have many mothers, Jenna had had the misfortune of seeing the lotion and tissue evidence in his room before. And, besides, since her separation Jenna had been nearly addicted to pornography and her vibrating Magic Wand - so she was not one to criticize.

"Uh, the burgers are ready," the mother informed her son after he opened his door. His phone was face-down on his bed.

"Okay. I just have to wrap up texting a friend and I'll be down."

"So," Jenna asked, taking her seat at the kitchen table, "how was work today?"

"It went really well. I got some solid work done again."

"Oh great! What do they have you working on? Are you allowed to tell us common folk now?" she ribbed.

"No, ha-ha. There are still NDAs with pretty much everything I do." Wes was proud of himself for keeping his story straight.

"Honey, does your firm have an outdoor workspace or something? You've gotten a lot of color this summer," Jenna mothered. She noticed the tan that Wes had accumulated at the pool.

"Uh, yes. Yeah, they have some seats out there, and the wifi reaches. I like to enjoy the sun when it's out."

"I can understand that." Jenna then grinned, "And, hey, it's really nice having you home on weekends again."

Whenever his mom said something like that, Wes felt a mix of happiness and guilt. He had been home most of the summer break, but now school was in session. He was happy that him being home brought her so much joy. But it was also a reminder that whenever he went away, she was left at home alone. Granted, she had two really good friends, and she was probably, given how attractive she was, dating again. "Well, it's nice being back! And how was work today for you?"

"Good! And my day was promising too. Apparently, the senior assistant in front of me is on the verge of retiring, which probably means in the next year I will get her job."

"That's awesome, Mom! I'm sure it comes with a raise."

"Oh, yes it does," Jenna laughed. "I will be making an extra 9k a year when it finally happens." She could see the excitement and pride on her son's face. "And when that happens, it'll be smooth sailing."

Her last comment made Wes uneasy. "Like, is everything good with you? You're not behind on anything?"

Before Wes had even finished, his mom was profusely shaking her head. "Everything is fine. Obviously, this place costs a lot and I have the legal fees, but I can pay everything off well. I mean, your father got settled with your tuition payments," a small smirk appeared, "so other than that I'm just buying you a crazy amount of food for whenever you're here."

Wes knew his mom. She was a proud woman. And that pride had understandably grown since the separation. She would never admit if anything were wrong, even if it were. Because, for her, that would be admitting that she couldn't hack it without her ex.

Wes, of course, found that ridiculous. If she hadn't put her life goals on hold to raise him, she would be making over $80,000 a year as a librarian. She was still as smart as one, but without the job title.

The son also suspected that the legal fees were more draining than his mom was letting on. Wes, at the advice of both his parents, had kept his distance from the long divorce process. It was a drawn-out was the fight between the lawyers. It was a costly battle, but despite signing a prenup, Jenna's lawyer dragged things out enough where Jenna's ex left the $400,000 house.

Wes wanted to ask more questions about the legal debt but decided to just return to eating his potatoes.

***** Ch. 4

The following weekend, Jenna sat down for her love-hate activity of the month. It was time to pay her bills. She hated it for obvious reasons. She loved it because with each payment she saw her debt fall, and she felt a sense of satisfaction and relief that comes with freeing herself from her problems.

Today, though, there was a bigger problem. And it was that there was no longer a problem. When Jenna logged into her account to make her monthly payment, there was no debt to be seen. She stared at the zeros in her total remaining balance line and wondered what glitch led to this problem.

Obviously, the debt didn't disappear. Jenna called her lender.

After minutes on hold, Jenna spoke to a customer service representative. "Hello, I have a strange problem paying back a loan." She provided her account information. "Yeah, so my problem is it shows my debt is at zero, even though I know I have thousands left to pay. Your system is not even allowing me to make my regular monthly payment."

"Ma'am, it shows right here that you paid down all of your debt from the same payment account that you have used for all prior payments."

"What?!" Jenna quickly opened her banking app. She saw that her checking and savings accounts were at the correct level. It's a fucking accounting error then.

"Ma'am, I cannot help you any longer since you do not have any outstanding loans with us."

Jenna promptly called her ex. They had communicated a few times since the divorce, but it was always about administrative things. "Hey, Brad, I know this is a weird question, but did you deposit a check into my checking account and then use it to pay off my legal debt?"

Jenna hung up while Brad was still laughing over her question.

She was stumped and worried. But then realized that the money went through her account. There's a record of it. Jenna opened her banking app again. And sure enough, she saw a four-day-old mobile deposit for the exact amount of money as her debt.

Jenna tapped the transaction. A chill went up her spine as she saw a black and white image of the deposited check in the exact dollar amount as her debt. Whoever had done this had gained access to her banking account and her account with her lender. Her heart pounded in her chest. It didn't matter if it was beneficial. It was frightening.

Her first thought was that it was a stalker from Facebook. She did not currently have one, but Jenna had experienced two separate stalkers in college and one a few years back. Even for them, though, this would be a bit much.

The name of the checkwriter just read, "7H9J0K Industries." The signature of the endorser was an illegible scribble. That information was meaningless to Jenna. She then examined the address. It was a street in Chapel Hill, North Carolina. And the only person Jenna knew in North Carolina was her son.

The mother brushed her straight brown hair behind her ears and tried to think clearly. He doesn't have $16,000 sitting around. He's good at computers, but he's not a fucking hacker. It's probably some random rich dad who saw me drop him off at school after Spring break and wanted to stalk me. It was a far-fetched idea, but this was a freaky situation.

Jenna Googled the name of the company on the check. There were random results. The string of characters was mentioned in product IDs. But there was only one mention of 7H9J0K Industries. It was on the website for corporate filings in North Carolina. Jenna tapped the promising search result and then saw the name of the registered agent for the corporation: Wesley Hawn.

***** Ch. 5

Holy fuck. Jenna's mind raced. There was overwhelming evidence that it was her son who paid it. But she had no idea how in the world he did it, or why he would do it. Suddenly, Jenna's mother's intuition kicked in.

She had been curious why her son's employer had a confidentiality policy that was not in place last year. She had also found it odd that he worked inside all of last year, and now he was working outside. And now there was this massive payment. Jenna's stomach churned. She was missing something big.

In her dark, curved skinny jeans, the mother marched straight to Wes's room. She knocked loudly and waited for him to open up. Then, she did not hesitate.

"Hey, Mom, what's-"

"Wesley, did you deposit over $16,000 into my bank account and then pay my debt?"

"Uh," his face shot red. Oh fuck, no. He had no clue how she had figured it out. He had literally paid it through a shell company. "No. Why?"

His lies were far from convincing. A scolding Jenna called his bluff, "Why did you do it?! And how?!"

There was something about the way his mom was yelling at him that Wes was oddly attracted to. He had viewed her sexually before, which was natural with how beautiful and voluptuous she was. But today he was not merely drawn to the faint amount of cleavage she showed or the way her legs filled her jeans. His mom's eyes and voice were exhibiting a level of passion and fire that he had never seen in her before. Unfortunately, that passion was in the form of outrage at him. "How did you find out?" he surrendered.

"Oh my god! It was you! I looked up your company. You own that frickin' 4HJKL business or whatever the hell it's called. Did you think I wouldn't find out who paid down $16,000 in debt?!"

Honestly, he didn't expect her to find out. His expectation was that she would just enjoy the random stroke of luck and not pull any threads to risk losing the massive windfall. He now realized that that was naive of him given his mom's personality. "I thought you wouldn't find out. You've done so much for me, and you don't deserve to have to worry about money or have to wait a year to get a raise to be okay."

His words surprised and touched Jenna. But she was still confused and angry. With a softer but firm tone, she questioned, "How did you get into my account? And where did all that money come from?"

"Well, you keep all of your passwords written down in the computer drawer - which is actually something you really shouldn't- " He stopped as his mom's eyes glowed red.

"Thank you for the advice," she said coldly. "Again... Where did all that money come from? I know you couldn't have gotten it from working on weekends. And I know you don't have an on-campus job. Tell me where it's from."

C'mon, you got this, dude. Think. Wes reeled, and his palms were sweating. His mom had the eyes of a bloodhound with a scent. He knew she could detect his lies, so he hoped he could tell the truth without going into details. "You know how people make Youtube videos and make money from them?"

"Yeah...?"

"I basically do that."

Jenna was confused and remained skeptical. "Why wouldn't you just tell me that? What videos are you making?"

"I didn't tell you because you wouldn't like them. They're just dumb videos."

"Let me see them. I don't care." Jenna believed he was selling drugs. "You need to show me right now. And show me your bank account, too. I wanna see how much money you're making where supposedly $16,000 is no big deal."

Feeling the walls closing in, Wes became more animated. "Well, you know what?! You can stay mad at me all you want. I tried to do something nice. It's done now."

"Oh, no it's not," Jenna laughed poignantly. "I am going to pay you back every dime of it. I'm not taking a handout from you. I'm not going to be the mom that wiped out her son's life savings. And you are going to show me your bank account right now."

"I- I- That's private information."

Jenna scoffed. "You committed a federal crime by hacking into my bank account and withdrawing money from it! You lied to me. Show me your banking app, right now. I'm not leaving until you show me."

"But- No- " For Wes, his great deed was not going unpunished. He now felt dumb for believing he could get away with this. With nowhere to run, he surrendered. With trembling hands, he opened his banking app. Staring at the wall, he held out his phone for his mom.

"WHAT THE FUCK!!!" The room shook.

"It's not what you think," the son calmly stated.

"93,000 DOLLARS?? How?!"

Wes already knew what his mom was thinking. "I'm not selling drugs."

"Did you win the lottery?!"

"No." Wes immediately regretted saying no. He should have considered that angle.

The wide-eyed mother scrolled through her son's business account. "God, do you ever wipe your fingerprints off of anything? I can barely read your phone." Even when in shock, Jenna still found time to mother her son. She examined line after line of transactions, each one of them ended in zeros. "You're selling drugs!"

"No, I'm not!" Wes insisted.

"Well if you aren't, you're certainly doing a great job of making it look like you do!"

"Everything I do is completely legal. I pay taxes and everything."

Jenna breathed and tried to calm down. She was frightened for her son. "Wes, then you better tell me right now what the hell you've been doing."
The reality dawned on Wes. He had to tell her, or this would never end. "You already know what I do."

"What? How?"

He sighed. "You didn't catch me watching porn last week when you walked in on me. That was me working."

"What does that mean?" This was far from where Jenna expected this conversation to go.

"It's not a big deal. I do a lot of video marketing for nude models."

Oh my god... Jenna was bewildered. This wasn't much better than selling drugs. "Wh- How- How are you involved in that? How are you making so much money off of that?"

"It's not anything crazy. I just do market research, data analytics, and branding for some models. And I make money running a video platform for them."

Jenna would have never guessed Wes would get into this. He was less recognizable. "How did this happen?"

He still looked away from his mom, and he tried to sound professional. "This girl from school was a camgirl. She knew I was really good at digital marketing on social platforms and whatnot. So she asked me if I could help her reach a much larger paying audience. I saw a new way to make money in the industry by leveraging marketing data and feedback, and it took off. I made a lot of money. And then I realized that there were probably other women in her situation. So, I started a video website that featured a new model every week. Then I use the feedback to help launch and market data-driven channels for them after their week is up."

The mother stood there. Her mouth moved, but no words came out.

"I know it's a weird industry. But it's perfectly legal, and it was a smart business path. Nobody knows I do this."

"Okay, okay, okay," Jenna huffed. She ran her hands over her smooth face. "You need to send me the link to the site. I need to know what you're doing."

"Why? You're just going to get upset," a defeated Wes looked up.

For some reason, Jenna felt her son's eyes land on her body in an objectifying way. She was sure it was just her paranoia after finding out that he managed porn actresses. "Believe me, I'm already upset. I need to know how much I need to freak out about this."

Wes lowly nodded and texted her the link.

Jenna, with her shoulders tense, left her son's room.

***** Ch. 6

Jenna spent the next hour working off her anxiety on her exercise bike in her unfinished basement. In spite of its industrial atmosphere, this was the room in the house where Jenna always found peace.

Why the hell would he think it's okay to get into this? The money was clearly amazing. And that $93,000 didn't include his persona withdrawals. But regardless, he was involved in porn.

The answer to what exactly he was up to, though, was right in front of her. Jenna unlocked her phone and tapped the link in her son's text.

"Ugh." She winced as soon as she landed on the homepage. Her eyes were greeted by a GIF of a busty, dirty-blonde in her mid-twenties walking down a sidewalk in a bikini top and a knitted cover-up. The GIF then transitioned to her mouthing words to the camera, then to her removing her clothes, and then her inserting a dildo.

It looked like porn made from an iPhone. Still, there was a button underneath the video to buy a premium subscription to the site. And obviously enough people had to be buying it.

As Jenna scrolled down the site, she saw many other video offerings from women of various ages and aesthetics. Each woman had a bio page that linked to her own channel - which was set up by Wes. He's in really deep...

She pedaled faster.

***** Ch.7

Thankfully, it was wine night.

Jenna was joined by her two friends, Bri and Layla, as they sat on her back screened-in porch. Each woman held a glass of red wine and relaxed in her "going out" attire. They always gathered before another journey to a nightclub downtown. Clubbing was not Jenna's cup of tea, but she had promised Bri and Layla that she would get out of the house with them more.

The three friends had grown up together and were close in high school. Things changed when Layla got pregnant and Bri and Jenna went off to college together. Then, with Jenna raising Wes and being married, Bri and Layla had become the closer pair.

Layla had been married and divorced twice, likely due to her being cute enough to get into relationships, but too neurotic at times to find stability. There was lingering resentment that she was the one from their clique that got pregnant in high school even though it could have been any of them. She had a shorter body, a round face, a big smile, and neck-length dark hair that she kept in a ponytail.

Bri was a lawyer who perpetually 'kind of had a boyfriend-ish' while also being 'kind of single'. She was as independent as Jenna was, yet ironically both more free-spirited and corporate. She had sharper features and straight long blonde hair.

And with her brunette hair, round hips, firm body, large breasts, mature demeanor, and assuring smile, Jenna came across as a self-reliant trophy wife. She always appeared to be the most put-together and responsible person in the room, even though she often wasn't while growing up.

In a testament to their friendship, despite their different paths in life, the three had grown closer again over the last twelve months since Jenna's separation.

As the longtime friends finished their first glass of wine, Bri finally mentioned to Jenna that she seemed distant.

"It's nothing," Jenna brushed it off.

"No, tell us."

She had to get some of it off her chest. "Well, I don't wanna give a lot away... But I discovered Wes is doing something for a living that I do not approve of at all. And there's nothing I can think to do to stop him because it's legal, and he's making money hand-over-fist."

"What's he doing?" Bri was intrigued.

"And how much is he making?" Layla humored.

Jenna sipped her wine. "Again, I'm not going to get into it because it's private. But he's doing something with making videos, and he's probably making well over $100,000 a year."

"What, is he doing porn?!" Layla's mind lived in the gutter more than the others. She was also the bluntest.

"What?" Jenna recoiled. "How did you get to that?"

Layla raised her palms. "How else would he make his mom that upset from making videos?"

The truth was out of the bag, and Jenna actually wanted to talk about it. "Well, he's not doing it. He's marketing it. He runs this site where a different 'actress' takes it over every week. Then he does all this marketing research to help them make their own channel after they're done. Obviously, I don't want him doing it. I mean, just imagine if someone found out. And I also keep thinking how bad it is that he's talking to those types of women all day."

"I mean, it might be a skeezy business, but he's doing really well," Layla offered.

Bri joked, "Yeah, he's a guy making over 100k a year and he's good with women. Do you know if he's seeing anyone?"

"Probably all of the girls," Layla snorted.

Jenna shuddered. Her best friends could see they were not being much help because Jenna was growing more worried. "Do you guys think it's possible he's seeing them, like 'casting-couching' them or something?"

"You watch casting couch porn?" Bri grinned curiously.

"No, but obviously I scroll past it when finding stuff I watch. I'm not that out of the loop."

Layla adjusted her short black ponytail. "Well, if it makes you feel better, those women are probably from all over the place. So, he's probably not making them fuck him for a job."

Bri shook her blonde head at her friend's bluntness.

Jenna asked Layla, "Then how is he even finding these women? How is he convincing them to do it?"

"Well," Layla shrugged, "he's definitely paying them. These many girls don't get naked on camera for a week for free. And he's probably recruiting off Instagram or Reddit. Those are kind of big places for amateurs to post pics and videos. Like, it's mainly wannabe Instagram models that realize they can't make as much money as they wanted to. So they do porn instead."

Bri was impressed with Layla's knowledge. Jenna, though, was shaking her head in bewilderment. "What the hell is wrong with girls these days? How in the world are there so many willing to do this type of shit for a living?"

"Oh, come on now," Bri now rolled her eyes. "Jen, you of all people should not be saying that."

Layla perked up. "Why, Bri?! Why shouldn't Jen be saying that?!"

"Well, Layla," a grinning Bri pretended to lecture as if she were in court, "our mutual friend here, Jenna, was once quite eager to get her naked body on camera." Jenna tried to pipe in, but Bri spoke louder. "In college, she, and admittedly I did too, flashed her tits to some cheap forebearer of Girls Gone Wild that came to our campus. She and her naked tits were on camera in all their glory."

"No, no," the mother defended, seeing Layla's shocked and impressed face. "I once got drunk at a party and did something stupid. I wasn't using sex toys in scripted videos for money."

"Once?" Bri questioned. The tall lawyer noticed Layla's engaged face, her craving new information. "Jen, you also flashed your tits for a bunch of random guys when they begged you to during beach week."

"Ok. Well, that- "

"And, you were not drunk at all when that happened," Bri pointed. "And, what about the time you had sex with Kevin Holdfeld against the side of that house at that party junior year when all of those frat guys were watching you and catcalling you, and you just winked at them and kept going?"

"OH, DAMN!" Layla laughed.

"And how about those tattoos we got after- "

"You did those same types of things!" Jenna charged.

"Yeah, I know I did," Bri laughed. "That's why I didn't criticize those women for doing softcore porn."

"Ok. We were slutty. The three of us, we all used to be slutty."

"Used to be?" Layla laughed at herself.

Jenna continued with her thought. "My point is, there's a big difference between having fun when you're a stupid kid and selling your body for a living."

"I don't know," Layla swirled her finger on the rim of her wine glass, "based on what Bri just said, it seems like if camgirling were a thing back then, you would've been doing it."

Jenna rolled her eyes, not appreciating the joke. "I'm not the type of woman who would ever sell my body. All of those things I did were spontaneous and fun, that's why I liked doing them. Getting paid would've taken the fun out of it," she spoke honestly.

"I know you. I know that's true. That's true for me, too," Bri recognized. She then ribbed, "I know you wouldn't take money, but what about the time you benevolently choked on that wide receiver's cock so he'd give Tara a ride home from beach week because she couldn't afford the train."

"Damn, Jenna! I underestimated you," Layla gawked. "I can't even imagine the type of shit you would've been doing if I went to college with you guys."

"Ok, regardless," Jenna tried to move on, "maybe it's because my kid is paying desperate young women a thousand dollars to help a bunch of strange men jerk off over the Internet? Have you considered that that's what's pissing me off?"

There was a long silence. Bri leaned back into her seat, understanding her friend needed space.

Layla, though, was not as good at reading signals. "Those women probably enjoy it."

Jenna huffed, "Let's just head out."

"Hold on. Hold on," Bri halted. "We have to see the videos he's making."

"No. Why?"

"Oh, come on. If one of us had been talking about a porn website, you'd wanna see what it was like too." They were right. "We're your best friends. By law, you have to show us."

The mother sighed and sent her friends the link. "It's just a bunch of GIFs. Look at it, and then let's call our ride."

Bri and Layla could not help but to tap on the top video. Moments later, Bri announced, "I'm now a premium member."

"What? Why?" Jenna sat up.

"I wanted to see how much it costs, and my browser asked me if it could autofill my credit card info. It was $2 for a one-day trial. It happened quickly," Bri innocently smirked.

Layla craned her neck. Suddenly, a woman's voice was sounding from Bri's phone.

"Damn, she's hot. I get why Wes does this," Layla laughed.

Jenna didn't like being excluded while her friends learned more about her son. And, naturally, she was curious.

For ten minutes, the three friends watched as the dirty blonde in the bikini acted in front of the camera. She explained to her imaginary lawn-care provider and his coworker that she didn't have the money to pay them. And then she stripped out of her bikini and asked the men what they wanted her to do next. Shock appeared on the actress's face, followed by reluctance.

Then, Jenna, Bri, and Layla watched the woman moan and beg for more as a beige dildo was worked into her pussy and another beige one slid in and out of her mouth. She eventually came in her shower. The video ended with her naked body resting against the glass in the shower and her asking the men to stay over her house a little longer to help her with more chores.

"Goddam. She knows what's up," Layla cheered.

"Yeah. Now, I am ready to fucking go to out" Bri laughed. She called for the Lyft.

Jenna just stood there with her mouth open.

***** Ch. 8

Layla, in a glittering silver dress, Bri, in a plunging blue dress, and Jenna, in jeans and a red v-neck tank top, arrived in front of their favorite nightclub. It was a 25-and-over club so it attracted an older crowd. It was also less obnoxious than ones with rowdy college students.

As they sipped on a new drink, Bri asked Jenna how she now felt about Wes running the camgirl site.

She sighed. "Well, obviously the women want to be doing it. You know, I'm glad he's not forcing them in any way. But- I just- I can't believe he's doing it. It's going to be hard for me to look at him knowing he's talking to sex workers."

Loud sounds pulsated through the dark club, and lights flashed around them. Bri thought of how she could help her friend relax. "Just think of it this way- "

"Hey, can we get you ladies some drinks?"

"We already have them. You should try hitting on other women." Bri turned away a group of sweaty guys, who seemed a little desperate. Not to be elitist, but the three women knew how attractive they were. Layla tended to give off a wild vibe. Bri was looking as though she could have worked on a runway if she cared enough to be unhealthily skinny. And Jenna remained invitingly attractive and head-turning despite her subtle attire.

"As I was saying," Bri continued, "Just think of it this way: Would you be okay with Wes growing up to marry a woman of your caliber?"

"No. I hope he finds a woman that wouldn't let her partner talk her out of getting her Master's degree," Jenna voiced over the music.

"You know what I mean. You're an intelligent woman. And you're an amazing mom. And you were a great wife. Would you be fine with Wes marrying someone of your quality?"

"Yeah, I'd say so," Jenna decided. "Of course I want him to have someone who'll be quality."

"Right. You've already admitted that we were just as fun and slutty as the girl we watched in that video tonight. Now, we never did anything like that for money - we were sluts, not whores," Bri laughed. "But honestly, Wes has a good head on his shoulders and you raised him well. He's confused now and will make his mistakes, but he'll figure things out like we all did. He's gonna be fine."

Bri's words made Jenna feel considerably better. She knew she should trust her son's judgment more. He got into a great school and was doing well for himself. "You're right. I still don't like it though. I'm still worried. Girls like that are bad news," Jenna chuckled.

Wanting to redirect the conversation to help her friend loosen up, Bri smirked mischievously. "Maybe you're just mad that those girls are cooler than you are now."

Jenna knew it was a joke made with love, but she still felt the burn. "Oh really?! And if being that way is so 'cool' then why aren't you still acting like you did in college? You didn't get pregnant in college. You didn't have to stop."

The tall blonde shrugged. "Maybe I just lost my partner-in-crime. And, hey, I still have a lot of fun. More fun than you."

Standing on the sidelines, Layla was loving the show. "It's true, Jen. Bri slowed down a bit, but she still does some pretty badass shit."

Jenna was actually getting defensive. "Well, I'm sorry that one of us had to grow up and be the mature one."

Bri did not like being called immature. She went into lecture mode. "Do you know what I think? I think you are misconstruing being prude with being mature because you had to give up on being promiscuous and fun when some douche named Brad knocked you up. And it was easier to tell yourself that you were being mature rather than admit to yourself that you could no longer live your life the way you wanted to live it. And now, you are choosing to be prude because if you suddenly started allowing yourself to be sexually liberated again, that would still be you basically admitting that you spent the last 20 years not living life in the best way you could." It had come out too harsh.

The single mother was a deer in headlights. Her eyes were wide and still. Her mouth was agape. She didn't know what to think, but she was starting to simmer.

Bri quickly added, "But, you know what, Jen? That doesn't fucking matter. Because of all of that happening, you got to raise a great son, who is gonna be a fucking millionaire. And now you're a hot, single MILF, which is now even sexier to guys than being hot in your late twenties. Trust me. Jen, you have a chance to be the only one of us that gets to have it all - being a fun slut in college, an awesome mom, and then an elegant fun slut for the rest of her life. I'm actually jealous of you."

Nobody spoke for a moment. Jenna's fingers slowly unclenched. Bri had resurrected her friend's mood - and not just for tonight. Bri had provided Jenna with a new outlook on her single life.

"You might be right."

"I am so sorry for bringing all of that up, Jen. I had no right to do that."

Jenna felt invigorated. "No, you're right, Bri. I dedicated all my time to sleeping with that fucking asshole and telling myself that it was what I was supposed to do. I don't know if I can still be the 'fun slut' you think I am, but I've been separated for over a year now. And I haven't even been dating! I think it's time I have a night where I'm not being the prude bitch. I owe it to myself, and to you."

Layla and Bri cheered and applauded their friend. They had been going out together for some time. Usually, Jenna treated it as a chore. It was a nice change to see her excited about life and exploration again.

Bri raised her glass. "Cheers to having my partner-in-crime back. It might be only for one night, and the crimes might not be as bad, but she's back nonetheless."

With their glasses in the air, Layla, who often still felt left out because she didn't go to college, asked, "Do you guys mind adding a third partner-in-crime?"

"Of course. We're all best friends," Jenna announced, aware of Layla's insecurity.

"Yes!! Is there an initiation ritual or anything," Layla beamed.

Jenna shook her head no. But then Bri offered, "Yeah, there is, Layla. What about we have a competition?"

"Like what? Whoever can pick up the hottest guy?" Jenna asked.

"NO!" Bri wagged her finger. "Obviously, we're all gonna pick up fucking hot guys. Tonight is about fun." Layla and Jen cheered and laughed, so Bri continued to rally, "We're gonna make guys chase us. We're gonna make them feel like it's a privilege to get hard from us. We're gonna grind into guys and then do shit so we can get that rush of doing something fucking hot and inappropriate. We're going to be fun sluts again. We are going to be everything Jenna has been pretending to be better than!"
The ladies cheered and finished their drinks. Jenna and Layla nearly coughed theirs up from laughing so hard.

"Alright," Bri addressed, "let's meet back here at midnight. And you better not bring a guy back with you. This isn't about finding fucking dates. At midnight, whoever did the hottest, naughtiest thing doesn't have to pay for brunch for the next month."

"Fuck yes!" Layla pointed at her friend.

***** Ch. 9

For the first time that Jenna had gone out with her friends since her divorce, she felt excitement. It was the combination of promiscuity in the air and also the kinship of feeling fully accepted by her friends again. Tonight, for the first time in a year, she felt part of a union again.

Her flood of excitement aside, Jenna realized a problem. Layla and Bri confidently glided through the nightclub. Jenna had always had a seductive and flirty personality, but she was unsure if she could shake off two decades of rust in 90 minutes.

Jenna now also wished she had worn something less conservative. Her skinny jeans showed off her shapely thighs and butt. Her red top revealed a fair amount of her 36Cs. But compared to the women in skimpy, tight dresses, she felt out of place for flirting.

The fit 42-year-old stepped onto the dancefloor. She could see that Bri was talking to two gentlemen in their 40s. Layla, unsurprisingly, was already dancing in a sexy way with a buff man in his 30s.

Jenna found herself wandering around aimlessly. She was not sure what she was looking for or how to obtain it. When she noticed that the guy Layla had been dancing with had stepped away, Jenna asked her friend if she had any tips.

Layla was already glistening with sweat in the flashing lights. "Guys think any girl who smiles at them wants to fuck them. Jen, you're fucking hot. Just walk by a group of guys and smile. They'll chase you."

"Can you help me a little bit?"

Layla laughed at how a woman of Jenna's history needed advice. "Yeah. Let's go find some guys." She took Jenna's hand and led her away.

"There. Them." Layla pointed.

"Those guys are barely old enough to get in here."

"Yeah, I know. That's why they're gonna be really easy to talk to. You can use them to get back in your flirting groove. Guys love hot moms."

Not a terrible plan, I guess. Jenna, though, was unsure if she could flirt well with a different generation - or if she could feel comfortable doing it.

"C'mon, follow me." Layla and Jenna aloofly walked close to a group of guys. Layla whispered, "Now, Jen, if any of them look over here and your eye catches him checking you out, just look back and smile. You're gonna be great. You've done this without thinking a million times before."

It was not long before one of the six young men glanced toward the two enticing women. Jenna glanced back at him and held a subtle smile.

"Now turn away. If you smile too long it looks desperate," Layla urged.

Jenna was thoroughly embarrassed over how rusty she was. But she was still effective. The group of male friends migrated over to Jenna and Layla.

"Hey," one of them said.

"Hey," Layla replied coolly before turning back to Jenna.

"You two look great tonight. I'm guessing you two don't have to buy many drinks here?" another joked.

"Of course not. It's nice to be a woman sometimes," Layla winked.

One turned to Jenna. "Is it just you two here together tonight?"

Seeing his youthful face, Jenna inquired, "How old are you?" Layla cringed.

"Old enough to be in here talking to you," the guy spoke confidently.

"Oh. Nice." Due to the new environment, her rust, the age gap, her insecurity over her attire, and her embarrassment, Jenna found it hard to converse.

Layla took it upon herself to be Jenna's savior. "Hey, do you guys know about Girls Gone Wild?"

The men's interests were piqued. "Yeah, of course."

Jenna's face went blank. Layla continued with a smirk, "My friend Jenna here was actually on it back in college. If you've watched the videos, you might remember her face, and maybe some parts of her you can't see now."

A smile swept across the faces of the men as they not-so-subtly examined Jenna's body. Her v-neck tank top, like most non-sweaters, hugged Jenna's breasts and did not leave much doubt as to their size. Jenna suddenly found herself the center of attention and more engaged. She was popular amongst the group of guys, and she felt more in control. She even caught herself peeking down to see the outlines of their cocks in their pants.

The men were more engaged as well. "No, I haven't really watched them." "Yeah, I don't think so." "That's cool, though. I thought they used actresses for that."

"Nope!" Layla answered for Jenna. "She just did it because she wanted to," Layla shrugged. "It's a crazy story. She rarely tells it, but you should ask her to."

"Oh, now you have to tell us." "Yeah, how did it happen?" The guys playfully encouraged the striking woman.

Layla, you tricky bitch. Egged on by the group of men, Jenna's cheeks went red and she sighed. She hadn't been in the brand-name Girls Gone Wild, but Jenna didn't let that get in the way of a good story. "Okay. Okay. I'll tell you." She could see the suggestive men were already hanging onto her every word.

"Alright, so, I was a junior in college, right? I was 20. And I was at a fraternity party. It was a wild one. And I was there with my friend, Bri, who is actually here tonight doing god knows what. But anyway, I had a couple of drinks, and I was feeling good. And then suddenly, three older men came into the house. One had a microphone, another a camera, and one had lighting equipment of some kind. Now, you have to understand, we weren't told that they were going to be there, so nobody outside of the brothers knew what was going on." Jenna could see she still had their undivided attention, and it was building her confidence.

"And, this was the 90s. So, I'm there in this white crop top, and my mom jeans - and I think I had block heels on with my mom jeans, ha-ha." The men laughed even though they didn't understand why that was funny.

"And then this fraternity brother stands up on the stairs and calls out into the living room, where we were all dancing, and announces that Girls Gone Wild was there, and if any ladies wanted to 'get wild' to be on camera, it would be appreciated. Now, I jokingly said to the guy I was dancing with that I should make out with my friend Bri on camera. He told me to do it because it would be hot. So, then, of course, I felt the peer pressure and I wanted to find Bri to see if she was interested. But, as luck would have it, before I found Bri, the Girls Gone Wild guys walked past the guy I had been grinding on, and he told them I wanted to do something on camera. And literally no other girl had wanted to do anything yet! I was their only hope. So, suddenly, I have this camera and light on me. And one of them tells me to do something fun for the camera. And at this point, the entire room is looking at me." Jenna paused her story and breathed, her face blushing. Reminiscing on the story, and seeing the demanding faces of the men in front of her, she was rediscovering her lost swagger. The mother loosened her shoulders and brushed her brunette hair behind her ear.

"So, imagine dozens of people at a party and all of your friends looking at you. And, you have to understand that I sort of had a reputation for doing fun stuff like this. Everybody knew that I had stripped down into my underwear to go swimming in a lake by campus one time. So, now, everybody was expecting me to do something again. And the Gone Wild guys plead with me again to do something. I wasn't sure what to do. But then, somebody who obviously knew what I had done before, yelled out 'Take your shirt off again'. But the problem was, I didn't have a bra on... because I'm just wearing the tight tube top. So, I start thinking if there's anything else I can do. But then I thought, 'You know what? Everyone wants me to take my top off. Obviously they want me to do it so they can get a better view of my boobs. I'm feeling good. Why not give the people what they want..." Jenna paused again, and she could see the young men were entranced and silent. Their hearts were racing. Jenna remembered the thrill she got out of eliciting this kind of reaction from people. It echoed the atmosphere of when she actually did it.

Using her hands to motion, Jenna continued, "So, I look at everyone waiting around me. I just look at the camera, I grab the sides of my white tube top, and I start to pull it up my body. And people start cheering. But, I stopped just before I revealed anything. Then people start chanting for me to take my top off and to see me in my bra again. I let them build up their expectations for a while. And then, in one movement, I pull my entire top over and off my head. And all of a sudden, everyone is blown away when they see me standing there with my tits out. They weren't even cheering, they were just stunned for a few seconds. And then they started cheering and whistling and that type of stuff."

Jenna pridefully grinned back at her own actions. Wow... She let her curious eyes flicker down and three of them seemed to be very interested in her story. "So, here I am, just standing there with my boobs out and everyone's looking at them. The camera is filming them. And I'm thinking, 'Wow, I can't believe I just did that!' I'm about to put my top back on, but then the guy holding the boom mic says, 'Can you give a little shake for us?' I was thinking, 'Are you fucking kidding me?' But then I thought, 'You know, I'm having fun doing this. They're already out. Why not?' So, I kind of shimmy my tits and make them bounce a little. And then, I guess in all the commotion, my friend Bri finally finds me. She walks into the frame and squeezes one of my tits while laughing her head off. And I remembered the guy I was dancing with wanted me to make out with her, so I kiss Bri, and we make out for a couple seconds, jokingly. And as you would imagine, everyone is cheering and hollering. And then, because you men are visual creatures, the dude with the camera says, 'You are the hottest girl we've ever had on here. You have the nicest rack of any girl we've seen, and they're real.' Which I'm sure they say to every girl when they want them to do something for them."

The group of men, and Layla, studied Jenna's face and body. What the cameraman said was possibly true.

Jenna permitted their lustful glances as she spoke. "So, I guess because he saw Bri do it, the dude with the camera then asks if he can squeeze my boobs too. And you have to understand, we had never heard of this group before. We didn't know what they were doing with the video. So I'm thinking, 'Is he even asking this for the show? Or is he just doing this for his own enjoyment?' I didn't know because I had a couple of drinks. But the light is still on me, and people were still watching and cheering me on. So I figure, 'Hey, a lot of guys have touched my tits before. I'm having fun. I'm at a party. Why not?' So I let him reach out, and he squeezes my tits. And I'm just laughing with Bri as it's happening. But, again, guys are visual creatures. So the lighting guy and the mic guy then both ask to touch them. And at this point, I'm thinking, 'Okay. This is probably not part of their video. They're just doing this because they want to.' But everyone erupted when I let the first guy touch them, and I thought it would be a funny sight if two guys were grabbing them at once. So I told them they could do it. So both of them feel my tits for a bit, and I give kind of a 'goodbye' shimmy. And then, finally, I can put my top back on. People started booing and telling me to stay like that for the whole party. But first of all, I'm thinking that the rest of the night guys are just gonna be walking up asking to feel them, which isn't the big deal. I was worried that if people get used to seeing them, it doesn't make it as much of a rush when I do stuff like that in the future."

The attractive woman, in her red v-neck, caught her breath. "So, basically, because of that night, every party, every weekend for the rest of college, whenever I went to a party, guys asked me to take my top off."

Even Layla was shocked over the details behind the story. She had just thought Jenna had flashed her tits on camera. All of the young men were salivating. They were captivated by the sexy woman before them. They would have never guessed she was that type of person.

"Did you do it?" one of the guys asked.

"What?" Jenna replied, caught up in her own emotions and growing confidence.

"Did you take your top off at those other parties when guys asked?"

Jenna slyly shrugged. "You seem smart enough to figure that one out on your own. You were obviously smart enough to procure a fake ID to get in here."

"Ohhhhhh!" The guys laughed at their friend.

A guy called out, humorously, "I don't believe that happened. Can you take your top off now?"

Rolling her eyes, Jenna scoffed, "Shockingly, no. But nice try."

"Is there a link to the video of you doing it?"

"Oh god," Jenna laughed. "I don't wanna date myself, but this was back when DVDs were a thing. I don't even know if my time on camera ever made it into the final DVD. I have a DVD of it that they sent me, but it's just my part of it."

The guys had a lot more questions, but Layla announced that Jenna was now accompanying her to the bathroom.

"Holy fucking shit!! That was amazing, Jen!" Layla gushed.

"You think so? It felt like I was doing really well, but I've also had a couple." Standing in front of the bathroom sink, Jenna saw the elation and improved attitude in her face.

"You were perfect. Those guys were eating out of the palm of your hand. I was too! I had no idea you were such a badass in college. I am so pissed off I couldn't go with you! Actually, no, you might've been uncontrollable."

Jenna laughed at her friend. Recently, Jenna was only able to experience joy when Wes came home on the weekends to see her. Tonight was important. She was breaking through and starting the path to discovering herself as Jenna, the single woman. You're doing so well!

***** Ch. 9

Jenna went to the bar alone and took a seat on a stool. It was time for a break. She was still fluttering from the excitement of telling those men, and re-telling herself, that story.

A few men had come up and offered Jenna a drink. Some merely approached without saying anything, hoping she would take the initiative to talk to them. It was about thirty minutes later that one of the young men, who she had entertained earlier, approached her and asked her if she wanted a drink. Jenna politely declined. I've had enough.

"Well, do you want to go dance then?"

Ehh... The young man was tan and handsome. She recognized him as one of the less vocal men in the group, but one of the more interested. Knowing that Layla and Bri were living it up on the dancefloor, Jenna acquiesced. "Why not?"

In her first true physical contact with a man since her divorce, Jenna entered the dancefloor with her young suitor and began to dance. It was a pleasure to cut loose and burn energy.

Jenna spotted her friends on the dancefloor. Layla was dancing around a guy and twirling on his arm, just as Jenna was with her partner. Bri, it seemed, was now pressed between the two male friends in their 40s. Jenna wondered whether this was common for Bri, or if it was because of the competition. Oh shit. That was when Jenna remembered the competition, which after telling her sexy story in public, she believed she would win.

The DJ cycled through more songs and Jenna twirled with her young dance partner. She enjoyed her frivolous fun under loud music and lively lights. When Jenna spotted Layla again, she was dancing sexually with her back to her partner. And Bri was nowhere to be seen. Jenna reminded herself that she was at a nightclub, and had promised herself and her friends that she would not be a prude. It would be good for her to have a more fitting physical interaction with a man. She checked out her dance partner again. He had a stockier build and was in fair shape. Her eyes wandered down. I mean, he's not small...

Jenna slowly turned away from her partner during a song and gyrated her round hips. The opportunistic young man took the bait and walked his groin into her butt. His wide chest touched against Jenna's back. Alright, you did it. Dancing like this with a stranger was something Jenna hadn't felt in a long time.

The handsome man wasn't pressing hard, as he was mildly intimidated by the experienced woman. Jenna could sense his apprehension, which was something she was used to. She bent over slightly and pressed her firm butt into his groin. A pair of masculine hands took hold of her hips, and they were off.

Welp, there it is. Soon, Jenna remembered another sensation. An erection grew against her grinding butt. "Hey, how old are you?" Jenna asked behind her.

A nervous look came on the man's face.

"You can be honest with me."

"25," he replied, honestly. He was still anxious about her response.

Shaking her head, Jenna thought of how he was barely older than her son. "...And you're attracted to me?"

Nodding and grinning, he said, "Yeah."

A sense of pride swept over Jenna. "You know, there are other girls your age here."

"I know. I prefer this," he shrugged. "So, are you attracted to me?"

Jenna thought he was handsome, but she was just using him as a dance partner. "I'm dancing with you. Let's just have fun with that."

The mother scanned the room to see if Layla had caught her dancing with one of the young guys. Layla, though, was in her own world, making out and getting handsy with a random man. Jenna then sought Bri across the room, only to find that she was still tightly packed between the same two men.

They certainly don't hesitate, ha-ha. Jenna began dancing more sexually and seductively. Her partner responded by grabbing a stronger hold of her hips and pulling her in more tightly. It was a lot of fun for both Jenna and the 25-year-old man.

Jenna utilized her toned, exercised butt to intensely massage the guy's cock through her jeans. Then in Jenna's ear, the guy asked, "Hey. Do you wanna get out of here?"

Jenna shook her head no. "I won't be doing that tonight."

"Ok. I understand. Can I have your number at least? We can meet here again."

Once again, Jenna declined. "Sorry. I'm dancing with you for fun. Nothing's gonna come of it."

"No?" He was good-humored about the refusal. "Darn. I was hoping to see the 'nicest rack' that any of the guys from Girls Gone Wild had ever seen."

Jenna laughed, "You absolutely can... Just find the DVDs and hope my scene is on there."

Realizing that he had taken his shot and was rejected, the aroused young man didn't want to make the hot mom uncomfortable by hanging around. "Well, it was a pleasure meeting you and dancing with you. I have to get back to my friends."

"Oh. Ok, then." Jenna was mildly surprised but knew that might happen from turning him down.

Not even thirty seconds later, though, another guy from the same friend group came up to Jenna. He had to have been waiting for his chance from afar. "Hey, there. Are you free to dance now?" He smiled confidently.

Jenna was more comfortable the second time around. She inspected the taller man and his whiskery face. She feigned a glance behind her. "It seems that way."

The young guy with dark hair eagerly stepped behind Jenna and placed his hands on her hips. "I'm glad you were free."
"Do you think you're going to have better luck than your friend?" Jenna asked skeptically.

"No. I'm just hoping to have the same luck."

His cock had a bit more meat to it. And it was at full mast quickly. That was fast. Jenna noticed this guy also rubbed his dick against her with more rhythm. She made sure her dancing responded in tune. She examined how her flexing tight core powered her rotating hips under her red tank top. The man's firm hands soon climbed up to her lower ribs. Jenna allowed it and subtly arched her back.

With things going further and faster than they did with the first guy, Jenna tried to distract herself from her heating body. She scanned the room for Layla, and she found her sitting on some guy's lap in a booth making out with him. Bri was harder to find. Bri was still compressed between those two men - at least it looked like it from their heads above the crowd.

"Let's move closer to the stage," Jenna pointed. Her dance partner agreed.

Jenna walked next to Bri, keeping far enough away to not distract her. Jenna then felt the impact of the erect cock pressing against her ass again, and she resumed her dancing.

Curious about Bri, Jenna studied her friend. She was certainly between the two men, but they both were not exactly pressed against her. No way.

The man in front of Bri was standing a few inches away. And Bri, with her thin index finger, was slowly running her nail up and down his erection through his pants. Jenna noticed how Bri then knew to effortlessly turn around and do the same for the other man's cock. She's done this before. Each time Bri turned around to 'play' with the other man, the man behind her took hold of her apple-sized breasts over her blue dress. Their sexy apparatus was operating so smoothly that it was obvious it had been going on for a few minutes.

It was strange for Jenna that she felt weird about what she was witnessing. It was a small action by their former standards. Jenna had seen Bri do much worse, and vice versa.

It was disappointing for Jenna that she had come out of her shell, and yet, she didn't match the prowess of her friends. As hot as it felt to tell that story, Jenna knew that her contribution for the night was that she had told a story about something she did decades ago and then danced with a couple of guys at a nightclub. It wasn't interesting compared to, "I sat on a guy's erection with my skimpy dress bunched up while we made out," and, "I was jammed between two guys, and they took turns holding my breasts while I touched their cocks."

The heart of the issue was not the dumb competition. Jenna was questioning why her friends seemed so happy and free while she held herself back.

Abruptly, Jenna snapped out of it as she felt a change in the man's grip. "You're letting your hands take more of an adventure than your friend did." The pair of hands was now solidly on the side of her ribcage.

"Is that a problem? I don't want to be turned away like my buddy did," the tall, dark-haired man chuckled.

Jenna tilted her head back to him. "I'm just making an observation. And I didn't make your friend leave. He chose to."

"Why the hell would he leave?" The young man slid his hands inward, his fingers under the bottom of Jenna's casually bouncing chest. He hoped his question would distract the out-of-league woman from the move he had made.

"I don't know why he left. He asked to take me home, and I said no. Then he asked to see my tits, and I obviously said no," Jenna laughed. "Then he left." She changed the movements of her waist as the song changed.

The friendly guy was surprised, and he snickered along. "I can't believe he asked for that straight up! So, why did you reject him?" he poked.

"I know! It was kind of impressive," Jenna grinned. "And I didn't really reject him. He was growing on me - in a few ways. I didn't wanna leave yet because I wanna dance. And I can't exactly show anything off in here."

"Oh. Well, I'm kind of glad he left."

"I can tell," Jenna playfully rolled her eyes. Her heart fluttered. She was doing a great job and she knew it. She was slowly ceding control to her body, and she enjoyed venturing into the unknown.

"So, you say you wanted to keep dancing with my friend... Which one of us is better so far?"

"Hmm," Jenna shrugged. "Doesn't matter. Both of you are fun, but neither of you made much of an impression on me." There was a lingering smirk.

"Oh, really??" The guy, likely 26 or 27, felt challenged. "What would leave an impression?"

Jenna breathed and then looked back up. "If you want to leave an impression, then impress me."

Willing to go for broke, the young man reached up and took the sexy woman's large breasts in his hands. It was a special feeling for the man. It was electrifying for Jenna.

Her eyes closed and her mouth opened. Moisture flooded to Jenna's soft, parting pussy lips. It was the first time she had experienced any sexual intimacy with another person since her separation. You can definitely do this shit tonight, but not with this kid.

"So, did I make an impression?" The man then felt Jenna's hands briefly clench over his.

"If you're going to make a move like that, then actually go for it," Jenna advised as she squeezed her hands, bolstering his grip. "And yeah, that was a smart move." As Jenna made two hard, deliberate swipes into the hard cock behind her, she reached back with her left hand and gently ran it up and down the back of her dance partner's leg.

The aroused man let his thumbs massage and explore the top of Jenna's amazing chest. His cock pressed more firmly against her alluring ass. "Since we're getting to know each other more intimately, my name is Peter. You're Jenna, right?"

"Yes," Jenna chuckled. "I am, Jenna. And this isn't intimate, Peter. You're doing something with me that dozens of guys have done with me before, and I'm usually in less clothing."

Jenna and Peter danced intensely for two more songs while Jenna let him have free range on her covered breasts.

Suddenly, Jenna saw a familiar face approaching.

"Oh, what's up, Charlie?" Peter spoke before Jenna.

"Hey. I-uh- " the familiar man awkwardly looked at Jenna and the pair of hands on her body, "I thought you weren't interested in doing anything more, um, intimate tonight. Did you change your mind? Or was it just a feeling toward me? It's fine either way."

"What's up with you guys and considering this intimate?" Jenna laughed. She replied to her first dance partner, "Charlie, right? I said I didn't wanna leave with you or show my tits. I never said I didn't want more. You could have stayed and taken a chance like this."

Charlie cringed at his stupidity. "I thought you were turning me down. I didn't want to come across as 'that creepy guy' who couldn't take a hint."

Aww. Jenna appreciated his consideration. She probably did give off that vibe. "Nope, I wasn't turning you down. In fact, maybe after your friend here - "

"Jenna, Jenna, Jenna," interrupted a familiar voice. Apparently, Bri had been keeping a close eye on Jenna, just as she had been on her.

"Hey, Bri," Jenna smiled. Her friend had broken up an uncomfortable conversation.

"Wait, are you the Bri? The Bri from college with Jenna?" Peter asked.

Bri was taken aback but felt important. "Why yes, I am. How do you know who I am?"

"Jenna told us the story from college of you two doing Girls Gone Wild," Charlie added.

"Oh, did she?" Bri beamed with pride at her friend. "Yes, that was quite the night. She's probably the most fun out of all of us. So, are you two fine gentlemen working as a team to seduce my bestie?"

The two young friends looked at each other in confusion about how to respond.

"Isn't she fucking gorgeous? And she's so sexy. She's an instant turn-on, right?"

The two men nodded in unison.

"It's pretty smart of you to work on her together," Bri continued. "In my experience going out with her, it's hard for one guy alone to get her excited."

"Oh, actually, he..." Charlie pointed at his friend.

Jenna's eyes were wide, and she was wondering what Bri was getting her into.

"He danced with her first. And then I came over. So now I'm dancing with her," Peter roughly explained.

"You guys are crafty," Bri applauded. "So you warmed her up, and judging by where she let you put your hands, you clearly got her feeling good. And now, both of you are making a move on her together. Smart, smart boys... Listen, have fun with her and treat her well. And some advice: she loves when guys talk dirty to her," Bri winked. "Well, I know I just interrupted the three of you during a fun moment, so I am going to go back to my two eagerly awaiting gentlemen. And I'll leave you two to sandwich my beautiful and sexy friend like she deserves to be."

As Bri walked away, she turned back to sneak a wink at a stunned and silenced Jenna.

What the fuck... Jenna was left to deal with the expectations Bri had set for her. She had done this plenty of times before, as in back in college. The idea admittedly felt naughty and exciting.

It was quiet before Charlie asked, "Oh, so that's what you want?" He stepped forward.

Being a good friend, and hoping it would increase his chances of doing more with the beautiful MILF, Peter slid his hands from Jenna's breasts down to her hips. "I'm game."

I'm not going to get out of this. There were two sets of eyes on Jenna, and she felt the hard cock against her ass. She could see that Charlie was still excited. She knew what she wanted. "Bri tends to have good advice," Jenna hinted to Charlie.

The fair-haired 25-year-old stepped into Jenna. He pushed his chest against hers and bent his knees slightly so that his still-firm erection pressed into Jenna's thigh.

The stimulation was overwhelming, as it seemed she had hands, legs, and hard cock touching her warm body everywhere. She began dancing again, peeking to see if anyone was staring. Of course, she almost disappeared between the two horny men.

It was not long before they got into a nice rhythm. The breathing bodies enveloped Jenna. She was sandwiched between their two cocks. She tried to remember if it had always felt this way in years past. Soon, Charlie took it upon himself to reach up and grab Jenna's bra cups. They felt as good as advertised. Jenna breathed deeply and hugged around him to keep him against her. Peter let his hands feel up her butt cheeks whenever they swayed to the side.

"How are we doing, Jenna?"

"Not bad, guys. Not bad for your first time."

"Tell us what we can do better," Charlie poked.

"I'll have to think about that."

"Your perfect ass feels so fucking nice. It's like you're a fucking pro. It's hard for me to imagine my cock feeling any better." Peter was trying Bri's advice of talking dirty.

It worked. Because Jenna's cheeks were red and she felt fucking hot. She turned around in her tight space, her ass pleasuring Peter and then Charlie. She now grinded into Charlie was she faced Peter. "Be careful about saying that. The three of us are still getting to know each other. You have no idea how good my perfect ass can make your cock feel." Holy shit, look at you!

Jenna could almost see Peter's throat drying. She stayed in her position, reached her hands, back and gripped the belt loops of Charlie's pants, pulling him into her. She then vigorously rubbed her shapely ass deeply into Charlie's package, going down low and gyrating slowly. Once Charlie gasped, Jenna slowly worked her way back up, enjoying Peter's dazed reaction.

"Damn. If my pants were off I'm pretty sure I would've just jizzed all over your back and ass," Charlie breathed, not thinking clearly.

Ha-ha. Jenna imagined that happening. "That would have sucked," she spun back around to Charlie. "Right now you're better to me hard."

"Yeah, you like feeling our hard cocks against you?"

Jenna involuntarily bit her lower lip. She didn't recognize this side of herself after all of these years, but it felt natural. "I doubt I like that feeling as much as you like feeling up my tits, and the feeling of my hands grabbing you, and the feeling of my perfect ass massaging your thick cocks. But yeah, you're making this kind of hot."

"Maybe it'd be hotter if you used your hands more. It would be so fucking hot if you felt how hard you've made our thick cocks," Charlie smiled.

Goosebumps rose on Jenna's arms and neck. This request was for another level. She knew it was farther than she should go. Bri was doing it. Touching can't be too far. Jenna didn't fully trust her judgment, but she knew what she wanted to do. "I would, but I think I'd make you guys jizz in your pants. You're almost there already."

"We'll take that risk," Peter assured.

Jenna's pupils were dilated. She slowed her dancing and brought her hands down in front of her and wedged them between her and Charlie's stomachs. Charlie promptly shuffled back to give Jenna the space she needed to operate.

"Oh fuck," the young man felt Jenna's fingertips run up and then down his hard cock through his pants.

It was the first time Jenna had even indirectly touched a penis in nearly a year, but there was more than enough muscle memory. She enjoyed seeing the ecstasy on Charlie's face as she used her index finger to trace the outline of his head. "Circumcised. You have a thick mushroom there," she remarked, nonchalantly.

From behind, Peter tugged at the sides of Jenna's tight red V-neck to untuck it. He swiftly slid his hands underneath and onto her bare flesh. The mother jolted from his warm hands on her skin. She began dancing firmly again against Peter while she listened to Charlie.

"Thanks. How many times have you blown or jerked off a thick, mushroom head like mine? You seem to be really fucking good at handling them." He savored Jenna's light touch.

"Don't get too proud. I've jerked and blown a lot thicker and a lot bigger," Jenna grinned matter-of-factly. "And I blew 48 guys my junior year alone."

"What?!"

"What about it?" Jenna played dumb.

"That's an insane number. Like, insanely hot. But how? And you actually counted? I wish I went to school with you."

"I mean, that's really only a little over one guy a week. And when you consider I went out twice a week at least, it's actually pretty tame of me," Jenna coyly explained. "And Bri and I had a lot of fun that year." The mother's mind flashed back to that year. It was a wild one. Her left hand fondly reached down and briefly held a spot on her waistline. That was a fun year.

"So, touching and seeing cocks must be no big deal to you."

"Hmm?" Jenna came back to reality. "Oh, no."

Suddenly, Jenna was watching Charlie adjust his pants and belt. Within seconds, two inches-worth of fleshy dick rose out from under his waistline. It was dark in the club, but his head and the top of his shaft were clearly visible. Jenna would have frozen if Peter had not been tightly holding her sides while he danced.

"What do you think?" Charlie asked, not sure about his bold gesture.

The firm hands under Jenna's tank top slid up closer to her bra. Jenna tried to wrap her mind around what just happened. But she was more concerned about being seen. "Let's go over there." Jenna gestured to a dark area next to the wall that separated the dancefloor and the elevated bar area. It was right in front of where Bri was smartly operating.

The three horny dancers quickly relocated. Jenna could see Peter and Charlie mouth things to each other as they walked. The moment they were back in the swing of things, Jenna promptly reached down and gently flicked the bare cockhead. "Did you seriously just whip your dick out in public to show me?"

"Yesss." Charlie was enthralled by her hand on his erection.

Jenna spun around and thrust her ass into Charlie's semi-exposed cock. She could feel his head in higher definition, and she heard is heavier breathing. Peter and Charlie had been learning from each other. Because the sweaty Charlie immediately slid his hands under Jenna's shirt, but he did not show Peter's restraint. He grabbed her chest, his hands on the top of her breasts where her bra did not cover.

Well then...

The taller Peter had three inches of bare cock rising out from his jeans before Jenna could even get her hands down there. "You were that excited, you couldn't even wait?"

"I couldn't, ha-ha."

Part of Jenna's brain was swimming in a fog, and a smaller part felt tethered to sanity. But even that part of her brain wanted her to enjoy herself. She was surrounded by two young guys with their hard cocks out, and she had a desire to please herself and them. If you're going to do it, just do it.

The bombshell 42-year-old tucked her experienced hand inside Peter's khakis and lightly grasped and rubbed his solid shaft.

"Fuck that's hot. You're so fucking hot. This feels amazing. Don't stop."

Jenna smoothly masturbated him. "Still think I can't make your cock feel any better?" She bit her lower lip again, this time on purpose. Peter shook his head no.

"I wanna rip your bra off and feel your nice tits," Charlie grunted in her ear from behind.

"Oh yeah?" Jenna turned around and stuck her hand down Charlie's pants. She found herself trying to work Peter's khakis farther down his waist. "In my experience, that's usually hotter if you're watching me do that in front of you."

"Fuck. If I see your tits, I don't know if I'll wanna cum in your mouth, in your pussy, or on your tits more," Charlie blurted.

Holding a throbbing cock in her hand, and feeling a larger one grinding into her ass, Jenna imagined the scenarios Charlie laid out. Her panties felt like a steam oven. She wondered if either of the guys could feel how warm she was.

Jenna reached up behind her and pulled Peter's neck down. He began kissing her neck, just as she had hoped. A slight moan escaped her lips. "How about we find a place where you guys can show me how big your cocks are? And if I like what I see, maybe I'll show you my best assets?"

The two young men stared at each other in awe and urgency. They talked among themselves over Jenna's head. Jenna enjoyed their eagerness and desire.

"We can take you into the bathroom. Our friend Eric's taken girls into the handicapped stall before. He said it's a great place to be alone here."

She had no clue who Eric was, but Jenna was horny and the plan sounded fine to her. "Put your cocks back in," Jenna cautioned, "for the time being."

Each man had an arm around Jenna as they walked toward the men's bathroom. Peter went in to see if there were any occupants. After the all-clear, they walked onto the tiled floor and Jenna was walked back to a large stall with a blue door that hung from three inches off of the ground to the height of Peter's head.

"How classy," Jenna ribbed. The guys laughed. It being a nicer club, the stall was clean, thankfully. Jen, just look where you are right now. You can leave.

"So, do we just drop our pants and show you?" Charlie placed his hand on his belt.

Jenna stood against the opposite blue stall wall. "Well, that probably helps me see them, don't ya think?"

Peter and Charlie looked at each other in agreement and dropped their pants and boxers to the floor. While the woman took in the view, each guy subtly checked out the other's cock to see how he compared. Peter was a bit bigger.

"What do you think?"

The sight of two men, naked from the waist down, cocks hard and beating, made Jenna's mouth dry. She could not believe where she was and who she was with. This is insane. "You both are fairly healthy boys," she complimented.
Jenna was nervous, but she then reminded herself that she had the control. They think this is normal for you. This never happens to them. You've done this shit a thousand times before. You know how to do this. They're lucky to be with you.

Jenna strutted up in her heels and lightly grasped a cock in each hand. She lightly pumped each of them as the lucky men exhaled in pleasure. She then held their balls in her hands as if she was weighing them. The experienced seductress then stepped back.

"So are they 'Jenna-is-going-to-her-top-off' good?" Charlie seemed optimistic.

Instead of responding with words, Jenna rolled her eyes. She then reached under her shirt and unhooked her bra. She finagled her arms to free them from the loops. She then let her beige bra fall to the ground. She would have revealed her bra first, but it was not a sexy one.

Somehow, Jenna's breasts looked bigger under her V-neck without the bra. They did not drop much after it was off. She saw her audience examine her discarded lingerie. "They're 36C's," she read their minds. "You guys are fucking lucky I'm in a good mood like this."

"We know," Peter breathed. "We just really want to see them."

"And maybe do more to them," Charlie flirted, to Jenna's delight.

"Oh, really? Hmm..." Jenna played at being pensive, "Well, you guys showed me your most fun features and let me play with them. I guess I should show you my most fun features and let you play with them." Jenna gracefully lifted her top up and over her head. She exposed the entirety of her smooth, firm breasts. Her areolas were slightly darker and less round than they were in her twenties, but it made them look more developed and mature.

The men gawked and inhaled the view. Jenna brushed her brunette hair back into place with her hand.

It was thrilling for Jenna to have this type of experience again, and she savored the feeling of freedom. She studied the bright, ogling faces of the men as she held her red top to her side and then dropped it to the floor. Peter and Charlie could see that she had not exaggerated earlier about how nice they were. They looked amazing in front of her sturdy but tight body.

"Those are fucking glorious," Peter remarked dryly.

"Can we please fucking touch them?"

"Well, they're already out. So why not?" Jenna smirked as she delivered her tongue-in-cheek response.

Both guys stepped forward and grabbed her breasts. The feeling of their hands massaging and fondling her hard nipples and soft tissue was euphoric. Jenna soon reached down and took their cocks in each of her hands again. She stroked them more firmly this time, giving them a handjob.

Peter took it upon himself to lean down and suck her right tit. Jenna moaned, so Charlie quickly followed with her left.

"Fuck, you guys are taking full advantage. I guess I don't need to ask how much you like them."

"I wanna cum all over your fucking tits. I wanna fucking coat them," Charlie grunted.

"Really? You guys wanna cum all over my fucking tits?" Are you seriously gonna let them do this? For some reason, Jenna's mind snapped to the porn video from her son's website that she had watched right before going out tonight. She wondered if her son had it on there because he was into MFM just like the two guys in front of her were. The mother then brushed away the distracting thoughts and got back to her situation at hand.

"Fuck yes, we wanna do that. We wanna cum on you so bad."

"I think we can arrange that, then." Jenna pushed the two men away from her and walked over to the toilet and sat on the seat cover. The two men stared at her curiously and awaited further instructions. "Well, I'm not going to suck your dicks while kneeling on cold bathroom tile," Jenna explained.

The two men's eyes went wider. They glanced at each other before walking in front of Jenna. Before Charlie knew it, Jenna was licking the length of his cock. She had clearly done this many times before. Jenna then pulled her other full fist toward her mouth so she could lick Peter's balls and shaft.

"I wanna feel my cock in your mouth so fucking bad." Charlie was chomping at the bit.

Jenna rolled her eyes in exacerbation and moved her mouth back to his dick. "Of course you do." This time, she inserted as much of it as she could fit into her mouth and throat.

"Oh fuck, that's hot." He was on the verge of cumming already.

Of course, Jenna had to do the same for Peter. It was not long before Jenna was ferociously and loudly blowing both men. One cock was being sucked and the other was being pumped at all times. The men showered her with praise and massaged her breasts and other areas of her skin. None of them had any clue or even cared if someone had walked into the bathroom yet.

"Fuck. I wanna fuck you so bad. I wanna bury my cock so fucking deep in your pussy," Peter cried out.

Jenna did not plan on going this far. But when Peter said that, she knew it was pointless for her to pretend she didn't want it. I'm gonna actually do this. Fuck, yes.

Jenna stood up and kissed Peter hotly. The video she had watched earlier was again prominent in her mind. "If you think you can bury your cock and fuck me as hard as you say, then take my fucking pants off."

While Peter tugged and yanked at Jenna's heels and jeans, the mother looked at Charlie to provide him with his role. "You, I'm just going to be blowing your thick fucking cock the whole time. Just hold me in place and hold my hair back. Can you do that?"

Charlie nodded profusely. Jenna leaned in and kissed him followed by a wink.

The moment Peter had Jenna completely naked, Jenna rushed to the toilet and bent over it. She held herself up by placing her hands on the seat cover. Charlie intuitively hopped up on the tank and sat down, his cock right in front of Jenna's lips. Peter wasted no time rubbing his fingers along Jenna's soaked mound before inserting all eight inches of his sex organ.

"Ahhhh. Ahhhh. Ahhh. Ohhhh!!!!" Jenna moaned and her eyes watered slightly. She wanted to savor the feeling, but she also was horny for more. Jenna felt Charlie's hands cradle her head and pull her hair up and away from her face.

Soon, Jenna was moaning in ecstasy. Her moans were muffled by Charlie's smooth cock thrusting in and out of her mouth. This was far from Jenna's first MFM. She had even been with four guys at once. But all of those times, she was on her back or they were running a train. This felt dirtier and naughtier than she remembered.

The sensation of Peter's cock sliding in and out of her pussy was something she did not want to end. But looking up at Charlie's wincing face, Jenna knew this would soon end for all three of them. Jenna promptly clenched her vaginal muscles so that her G-spot rub against Peter's rigid shaft with greater friction.

Jenna had learned to make herself cum after fucking enough mediocre partners in school. Peter was not bad at all, but Jenna wanted relief sooner rather than later. So moments later, a tremble shot through Jenna's body and she cried out and clenched her eyes shut. Wave after wave of pleasure passed over her. Juice leaked out onto Peter's cock.

It was a whirlwind for the sex-starved mom to finally cum from a man. Or in this case, two. Her actions had another consequence though, as Peter announced he was cumming. Her immediate instinct was to tell him to pull out, but Jenna wanted to feel cum being shot deep inside of her. "Cum in my fucking pussy! Come on. Yessss!"

Peter bit down and grabbed the gorgeous woman's firm ass as he fired his load into her hot mound. When Peter was finally tapped out, Jenna let him slip out. "Sit in front of me," a panting Jenna ordered Charlie.

Jenna was once again seated on the toilet cover, her body still fizzing and brain still hazy. Charlie stood before Jenna with her undivided attention. "Charlie, tell me when you're gonna cum."

The oral was intense. Jenna deepthroated his mushroom head and squeezed his balls. Charlie massaged and pinched Jenna's enlarged breasts. Half a minute later, Charlie announced he was about to blow. Jenna knew she had already been reckless letting a guy cum in her without a condom, so she had just enough sense to pull her head away. "Do you wanna coat my fucking tits?"

Charlie couldn't speak. "Ahhh-ahhh!"

Jenna rapidly pumped Charlie's cock as he fired hot semen onto Jenna's breasts. She was too horny to think clearly, so she licked and sucked his final drops until he went limp.

When all was said and done, the three clubgoers found themselves exhausted on the bathroom floor, catching their breaths. Jenna let Charlie enjoy the sight of his melting mess before she wiped it up with toilet paper and flushed it.

"Well that was fun," Peter beamed.

"I can't believe I let you guys do that," shook Jenna with a dazed grin. She used toilet paper to soak up the cum leaking from her vagina. She then laid down on her back with her head on Charlie's thighs and her feet in Peter's lap.

Charlie agreed. "That was the best sex of my life. And I didn't even fuck you."

"I'm not surprised to hear that," Jenna laughed. "And you guys are clean right?"

"Oh god yeah." "Yes, I swear."

"Ok, good."

"We could take you home sometime?"

Jenna shook her head. "Hell no. This was a one-shot deal. You guys are like my son's age." Quickly realizing that was a weird comment, Jenna added, "Well, a bit older obviously." Despite everything that had happened tonight, her 24-7 role as a mom caused her to think about what she had discovered earlier about Wes and her concern for him.

"What's this?" Peter asked, rubbing Jenna's left hip. Jenna looked down at her tattoo of four red hearts in a row. "Oh, that's a good story."

***** Ch. 10

Back at home, Wes was apprehensively managing his business. He had to onboard a new actress, provide her with a data-backed screen persona, and he had to make updates on some of the actress's personal pages.

This was normal work, but it was difficult to do while thinking about the painfully awkward interaction he had with his mom earlier. He imagined she was currently drinking heavily at the nightclub with her friends to try to forget the night. Wes planned on doing the same, but first, he had to finish using his brain for work.

"She'll get over it. She has to get over it."

Wes figured he could calm himself by going back to his tried-and-true relaxation technique. As it turns out, the discovery of his porn startup was not the worst secret Wes held in regards to pornographic videos. In fact, when Wes saw the look on his mom's face when she stormed in earlier, he had feared something worse.

See, right after his parents' separation, Wes naturally missed his father. He was feeling nostalgic one day and wanted to see the hole that was left in the house after he had moved out. The entire side of his parents' closet was empty. There were a couple of stray hangers and old ties on the carpet. The drawers were left open and bare. Items and photos that had been on the dressers for years had disappeared.

There was one drawer in a nightstand that Wes knew well. And that drawer was closed. It inspired hope in Wes that his dad's collection of Maxim magazines were still there. His sneaking of those magazines from his dad's drawer had been his introduction to the adult world of sexuality.

But when Wes opened the drawer, the Maxims were gone. There were just mail-in leaflets and plastic packaging, as well as a clear DVD case resting at the bottom. Inside the case was a silver disc labeled in black sharpie as "Collegiate Sluts Productions. Girl #23: Hot Brunette/Big Tits + Makeout."

What Wes saw on that video permanently changed the way he looked at his mom. If it had not been for Bella and the opportunity she had presented him, he would probably still be wrapping his mom's used underwear around his cock every time he jerked off.

Instead, Wes now had the burned video on his laptop. He could watch the sexiest thing he had ever seen whenever he wanted. Despite his best efforts and on-again, off-again relationship with it, Wes found himself relying on the video to make him cum tonight.

You need it, dude. He hoped that his mom knew how sexy she was and that the way she smiled in the video was the way she deserved to smile every day.

***** Ch. 11

Back in the nightclub, Jenna was smiling.

"Well, there you are!" Layla threw her arms back. She was obviously more intoxicated than her friends.

"How was it?" Bri asked, slyly.

"What do you mean?" Jenna was breathing quickly. She checked her phone and it was 12:17.

"Ok, you can play dumb for now. We'll talk about it in a bit. You can go last since we all know you won. Layla, you go first."

Layla raised her hand. She was drunk. "So, I hope I passed my initiation thing into the group, or whatever it is. I made out with some hot guy while I sat on his lap. His dick was so hard and it was literally right on my pussy when I was sitting on his lap."

Bri and Jenna laughed at how Layla had a mild slur to her words.

"That's pretty good! But it kind of seems like you were just hooking up with a cute guy you saw," Bri teased.

Layla's face soured. This competition was a stupid way to get everyone out of their shell, but in Layla's drunken mind, this was part of her becoming part of the team that Bri and Jenna had in college, and she failed.

"You did a good job, though. You're gonna make a good partner-in-crime," Jenna raised her glass of water, making Layla smile again. "Bri, what did you get into?"

"Well, Jenna," Bri toyed, "I was dancing with a couple of guys and we all felt each other up. I was doing that until I got sidetracked by enjoying watching you take what I did to a whole other level. Wanna share with the rest of the class? Please tell us what exactly happened in that bathroom."

Jenna could not hold back as she recounted the story of her night. Not even Bri could believe what Jenna did in the bathroom with those random guys. Bri suddenly grabbed Jenna's hand and tugged.

She marched her right over to the table of young male friends. Peter and Charlie were sitting there.

"Excuse me," Bri announced. Jenna did not know Bri was going to do this, and she tried to walk away, but Bri stopped her. "Excuse me, boys. You two," Bri pointed at Peter and Charlie. "Did you gentlemen actually fuck her - my gorgeous best friend - in the bathroom like a fucking slut?"

If Bri had not been smiling with pride, the boys would have thought she was mad. The other four friends at the table looked at them in awe. It seemed the "bullshit" story they told when they came back from the bathroom was actually true.

Peter and Charlie did not want to upset Jenna. "Uh, we don't think we should - "

"You can tell her. She won't leave us alone until you do," Jenna surrendered, secretly wanting to brag to Bri.

"Oh, then yes we did do that. And it was amazing!" Charlie grinned.

The look on Bri's face was priceless to Jenna. She loved Bri, but she also loved how she proved Bri, as well as her own internal doubts, wrong. There was a cockiness in her tone. "Yeah, that's right. And tell her where I let you guys finish."

"I finished in her tits." "And I came in her uh- vagina." The young men tried not to gloat too much. Their friends were blown away. As was Bri.

"Oh. My. God. You are the fucking queen," Bri high-fived her friend. She looked back at the boys. "So you got to see these? How were they?" She pointed at Jenna's chest.

The boys nodded. "They were fucking glorious. We actually got to suck them for a while, too."

"Woah, woah, wait!" Bri was excited for her friend. "She let you two suck these?" Bri grabbed Jenna's breasts from behind.

"Okay, okay..." Jenna laughed. "Would you stop?" She then finally managed to pull her enthusiastic friend away.

"Look who's back and better than ever! We're going to set up a new game."

"This is why I stopped hanging out with you I think. You might be insane."

***** Ch. 12

Out of the bright lights, music, and high energy of the nightclub, Jenna began to think about what she had done with a clearer mind. She wondered how much of it was the alcohol and how much of it was her. She wished she had a breathometer, but part of her knew she was well below the legal limit.

The Lyft ride was relaxing for the friends. They were off of their heels, and their ears were slowly adjusting to the quiet.

On the long bench seat in the back of an SUV, Layla remarked, "What a fucking night." The three women laughed.

"So, when are we going to talk about the fact that Jen used one of her son's pornos- "

"Hey!" Jenna cautioned, pointing to the Lyft driver. The driver was an older non-native speaker.

Bri shamelessly asked to the front, "Hey, you don't mind if we talk about sex stuff, right?"

"No," the man shook his head. He was interested in what the three attractive women had to say, and pretended not to be listening.

"So anyway," Bri continued, "when are we going to talk about the fact that Jen used one of her son's pornos as inspiration to try a new position when fucking two guys half her age in a bathroom stall?" She made Layla laugh.

"Keep it down. And that's not where I got it from."

"Oh really? Because you never fucked in a threesome that way before. Then suddenly, you see a hot woman do it with dildos in the shower on your son's site, and then hours later you try it with two random guys? Admit it: It made you fucking horny. And I think it made you horny all night."

"Even if it did, who cares?" Jenna didn't see Bri's point.

"Well, it's just interesting that you were so upset with your son posting these videos online, and then here you go acting them out in real life because they made you so horny. 20 years of being a prude erased in one night," Bri pondered. "You say it's dangerous for him, but he clearly fucking knows how to make great content."

"No." Jenna tried to brush off Bri's logical comments. "It's because I'm single again and you created a competition. You of all people know I play to win."

"I've tried to make competitions plenty of times since you've been free of Brad, and it never worked then," Bri chimed, annoyingly. "But tonight, out of nowhere - "

"Enough, please."

***** Ch. 13

The following morning, Wes and Jenna sat down on the back porch for breakfast in the open air. It was not common for Jenna to eat breakfast there, but she hoped the feeling of openness would make things less uncomfortable.

Wes had a full plate. Jenna, though, was just picking at fruit because she had Sunday brunch later with Bri and Layla. The mom and son allowed their chewing mouths to be an excuse for their lack of conversation.

"Did you have fun last night?" Wes finally spoke his first sentence since last evening.

What? For a moment, Jenna thought Wes somehow knew what she had done. He's just asking a general question, Jen. Calm the fuck down. "Um, yeah. Yeah, it was fine. Kind of the same old routine. Good drinks and whatnot."

"Oh good," Wes nodded. It was horrific small talk. He was unsure of how his mom was going to handle his new career. And clearly, she had been thinking about the same.

"So," Jenna picked at her fingers, "I want you to know that I have thought a lot about your new 'side venture'. And I want you to know that it's not that I don't trust you, or that I think that you're doing something shameful. I realized I am just - I am mainly concerned that something bad will happen to you. Not because you can't handle yourself, but because there are a lot of unsavory people who work in that industry."

This wasn't going as poorly as Wes had imagined. "Ok. I mean, this job is just me behind a computer though. Nobody can hurt me. I'm really on top of my books so nobody can rip me off in any way. You don't need to worry, Mom."
"I always worry about you. It's my job." Jenna then prepared herself mentally to begin the next part of her speech. "And when I mean 'something bad', I don't just mean evil people. You do business in that industry in your own way. That's how you've been successful. But there are even good people in that industry that think they have to do things to get ahead because they just assume that is how the industry works across the board. So, you end up with good people unknowingly doing bad things to you, even though they think they are good."

"Wait, what?" Wes stared at his mom in utter confusion.

Jenna's messaging had sounded much more creative and effective in her head earlier this morning. "What I mean is," she swallowed, "women who think that everything in your industry revolves around sexual quid pro quo might try to offer you sexual favors in exchange for better treatment." Jenna watched Wes's posture change. "And they think what they are doing is harmless and fun because they've done it with other people. But they don't recognize that you're young and still learning. And getting you used to that type of scenario could be really unhealthy for you."

Wes shook his uncombed hair. "No. I promise I've never made any woman do anything like that. I swear. Doing that- "

"I know." Jenna knew it was just her paranoia, but this was the second time that she felt like his eyes were running over her body (they were). It reminded her of how she was stared at last night. She ignored it. "I know you wouldn't make them do it. You're a better man than that," the mother assured. "I'm referring to you allowing women to do sexual favors for you because they hope you will do favors for them. That can be dangerous and unhealthy as well - you getting used to women having sex with you for monetary reasons."

Having gone through months of that with Bella, Wes was already aware of the potential drawbacks. That was why he made sure to have most of his sex outside of his work-related activities. And when someone, such as the current camgirl on his testing channel, offered him sex, he made sure it was a rarity. "Ok. You don't need to worry about that."

"Good. So you can look me in the eye and tell me you've never done anything with your coworkers?"

Wes's eyes darted down and away. She'll never let it go. He hesitated, "I can tell you that I haven't."

It was clearly a lie. It was the most worrying answer Wes could have given. For Jenna, the thought of Wes being manipulated by these professional seducers of men was frightening. He was clearly unable to see the dangerous path he was taking.

Jenna thought of how to handle it. Don't call him out for lying yet. He'll close up. "Ok. Well, I want you to know that I understand why you hid this from me. But, I have thought a lot about it since we talked yesterday. This is a legitimate business in the real world, so you shouldn't feel the need to hide anything from me. I know you think that because it involves sexual matters that it would be uncomfortable to tell me things. But I'm an adult. And I'm your mom. Any difficulties you're facing, any advice you need, or any questions you have of any kind, you should never think I can't handle it or that I'd be mad. Even if it's asking me if a woman is trying to take sexual advantage of you, you can tell me about it."

Thank god. He wasn't in trouble. Wes thanked his mom, pushed off from the table, and left without asking for any advice.

He'll need some time before opening up. Jenna honestly was not ready for him to come to her with questions. After what Bri had said to her on the ride back last night, she was no longer certain what her attitude toward him producing porn should be. She just knew that her son was safer staying away from the type of woman that wanted money for sex. He NEEDS a normal job.

***** Ch. 14

After breakfast, Wes went to his room to check on his platforms. Downstairs, his mom continued to think about the things he could still be hiding from her.

How long will it be until this blows up on him? Jenna knew it was only a matter of time before a woman found a way to blackmail her son into paying her more. Or his identity would be linked to the websites and he would be known permanently as a porn producer.

She knew she had been wrong, and laughably hypocritical, to slut-shame the young actresses earlier. She understood them, but she doubted Wes could tell the difference between a woman that having sex for pure fun and a woman who was using it for financial purposes.

Those concerns of Wes being taken advantage of lingered in Jenna's mind all morning. She had brunch with Bri and Layla in two hours, and she was hoping she could somehow set those thoughts aside and enjoy her day.

Oh, fuck! Suddenly, the thought of blackmail reminded Jenna of something. It was something that had briefly crossed her mind when she was flirting with the large group of men the night before. When Jenna had mentioned her "Gone Wild" DVD, she said she had a copy. That wasn't true, though. Brad had it.

Jenna didn't think that Brad would use the DVD as revenge porn. He was inconsiderate, not evil. But, then again, she also didn't think that Brad would ever leave her. If I call him again he's going to think I miss him.

She called anyway. "Hey, Brad, I'm not trying to make a habit of calling you, but it happens that something important came up a second day in a row."

"Is this about the debt? Did the bank find the issue?" Brad asked.

"No, it was paid off by someone else. What I- "

"Who?"

Jenna didn't like him being nosy in her finances. But she also could hear his jealous tone. "No one, just a guy I know. It doesn't matter. What I wanted to ask was, have you seen my DVD? You know, the one I gave you for Christmas. The one of me from college..."

"Why? Do you want to show it to someone?"

It was rich that he was concerned about her doing something with another person. "Do you have it? Because I think we can both agree that it's something I should have now."

"I don't have it, Jen. Honestly. I left it at the house where I always kept it. I didn't want you or your lawyer suggesting I kept it to blackmail you," the ex nervously laughed.

Jenna chuckled in response, "No, I know you wouldn't do that. So, where did you leave it?"

"Where I kept my magazines."

Jenna walked into her bedroom and opened the nightstand drawer. The Maxims that her ex had collected (much to Jenna's annoyance) were gone. Resting on the bottom of the drawer was a clear DVD case with a silver DVD inside of it. "Oh, yes, Collegiate Sluts Productions." Having never found a trace of that company online, Jenna had concluded that it never got funding for production, or it was a made-up company by three horny guys meant to get women naked. Either way, she had the disc.

It had been a long time since Jenna had seen the video. She had watched it with Brad back in college. And she watched it once more when she gave it to him for Christmas nearly a decade ago.

It was not something she really thought about. It was just one of many promiscuous and wild things she had done in school. Last night marked the first time she had even told the story since college. Reflecting upon her narration of events last night, Jenna wondered if she had built it up in her mind. After all, she had last seen it 10 years ago.

Wes was in his room playing music, and Jenna knew she could have privacy in her basement.

Inserting the disc into the DVD player that she used for her cycling workouts, the mother was ready to see if her glory days were how she remembered them.

And sure enough, they were.

The DVD opened with a scene of a wild party. Soon, the camera found Jenna. And she did everything she had described at the nightclub. The only detail she undersold was how much she was grinning and laughing. Watching her smile in the recording brought that same smile to Jenna's face in her basement.

In the video, her butt filled out her mom jeans much better than she thought it did. Her hair was in a ponytail, and she was in her white crop top.

Another small detail that she missed was that when the cameraman asked to feel her breasts, Jenna teased, "Wow, someone's a little horny," and she winked at the camera. She also stepped toward the camera so both men could touch her more easily. Young Jenna then looked around to soak in the large crowd that was watching and enjoying the moment with her.

Jenna then watched the younger version of herself get back into her tight crop top and blow a kiss to the camera.

The mother studied herself flirt in her provocative late-90s attire. She darkly joked that wearing an outfit like that around the house when Wes was home would let her know quickly if he had actually been admiring her in an un-son-like way.

Jenna's face turned to stone. No... no, no no.

There's no way. He would've guessed they were all gone. Jenna paced around her small concrete basement before sitting on her bike and starting to pedal.

See, back when Wes had hit puberty, Jenna wasn't exactly oblivious to male needs. She knew what boys did once they hit that phase. On numerous occasions, she would walk into his room and find lotion, and tissue, and sometimes Brad's Maxims that Wes had snuck from his room. She never said anything to Brad, deciding that it was a father-son conversation. Now Jenna wished she had told Brad, especially because he kept the damn DVD in the same drawer.

Calm down. Brad probably kept it way at the bottom. And porn is fucking free on the Internet. He's not 13. He wasn't sneaking around for Maxims in the last year. The odds seemed slim to Jenna, but there was a horrible possibility that Wes had seen this video. Fucking Brad!

Jenna imagined a curious Wes sifting through his dad's stache of porn mags and then him finding a single DVD in the thick stack of papers.

Ok, calm down. Don't let your mind run wild. Don't freak out, just figure out if it's true. It was merely a suspicion. You would have noticed a more obvious change in his behavior around you, right? Then again, he built a fucking porn distribution system and managed it for a year without you realizing it.

Without asking Wes, she had to know the truth. That was when Jenna remembered a more obvious method.

The Hawn parents, Brad and Jenna, were both clean people. Their house had always been regularly power washed. Their possessions were valued and treated with respect. Brad would always handle a disc by the edge with the tips of his fingers. However, the Hawn child, Wes, was another story. It took him years to begin using coasters. Jenna had never seen her son handle a DVD, but she had a pretty good idea as to how he would handle one.

The mother ejected the erotic disc.

And her heart sank.

The top of the silver disc was covered in fingerprints that reflected in the light. Jenna shuddered. Her son had watched the video, and not just once.

***** Ch. 15

Jenna was honked at twice for driving errors on her way over to the diner to meet Bri and Layla for Sunday brunch. Her mind was somewhere else.

For their second meet-up in a row, Bri and Layla could tell their friend was distraught.

"What's going on? You're not regretting last night, are you?" Bri gently prodded.

"No, no. It's something else. It involves Wes again."

"Oh, are you worried about that hot girl from the video we watched sleeping with him for more money?"

Bri smacked her forehead in response to Layla.

"No, Layla. But thanks for reminding me." Feeling closer to her friends after last night, Jenna knew she could tell them. "Wes has seen my DVD."

It took them a few moments. "Woah, what?! Hold on, like you mean he's just seen the DVD, or he watched the DVD?"

Jenna sighed. "He watched it. A few times at least."

After Jenna explained the fingerprints, Layla asked, "Why do you think he watched it? Do you think he knows it's you?"

The mother's eyelids clenched. "Yes, Layla, he knows it's me. It's obvious. And he watched it for the obvious reasons."

"That's hilarious," Bri chuckled.

"What?! How?" Jenna strangled her silverware.

"C'mon. That's funny that he found it. It's funny he likes it."

"Okay, neither of you have a son. You don't realize how serious this is."

"Honestly, what do you think is so bad about this?" Bri sipped her mimosa.

Jenna shook her head in frustration. "He's going to look at me as a sex object instead of a mother. I'm pretty sure he's already checking me out."

"Can you blame him? You're really hot. He didn't need the video to know that." Bri always had interesting ways of complimenting Jenna.

"Bri, the entire dynamic of our relationship and how he sees me are going to change forever. Do you not realize the problem?"

"Well, I mean, you said he's already seen it a bunch of times. Do you notice him treating you differently or with less respect?"

"No." (In fact, he had been treating her better.)

"So, that means he still clearly sees you as a mom."

"Yeah, but he's checking me out and it's uncomfortable."

"Seriously?" Bri coughed on her drink. She whispered across the table, "You just let two random dudes his age turn you into a slut sandwich and jizz inside you. And then you fucking bragged about it with them to their friends. But your son sneaking peeks after getting turned on by a hot video of you is your cause for concern?" Layla laughed loudly.

Jenna's cheeks were red, and she did not enjoy the two-on-one debate. Bri had a point, though. Jenna had been dealing with horny guys and uncomfortable advances her whole life. Her son's attraction was weird by normal standards, but it made perfect sense after him unsuspectingly seeing that video of her. "Maybe I'm overreacting."

"Think about it," Bri pondered out loud, "you were just worried about how he had been hiding secret porn videos from you and lying about it even after you found out. And now it's almost the reverse. So, now, why don't you just handle things with him in the same way that you want him to handle things with you."

"Dammit, you're annoying," Jenna frustratingly grinned.

"It's my job," Bri winked.

"So, Bri, while you're in the mood to give advice, why don't you tell me how I bring up to him that I don't want him selling porn anymore because I'm scared he'll get blackmailed and ruin his life."

"That I don't know." Bri then quipped, "I'm usually the eye candy who is offering handsome college students high-paying jobs - I'm never the one who is trying to take them away."

At home, Wes was busy, but not with work. Wes was busy exploring his mom's hamper. After the interaction he had with her in the morning, he was feeling closer to her. So, he was resorting to a habit that was becoming more common. When he had been in classes during the week, he missed not having access to the hamper.

It didn't take him long to find a pair of dark blue underwear that was nestled inside a pair of jeans. The aroused son reached in and removed the odorous panties. There was something about these that was different, though. In the center of the soft cotton, there was a hard off-white stain. There was another type of staining that encompassed a larger area.

One definitely smelled like pussy juice. The other certainly looked and smelled a lot like semen. Wes's first thought, of course, was who fucked his mom last night when she went out with friends. His next thought was surprisingly arousing. She didn't make the guy wear a condom.

Wes sent a photo to his business partner, Bella. "Is this semen in the middle there?"

"Well hello to you too lol. And yeah! Looks like some lucky girl got it good on a one night stand ;)"

"How do you know this isn't from just a date lol?"

"I wouldn't wear those if I thought there was a chance I was getting laid."

Panty-raiding was relatively new to Wes, but just from walking into the laundry room through the years, he knew his mom had sexy thongs. Bella was right. Wes then noticed the boring beige bra lying atop the hamper. Holy shit, she fucked some random guy last night! The son was mind-blown and excited. Did she start doing this after dad left? Was she doing this shit the whole time she was with him? No, this was definitely a rare thing, because she would've expected the sex.

Wes didn't want some other guy's cum on him. So he removed his shirt, lay on his toned back, and stroked his cock the mere sight of the panties - the panties that proved it was possible his mom could be the type of hot slut who would someday, somehow, end up having sex with him. Dude, I don't know whether you're insanely lucky or insanely unlucky that she's your mom.

***** Ch. 16

A week later, pacing in her room, Jenna played out the upcoming conversation in her head. She imagined her statements and her responses to the many different reactions her son could have. The weekdays, where Wes was back in class, had given Jenna plenty of time to think. But she had procrastinated the entire weekend so far.

Obviously, Jenna had to have a talk with her son. Sho no longer felt guilty over Wes finding the video. It wasn't her fault. And the video was the truth. It was a truth that made her happy, and she should not have to apologize for it or be embarrassed by it. What was delaying the talk was that, as Bri had wisely pointed out, since Jenna encouraged Wes to be open and ask any questions concerning his uncomfortable videos, then she should be open and honest about him finding hers.

Fuck. I'm actually going to do this. Jenna walked to her son's door and knocked.

"Yes?"

"It's me. Can I come in for a minute?"

Wes opened his door and sat back down on his bed. His bedroom had that young man smell - some sweaty things that should have been washed, mixed with some body spray. "What's up?"

Jenna felt odd standing there in her son's room and looking down at him. It reminded her of when she was about to yell at him. She also felt him taking in her appearance. Jenna sat down on the edge of the bed next to Wes.

"Well..." she began, "I think it's best I just come right out and say it. I know you've been watching that video of me."

No... Wes's face shot bright red. "What do you mean?"

"The video of me from when I was in college that's in the nightstand in my room. I know you've been watching it." Jenna knew she could not leave that simple truth up for discussion.

Still, Wes tried his best. "Wait... What?! I have no idea what you're talking about."

Jenna looked her son straight in his blue eyes with an 'oh-come-on' stare. "I saw your fingerprints on them."

Shit. Wes was beaten. He had nothing to say in his defense, so he just stared back at his mom, waiting on her reaction.

"I'm not mad that you watched it. I get it," Jenna began her speech from memory. "I'm mad that you lied about it. And I'm disappointed that you've been lying to me all summer, and all year."

Wes nodded. Thank god. His shoulders relaxed after learning he was not in deep trouble.

Looking at her son's still-nervous face, a new sense of guilt washed over Jenna. She was being a hypocrite. She was about to begin a long lecture about honesty and openness while she herself was still planning on withholding some information. You have to tell him.

"Listen," Jenna deviated from her speech, "I ended up telling Layla and Bri some of what you've been up to." The mother sighed, "And they got a premium account on your website."
The son's eyebrows raised. This was surprising to him. "Oh."

"I had been watching it a little to see what you've been up to all this time." Jenna saw her son cringe. "As I said earlier, the stuff you make isn't bad or worrying to me. It's the danger you're in. I know you don't want me to talk to you about this. But imagine all of the people who can find out that you are the head of a porn site. If someone shares your identity or calls you out online, think about how other people would treat you forever. Wes, take a lesson from you finding this tape of me - When you make adult videos, you never know who is going to find out. And it can come back to bite you." Jenna hoped a personal story would help the message resonate.

"I know you're right about that," Wes admitted. "I just- I don't do anything that bad. I'm really careful. I did stuff with one of the women regularly a long time ago. And that was it. New recruits try to have sex with me all the time because they think they can get a leg up. I almost never do anything with them. And I have set rates anyway, so them trying that with me cannot possibly help them."

That was not the answer Jenna wanted to hear. Not even close. At least he's finally talking. "Which one was it? Which girl did you do things with a lot?"

"Why do you care? Are you going to talk to them?!" Wes panicked.

"No, no, relax. I wouldn't do that." Jenna explained, "I've explored your site, and I've seen the girls on there. It just helps me understand it in better context."

Wes breathed. "It's this girl, Bella. On the site, though, she goes by Melanie Jones. She actually goes to school with me. That's how I got started."

"Ohhh." Things started to make sense for Jenna. "And Melanie? Really?"

"Why? Do you think she's out of my league or something," Wes questioned, semi-jokingly.

"No, not at all. I'm your mom - I think every girl is in your league," Jenna tried to joke back and soften the tension. "No, it's just that, you don't seem like her, um, preferred clientele."

"What do you mean by that?" Wes knew exactly what she meant.

How do I say this? "She seems to be really into black guys, and only black guys."

"How do you know that?"

"I read it on her profile page," Jenna answered.

"That's not on her profile page... The only time she starts bringing up black guys is in her videos." Wes was slowly confirming a crazy hunch he had.

Jenna's mouth moved but the words had trouble escaping. "Oh. Well, as I said, I watched a couple of videos to know what you've been up to. So that must have been one I watched."

Wes was stunned. "You just said you know she's only into black guys. That means you had to have watched a bunch of her videos." He watched his mom's face freeze. "You're lying to me. That's unbelievable!" The son stood up in a huff.

"Wes, wait. Wait, please." Dammit.

"You came in here with this bullcrap about honesty, and you were just trying to manipulate me the whole time!"

"No, I swear," Jenna pleaded, "I didn't plan on it. I came in here wanting to be honest. I just panicked because I didn't expect to talk about this. Please, let's talk. We need to, Wes."

"You're just going to keep lying to me."

"I swear I won't." Jenna raised her right hand. "Wes," she spoke slowly, "I swear I'll be honest with you. Okay? Can we promise each other to not lie or hide things? We'll get through this a lot easier. If you think I'm lying at any point, you can stop talking to me about this forever."

After a few more deep breaths, the son sat down. He understood how uncomfortable this was for his mom because he knew how awkward this was for him. "Okay. Fine. Tell me how you know about Bella. Or I guess 'Melanie'."

Jenna touched her face. Do the right thing. "I've been watching her videos, along with some other women on your site."

"Why?"

"For the same reason you watched that video of me a bunch of times. It's porn that I like," Jenna said candidly.

Woah. "What did you like about it? And who are the other girls you watched?"

"Okay, hold on. This is going to be a two-way street," Jenna informed. "So, what is your plan with all of this? Where do you see this side venture going?"

"I mean," Wes proclaimed, "I can keep doing this as a full-time job for a long time. I make better money with this than I would with anything else."

Hell no. "Ok. That- uh- that's not going to happen."

"Why not?"

"You can't be a porn distributor. You have a great brain. Porn can't be your contribution to society."

"People like it. You like it."

"Let's not go that far. I watched some of it. And people like drugs too, but that doesn't make 'drug dealer' a worthy and safe profession. And wait, hold up... Does this mean you haven't even started applying for any actual jobs yet?"

"Nope. I haven't had to." Wes knew what his mom's reaction would be.

"Honey, they go fast! The best offers are happening now! Entry-level people are the ones that get hired later in senior year. Do you wanna make half of what you're worth?!"

"Okay fine, Mom. I'll look into applying for jobs. Can we move on now?" Wes was annoyed that his current job didn't count as real work.

"Okay." Jenna knew she hadn't gotten through yet. But something else had been bugging her. "Can I ask you another question? It's kind of an uncomfortable one: Why did you watch that video of me a lot? What do you see in it that you like enough where it helps you overcome the fact that it's your mom?"

Wes held his eyes down. He didn't want to be honest, but he recognized this could be his only chance ever to tell his mom how he felt without serious repercussions. Then again, this could also nuke their relationship. Dude, you gotta say it now.

The son's heart was in his throat. "I watch it a lot because I think it's the hottest video I've ever seen. You were just perfect in it. I mean, you're perfect now, but back then you were too. I just like everything about you in it. And I think I like it more knowing that it's you." He swallowed, "You being my mom, I think, just makes you more attractive in it."

Wowww... Like a deer in the headlights, Jenna stared at her son. She had expected him to say it was hot. She did not expect the rest. She didn't know how to handle this. "What exactly do you like about me in it? I want to understand where this is coming from. And why does me being your mom make me more attractive in it?"

Wes was in the mood to come clean, if anything, for his own mental health. "Everything is perfect in the video. Your looks - the way your hair looks, your skin, your arms being exposed like that, obviously your chest both in and out of the white top, the way your legs and butt look in your jeans. And you just look so happy and you're smiling. I like your whole personality too. I like how much you like being sexy in front of everyone and how you're turning every guy on. I even like how you let the camera people feel you up because you thought it was hot. I think I just like that you have these really good qualities as a mom, and then I can also think of you as being that sexy and have, I guess, a slutty vibe. It's hard to explain. Being a mom makes you happy and being really hot makes you really happy. So I guess I've been imagining that you could make me really happy while I make you really happy."

Uhhh. There was no possible way to respond correctly. Jenna was having trouble processing each part of that statement, let alone all of it together. Her mind was troubled, but her heart was beating faster. Wes's thoughts were so sweet yet so concerning. His compliments made Jenna feel like the most beautiful woman in the world, yet she was worried about the place they came from. She was also amazed by how beautiful Wes thought she was in just a tube top and mom jeans. Jenna found herself wondering how Wes thought she looked on an average day. "Have you been checking me out at all since you've watched this video?"

"Um, yeah. I do, I guess."

Jenna was curious. "What about me do you usually check out? I can feel you looking sometimes."

"Oh, um," Wes scratched his face, "I guess everything. Obviously chest, and butt, and legs, and face."

"Can I ask you another question?" Jenna's interest was piqued.

"Well, can I ask you one now?" Wes had his own questions.

"Yes, of course. I suppose that's fair." The mother wanted to learn more but was willing to wait her turn.

"What porn did you watch on my website?"

"Um..." the mother thought, "I watched Melanie, as I said. I watched Amy, I think it is? She was the one from last week in the bikini video. And I watched Brook's videos where she's the teacher." She responded quickly and then pushed ahead. "So, when you look at me -"

"Wait, those are the three?" Wes was not finished with his turn. "Melanie is the interracial one. Amy is just two guys on one girl. And Brook is the one that has sex with her young male 'students'. Are those things you're into in real life?"

"If you answer my question, I'll answer that. Okay?"

"Ok, I guess." Both Wes and Jenna had an increasing desire to learn more about the other's psychology.

"When you check me out, do you envision me being the version of me from the video? Or do you just see me as I am now?"

That was an interesting question. "Half and half," he figured. "Physically, I just check you out as you are now. I mean, you're probably in even better shape now. Personality-wise, I still imagine you're my mom and everything great about you now, but you have that same fun attitude you used to have in the video."

That answer made Jenna feel on top of the world. She adjusted her posture on the bed. It was hard to tell if Wes was intentionally saying the right things to try to flirt with her. He could be, but he's too nervous to be smooth. I think he's just telling the truth. You should tell him you're not that far removed from the way you were, she darkly joked. She came back to the conversation and wanted to hear more of what her son had to say.

"Sorry, Wes, what was your question again? Oh right, you asked me if I'm into those things in real life. The teacher thing? Eh, depends. The interracial and two-on-one? Yes, I am," Jenna rushed her answer. "So, what exactly was it about me letting the camera crew touch my breasts that made such an impression?"

Wes breathed air onto his face, blowing strands up his medium hair. "Hmm, I think it was just seeing how much you loved being touched and loved being sexy. You knew it was 'wrong' and it would shock them so you did it anyway. Plus, your chest also moved a lot when they touched them. And I really liked your outfit."

"Really? My cliche 90's outfit?" Jenna laughed.

"Yeah. It was simple, but it looked really good on you." Wes half-seriously, half-joked, "You should wear it on Halloween and be a 90's girl."

The mother rolled her eyes. "I am quite sure I don't even have it."

The increasingly aroused son asked his next question. "And you're into interracial and two guys on one girl... Have you done either of those recently?"

Suddenly, Jenna's mind took a step back from her conversation with her son, and she could analyze the situation.

They were seated close together on the edge of the bed. Jenna could see how his arm conveniently rested over his lap. She could see how his face was going flush. Her son was into her, and he was getting worked up. A comment from Bri resurfaced in Jenna's mind, and she was struck with an idea that hadn't occurred to her earlier.

At brunch, when Jenna had asked Bri for advice on how to get Wes to leave his porn business, Bri mentioned how she was the eye candy that convinced attractive young men to take high-paying jobs - not take their jobs away. So far in this situation, Jenna had been determined to take Wes's risky job away. But what if instead of convincing him to drop his job, I encourage him to choose a better one?

The idea was forming. But for it to work, Jenna first needed to increase her bargaining power. "Have I been with two guys at once and a black guy recently? Yes, actually," she answered honestly, looking at her son with more pride than shame.

"That's crazy. How did you even get with two guys at once? How did it happen?" Wes adjusted himself in his bed and swallowed. Fucking tell me, please.

"I probably shouldn't talk about this with you. But I'll tell you a little bit," Jenna prefaced her story. "I went out clubbing with Bri and Layla. We decided to have this competition of who could do the 'sluttiest thing'. Now, I didn't plan on having sex that night. I was just planning to maybe dance with a guy. But, you know how things go - a guy asks you to dance, you say yes, you dance with him, he leaves for a bit, his friend comes up and grabs your chest while he grinds into you, the other guy comes back. Next thing you know you're dancing with two guys and jerking them off a little bit on the dancefloor while they feel you up. And suddenly, you're in a stall in the men's bathroom blowing them before they fuck you."

Holy shit. Wes was so hard that he was in pain. He could not believe his mom just told him that story, especially in the way she told it. He didn't have enough width in his arm to cover his tent. His mom's eyes caught it moving but she swiveled them away to avoid an uncomfortable situation.

"How old were these guys? How'd they ask to dance with you at the same time?" The eager son was enthralled.

"They were around 25. And- "

"That's it?! You seriously did that with guys that age? Does age not matter to you? Like, you'll do things with guys in their 20s?" Wes felt slightly closer to his dream.

"Evidently," the mom shrugged. "And actually, those guys didn't ask. Bri basically told them to turn me into a 'slut sandwich'. And so they did." Aww man, look, you're making his forehead sweat, ha-ha.

"Did you get fully naked for them when you had sex?" Wes was subtly applying pressure on his erection with his arm.

He's fucking rubbing himself right in front of me. "Well, as you know from the video, my tits and ass are crowd-pleasers. So, yes, of course, I let them see and enjoy everything I had to offer."

Wes's entire body was red. His face was beating. He was imagining his naked mom. Dude, just make her keep talking like this. "How did they fuck you at the same time?"

"Funny story about that. It was one in my mouth and the other in my vagina while I was bent over. I had never tried that position before until I watched Amy's video where she did it that way."

"Seriously? Amy from my site?"

"Yep. I guess it inspired me last week. And after watching Melanie's videos all week this week, I guess it's no surprise that I had interracial last night when we went out."

God... "That's so cool!" Wes was having a harder time breathing.

Jenna had to brush strands of hair behind her ear again. They were sticking to the side of her face. The mother undoubtedly had her son's unwavering attention and interest. She examined his breathing body, which filled out his shirt and shorts much more than it did a year ago. It was then that Jenna's eye caught the clear outline of Wes's erection in his khaki shorts. It seemed to be more exposed by the movement in his arm.

You have him now. This is the best chance you'll have. He'll give up $100k a year for this. Look at his face. He's sweating. And he's as hard as a rock.

"Hey, Wes?"

"Yeah?"

"It's a lot of fun actually getting to talk to you like this."

"I agree completely!"

"Good! I'd like to have a better relationship with you like this. But it's honestly hard to do that when I'm worried about you. I trust you and, obviously, I have no issue whatsoever with the videos you make. But other people can do bad things in the porn industry to a small company. It's important to me that you're not around those people. So, I was hoping that you would consider leaving the porn industry so that you and I could have a better relationship like this." Jenna tried to read her son's face as she spoke.

Ooof... Wes was perplexed. Conversing this way with his mom was a dream. He had never felt so close to her in both a familial and sexual sense. But at the same time, could he throw away the $160,000 he planned to make this year in the off chance his that mom was going to be sexually interested in him? Is she just leading me on again to get me to quit?

"Hmm," the 21-year-old thought. "What does a 'better relationship' mean? And I don't think I can give up so much money."

"You don't have to give up all the money from the videos or shut down the site. Just stop making videos," Jenna pleaded. "And a better relationship could mean many things, I suppose. But it would obviously include both of us talking a lot more honestly like we are now and also being more considerate of each other's feelings."

You got this, Jen. Jenna brushed her hair back again and cleared her throat. "For example, if you show that you're considerate of my feelings by getting a couple of 'traditional' job offers before the end of next month, maybe I can show my consideration to your feelings by buying that cliche 90s costume from the video and spending Halloween with you."

Dude, take it. When will you get this again? Wes could hardly believe his ears. He envisioned his mom wearing that tight white tube top and those mom jeans all evening with him, going to parties together. He was feverish. But wait, dude, think about it... She's willing to do THIS just to get you to stop. Try for more. Really, why the hell not?

"That same outfit from the video? That would definitely be a fun Halloween. But, I can't give up the big money and all the sex benefits of my job just for one night out and getting to talk more openly with you." Wes was proud of how cool he played things.

Jenna had considered her son might say no. She knew it was possible that she'd have to sweeten the pot, but she had not discussed her counter offer. "Yes, that exact outfit. And, I can see your point about the perks of your current job." The mother was sitting on pins and needles. "How about you tell me how I can make things fairer so that my plan makes more sense?" Please don't be gross. Jenna immediately began imagining potential requests and whether she would accept them or not. It was a weird game to play in her head.

"Um," Wes was afraid to over-ask. But he also didn't want to under-ask. "Can you send me pictures of you in your outfits every day - including all of your workout ones?"

"Yes," Jenna snapped. Thank god. Of all the things he could have asked for, that was well on the safe side.

Wes immediately realized he made a mistake. You could've asked for a lot more, dumbass. She said yes so easily. The son quickly followed up as if he was still continuing the same thought. "Yeah, great. So that will take care of weekdays. I just need to think of weekends when I'm home."

Of course... Jenna figured things couldn't be that easy. "And what do you want on weekends when you're home?"

Wes went for broke. "What about head?"

"What?!" Is he out of his fucking mind?!

"Sorry! Sorry! I read the situation wrong."

"You certainly did!" Jenna was bewildered. She scoffed. "That was FAR off from what I thought you'd ask. How could you possibly think that's acceptable?"

Wes was worried he had just ruined everything. "I'm so sorry. I just figured I'd ask for more to see if maybe it'd work. What did you think I'd ask for?"
Jenna rolled her eyes and slapped her hands on her legs. "I don't know, like one of those fucking normal things you read in erotica or see in cliche porn- like cleaning your room in a maid outfit, letting you have my underwear, giving you a lapdance, spying on me getting changed - that type of kind-of-gross-but-not-too-gross shit!"

Woah, dude... The horny son imagined his mom in each of those scenarios. She didn't have the maid personality at all, and it would also make her costume on Halloween seem less special. He already had full access to her underwear. He also didn't like the idea of being a creepy spy, no matter how hot the view. Wes beamed, "I definitely want the lapdance each weekend then."

"No, those weren't offers, Wesley. Those are the things I thought you'd- " The mother saw the lights in her son's eyes and his eagerness. She took deep breaths. If you say yes, this is over now. You fucking said it. If you say no, he might back out forever. C'mon, Jen. You're worried about going too far now? You let two guys cum in you last week. There are worse ways to go too far than giving a good guy an inappropriate lapdance for two minutes.

"Okay, fine," Jenna relented. "But I'm not even ordering the Halloween costume until after you show me proof of a serious job offer."

"Yes! Really?! I'll definitely do that."

Jenna couldn't remember the last time she had seen her son so enthused. His face glowed with happiness. It actually made Jenna happy to see what she was able to do for him. "Yes, really," she shook her head and chuckled at his reaction.

It's happening, dude! Wes's arm was pressed firmly into his erect cock and less subtle in its movements. "Wait, are the lapdances going to be, like, casual ones or actual good ones? And what are you going to wear? What should I wear?"

"Wear normal clothes, because that's what I'm gonna be wearing." It was setting in for Jenna that she had just agreed to sit on her son's lap, press her body against his, and grind into him. He's rubbing his dick just from you talking to him. Jenna exhaled, "And, yes, I'm not trying to pull a trick on you; I promise they'll be good ones."

***** Ch. 17

Summer had been officially over for a week, and October came rolling in. Wes was again back on campus for five days of classes. As promised, he had stopped all recruiting of new actresses. He told current ones that he was no longer paying them to make videos, though they could make new ones for their own sites. He also posted an announcement on his site that anyone that would like to cancel their premium membership because of the production halt may do so.

Wes was sure that his mom, a frequent user, would see the announcement and know that he was following through on his pledge.

Fortunately for Wes, he was still able to profit from the premium members who would stay to keep watching the current videos. Though, that was the last thing on his mind. Just a few days... It'll be here soon. Knowing he was going to experience a new level of sexual tension and pleasure from his bombshell mother was surreal.

As his mother had hoped, her offer was a good motivator for him to apply for jobs. She just needs to see that I'm getting legit offers. I need to get an interview.

The week of waiting brought plenty of nerves for Jenna as well. Putting on a skimpy outfit she used to wear while she spent Halloween with her son was her initial offer. She had hoped that teasing him (though still wildly inappropriate) would have been enough. But that task now seemed innocuous compared to what she was facing. Jenna didn't question her ability to follow through with it (she knew she could and would). She questioned what attitude she should have toward it.

The idea of performing a naturally erotic activity, like a lapdance, with her own son was nearly impossible to process. How the hell do I go about this? How do I even tell him when it's time? Like, 'Hey, Wes, it's time for your lapdance'? God... This is going to be so frickin' awkward. I mean, look, if you treat it like it's awkward, you'll never be able to get through it. It would be brutally uncomfortable for both of you. You have to do it like you would any other one. Jenna shook her head. But... it's not like you can simply pretend he's just some random guy in college that you can grind into trying to make him jizz his pants for fun. Jen, you can do this. Just find the middle ground. Make it a 'motherly' lapdance, hah. The mom laughed nervously at her thoughts.

Wes drove home early Saturday morning as usual. Another benefit that came out of telling his mom about his true line of work was that he didn't need to leave the house for nine hours on Saturday anymore to pretend he was working a made-up job.

Despite all of his anticipation during the week, Wes avoided his mom most of the day. It was one thing to imagine getting a lapdance from her. It was another thing to approach her and ask her when he would get it. Dude, you're gonna have to bring it up. She's not going to.

Jenna checked a kitchen clock. With her task looming over her head, the day was dragging on forever. You can't go through this tomorrow, too. And afterward, you're gonna need to rinse off and gather yourself before Bri and Layla get here. The mother knew that if she wanted to perform the deed before Bri and Layla arrived for wine night, she would have to do it now. There was a sinking feeling in her stomach.

It being Saturday, Jenna was dressed casually in a pair of soft skinny jeans, a fitted graphic tee, and a pair of white Keds. This is about as basic and normal as it gets. The busty brunette filled out the clothes she was wearing and she wondered if even her casual clothes provided too welcoming of a view. But the reality was that she would be pressing into her son anyway, so changing into less flattering lounge attire would only serve to remind her how inappropriately sexual all of this was. Alright, it's go-time. Remember, Jen, stay calm. This is NOT a big deal. It's a frickin' dance for one song. You've done this type of shit plenty of times in your life. You only need to do three of these before Halloween.

Jenna had done a good job of putting her task in perspective - it was really the only perspective a mom could possibly put this in. She was less daunted, but she was still too nervous to go upstairs, because, like her son, she still had no idea how to initiate this.

Luckily for Jenna, footsteps sounded down the stairs. Wes walked into the kitchen to get more food.

"Oh- Hey, mom." Wes was uneasy. He wasn't sure if his mom could see him shaking or if that was just inside of him. She looks so fucking hot today. (She was dressed no differently than usual.)

"Hey, honey." Jen, you gotta do it right now. Look, he's more nervous than you are. The mother could see that her son was lounging in his room all day. He was in blue basketball shorts and a plain t-shirt. Shit. Would you put some fucking jeans on? Just ask him to change. No, that's weird. Then it looks like you're afraid it'll get sexual. Jenna's eyes went back to her son's face. Just stop stalling and do it. "So, I saw on your site that you stopped making videos... Have you also started applying for jobs?"

Dude, she's gonna do it! "Yeah, I did! I'm committed to doing it. I did everything you asked me to. I applied for 9 'actual' jobs," he smiled.

"Great! Then, um, I know you've probably been wondering when we would do that lap-dance thing we talked about," Jenna swallowed. "I was thinking now would be a good time?"

"Yeah, for sure!" Wes answered loudly and quickly. His knees were weak. "Like, where do you wanna do it?! And how long will you do it for? I realized we didn't talk about it too much."

"Uh, maybe the living room will work? We have those wooden chairs in there," Jenna's voice cracked. "And I was thinking we make it last the length of a song, you know, standard procedure, so to speak." Her son nodded in agreement. "So maybe go move one of those chairs out of the corner. And I'll meet you in there in 5. Sound good?"

Jenna hustled deep into the kitchen and took deep breaths. She opened a bottle of red wine that she had been saving for Layla and Bri's arrival. She took a swig from the bottle and then looked in a wall mirror. Why are you so nervous? If anything, this is funny. Like Bri said, c'mon, it's funny! The mother's psychological tricks on herself were effective. She cracked a smile in the mirror. "See? It's funny. This is a fun thing for him. He's really excited about this. You're being a good mom - He's been so supportive in the last year. Do this for him. Let him have his fun."

After corking the bottle and chewing a breath mint, a considerably more at-ease Jenna entered the living room. Her son was sitting in a wooden chair in the middle of the room. The anxious glow on Wes's face caused Jenna to smile wider. She was happy and also a weird-kind-of proud that she her son feel this excited.

"Hey," Wes grinned. He had clearly used his hands to brush his hair in order to look more handsome

"Hey," Jenna grinned back. The lamp in the living room was off, and there was some yellow light pouring in from the kitchen and through the blinds. I suppose that's the right ambiance. "Alexa, play dance music."

The smart speaker in the living room pulsed and began playing an EDM song. Jenna didn't know the song, but it had a smooth beat, so it worked. A nervous tingle surged through Jenna accompanied by the familiar rush she had whenever she was doing something she "shouldn't" be doing. "Are you ready?" Jenna asked her son (and really herself).

Oh, man. Wes nodded, folding his hands together. "Yeah."

"And no touching," the mom lightheartedly warned.

Wes chuckled and let his hands drop to his sides. Jenna breathed and bounced lightly to the rhythm before strutting toward the chair. She didn't think. She couldn't. Jenna then spun around and dropped down onto her son's lower thighs, making sure that her legs would be straddling his the entire time.

"Ohhh," Wes breathed. It was a hell of a view. His arms instinctively reached up, but he caught himself before he touched his mom's legs. God her ass is amazing. Dude, just keep your mouth shut and don't freak her out. Let her focus.

The mother sat up and swiveled her hips from side to side. She sat closer to her son's muscular knees rather than his lap and danced. Jen, you know he's going to be hard. Nothing's gonna change that. You've been warming up for a minute now. You have to go in at some point. The beautiful mom brushed her silky brunette hair behind her ears. She then began pushing off of her feet and working toward her son's lap. Just go in. You know how to do this.

Jenna abruptly arched her spine, leaned forward, and lifted herself with her feet. She thrust her firm booty back into her Wes's lower abdomen. Then without warning, Jenna dropped her butt down into his lap and began forcefully circulating and grinding.

"Aahh- Ahhhhh," Wes gasped and moaned. The sensation was euphoric. To know that his mom was doing it was incredible. He had trouble believing his own eyes and nervous system. Fuck. Of course she's good at this too! Of course...

Her own ability to actually go through with this left Jenna questioning herself. What the hell is wrong with me? Ha-ha. Her lack of inhibitions was amusing to her. She had pre-defined limits, but what was acceptable within them was something she'd have to figure out.

But there were other things that drew her focus as she danced. Jenna's prediction about her son already being hard was unsurprisingly true. He was probably hard all day before this. She had tried to ignore the erection, but she was literally rubbing her ass into it. She could feel the swollen mushroom head through his mesh shorts and her jeans. The cockhead was trapped high on her son's hard lower abs. Brad would be pissed if he knew, the mother darkly joked.

Wes was enjoying the view almost as much as the dance. The way his mom's ass stretched her jeans and the way her long hair swayed with her movements were sights that he would remember forever. The scent of her vanilla shampoo and the weight of her body on his legs were things he never considered in his fantasies. She was heavier than he imagined but in a good way. She was solidly built with a tight body and wider hips.

Jenna was grinding with pressure, but it was robotic. She was basically just sitting and bobbing on his lap. She felt off-rhythm, and she felt she was being disingenuous. Jenna had promised her son an 'actual good' lapdance. And also, she had too much pride in her own talents to do something like this so poorly.

Alright, Jen, you're being waayyy too mechanical. Your limits don't exclude giving him an actual fucking lapdance! C'mon, you've been in this position with how many guys before? Relax and follow your natural rhythm. Jenna took a deep breath. His cock is hard, and it will be the whole time. His works the same way as every other guy's. Just rub your ass against it and try to have fun teasing him. You're in this for three weeks, so you might as well rip that band-aid off now.

The mother embraced the reality of her situation. She relaxed her tensed muscles. She then remembered how in college she used to dance with guys and turn them on for fun even though she had no plans of going home with them. Seeing this activity in the same light helped change Jenna's outlook. Suddenly, the lapdance felt less like a chore and more like a short game.

In a changeup, Jenna began grinding from her strong core instead of her hips. This gave her the control, the power, and the fluidity that she had been using to her advantage since she was 18.

Wes immediately noticed the difference. "Ooh ahhhhhh. Wow..." Light moans escaped Wes's mouth. Holy crap... It seemed that every deep, teasing movement that his mom's spherical butt cheeks made was specifically designed to massage and pleasure his cock - and just his cock.

In a way, he was right. Jenna was not a stripper. The only experience she had dancing in men's laps came from when she was riding their cocks during sex. And all of her movements were designed to build them up as much as possible before making them cum.

The relaxed mother heard her son's gasps and short breaths. She turned her head sideways and broke the silence. "Need to stop so you can get a glass of water?"

"No, no!" Wes urged, laughing, "You can keep going."

"Ok, then. Just checking," Jenna chuckled. She then seamlessly switched to slower and wider movements to match the beat change in the song. "So, how's it going so far?" Jenna was truly curious.

Wes could feel his heart beating rapidly and the warm weight on his penis. "This might be my favorite thing ever. This feels amazing. Ahhhh- you're soo good at this."

An immodest grin appeared on Jenna's face, and she blushed. She always felt appreciated and elevated when a guy made a genuine compliment like that. "Thank you. I'm glad you're enjoying yourself."

"This was totally worth it," Wes admitted, his forehead starting to perspire. "Ending the site was so worth it."

That comment reminded Jenna of why they were there. Her son's site was not just a way for him to make money, but it was something he had built from scratch, and it was a keystone of his social life. He gave that all up to be sitting under me right now. It was the ultimate compliment. "It makes me happy to hear you say that. So, what do you like about this so far, exactly?"

"The way my dick feels," Wes breathed. He could practically see his mom's eyes roll even while behind her.

"Yeah, no kidding. That's the point," Jenna shook her head laughing. "I mean, what have I done so far that you liked so much? What about this makes this so worth it?"

"Oh, wow. Huh..." he had to breathe every few words. "I really liked it when you did the thing in the beginning, like where you bent over a little and slid down on me. I loved those broad side-to-side movements you did. Ahh. And I definitely like the view. Your butt looks so good like this."

Jenna smirked and bit her lower lip. She was proud of herself and her seductive arsenal. She was also thrilled that her son was this ecstatic. Well, he's in heaven. Jenna couldn't remember a guy being so enthralled with her and actually being able to explain why. With men it was always, "You're hot," and, "I don't know. It's just amazing." Jenna loved hearing actual feedback. And she found it heartwarmingly funny to hear her son's reaction to every small thing she did as if it was the greatest moment of his life.

A playful but motherly grin grew on Jenna's face. She raised her ass 12 inches off of Wes's lap. She then arched her back forward much more than last time, which granted her son an incredible view of her cyclist's butt. She thrust it back into his upper abs and lower chest, grinding it in as she slowly lowered herself down. Just before she reached his lap, she tightly gyrated her hips, working her butt firmly into his thick cockhead. She then raised her ass again, just a few inches, and then dropped it. The lively ass slid down the length of Wes's cock and landed with an audible thud on his lap.

"Oh my god. Oh wow. Oh wow. Ahhh." There was not one moment where Wes was silent. Fuck, Mom! Wes's body was sticky and hot. "Damn, Mom, that was incredible. How'd you do that thing where you grinded on just the top of my dick? You landing on me was so hot."

Jenna was back to grinding forcibly side to side. Her face was close to hurting from her smiling and holding in laughter for so long. It was funny to her to see the effect she had on her son. "I told you I'd give you really good lapdances," she looked back at him. "And I figured you'd like that."

Wes wanted it to continue. "Do you have any more of those surprise moves? Do you know any stripper moves, ha-ha? You can do anything. I'll be fine with it," he encouraged. His heart raced, and the muscles in his hands were stiff. She's in another league. Wes was realizing how much a person could learn from many conquests.

"Hmm," Jenna thought. She was in a good mood. "I don't know if they're stripper moves for sure. But I know a few things that might be fun." This song could last 2-and-a-half or 10 minutes. I should've checked.

"Okay!"

Jenna mentally sifted through her niche repertoire of moves she had for when on a man's lap. Definitely not those. The 'lie-down thing' is probably not bad if I just move up. Not that one. The arm thing is bad - well, I can do it without the arm. The leg spread's really no different than this. A few of them were just sex positions but without the penetration. One was from a movie, and she had never tried it.

Jenna had to rule some moves out for being too intense and inappropriate, which was the same reason why she wasn't going to turn around to dance. He can barely handle me facing away from him.

"Okay, I have three things I can try that aren't too over the top. I think you'll like them," Jenna smugly grinned.

"Really? Go right ahead."

Jenna stood up. Her back pockets were just below her son's eye line. She looked behind her, both to see her son's mesmerized face, as well as to line up her latitude.

She then planted her ass squarely on Wes's chest. She slowly slid down his body like last time. This time, however, she leaned into her son's body so her back slid against his chest. When Jenna finally landed on her son's lap, her head was next to his and her neck was on his shoulder.
"Ahhh, you're killing me," Wes muttered under his breath. Jenna's ear was next to his mouth, so she heard him.

The mother chuckled. She felt his chest rising and falling into her shoulder blades. This was basically a position that she used for chair sex, except her arm was not wrapped behind Wes's head. Jenna began flexing her core and lightly rolling her hips. She could hear her son moaning and panting with each shift in weight on his cock. She felt him try to rub himself underneath her. He's gonna pass out! "Are you doing okay back there?"

No, I need to fucking cum. "Yep! Just a little hot." Wes's body was a boiler room. Dude, just keep it together. You need to.

"I can tell you need a short break," Jenna cracked up. "We can end it early if you need to."

"No, I swear I'm fine. You can keep going." Fuck, dude. Get a grip.

Jenna enjoyed hearing how afraid her son was of it stopping. "Relax, Wes, I'm not getting off. But I will give your hardon a quick break."

Confident that she could pull it off, Jenna wrapped her ankles around the back of the chair. Normally, she would be wrapping them around a guy's naked body and she would be doing this on a mattress. But she worked with what she had.

Wes waited in anticipation.

To Jenna, this felt like the most improper thing she had done thus far, even though it was physically the least intimate. Jenna shifted forward so that she was seated ahead of her son's warm package. She firmly gripped his bare knees. Using her feet behind the chair as leverage, Jenna slowly tipped her upper body forward until she was planking straight out. She moved her hands to the carpet for support.

Jenna was impressed that she executed it without a bed.

Wes was stunned. His mom's thighs straddled the sides of his body. Her head was out past his bent knees. And her beautiful ass, in its entirety, was displayed and laid out before him on his lap. The only possible purpose for this move seemed to be for his mom to show off how curvaceous and firm her butt cheeks really were.

The no-touch rule was pushed to its limit. I need to fucking grab it, or smack it, or something... I'd even be fine with poking it. "Please never stop biking," he jokingly begged his mom, to her delight. "So is there a reason for this move other than to show your butt off?" He teased.

"Nnnnope!" Jenna cracked up.

"Well, I'm a fan."

"I figured you'd be." She flexed her butt cheeks together and then let them rest. Then she flexed them quickly again. Jenna didn't know how to twerk - nor would she try. But based on everything her son was muttering, she knew her flexing was having it's desired effect.

"I love the way it moves."

Jenna continued to flex her cheeks and let them fall. After a few more seconds, Jenna unhooked her feet and pulled her butt forward so she could sit back up.

"You have the nicest ass ever. It's not just the looks. It moves and feels perfectly too." A sweating and bewildered Wes realized that he was with a woman whose skills and abilities were far out of his depth. If I end up cumming on her ass through my shorts, she better not blame me.

"Well, I'm happy you appreciate it as much as I do. Usually, guys become so distracted by my tits that they never focus on my ass."

"I mean, I wouldn't mind getting distracted by those either," Wes not-so-subtly hinted.

Jenna looked back and rolled her eyes. "These dances are ass only. And look at you," Jenna mocked, "you're struggling with just this."

"I'm hanging in there," Wes laughed at himself. He fully understood why his mom didn't want to cross that line.

"Besides," Jenna tilted her head, "there are some fun things that I can only do when facing away from you."

"Like what?"

"Well, this one I know is a stripper move." This was just something Jenna had seen in a movie, but there was nothing complex about it. She hopped off of his lap and stood up. "Here, move to the edge of the seat, and spread your legs apart."

Thus far, Jenna had been the one straddling. So this was a change. Wes followed instructions.

"Here, you can move back a little bit. There ya go." Jenna helped him adjust his positioning on the chair.

Meanwhile, neither of them had noticed that the song had been winding down. It came to an end. There was a long moment of silence. It was awkward until the first beats of the next song played.

Shit. "Is this just the next part of the first song?" Wes hoped out loud. "I think it might be."

"Well, considering it's a new singer and new music, I'm going to say no," Jenna ribbed. She was perspiring from all of her movements in the low-lit room. Jenna had already been mentally set on trying out the new move. It felt like she was leaving a job incomplete. I can't end a lapdance on thirty seconds of conversation.

"So, is it over?" Please say no.

"Well, the song is," the mother explained, "but the promise was to give you a lapdance for a whole song. And I basically gave you a knee dance for the first minute or so, and then we just sat there and talked for the last 30 to 60 seconds. So... Alexa, set a timer for two minutes."

The speaker announced it was setting a timer, and the music continued.

"Seriously?!" Wes's heart was pounding out of his chest, and his body was numb. "Another two minutes?" Fuck yes! She's fucking amazing.

Jenna shrugged. "You've been honoring your word, I'm not going to cheat on mine." She re-guided her son's knees apart. His package jutted out just in front of the seat. The mother turned around again and stood between his legs. Jenna placed her hands on Wes's thighs and bent over until her butt pushed Wes's upper body against the back of the chair.

"Oh fuck. Are you grinding on just the tip again?" Wes was almost too stiff to control his body.

Jenna turned her head back as she worked her way down. She smiled at her overwhelmed son's face. "Of course I am. But only for a little bit."

"Why?" Wes wavered.

"Because, remember, this is to do that cool move I can only do to you when facing away from you." Jenna's ass reached Wes's lower abdomen once more. She concentrated her swirling cheeks on his circumcised cockhead, which she easily felt through his mesh shorts.

"Uhhh. Ahhahh! Ugh!" Wes's moans were giving way to tormented groans and grunts. "Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow."

After a satisfying fifteen seconds, Jenna then did what she had originally planned on doing. The mother lowered herself between her son's legs and rubbed her ass down the length of his rigid cock. She squatted in her jeans until she was massaging his previously hidden testicles.

"Oh fuck," Wes hazily remarked.

A proud Jenna responded, "Pretty cool, right?"

Wes peered straight down his body to see that a tall blue peak had appeared. The rest of his tent and his groin were covered by his mom's vigorously circulating ass. She was keeping her balance with a strong grip on his mid-thighs. This is fucking better than sex. "I like this move a lot. I like you grinding on my balls. There's no way you know how good this feels," Wes admired.

"Oh yeah? You're actually about to like this move even more." Jenna breathed through her extended workout.

"How?"

Her playful smile was replaced with a more sinister one. Jenna pulled her butt away before thrusting it back onto the tip of her son's throbbing cockhead. She then perfectly aligned her buttcrack with her son's shaft. Jenna could feel the length of the cock enveloped between her two spherical butt cheeks. You fucking did it first try. How 'bout that? She then deliberately made powerful, quick, small rotations, and slowly worked her way down Wes's favorite body part.

Unsurprisingly, Wes liked it too. No fucking way. Oh, fuck! "Ohhh, that's so fucking good. Don't stop! I fucking love this." His mind was melting. He could barely think.

"I wasn't planning on stopping," Jenna assured. He's frickin' losing it. She pulled away and stuck her ass back onto the top of his tent before slowly working her way down again. Her ass worked Wes's concealed cock like a paint roller on a wall, but with an added gyrating movement. With each pass, Jenna used more force. She dug her fingers into Wes's legs, trying to leverage more pressure.

Jenna knew that continuing this until the timer went off would be the proper way to finish this week's dance.

"Oh fuck. Fuck. I'm gonna need to cum so much later," Wes panted, exhausted.

That was a weird thing to hear her son say, but Jenna was hardly surprised. After this, he'd probably blow up if he didn't cum. "Oh, really? Does it have anything to do with what I'm doing right now?"

"Yes! It's literally entirely because of this!" Wes practically shouted. "You're so fucking hot."

The exuberant response was what Jenna was hoping to hear. She promptly broke her pattern to stand up, press her ass into her son's heaving chest again, and work her way down onto his cockhead. Once his moans became too loud, Jenna finished grinding down the length of his shaft and then went back to her 'paint roller' technique.

Ahh, ahhhhhh! Wes suddenly felt his pink cockhead burn. It reignited every time Jenna began a new cycle. I'm not gonna last. Fuck! Dude, you can make it! You can make it. Don't ruin this. Don't fucking ruin it...

But his mom's relentlessness was proving fatal. The exhausted, horny, and stimuli-overloaded son knew he had finally passed the breaking point. "Fuck. I'm gonna wanna cum to this, Mom," he breathed.

"I would think so," she smirked. "You don't need to hang here when the song stops. You can go run right up to your room after this and have your private time - that would be quite the compliment. I'll just assume you're occupied until you come out later tonight."

Jenna didn't realize what her embarrassed son meant this time.

"No! I mean- " Wes's eyes shuttered. His muscular body was stiff as a board. His toes were curled, his fists closed. "AAAAHHHHH! UUUUUUGGHHHH! AAHH-AAAHHH!"

Jenna froze too because she soon realized what was happening. It was not the loud grunts and cries that triggered her stoppage. It was the feeling of thick liquid hitting her shirt on the small of her back. No fucking way...

The mother immediately pulled herself up and spun around.

The head of a red, swollen cock poked through the waistbands of Wes's boxers and blue shorts. It rested on Wes's t-shirt. There was a trail of dense white cum landing from his chest. Jenna's eyes went wide. Wes regained his sight and looked down. He panicked and covered it in embarrassment. The burning sensation he had felt was from the denim seam between his mom's butt cheeks meeting his sensitive flesh.

Jenna could see from her son's disbelief and terror that he didn't pull his shorts down. I fucking tugged them down with my ass. She was silent.

"I am so sorry! Sooooooo, sooooo sorry!" Fuck, holy shit. What the fuck's wrong with me? Dammit! Wes had experienced the most explosive orgasm of his life, but all he could think about was the horrific mistake he just made. "It was an accident. I tried to tell you it was happening. I swear," he pleaded, covering himself up. But covering himself up did little good, as his light blue shorts were died dark blue. His wet cotton boxers and mesh shorts clung to the surface of his dick.

The mother raised her hand in a calming way. It was more to calm herself than her son. "It's okay. I know it was an accident. I can see now that you were trying to tell me." Relax, Jen, none of it actually got you. You're okay. How many guys have jizzed on you before? It's no big deal.

Jenna got over her initial shock. He just fucking jizzed everywhere - from a fucking lapdance. Her face started to crack. You fucking pulled his shorts down with your ass. Jenna snickered. Look, he's petrified that he came. The mother was trying to muffle her chuckling. It was hard not to see the comedy in this.

"Beep beep! Beep beep!" When the timer went off from the smart speaker, less than half a minute after Wes blew his load, Jenna erupted in laughter. Wes was confused, but he took it as a sign of relief. He forced a laugh too, not getting what the joke was.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing. Nothing. Just, of course, that would happen," Jenna rolled her eyes, with them watering slightly.

You might be fine. "You're not mad? Are we still gonna be able to do this next week?"

"I'm not happy about having to clean cum out of my top. But, no, I'm not mad. It's probably at least half my fault," she admitted. "Some motherly advice though, whenever you're with a girl, don't say 'I'm gonna wanna cum to this,' say, 'I'm about to fuckin' cum,' so they know to fucking act on it right away." Jenna still laughed.

"Ok, noted. So are we gonna still do this next week too?" Wes was relieved he was not in trouble. But he still was anxious about his mom calling the deal off after this mishap.

"Of course, if you hold up your end of the deal again, I'll hold up mine." In a loving taunt, Jenna added, "Though, I guess now I can't promise you a whole song."

Wes beamed. His demeanor perked up as much as it could for someone who was just drained. "I'll wear, like, spandex boxers and spandex shorts so nothing can be tugged down," Wes retorted.

Jenna laughed. "Well, I actually wouldn't do that," she admitted. "I can't really do what I need to do well if your dick is trapped. Wear shorts like that - just tie them tighter." Her son nodded his head. "Anyway, I have to go get ready for Bri and Layla. Move the chair back and maybe blow a fan in here?"

Wes told her he'd get the room straightened up, and Jenna hustled upstairs.

***** Ch. 18

In her bathroom, Jenna ran a cold shower and then carefully removed her top. She held up the back of her t-shirt before her. There was a tall spread of melting white goo. Jesus, did he just not jerk off all week in preparation? Jenna thought back to when she danced against his testicles. She didn't remember gauging their size with her butt. It'll just be easier to throw the damn shirt out, Jenna snickered. She then noticed a rope of cum running off the shirt. Jenna turned around in her mirror. "Of course..." In addition to darker stains on her jeans, likely from Wes's leaking precum, there was a large splotch of white semen. Guess I'll be wearing different pants tonight.

The mother turned her attention back to her shirt. She smell of the fresh ejaculate was potent. Without thinking, she pinched a gooey puddle with her finger and thumb. She watched the liquidy strands form and break as she separated her fingers, and noticed its consistency as it slowly ran down her fingers. Jenna then held her fingers under her nose and let the scent waft in. Yeah, that smells like someone just came - and super salty. Her body mildly reacted. Jenna, somewhat instinctively, darted her tongue out and let a small droplet stick to her tongue. Hmm, she sighed and shrugged. It's a natural curiosity.

Jenna then used her free hand to wriggle out of her jeans. In the mirror, she could see the wet spot that formed in her striped thong. You were grinding on a hard dick as hard as you could, what else would you expect? Jenna comfortably explained.

After kicking away her jeans, she peeled her thong down with her dry hand. Her bra came off next, and she stared at the mirror. A sweaty but familiar and relaxed face stared back. Hey, you just made a cute 21-year-old cum on your back from a fully clothed lapdance... you're getting better with age. The mother then stood at the entrance of the running shower. She examined her cum-covered index finger and thumb, and then she studied her shower drain. No, this was a huge deal for him, and that's sooo disrespectful. I know you don't want to, but he deserves it. Jenna slipped her fingers in her mouth as she walked into the relieving shower.

***** Ch. 19

In his room, Wes lay in his bed, gazing at the ceiling. He had yet to clean his cock off or change out of his clothes. He was stunned, and his mind spun. You just did that. That just happened. She just did that to you. And you just fucking did that on her.

Wes thought back to the last year: Him finding that video of his mom in his dad's drawer, him being sexually frustrated by his thoughts of his mom, Bella coming from out of the blue to offer him relief and a wonderful distraction, him thinking about his mom again and learning more about her. "Now she's giving me lapdances that make me cum."

Wes slunk to his feet and removed his clothes. He inspected his naked body in his mirror. His muscles were not quite buff yet, but he had great tone with defined cuts in his abs. His shoulders and neck were much thicker and prouder than they used to be. His shaft was fairly well-hung (It would fall into Jenna's category of "a very healthy boy"), and his balls were once described by Bella as "fucking monsters." Wes was handsome, and he was still way out of his mom's league - but literally every other guy is too. She obviously doesn't care about your age either. So, other than being her son... Wes laughed.

In the shower, Wes rehashed his thoughts again and again. Do you think she liked it as much as you did? She seemed to love it. Though, it's in her nature - maybe she was making the best out of a chore. I mean, she's only doing this because she wants you to stop managing porn. And she fucks guys all the time. She might just always find a way to have a good time and none of it means anything more than that. But she did those extra tricks and was fine with adding extra time? The college student was confused. But he was fine with that. He just didn't want it to end.

It was not long before he heard Bri and Layla knocking on the front door.

***** Ch. 20

After drinking wine, the three friends went to the same nightclub they had gone to the previous two Saturdays, at Jenna's insistence. Jenna could have fun and draw attention anywhere, but this club was the only one where she knew she could fulfill her current desire.

Jenna felt she could tell her friends anything. But she was nowhere near ready to talk to them about what just happened with Wes. Part of her had wanted to blurt it out on the porch, but Jenna needed to digest the situation first.

In the nightclub, after downing a cocktail, Jenna, wearing a tight sweater dress and boots, strutted straight toward two of the youngest-looking men in the room. It was not long before she was provocatively dancing with them. She only danced between them for a few songs before she was removing two condoms from her clutch as the men walked her to into the men's bathroom.

Jenna was surprised by how wet she was and how badly she was in need of relief. This time, she chose to sit down on a lucky young man's lap so that he could bounce her on his thighs and cock. She faced forward and zealously blew the other lucky man. She let them switch positions twice before she helped a satiating orgasm rip through her body. A clear-minded Jenna rejoined her friends and took it easy for the rest of the night.

***** Ch. 21

The following two weeks were not so different.

Over the next 13 days, Wes racked up as many interviews and offers as he could. He was stimulated by the daily selfies his mom was sending him of her in her biking pants and tops. The son loved the photos, but he made sure not to use them as an excuse to flirt with her. He knew he was climbing a steep mountain, but he had no chance if he started coming across as creepy. Just focus on getting job offers. Wes fantasized that the more over-the-top he went on his side of the agreement, the more his mom would reward him.
It ended up being kind of true. On each of the next two Saturday evenings, Jenna upped the ante of her dances. Most of that was simply Jenna trying out new things to avoid being repetitive. But, of course, knowing that her son was trying so hard to make her proud did encourage Jenna to add more erotic flair with everything she did.

On the Monday after her first dance, Jenna had found some instructional videos online for 'safe' moves that she could perform with her son. She quickly realized that her lapdance had been especially focused on physical pleasure compared to standard dances. Jenna had to either shamefully admit that her 'motherly' lapdance was not motherly at all, or embrace the idea that her methods were actually the right ones.

Her prideful response was not surprising. "What's the point of just putting on a show and barely doing anything? What would a man get out of that? That's just a way to take guys' money without giving them anything of substance." Jenna was being a little harsh of the stripping profession, but she was right in that her style of lapdance had more integrity. She pointed to her son's orgasm as proof of that.

So, of course, on the weekend of the second dance, Wes again orgasmed intensely. This time, it was no surprise to Jenna when she heard the same loud grunts and groans behind her followed by the sensation of a jolting erection against her butt. Wes's tied mesh shorts were able to contain his pink head despite the unrelenting force of his mom's ass. The song that Jenna had chosen was six minutes long, not wanting her dance to seem intentionally shorter than the first. Besides, they did a lot of talking that cut into the dance time.

The dance on the third weekend was more of a rush because Wes was on the verge of orgasm as the song was coming to an end. Figuring that since this was their last lapdance, Jenna decided she would complete the dance in the same way she had the previous two (And it admittedly bothered her that she didn't achieve the same result as the last two times).

"I'm gonna cum now. I'm gonna cum now!" Wes had dryly moaned. Jenna joked, "Is it in your shorts again?" "Yes," he breathed as the song ended. There was silence and then a new song began. But Jenna didn't stop fiercely grinding up and down. She made sure she held her son's cock between her butt cheeks until she felt him cum. When Wes asked if she had realized the song had changed, Jenna explained, "I did. But you would've finished if I hadn't taken time to stand up and do that butt-twirl thing as part of the lapdance - I mean, I wasn't even on your lap."

On each of those two Saturdays, even though there was no finger-licking afterward, Jenna continued her routine of showering, sipping wine with Bri and Layla, and then finding a couple of eager young men to help her get off in the men's room.

***** Ch. 22

It was the last school week before Halloween. After weeks of incredible experiences and having nobody to confide in, Wes finally caved and told Bella what was going on with his mom. He figured Bella would be nonjudgmental since he had kept her secret for so long. Bella didn't find it normal exactly, but she at least pretended to be supportive. "Like, wow, um- I guess I hope that your night out with her is as amazing as you dream it'll be," she spoke honestly.

When classes ended that week, Wes drove home Friday for a change. Halloween had been on Thursday, so obviously the parties were moved to over the weekend. Jenna insisted he come home to go out on Friday night instead because it was going to rain on Saturday. The greater truth was that Jenna didn't want to ditch her friends on Saturday and have them asking questions.

Wes was more than happy to see his mom a day early, especially if it meant going out with her sooner. Dude, she's gonna do this! She would've made up an excuse by now. I mean, she did everything else. But what if she ends up not wearing the costume, or saying she couldn't find it, or 'modifying' it by adding a bra and a tank top?

As his mind speculated wildly, Wes reminded himself of a secret he had. He felt bad for doing this, but he had not yet accepted any of his job offers, even though that meant that a highly competitive one was revoked. He loved his mom and certainly would not blackmail her. But the reality was that if his mom didn't honor her end of the deal, he was going back to making tons of money distributing porn. I forwarded her four job offers. She knows I have them. I think she's gonna follow through.

But Wes's secret was being kept in vain. Because, while Wes was driving home that late afternoon, Jenna was currently examining the "costume" that she had bought at the mall on the day that her son had sent her the emails of his numerous job offers. He really went after it. I should've started motivating him like this earlier on.

At the mall, Jenna had success piecing together her outfit. She found a cheap pair of blended-fabric mom jeans that gave off the same look as her ones in college. She found the block heels after three stores. It was the white tube top that was somewhat embarrassing to purchase.

Jenna searched through nine stores before finally finding the closest replica in a young women's fashion store. The cashier asked Jenna if she wanted her to gift wrap it, presumably for Jenna's nonexistent daughter. In spite of that experience, Jenna had fun finding a black grommet belt and some tacky neon bracelets. She wanted to make it clear that she was a '90s girl' and not just some hot mom in a slutty top.

Staring at her ensemble laid out on her bedding, Jenna wondered if Wes would be upset that the costume was not exactly the same. Worst case scenario, I ditch the accessories and go as the 'hot mom in a slutty top', Jenna laughed.

***** Ch. 23

"Oh my god, that's hilarious!" Jenna applauded and laughed as her son walked through the front door.

"Thanks," Wes grinned. He eyed his neon, geometric-patterned athletic shorts and matching light pink t-shirt. "I figured it would match your costume without being too dorky."

"It looks good on you," Jenna warmly complimented. "You just need the windbreaker."

"Thanks. And I think that would cross the dorky line," Wes responded. "So... Were you able to find everything for your costume?"

"Well, it was a bit of an ordeal. And I made a couple of small changes to make it more like a costume (Wes's heart sank as she spoke), but I think it turned out well. I would've had it on if I knew you'd have yours on already."

"Yeah, makes sense." The son spoke dryly, sensing reality wasn't going to live up to his dreams.

"I just ate, but you can eat some leftovers. And I'll go get ready."

"Okay." Wes felt gutted, but he also was annoyed with himself for feeling like he was being wronged. Just what his mom had done for him so far was special. If she walks down wearing a fucking ski parka, you should tell her she looks beautiful and be fine with it. But still, he hoped for the best.

Upstairs, Jenna was undeniably excited. Regardless of the surrounding circumstances, you would be hard-pressed to put on a self-created Halloween costume without being excited to show it off.

The mother wondered what her son would say when he saw her, or how he'd respond when she asked him what he liked about it. After brushing her hair, brushing her teeth, and applying makeup, Jenna stepped in front of her full-length mirror. She adjusted her posture to see how her outfit moved with her body. It was strange to see herself in an outfit she used to wear. Even with how promiscuous she had been lately, she could never imagine walking out of the house like this on any other night. "That poor boy's gonna have a heart attack," Jenna humored.

The sound of heels echoed on hardwood flooring, and Wes knew his mom was coming back into the kitchen. He impulsively rose from the table. But the sound of the heels stopped.

Jenna knew this was the grand finale. It was what her son had worked and sacrificed so much for. And, naturally, Jenna had a penchant for dramatic reveals. "Hey, Wes," she coyly called into the kitchen, "are you ready to see my costume?"

Hearing his mother's suggestive, suspenseful tone filled Wes with hopeful anxiety. "Yes," his voice cracked.

"Well, I don't know," Jenna paused, standing behind the corner wall. "Now that I have it on, I really don't think it's something I should be wearing in front of you (she was right). Maybe I should go change back." It was clearly not a real threat.

She's trying to kill me. She's either in the outfit or one that's 'hysterically' rated-G. "Please, just show it to me." A moment later, Wes watched as a neon-orange, strappy block heel poked beyond the wall. It was remarkably close to what his mom had worn in the video. Wes's heart raced. Dude, I think she's wearing it. She even has the shoes. The geometric shapes on Wes's shorts moved. "Are you actually wearing it? Please just show me. You're killing me."

He's definitely at full-mast already. Do you hear his voice? "I have a feeling you want me to honor my deal?"

"Yes."

"I figured," Jenna sighed, feigning reluctance. "I'll tell you what, if you promise you won't go into cardiac arrest when you see me and you promise to honor your deal by taking one of those jobs," she titillated, "then I'll let you see what I'm wearing."

The 'no cardiac arrest' promise was starting to seem like a big ask. "Yes, Mom, I swear. Please just let me see you."

An anxious Jenna strolled into the kitchen and then turned to face her son. His eyes went wide as they scrambled to take in the view before him.

Fuck me. Wes's mouth had dried instantly. He had to moisten it just to say, "Wow..."

I was off by a few seconds. Jenna's prediction of her son being at full-mast had been wrong. She watched a tall tent rise in his breezy shorts.

The son was still in stunned silence. His crazy fantasy had come to life. The woman he dreamed of the most was standing before him in a way he had always dreamed of her. His mind swam in a bath dopamine and adrenaline. Wes finally commented, "It's the same as the video."

"Kind of. Obviously, I don't have the original clothes. I'm sure I lost all of them on bedroom floors before I graduated," Jenna made fun of herself. "So, what do you think? How did I do?" Her son's protruding erection was an answer in itself, but Jenna wanted to hear what he had to say.

Wes gawked, "You nailed it. I can't believe it's you. This is the hottest you've ever looked." He wanted to run his hands all over her bare taut skin.

"Oh. Well, thanks," Jenna blushed.

Wes noticed the sly but joyous grin on his mom's comforting face. Her fully exposed arms, shoulders, and hips were fit and smooth. Her jeans were loose at the bottom but tightly hugged her thighs and butt. The accessories and belt were additions, but Wes didn't care. A band of white fabric wrapped tightly around the middle of Jenna's body, from the middle of her abdomen up to the top of her large breasts. There was a hint of cleavage created by the white compression top that contained her breasts. Oh my god. She's not - "Are you wearing a bra?"

As Wes focused his eyes, he could see two bumps in the fabric. The material was just sheer enough to notice darker circles around them.

"I don't know why the hell you're looking there." Jenna stared down her son before cracking a smile. "And no, I'm not wearing a bra. Our deal was for the same outfit. So, I'm in the same outfit I was on that night."

Wes was horny as hell, but his mom's humor was helping him feel comfortable about it. "I don't know if I would've had the balls to call you out on not wearing one."

"I'm pretty sure it's because of what's going on in your balls that you would've," Jenna quipped. "So, where do you plan on us going out 'trick-or-treating' tonight?"

"Well," Wes informed, "there's a club I know downtown. I know you haven't been there. It's a lot smaller and kind of a lounge with a dance floor. I figure we can actually hear each other talk there. And it supposedly has solid Halloween parties. It's not one of the 'big ones', so it shouldn't be too busy."

"Works for me. When do you wanna leave?"

Despite everything they had done together already, Wes was incredibly nervous he asked, "So, I was thinking since we're spending the day together anyway, we could do the lapdance today before we go out?"

"What?" Jenna perked up. "What do you mean?"

Wes explained his thinking, "Well, like, instead of doing it Saturday, like usual usually do, we do this week's lapdance tonight. It's our last one, so I thought it made sense to do it the night we went out." Studying his mom's presence, his throat was tight.

He thinks it's this weekend too?! Jenna had assumed the last dance was last weekend, and that the reward for this weekend was them going out together. Think. What was the deal you made with him? Jenna was not afraid of giving her son another lapdance. She was concerned about giving him one in her current attire.

"Oh," the mother navigated, "did I make a promise or say that I might do it tonight specifically or something? I just forget the nuances of the deal we made."

"Well, I don't think we specifically said. I just know the deal was that we'd do a lapdance every weekend and we'd go out for Halloween on the last weekend. I kind of figured since we were going to do the lapdance before we went out tomorrow night, and then you moved Halloween to tonight, we would do the lapdance tonight now, too." Wes fidgeted his hands.

"I see." Fuck, that makes sense. Jenna was willing to accept that she had agreed to a dance this weekend. Just do it tomorrow. "Honey, does this week's dance have to be tonight and in this outfit? I know that wasn't in the agreement."

"That's true. It can be tomorrow. I guess I was just hoping you'd be dressed like this for the final one," Wes tragically laughed. Dude, she's getting off on a technicality. Oh well, you can't make her do something she doesn't wanna do.

Jenna felt bad, but wearing an outfit like this for a lapdance absolutely crossed one of her hard lines. She painfully offered, "You can just watch the DVD of me again before the dance tomorrow. I look the same as I do in the video. You have my permission to imagine that I'm wearing it."

Hearing that was even worse. Wes put on a grin. "That's ok. I kind of assumed in the deal that us going out was the 'last hoorah', so the lapdance would happen before it. For what it's worth," he added, "you don't look the same in the video. I think you're more attractive now than you were then."

Okay, he has to fucking know what he's doing. Jenna suspected that her son could be trying to tell her what she wanted to hear, but that didn't stop his honest words from affecting her.

Somehow, in his mind, you promised this. I mean, when you agreed to the deal, even you believed that going out would be the 'last hoorah'. So if you agreed that there is a dance this weekend- Fuck, good job, Jen. Jenna then snorted, You should've had Bri write up some paperwork.

The mother studied her awaiting son. He could tell that she was processing her thoughts.

Just look at his face right now, Jen. The reality is, you probably did promise this to him, he's already hard, he's been dreaming of it, and you know you're gonna grind on him until cums at some point this weekend. So, you can either do it now where he'll cum happily in 5 seconds - or, you can possibly skirt your deal and drag this whole thing out another day. What's the big deal with your outfit, really? You're in fucking jeans again. It's literally no different than the other times.

Jenna finally addressed her son. "The truth is, I can't say that I promised you a dance tonight, but I also can't say that I didn't. Since I offered the deal, it's obviously my fault for not making it clear. So, if you agreed to the deal thinking that I'd give you a lapdance in this, then I guess I have to."

"Wait, seriously?!" Wes practically jumped with excitement. He was tempted to high-five his mom. "Oh man, this is amazing!"

Shaking her head, Jenna surrendered, "Just go get the chair set up. I'll be in soon."

***** Ch. 24

As Jenna walked into the living room, she felt confident from her experiences. When she saw her son sitting in the chair though, there was a heightened sense of vulnerability because of how she was dressed. Her tits had been out of sight, out of mind the last three times. But with how her thin tube top was presenting them, she imagined Wes would be craning his neck to sneak views.

Wes's breathing rate was already higher, and his eyes were more lustful. He kept thinking about what she did the last time she wore that outfit. This is it.

"You're gonna pass out unless you breathe," Jenna teased. Shit, I don't have a song. She asked Alexa to play the same song as last time.

Once Jenna turned around to begin her dance, things felt back to normal (relatively speaking). She started it in the same way she had the previous two times, by going right into her son's chest and working her firm ass down his body until she landed on his lap where she began grinding into his swollen cock.

Wes moaned and panted like he always did. "This feels so good. I think these jeans feel nicer."

"Probably," Jenna laughed, as she remembered, "they're like those thinner, soft polyester-blend ones." They were cheap and comfy. I didn't think I'd be doing this when I bought 'em. Paying closer attention as she ground her butt cheeks in, Jenna too noticed how her son's anatomy left a more defined impression through her softer pants.

"I'm a fan," Wes flirted. "They should've asked you to turn around in the video."

"Why?" Jenna blushed. "Do you think those guys would've liked seeing how my butt moved when they touched it?"

Wes swallowed. "Yes." Who wouldn't?

Bringing back a move that she had tried last dance, Jenna jumped to her feet. The mother stood over her son's legs and reached behind her back to play with her spherical cheeks. She repeatedly lifted them up with her fingers and then let them drop, showing off how buoyant and firm they were as they rippled and jiggled in her tight jeans.

"I love when you do this," Wes admired. "I love the way they move and shake. It's so hot." He had become comfortable with complimenting his mom, especially during the dances.

"I know," Jenna smoothly replied. The mother turned her head back to witness her son's facial reactions as she gave her left cheek a playful smack, inches from his face.

It had only taken that one comment for Jenna to get back in the mindset she usually had. She was back to experiencing the enjoyment of seeing how tormentingly happy she could make her son with her simple gestures.

Jenna then stretched her arms back to pin Wes's shoulders to the back of the chair. "Remember this one?" Jenna suggestively asked as she stuck her butt back just until she felt a point of pressure. She began to rhythmically swivel her hips to the music.

Wes gasped as with each pass his mom's jean pockets grazed his nose. Her ass seemed even more attractive underneath a mostly naked torso. "I'm so fucking hard already," Wes panted. God, she's fucking hot. Keep going.

"Oh really? Well, I'll find out soon if you're telling the truth or not," Jenna grinned. She fluidly worked her way down his chest. Just before her rotating ass touched the tip of Wes's erection, she worked her way back up to his chest.
"Oh, fuck," Wes laughed in a tormented way. "You're killing me. My dick's never been this hard."

Jenna laughed loudly. She worked her way back down until she was grinding firmly into the tip of his cock. She was becoming rather slick at her contractually obligated chore. Jenna turned her head back to her moaning son. "Well, you definitely weren't lying about being hard. Why are you so much harder today?"

"Ahhhh-ohhh." Why the hell do you think? " Because of the way you dressed - because you actually dressed like that for me."

"That makes sense. What specifically about my outfit do you like so much?" Jenna had some ideas, but she wanted to hear him say it.

Everything. "The way your legs and ass look in your jeans. I love your tube top."

"You see my legs and ass in jeans like this all the time. Tell me why my top makes you so hard."

"I don't know if I can say it," Wes winced. He had never really talked about her chest before. Her ass? Plenty. But not her chest.

Well, now you have to tell me. Jenna's interest was piqued. She enjoyed knowing that he was afraid to say it. "Don't be afraid to be honest with me. You can tell me everything you want to. Tell me, and maybe I'll drop down onto your legs."

That was enough motivation. Wes confessed, "Your tits look so big and perfect like they're stuffed inside of it. They look even bigger than usual, especially with how your slim your body is around them. Ahhh. And I didn't tell you, but I can see your nipples and areolas through it, and I like that. They're just so pushed up and bouncy in it."

The mother dropped onto her son's lap and vigorously ground into his hard dick. "Spread your legs," she quickly ordered. Her son parted his legs as wide as he could, and Jenna slid down between them. She leaned forward and massaged his throbbing groin, much to his delight.

Jenna then rotated her head back to look at Wes's face. Her tongue was on the roof of her mouth, and she raised her eyebrow. "Do you want me to try something fun with you?"

Wes simply nodded his head. What's she gonna do?

"I've known how to do this move the whole time, but I always thought it would be a bit much. Now, I think you've had enough experience with your dick on my ass where you can handle it," Jenna explained. "The only thing is, I don't know how close you are to cumming. And I don't wanna set you off," she warned.

I'm good. I'm fucking horny as hell, but I'm good for a while. You got this, dude. "I'm not close or anything. Let's do it."

"Okay... Just let me know if you need me to stop." Jenna continued to propel her hips. "What I'm going to do you is a clothes-on version of something fun I used to do in college. Whenever I really wanted to make a guy cum but we didn't have a condom, and I wanted to do something sexier than a handjob, I would do this move." The mother breathed. "Are you sure you wanna try it with me?"

Ohhh, fuck. She had Wes at "make guys cum" and "sexier than a handjob." Dude, just think of something else if you get too close. "Yeah, Mom, I really wanna try it with you."

"Alright then," Jenna smiled impishly. "I know you're already sticky, so I need you to unstick your dick from your body and point it out as straight ahead as you can." In her showman tendency, Jenna decided to stand up and off to the side. She faced her son as she brushed her hair back behind her ears.

This was the first time Jenna had given Wes instructions to manipulate his genitals to help her with a move. The son tugged his messy shaft and head off of his body. He angled it as forward as he could, and friction of his boxers helped keep it in place. Blood coursed through the son's veins. His mom simply asking him to do this was making him sweat. He had no idea what she had planned for them. "Ok. It's standing up on its own now."

I can see that. With her eyes lingering down, Jenna had watched her son adjust himself. She could now see that her son's pole jutting far out from his abdomen. Jenna was not a size queen per se, but for what she was about to do, she was glad she had ample real estate to work with. "You're gonna love this," Jenna assured her fixated son.

"I think I will too," he nodded. "Do you need me to do anything else?"

Jenna stepped beside her son and turned her head back to him as she placed her hands on his knees. "I do. I need you to sit back and just think about how it feels."

She then stepped over and straddled her son's spread legs. The mother lowered herself so that her thighs rested on Wes's muscular lower quads. She elegantly spread her legs wider, causing her butt cheeks to squeeze together as if she were using the thigh machine at the gym. Once she was situated and straddling her son's legs, Jenna kept her head in place as she slid her rear toward her son. Her bubble butt soon reformed as her flexing cheeks stretched her jeans and the center seam disappeared between them.

Wes watched in yearning as his mom's ass agonizingly moved toward his angled erection. He moaned lowly as his thinly veiled cockhead made contact in the valley between her round cheeks. His mom stopped moving backward.

The young man still had no clue what his mom had planned. But he could already see why she hadn't tried it yet. "What are you going to do?" he exhaled.

"Just relax," Jenna hushed.

Wes felt a small surge of precum pump up and out of his dick when he heard his mom's tone of voice. That's probably the same thing she says to every guy she does this to (he was right).

The brunette mother brushed her hair behind her ears again. And then, simply, she started leisurely and gently sweeping her ass from side to side. She moved like a slow pendulum. On each pass, one cheek took its turn smoothly grazing her son's rigid cock and then catching it just enough to pull it to the side. And then, eventually, the force of Wes's erection overtook the friction of her swaying butt, causing his penis to spring back into place.

After all of the hard movements and force his mom had used to pleasure his cock, it was this action - one where she was barely making contact- that drove Wes farthest up the wall. "Ahhhhhhh. Fuuuuck. Wow, wow, wow. How'd you even learn how to do this?"

"Lots of experimenting," the mother hinted in a soft tone. "Do you like it?"

"Oh my god. It's fucking amazing. I never want it to stop. Why does this feel so f'in' good?"

Jenna beamed. "Cocks are sensitive. They like friction. You can get them off with friction from a lot of force. Or, you can get them off by pushing all the right buttons. Do you feel how my ass is just brushing your cock? I'm just providing pleasure to one of your most sensitive areas."

"I definitely feel that," Wes moaned. "How long do guys usually last before they cum?"

"Ha-ha. Um, not long. You're clothed though, so you should be fine."

"I'm hanging in there. I feel like I'm high," Wes sighed and smiled, "but I think I'm gonna last."

"That's called euphoria. And that's what you should be feeling. But it also means you're gonna wanna cum soon."

"Really?! I don't want to yet."

"I know," Jenna still spoke in a softly. "I'll stop for now. We can always come back to it when you're ready again." To end the move, the mother collected her son's shaft between her cheeks and drove it back against his toned abs before giving it two hard, swift thrusts.

"You're incredible." Wes wiped the sweat off his brow.

The mother placed all of her weight on her son's lap as she brought her legs up and wedged them between her son's. "You think so?" Jenna bit her lip. "How about you spread your legs and move forward a bit so just your dick and balls are hanging off the chair... If you give me the space to go down low enough, I'll give you a better idea of how incredible I can be."

"Holy fuck," Wes grunted. "We can do whatever you want, Mom. I wish there were a fucking mirror in front of us."

"Why? Oh, hah. Wes, you can barely handle looking at my ass. If you were also looking at my tits while I did that to you, this lapdance would be over by now."

"Probably. But I think I could handle your tits alone, just like I can handle your ass alone."

Nice try. "You might be able to. But that's not the point. The idea of dancing with them on you seems like a bit much." Jenna tried to reject him tactfully. "I mean, is this really that bad?" The mother looked back at her son's face as she lovingly worked her way up and down his pulsating erection.

"Ah-ahhh!" She should have tried this when trying to get me to clean up my room. "No, no, it's not bad. That's amazing. But I just meant it would be so fucking hot to just look at you in your top while you danced. You always seem so much happier when you're doing something hot. That's, like, the sexiest thing about you."

"That might be true," Jenna pursed her lips. "But even if you were just looking at them while I dance, can't ya see how I would be going too far?"

Wes was determined. "You just bent over and did something to me that you literally designed for no other reason than making guys cum on your ass," he pleaded through his shortened breath. "And it was gorgeous. No matter how well your tits move in your top, it would be less erotic than that." He continued, "I know you love showing them off - you should! And I really wanna see them in that tight top. I'll get to see them all night anyway. It'll be fun to see them now."

Fuck. Jenna thought about how she was currently running her butt up and down her son's cock to see how horny she could get him. You basically dry-humped him until he came three frickin times, already. And you're doing it again right now. He fucking came on you. And then you TASTED HIS CUM. Jen, what the fuck is wrong with you, ha-ha?

You fucking loved doing all of that. Jenna wiped her palm across her forehead and laughed at herself. Jen, it's your fucking titties. You show them to eeeveryone. When have you ever turned down showing them off to a hard guy you were messing around with? What, are you afraid you're gonna make him jizz in his pants? You know you're gonna make him cum anyway. If he wants to watch your titties bounce in a tube top that badly, you might as well have fun driving him up the fucking wall one last time before it's all over.

Wes could see the gears churning in his mom's head as she fell into a mechanical form of dancing. He didn't want to interrupt her internal dialogue. You said your piece. Let her think, dude. No matter what she says, you'll still have that new move that makes you cum.

Jenna stopped grinding on her son's lap and turned back to him. "I don't agree with your point that just because I did some things means that I should do others. But, I also realize it would pretty much defeat the point of me going braless in a tight, sheer top like this if I weren't going to show my tits off." Jenna bit her lip.

"Are you serious?!"

The mother shrugged and sighed, "It's a holiday. I'm in a good mood." Jenna had no idea where to begin, but she didn't want to think about it too much. She simply stood up, pushed her son's legs together, turned around, and sat back down at the edge of his knees. For the first time, she was staring at Wes while dancing on his lap.

Wes's pupils were dilated, and he had a dazed smile. In his dreams, his mom was riding his cock with the same hip movement and grin that she had right now. "You're stunning," Wes spouted.

His mom blushed. "My tits?"

"No, like, your face, and everything else. And yeah, of course, your tits too."

It was great to see his mom's teeth and the reactions in her eyes. He realized he had been staring at his mom's eyes and mouth for long enough for it to be weird. There were other things to look at.

He ogled at the light and steady bounce of his mother's firm breasts in her tube top. He shook his head, "Of course."

"Of course what?"

"Of course they look that good. You're right... If I had been looking at 'em during that ass-grazing thing you did, I definitely would've jizzed."

"I get that my lapdances are really hot for you, but you should be able to do some over-the-clothes stuff for a few minutes without blowing your load," Jenna chuckled.

A look of embarrassment came over Wes. "It had never happened before. These times with you have been the - "

"No! No! It's not a bad thing. It was cute when you did it. I've taken it as a major compliment. I just don't want you to be with an attractive and experienced co-ed and then you blow your chance before you can seal the deal." It was an affectionate statement.

"I can't help it. You're ridiculously sexy," Wes admired. "I just get so wrapped up. Everything you do is a turn-on."

Jenna smiled. "Even if that's the case, you can still help yourself relax. I think your problem is that any time you see something arousing, you think, 'Wow, that's so hot. I wanna get naked right now.' Am I right?"

Pretty much. Her impression of him was hilariously bad, but his mom's analysis was spot on. "Yeah, that's right."

"You keep trying to jump ahead to the next level in your mind. Sometimes you'll have to wait a long time before you reach it with someone. Sometimes it never happens. Just enjoy the pleasure in the moment. Always say to yourself, 'If this is the only thing that happens to me, and I walk away blue-balled, then that's okay. The feeling of just being pleasured was worth it.'"

Hmm. Wes nodded in understanding. His mom was right that he had to stop imagining fantasies of what could come next while he was still in the middle of something great. He didn't need to think about cumming. Instead, he could just focus on enjoying the pleasure no matter how long it lasted. "I get it. Solid advice, Mom." They shared an affirming grin.

Jenna's motherly grin, though, quickly turned wicked. "I'm glad you understand my advice. But I wanna see if you can follow it."

Before Wes knew it, Jenna had dug her feet into the ground. She was sliding her hips up his thighs.

The mother stopped moving forward once her thighs parted around her son's torso. She was close enough where his cock, if it somehow bent straight out, would touch the zipper her jeans. Wes, though, couldn't see how close she was because her breasts were mere inches from his face.

"Wow, wow, wow," he breathed on the white polyester fabric.

In a soothing tone, Jenna whispered, "Just relax. Relax your shoulders. Relax your mind. Relax your cock. Take a deep breath." I didn't say to exhale on my chest, Wes. "Good. Just focus on how it feels for me to be sitting on your lap like this. You're allowed to be as horny as you want. It's just that anytime you start imagining doing anything, just focus back on how this feeling is affecting your breathing." Jenna resumed her light grinding.

Wes breathed in and out. He certainly felt more relaxed and in control. He was also insanely horny. "Am I allowed to still talk to you?"

"Yeah, of course. I'm teaching you a trick I picked up to help you avoid cumming so fast. This isn't a monastery."

The broad-chested son laughed as he exhaled. "Right, right. I was just going to say that I like being able to see your nipples through your shirt. I mean, you kind of have to look closely, but it's a big turn-on."

"Yeaahhh... This top is a little thinner than my last one. There weren't exactly a lot of options. But I guess that ended up being a good thing for you," she flirted. Jenna abruptly placed her palms on the sides of her breasts, resting her fingers on top. With her thumbs, she gently massaged her tits, just outside the areolas.

"Oh god," Wes moaned instantly. He envisioned touching them like that.

"Remember what I just taught you. I know it's turning you the hell on - that's why I'm doing it. Just breathe and enjoy it. I could do this for five seconds or five minutes."

Dude, just calm down and enjoy it. Wes quickly gained control through his breathing. "I'm good. I'm good."

Her son's hot breath continued to seep through Jenna's thin top. You know what he's thinking about every time his mind wanders... Now is as good of a time as any. You know he's gonna be thinking about it all night, every other second. Look at what you're wearing; you're not exactly concealing anything. Just get it out of his system now.

"Wes, I'm glad you're learning how to control yourself so quickly. Because I've realized that tonight you're probably going to witness something for the first time. And I think it's best if we both know you can control yourself before it happens in a nightclub," the mother explained.

"What do you mean?"

Jenna sighed and locked eyes with her son. "Even when I'm out in sweaters, somehow, men have good luck getting me out of my top. I am in a sheer tube top tonight, and my nipples are showing through it. So, it's safe to say that at some point tonight, some random guy or guys - maybe even you, if annoy me enough about it -, will end up convincing me to show my tits." She could feel her son's body stiffen beneath her. "So, I was thinking it would be good to do a test run here. I don't want you jizzing your shorts in the middle of a club."

"Yes, let's do it." Wes's answer was immediate.

"If you cum, the lapdance will be over."

"I don't care. Let's do it now. I think a test run is a good idea." Holy shit... it's happening.

The mother poked, "I don't think you actually care about the test run. I think you just wanna see my boobs."

"It's possible," Wes grinned back.

Jenna's heart was pounding through her chest as she stood up and stepped away from the chair. The mother was nervous. She was not concerned about her son sexualizing or lusting after her body (that train had long gone). She had a rising concern that he would realize her breasts were disappointing compared to how they looked in the college video, and her self-confidence would suffer a massive blow. That's stupid, Jen. They're bigger. You're a fucking MILF now. Look at his face. He's fucking crazy about every small thing you do. You're better than ever before.

As the mother locked eyes with her son again, she had no doubt that she was making the right decision.

"Are you watching?"

"Hell yes."

Without any further notice, Jenna reached her arms across her torso, hooked her fingers under the sides of her top, and pulled up.

Wes did not cum. But he certainly needed to. "Fuck me," he dryly blurted.

"So, does that mean you like them?" Jenna cutely shifted her hips. Her exposed breasts rose and fell with her excited breaths.

She fucking did it. Those are fucking perfect. The spellbound son nodded to his mom. "Eleven out of ten. They're even bigger with nothing on. I don't know how." He fought off the urge to touch is demanding cock through his thin shorts.

Jenna blushed, and she brushed back strands of her brunette hair. "Oh yeah? That's a high rating. How do they compare to how they looked in the video?"

"Oh god, definitely better now. I don't know if there's a size difference, but they're at least just as big and firm as they looked in the video. And your areolas look a little bigger, which is definitely nice. I get why every guy wants to get his hands on them," Wes gushed.

Hearing her son talk about how her body was more attractive now than it was in her twenties sent Jenna to cloud nine. Okay, he simply has to know what he's doing (he still didn't). The mother was glowing and feeling herself. She placed her hands on her bare chest and massaged them lightly. "Are you close to cumming yet?"
"Nope! I think I'm good, actually." Wes had nearly orgasmed but didn't, helping him temporarily cool down. "I could stare at your boobs forever."

"Well, this song's gonna end soon. So, we should probably do something about that hard cock of yours," Jenna seductively hinted.

Wes shuddered. "What are we going to do about it? Are we gonna do that ass-grazing thing? Are you gonna drop in between my legs so I can see your tits?"

"We could either of those things," Jenna shrugged, as she strutted toward her son and stepped over his legs. "But now that I taught you that trick, you might be able to last too long from me using just my ass. I think we should face this problem head-on."

No way. No way. No way. Wes was stunned as he felt his mom's fingers push into the center of his chest. His back was held against the wooden chair as his mom sat down on his lap. She pressed her hips forward so that her covered mound was against his pulsating dick. Wes's chin was maybe three inches from his mom's rising and falling breasts. "What are we doing?" he gasped.

"What does it look like? I'm giving you a full lapdance. This is the same way they'd do it at a strip club, except, like I promised you, I give really good ones," Jenna informed.

"So, what makes yours a 'really good' lapdance?" Wes was staring at his mom's bare chest. He wanted it pressed against him.

Jenna lifted Wes's chin with her index finger until he was looking at her face. "I'm gonna build you up as much as I possibly can by teasing you with my tits and grinding into your hard cock. And I'm not gonna stop until after you've finished cumming."

Wes loudly exhaled as his toes curled. "I like that."

The warm breath from Wes's mouth hit the smooth surface of Jenna's breasts. It caused them to swell even more. The mother took a deep breath and began circulating her hips, pressing her denim-veiled vagina into her son's solid shaft. She gripped his t-shirt, holding her in place.

"Ohhh. Ohh, fuck, this is nice." Wes tried to savor the reality that his mom was naked from her waist up and sitting on his lap. He was unrelentingly aroused and his head was in an intoxicated sexual fog. "God, you really know how to work a cock."

"Mmm. So I've been told," the mother smiled widely. She began elevating and dipping her hips, making sure to glide her mound all the way up to the tip of her son's shaft before driving it back down. With every action, Jenna could feel the pressure of Wes's warm, defined penis on her soft labia. Getting into a rhythm, Jenna rolled her shoulders, accentuating the movements of her upper body.

Out of instinct, with his mind too gone to realize it, Wes moved his arms onto his mom's upper back. Jenna noticed the pair of rigid forearms and masculine hands holding her beneath her shoulder blades. I don't even think he knows he's doing it... The mother gave her rule-breaking son a few seconds to correct his mistake.

"No touching," Jenna politely reminded.

A panting Wes brought his hands down. "Sorry. I got lost! Your pussy is so warm. This feels so fucking good."

Woah. Hearing her son mention her "pussy" out loud was simply weird. But with what she was doing, that word was fair game. You've been turning him on talking about your 'tits' and 'ass.' Jen, if this is gonna make him cum faster, then so be it.

"Oh yeah?" Jenna lewdly asked her son, "Do you think feeling my warm pussy grinding into your cock like this is gonna make you cum?"

"Fuck yes! I'm gonna cum so fucking hard," Wes cried. "I love your hands being on my chest."

Jenna dug her nails into her son's chest. "Oh yeah? I'm gonna make you cum really hard? How big of a load do you think you're gonna shoot out?"

A delirious fever spread through Wes's body. "So fucking big. Ahhh. If my shorts were off, my cumload would hit your fucking tits."

The imagery went through Jenna's mind. She looked down at her bobbing chest. "That is a big one. I think it would be really messy - especially remembering how messy you made my clothes that first time."

"You fucking drained me. You, like, forced it all out of me with your ass."

"Oh, I remember," Jenna assured. "Did you like that feeling afterward, after I forced every drop out of you?"

"Ahh-ahhh. Yesss. Mom, it was the greatest feeling ever." He licked his thirsty lips. "I wanna feel your pussy rub my cock that hard. I wanna cum like that again so fucking badly."

"Are you trying to make a special request?"

"Yeahhh," he cried.

Jen, that's fucking stupid. He's gonna cum from what you're doing now.

"Well..." Jenna thought, "You have been behaving yourself. And it's our last one. I might as well send you out the right way."

Jenna wasted no time kicking her feet up and wrapping her legs around Wes and the wooden chair. She squeezed in tightly with her strong thighs and calves. Her pussy became inseparable from the underside of her son's tall erection. "Ahh," a moan escaped.

"Ohhhh." I need to cum in you so bad. Wes noticed his mom changing her grip from his chest to his shoulders. He happily allowed her to rely on his shoulders for leverage.

Jenna pulled herself up on her son's body, her warm mound rubbing his sensitive flesh as it rose. She then made a tight pivot in her hips before grinding back down. Her eyes were closed until she landed on her son's lap.

The mother could feel Wes's girthy shaft pressing into - and pushing aside - her warm pussy lips through her soft jeans and thong. Her thong was sticky.

He did it again. Jenna noticed her son's arms were on her back again. Fuck it, he'll just keep putting 'em back up.

"Harder," Wes lustfully pleaded, exuding the scent of musky sweat and deodorant.

"Wow, you're really pent up. Ahhh. We must be doing a good job then." Jenna's carnal impulses flared. She released her son's shoulders and grabbed hold of the chair's back rails. Her upper body pressed into her son's.

Oh man... The moment his mom's enlarged breasts touched his face, Wes began to doubt reality. Each of her hardened nipples was to the side of his head. Every part of his face below his eyes was buried in his Jenna's cleavage. They're amazing. Wes felt the creamy breasts brush his face as his mom erotically danced up and down.

Holy shit. The hot moisture of her son's breath coated Jenna's boobs, and she glanced down to see his face rubbing between them. "Just go ahead and touch 'em."

"Wait, like, seriously?!"

"They're already touching your face. So why not? Maybe they'll make you cum faster."

Wes's hands trembled as he grabbed as much of his mom's breasts as he could. Jenna threw her head back in a silent gasp. Wes's sweating hands continued groping the ample flesh. "They're fucking perfect, Mom. I'm, like, jealous and happy for every guy that's touched them, hah. They feel so nice." He used his thumbs to create friction on her hard nipples.

"Ohhh-uhhh. Mmm, god." Jenna's feet flexed and her eyes shut. What are you doing? Tell him to stop. "Wes, if you're gonna fucking breathe on 'em and make 'em wet anyway, you might as well just put 'em in your mouth already."

"Are you joking or serious?" Wes gazed up at his mom in a way he could never look at any other person. "Because I wanna do that more than anything."

Woah. Jenna's eyes dilated more when she noticed the deep, entranced gaze in her son's. It was a disarming and intense gaze. Jenna grabbed the sides of her son's face, tilted her head down, and passionately kissed him on the lips. Wes let go of her breasts and placed his hands on the bottom of her face. Their eyes were shut and their lips entangled.

Jenna rested her hands back on her son's shoulders. She amorously angled her neck to further press her lips. Wes subtly parted and closed his mouth twice. Jenna realized what boundary he was testing. The mother, with no reservations, acceptingly parted her lips and slid the length of her soft tongue into his mouth. Wes slipped his tongue into hers. Their tongues sensually massaged each other. The mom and son lowly moaned.

When the long kiss ended. Wes had stars in his eyes. Jenna found herself unusually flustered.

"Well, then," the mother breathed.

The mom and son unsurely chuckled together to break the awkwardness.

"And, um, yeah, to answer your question, my tits and your mouth, um, yeah, that's fair game." Her son was not as tongue-tied as Jenna was as he placed her left breast into his mouth. "Ahh, there we go, Wes. Do the other one." Wes obliged.

Try it again. Wes lifted his head from his mom's breasts in an attempt to kiss her again. His mom promptly kissed him back with her red lips.

When that kiss broke, Jenna touched her lips to her son's ear. "Do you wanna make out with me while we see just how hard we can dry fuck? I wanna use my pussy to see how much cum I can force out of that hard, sexy, big fucking cock of yours."

Wes lurched but he didn't ejaculate. There's no way this is part of the show. She definitely wants to do this. Dude, keep it together. The lucky son was close to just begging his mom to out him out of his torture. "Yesss. Mom, I wanna rub my cock on your pussy so bad."

The mom and son went from slow grinding to impassioned dry fucking in seconds. Jenna rode on Wes's cock the same way she would have if it were inside of her. Wes flexed his meaty shaft while running his hands all over his mom's gorgeous, naked body. The entire time, they made out, swirling their tongues together.

The son took advantage of the situation to do something he wanted to do for some time. Wes lowered one of his hands and, with a mild smack, grabbed and felt up his mom's left buttock. He heard a laughing growl through his mom's occupied mouth.

When it got to the point where Jenna was literally just rubbing her demanding mound straight up and down her son's dick, she knew where things were headed. And for the first time in her life while in this position, Jenna didn't want to go all the way. She knew she loved Wes beyond him being her son. She knew she wanted to fuck his brains out. But she also knew she should avoid sex with him right now. Stop, Jen. Stop! If ya fuck him now he's just gonna wonder if you just did it 'cause you got horny from a lapdance he made you do.

Jenna pushed off of her son and stumbled backward into a standing position.

"Wait, what's wrong?!"

"Nothing," Jenna gasped for air and waved her hand. Get your mind onto something else for a moment. The mother took a moment to think. "Go sit on the couch."

"What? Why?" Wes feared it was all over and somehow made a critical error.

The mother sensed her son's fear of being blue-balled. Her son had no reason to worry because them leaving the room unsatisfied was never an option. Jenna brushed her hair long brunette hair back, and she mischievously announced, "You and I are going to watch porn together. And while we're watching it, I'm gonna stroke your cock."

"Yes, please." Wes didn't know how much longer his heart could beat this fast. His mom was relentless, and he was in the palm of her hand.

"Go get your laptop and your lotion. I'm gonna grab towels."

In less than a minute, the mom and son were back in the living room together. Jenna laid towels over the couch cushions. Wes set his laptop and masturbation lotion on the coffee table.

"So, how are we going to do this?" he asked.

In a more relaxed tone, Jenna instructed, "Just sit back and enjoy the video. You can look at me, but try to focus on the video. I'm gonna have one hand on your cock, and the other in my pussy. Both of us are going to cum, we're going to clean ourselves up, and then I'm going to put that slutty top back on so we can go out together."

There were no flaws with that plan. Dude, just drop your shorts. Do it now in case she changes her mind. The young man tugged his funky shorts and boxers down to his knees and took a seat on the couch.

Jenna's attention flipped over to the fully exposed cock. It throbbed in every vein and stretch of smooth skin. Wes's pink cockhead rested on his lower abdomen. His large testicles looked like they needed to be drained. "You're a very healthy young man," Jenna offered the mother-like compliment.

"Thanks!" Wes was humbly embarrassed. "So, what do you wanna watch?"

"Let's watch one of yours."

"Huh? One of my videos? Wasn't the whole point of this to get me away from it?"

"No. The point of this is to make sure you get a good job and can't be blackmailed. You already made these videos, so we can enjoy them all we want."

Wes took it as an honor. He quickly logged into his admin account. "Which one do you wanna watch? I can't choose."

Jenna cleverly suggested, "Let's watch one of the 'Brook' ones - the MILF teacher trying to make the young student cum like crazy. That seems appropriate."

Wes swallowed. He started the video. As he leaned into the couch cushions, he watched his mom's hand reach in front of the screen before pumping the nozzle of the lotion bottle twice. She's actually doing it.

Avoiding reigniting her desire to hop on his lap, Jenna merely glanced from the corner of her eye as she gripped her son's cock. She heard him gasp from the cool relief, and then she turned her eyes to the laptop screen.

The experience was confusing for Wes. After how intense they had just been, his mom was now practically ignoring his presence. Her hand was deftly stroking his lotioned cock, but her lack of attention made her seem disinterested. Dude, just say something. "I like the way you're stroking my cock. You don't even need to look, do you?"

His mom smiled warmly, but she didn't turn to him. "I'm just getting familiar with it right now. When I start actually stroking your sexy cock, you'll know it."

Wes muttered hotly. He peered down in amazement at his mom's familiar hand gracefully lathering his malleable skin. It was remarkable what she was able to blindly do using muscle memory. Despite the soothing pleasure, Wes was unsure if his mom was into it. "So, why are you just staring at the screen? Do you not wanna be doing this. Could we look at each other a little bit?"

The mother still didn't turn. "I'm half-naked and sitting right next to you. You just had your tongue in my mouth. You just sucked my tits. And my wet pussy just dry fucked your cock. And, now, we're watching filthy porn together while I jerk you off." Jenna then slipped her fingers under her mom jeans and thong. She pressed them into her soaked pussy lips. "So, Wes, you can either question whether I actually want to be doing all of these things with you; or, you can sit back, relax, cum to this video with me, and then take me out in that sexy top that I am quite happily wearing for you."

Wes didn't ask any more questions.

The porn video and its storyline progressed. The enticing plot only made Wes and Jenna each think more about what they had just done with the person next to them. In the video, it was just a woman masturbating with a sex toy that she pretended was a young man. But the porno was having its intended effect. Both Wes and Jenna had to wipe perspiration from their heads.

They now watched the climax of the porn. Jenna could have finished off her son at will, but she wanted him to last through the video. "Getting close?" Jenna suggestively asked. She allowed her handjob to become more inspired. The mother enjoyed playing with her son's sex organ, and she was now manipulating it in the nuanced way that she had learned from experience.

Of course, I'm close! To his mom's amusement, it was clear that Wes was focusing on his breathing to stop himself from cumming. "No, not quite yet. Are you close?"

Jenna laughed, "I can orgasm when I want to." She finally turned to her son and offered him the same warm, seductive smile. "Honey, I know I've been tormenting you for a long time now. But, if you just say the word, I promise you that I'll give you the hottest, most intense, and quickest handjob you'll ever receive. I wanna finish you in a way that no other woman could possibly finish you." He's gonna want it now.

"Uhhhh- ohhh." Go for it, man! "Ok. I'm ready for it. You can do it now." Wes had loved and savored every moment of being horny with his mom, but he desperately needed relief. He pulled his shirt up high in anticipation.

His mom's smile grew wider. But then, instead of his mom furiously masturbating him, Wes watched as she pulled her other hand out from under her jeans.

Jenna held two glistening fingers under her son's nose. Wes closed his eyes as he inhaled the aroma. "Oooooh, wow. Is that-?"

"My pussy juice? Yeah, it is. I'm glad you like the smell." Jenna shockingly stuck her fingers into her son's moaning mouth.

In utter disbelief, Wes closed his mouth around his mom's sweet fingers. It was heaven. He then felt his mom's wet lips press against his ear.

"Now we're even." Jenna held her fingers in his mouth. She waited for the look of wonderment and confusion on her son's face. "You see," she whispered, "you know that time you blew your load all over my back? Afterward, in my bathroom, I pinched some of your hot cum off my shirt, played with it in my fingers, and I tasted just a drop of it with my tongue." Jenna then pumped her son's penis once, making him lurch. "And after I tasted that one drop of your salty cum, I decided to slip my fingers in my mouth - just like what I'm doing it to you right now - and then I sucked, licked, savored, and swallowed your warm sperm until I was positive that I had digested every. single. drop."

The mother firmly pumped her son's shaft a second time.

"Ahhhhhh!! Ohhh- ohhh!"

Jenna directed the thick ropes of her son's semen onto his muscular chest and abs. The mother and son both watched the twitching cock ejaculate.

Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. When Wes finally stopped wailing, he sunk back into the couch and looked at the enormous mess he made. White liquid ran from his navel up to his pecs. He could hardly breathe. His broad chest gasping for air. He turned to his mom. "Oh, that was- that was- holy. Oh, just- wow."

Jenna lovingly peered down on her son. "I can honestly say that I've never had more fun giving a handjob."

Wes was astonished - astonished by what just happened, by how much he came, by the secret his mom had told him, and by his mom in general. "Was that real?! Did you actually do that, Mom? Did you actually taste my cum, or were you just tryin' to get me off?"

The mother was silent. She held her gaze in her son's eyes. "Don't you ever forget what I was able to do to you." Jenna lowered her head. She carefully ran her tongue from just above his softening cockhead, all the way up to his strong chest.

Jenna then held her forehead against Wes's. Her lips were parted to show him how much of his fresh load that was resting on her palette. Some dripped down her chin. In an act of passion, Jenna pressed her lips to her son's as she swallowed and moaned.

The mom then slid her tongue into her son's mouth and swirled. Wes's body jolted at the taste of his salty remnants. He then grabbed his mom's head and kissed her back.

After kissing like lovers, Jenna licked Wes's lip to gather a blob of cum that had stuck on from her chin.

Jenna pulled away before standing up and wiping her hands off on one of the towels. With her son in stunned silence, it was hard to suppress her self-satisfied grin. "Go get yourself cleaned up. You have a date in a little bit."
***** Ch. 25

Upstairs in her bathroom, Jenna splashed cold water on her face. She had to reapply her makeup anyway. The mother examined the dark stains on the front of her jeans. It's safe to say these are done for the night.

It took discipline for her to not finish from when she was fingering herself. And it took discipline not to fuck her son when she wanted to. Jenna Hawn needed to cum too. But she wasn't ready for the intoxicating feeling inside to die. At this point, she already knew that the only way she was going to cum tonight was with her son's dick buried inside of her. He has no idea how fucking lucky he's about to be, Jenna bit her lip.

In his bathroom, Wes showered the sweat and stickiness from his skin. He could still feel the residue from where his mom licked his body. How is this real? Is this just her doing everything possible to get you to ditch the porn stuff? No, dude, come on. She swallowed your cum! Your mom doesn't lick your cum and let you suck her tits just to get you to quit a job. Then again, she's a total slut. This might be no big deal for her whatsoever. All of this shit might just be as intimate a handshake for her. As crazy as it seemed on paper, it still seemed plausible to Wes that his mom did not desire him specifically. She looked like she wanted it. But still, she could just get into the mood like that with every guy.

***** Ch. 26

Regardless of any doubts, Wes was thrilled to be going out to party with his mom. When he walked back downstairs, he was wearing spring khakis with his pink shirt. He also had a backwards hat on and had bandages on his arm.

Jenna confusingly glanced. She was refueling with juice and a snack.

"I'm going as a skateboarder now," Wes explained. "My shorts were soaked through, and I didn't wanna have a shorts tent in the nightclub."

"I changed my outfit too! For a similar reason." Jenna stepped out from behind the counter. She was still wearing her sheer, white tube top. But now she was wearing black workout tights and black heels. She had ditched her 90s accessories, and instead, she had tucked a long strip pack of condoms into her waistband so that they hung down her side. "My mom jeans were a bit of a mess. I could've put on skinny jeans and been 'a hot mom in a slutty top'. But then I figured that harder jeans would be going a little backward for you, and I also wanted to keep the 'spirit' of my original costume." Jenna held out her arms and slowly rotated. "So, woolah! College Slut."

Wes applauded her creativity, as well as her sex appeal, as she spun. "I really wanna press my cock against your ass right now."

"I take it you like the tights?"

Wes dryly nodded. This was better than the original costume.

"Well, how about you finally take me to this party, and maybe I'll let you see what they feel like there."

***** Ch. 27

It was dark out when Jenna and Wes walked into the smaller club just outside of the bar district.

There was nothing necessarily intriguing about the nightclub. It was one large, long room where the front half was a bar and seating area. The back half was a dancefloor that could hold maybe thirty people. Of course, tonight, the club was close to full with everyone in costume.

"Mom, what do you want to drink?"

"I can my buy my own drinks," Jenna proudly informed. She wanted to tell him that she was already saving money to pay him back for his debt loan.

But Wes smacked his head first. "I know you can. I don't spend money on you because I think you can't afford things. I do it because I care about you and I wanna feel like I'm making your life better. So, put your pride aside for 5 seconds and tell me what the hell you want to drink." The son was laughing.

Jenna grudgingly smiled, "Fine. Just buy me a beer." She stepped behind her son, wrapped her arms around his chest and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you, Honey. I know I can be a little stubborn at times. I'm glad that you've always been on my team, just like I'll always be on yours. I'm really proud that you're my son."

Before Wes could tell her to stop being mushy, Jenna quickly whispered, "And after what has happened this past month, I now have a few more special reasons to be proud of you - reasons that most moms won't ever get to have."

"That's nice," Wes breathed. "And you'll actually have a more normal reason to be proud of me tomorrow. I'm gonna accept one of those job offers."

"Don't."

"What?" Wes heard the urgency in her voice.

"Don't do that," the mother stood up straight. "I let someone stop me from being independent and living my dreams at your age. I was going to tell you later, but I might as well tell you now - I want you to run your website. You found what you want to do, and it makes you happy. You shouldn't give up on that for anyone. I trust you to be smart."

"Really? Wasn't this whole thing about me stopping? So, if I said I wanted to go back to running the site, is our night over?"

"We made our deal because I didn't want to have to frightened about your future, and you wanted to experience me in a sexual way. I think we both got what we wanted, and a lot more. If you wanna run your site again, the worst thing I'd do is start texting you at school to nitpick scenes and offer plot suggestions."

"Oh god, I'll just shut it down then. That's a living hell."

"Oh yeah?" Jenna took her son's hand as they grabbed their beers. "I want you dancing with me ASAP."

At long last, Wes was holding a beer in one hand and his mom's waist in the other as they danced together under the moving lights. He admired how she seemed to feel a deeper energy in places like this - an energy he couldn't quite feel. He was mesmerized by her eyes and lips. Her revealing outfit also did a fair job of earning his attention.

Jenna turned around, giving her son and his erection open access to her tights-covered ass. Wes stepped into his mom and planted his cock between her warm, well-defined butt cheeks.

"Ohhh, that's smooth." His mom's ass slid and swiped across his rod with ease and pleasure.

Wes was not the only one who could feel the closer contact. Jenna found herself wishing that he was still in his shorts. "Can you imagine if I had been wearing these during our dances? I would've had a lot more fun, too."

"I can't even imagine. Your ass would have looked and felt even better." The son ran his hands along his mom's soft-covered thighs. The sleek pressure on his steel bar was intense. "My cock can go so much deeper into your ass when you're in these."

Yes, it can. "Oh yeah?" Jenna spun around. She and her son playfully kissed each other and got a better view of each other's bodies. "Before we see how much deeper it can go, I want you to enjoy some other things about me. You can see me in my tights almost every day. This top, however," Jenna pressed her chest into her son's, "is a treat just for tonight."

For Wes, the sensation of the large, firm breasts pushing up and into his pecs was divine. There was not much cleavage, but the 36Cs ballooned up in the white top. The horny 21-year-old switched between making out with his mom and staring down at her inviting chest as their legs rubbed together. He placed his hands on her bare midriff.

Unsurprisingly, the provocatively dressed and seductively dancing Jenna was receiving a lot of attention. But she was happily occupied. Wes got a kick how every time a guy checked Jenna out, they would then glance at him, do a double-take, and then try to piece together how in the world he ended up dancing with her. They probably think I'm some tech founder who just sold his company.

"So, are you having a good time? Is this as good as you wanted it to be?"

"Obviously! And I love that everyone can see us out together in public. I like everyone seeing how hot you are and that you're being sexy with me. It's exciting."

Jenna bit down on her glossed lip. "Oh yeah? Does it turn you on to know you're with the girl that every other guy wants to fuck?" She tugged on the front of her tube top, revealing a teasing amount of cleavage. She then shoved her round butt into Wes's dick and threw her arms back behind his neck.

The well-partied mother sensually rocked her hips down her son's body. She squatted as low as she could before grinding her way back up. Jenna then tantalizingly bent over and arched her back, giving her son a spectacular view of her butt and giving his cock deeper access. Wes subtly bucked his hips and pressed his shaft into the crevasse.

Wes swiveled his neck to see that there was a lot of attention on his mom, and also on himself. She was trying to make him feel special with all of the attention, and he appreciated it. "Christ, I almost feel like I should be wearing one of those condoms."

Erotically, Jenna snapped up and turned into her son. Just as she always had, Jenna savored the energy that the audience created. There were about ten people keeping an eye on the interesting and provocative couple. The mother lifted her beer bottle over her son's mouth and poured the remaining sips onto his tongue. In another surprise, her index finger stretched out and tickled his cock.

Wes jolted and coughed up the beer onto his chin and shirt. Jenna and Wes were hysterical. Onlookers had their hands over their mouths in equal amounts of shock, arousal, and humor.

"Ah, boy." The beer splashed down onto his chin and neck. He watched it trickle and run underneath his shirt. He then looked back at his mom.

Jenna grasped her son's shoulders, raised an eyebrow, and confidently looked into his eyes. "What did we learn?" Her son shook his head, so Jenna taught, "Condoms are a necessary evil for strangers. But when it comes to people we're really close to, isn't life a little more fun when one person can surprise another with a sticky mess that runs down their body?"

Wes didn't know if it was okay to say it. "Mom, I wanna fuck you so bad."

Jenna's body jerked and then felt lighter. I can't believe I just heard him say that. She kissed her son's lower neck and licked the beer going down his chin and then his mouth. She let her son's tongue enter her mouth, and she responded with hers. They passionately made out and ran their hands along each other's bodies.

"Wes, do you know if there are any really private bathroom stalls here?"

Wes's eyes widened. He had fantasized constantly about fucking his mom in the bathroom on this night ever since she had told him her wild story. He had imagined how it would work and where they would do it. But then, of course, it was always a silly dream. "There are a couple of those handicapped bathrooms. We can go into one of those," he panted.

"Take me there."

The trembling nervousness returned to Wes's body. He was holding his mom's warm hand as he knocked on the wooden door. It didn't appear that anyone could see them, not that they cared.

Wes opened the door to the private bathroom. It was clean, had a dark tiled floor, had a potted fern, and it smelled like airy soap. Jenna quickly slid inside the door and locked it behind her.

When the click of the lock sounded, there was instantly a more serious atmosphere. There was no longer any plausible deniability about where things were going to end up. Wes was not sure how far they would go, but Jenna did. As far as Jenna was concerned, they were in there for one reason, and it was going to occur before that door opened again.

Not wanting to sober up from her high or risk second-guessing herself, Jenna wasted no time. "Take 'em off."

"What?"

"You heard me. Take your pants off."

Wes obediently removed his shoes and tugged his jeans down his thighs. "What about my boxers?"

The mother's tongue touched her lips as she nodded slowly. "Yeah, those too. And make a show out of it." She walked over and sat down on the toilet cover.

The son grinned. He knew his mom was toying with him, and he wanted to become her favorite sex toy. Wes had little experience stripping, but he had learned some principles from watching his mom all this time. After his jeans were down to his ankles, he kicked them at his mom. He missed, but Jenna bit her lip anyway.

When he was down to just his elastic boxers, his mother's focus was squarely on the thick erection trapped inside the gray material. Dark spots had formed. Jenna wondered whether or not some of it had soaked through her tights.

"This is pretty fucking sexy," Jenna encouraged. "I don't think any guy has ever stripteased his cock for me before. I'm excited to see what you have planned."

With more expectations, Wes scrapped his plan to just slowly lower his boxers. Instead, he stepped before his seated mom and lightly stroked his outlined shaft with his fingers. It seemed risky, but so far his mom was only becoming more engaged.

Jenna brushed her hair back behind her ear, tilted forward, and made a popping sound with her lips.

Emboldened, Wes stepped closer to his mom until he was standing over her legs and the toilet. His boxers were a foot from her face. He tugged on the sides of the stretchy gray material, exaggerating the outline of his erection. The mother was sure her son's throbbing manhood was going to spring out. But instead, Wes let go of his boxers and lifted his shirt.

An impressed Jenna admired her son as he methodically pulled his shirt over his head. She examined his twisting and flexing muscles as he worked the pink top off. When he finished, Wes looked down at Jenna's face to make sure that what he did was okay.

"You know, if you had walked around the house shirtless more, you probably would have been secretly stripping for me in restrooms much sooner."

The son was embarrassed by the compliment. "I'll remember that for now on."

He went back to tugging on his boxers. He then pinched his sac underneath of his balls in order to lift them up and show them off.

"Those look fun to suck on," Jenna winked.

The imagery went through Wes's mind, and it was hard not to just rip everything off and go after his mom. Instead, he placed his free hand on his mom's shoulder and guided her back against the ceramic tank. He then stepped even farther over her to where he was straddling her upper thighs. His cock was inches from her face.

Well then... Jenna was used to being in control. In reality, she still was. But she was enjoying letting her son run the show, and she was more than willing to comply with whatever he had planned.

She's not stopping you. Go for it. Wes rolled one of his boxer legs up until he was able to pull his testicles out from under it. He could see his mom's surprised eyes looking at his large, smooth assets. And just as his mom would do, Wes shuffled forward again so that his exposed balls were an inch from her lips. He could feel his testicles being coated in his mom's hot, moist breath.

Not able to help herself, Jenna darted her tongue out and licked her son's left ball. When her exhilarated son looked at her, Jenna offered a mischievous glance. "I'm sorry. I know touching isn't allowed. I promise I'll contain myself from now on," she sarcastically apologized.

And not able to help himself, Wes thrust his hips forward just enough to where his scrotum rested on his mom's lips, teasingly brushing it side to side. It was mere seconds before Jenna was kissing her son's testicles and enveloping them in her mouth.

"Ahhhh. Why does that feel so good?" Wes's eyes were bright, and he was truly amazed at this new experience.

Jenna did not respond. She just continued to listen to her son's groans and lovingly working his balls with her mouth.

As much as he didn't want to tear away, Wes felt like he was going to cum from that alone. Jenna sensed her son tugging away, so she opened her mouth to free the saliva-soaked package.

Wes now wanted to test what would happen if he "accidentally" let his bare cockhead get too close. The young man again tugged at the sides of his boxers. He was still straddling his mom's thighs, but at a safer distance. As he pulled the material, the elastic waistband caught the bulbous head atop the long cock.

The onlooking mother gawked in anticipation as her son tantalizingly yanked the boxers down his legs. It got to the point where his shaft was parallel to the ground, and it seemed that the friction could no longer hold. Jenna could see the entire length of his creamy, white shaft but not the pink cockhead. She was biting her lip at the thought of it finally snapping up toward the sky.

But just as the friction began to give way, Wes pulled his boxers back up to their normal position.

"Uuugh," Jenna sighed. She was both playful and sincerely disappointed. She suddenly found herself marveling at the restraint that her son had shown over the last month when she had been torturing him with her mind and body.

"Mom, you just have to enjoy each moment. You can't think about what's about to happen next. I could take it out in two seconds. I may never even take it out. You just have to enjoy the feeling of being teased now." Wes shot a sly grin.

What a smartass. "Touche," Jenna smirked. "But you're forgetting that I can always make you do whatever I want, whenever I want."

"Because you're my mom?"

"In a way..." Jenna breathed. She felt the nectar between her pussy lips. "If you understand a guy and what he wants, you can control his dick. And if you can control his dick, you can get him to do anything. And, Wes, I know you and what you want better than anyone else ever will, including you."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah," Jenna nodded. "I always know exactly what you want, and I am the only one who can actually provide it to you. That's why I know you're about to stop teasing me and take your cock out already."

Wes swallowed and rocked his hips as he stood. He had no doubts about what his mom was saying, but he had learned by now that it paid off to challenge her. "Really? You seem pretty cocky about that. What do you think that you can 'provide' me that will get me to do whatever you want?"

In a similar manner as her son, Jenna seductively worked her way out of her white tube top. "Part of the reason you're in love with me and wanna fuck me is that I'm your mom, right?" Jenna poked. "Because I've been thinking about how much things have changed - how both of us are now single adults, how you're already behaving like the man of the house, how we've stripped for each other, how we've already dry fucked, how we've eaten each other's cum, and how now the idea of you being my son, especially when you're really grinding deeply into my ass and pussy, makes things so much fucking- " Jenna broke off and huffed. "Never mind. My point is, I'm considering making a big change to our relationship, and right now, for some reason, the idea of you ripping those boxers off, whipping out that sexy cock of yours, sticking it right in between these, and showing me just how much you love me and want me as a mom and as a hot fucking slut - that might really help me make that decision."

"Wait, what?" The nearly naked son could almost feel his mom's words dripping down his steaming body. "What big decision are you making?"

The mother was unfazed and seemingly bored by the question. "10... 9... 8... 7..." She picked her white top off the ground and prepared to put it back on.

"Wait!" Wes threw his boxers down his legs and kicked them away.

The faked fatigue left Jenna's face, and she smiled in entertainment as Wes's cock slapped against his abdomen as he stepped over her. Wes grabbed the shirt from his mom's hand and tossed it to the other end of the bathroom.
"Mmmm, fuck," Jenna quietly complimented. She took her ample breasts into her hands and gazed lustfully at her son. "6... 5... 4... You're very much a grown man now. I can't do everything for you. 3... 2..."

A panicked Wes grabbed his mom's shoulders for balance and thrust his erection into the deep cleavage before him. Jenna quickly pressed her breasts together, trapping the youthful penis.

It was a reversal of roles, as Wes was now hovering over Jenna while she was seated. "It's a good thing you acted quickly. I almost had my top back on, and I was thinking I'd end up walking out the door."

Looking down at his cleverly grinning mom, Wes knew he had been manipulated again. She had literally told him she was going to, and it still worked. "Please don't use that power for anything evil, ha-ha."

"Evil? Never. Bad? I won't make any promises."

The mother and son took a moment to inspect how Wes's cock rested between Jenna's firm, squeezed breasts. His cockhead breached the surface of the buoyant flesh.

"Okay, this is hot," Wes beamed. "I like how I can see it now. I wanna watch it disappear."

"Mmm. And I wanna watch it reappear. You should be proud. Not many cocks have poked through." Jenna knew she shouldn't, but she couldn't help herself. "Your father's didn't fit through."

"So, I am bigger than him?" Woah, dude!

Jenna raised her brow. "Longer, thicker, heavier, harder, smoother, bigger balls, better-tasting cum, and much more energetic." Her son's face lit up. "Like I said, you're the real man of the house now. And I bet you have been for some time."

The grip on Jenna's shoulders tightened. Wes was no longer concerned that this was all just meaningless fun for his mom. The things she had done with him were tied to something deeper. "I wanna fuck your tits so bad."

Jenna rolled her eyes. "I know. It's almost like I had you do all of this because I wanted you to do it too."

Wes slowly bucked his hips up and down. Jenna's boobs were sweaty, but she started spitting onto her chest to provide more lubricant. Her bare chest felt every unique sensation of her son's pulsating cock. "How does it feel? Tell me."

"Uhh-uh. It feels so good between your tits. It looks amazing too."

"Yeah, I know. Be dirtier. Tell me what it's like knowing your cock is buried inside my body."

"Oh, fuck." Dude, she's not gonna care. Say anything. "I want it to be inside of you. It belongs inside of you like this. I wanna coat your tits and chin in my cum and watch you lick it all up."

"Yeah? Tell me more."

"I fucking love how your spit feels on my dick. It looks so fucking slutty and hot when you do it. It makes me feel like you're gonna put it in your mouth until I blow."

Jenna sighed. "Oh yeah, honey? Do you have any idea how easy it would be for me to suck your cock right now?"

Oh god. "Would you do that? I want you to do it."

The mother laughed loudly. "Wes, in college I blew guys just for walking me home. We've done way worse stuff. A bj is like a handshake - a handshake I've mastered."

Wes was horny from the idea of his mom agreeing to blow him as well as the idea of her being so practiced. Wes was thrilled, but he wanted to keep testing, without being too obvious. Just see how far you can go. She's saying no to nothing. "I like the sound of that. But I wanna grind on you first."

"You what?" Jenna was surprised and a little confused. But she was susceptible. "How do you wanna do that?"

You got this. She won't leave. Wes thought. "I want you to bend over the sink. My cock's out now. I wanna see how far I can get it inside of you through your leggings. I wanna see your face and tits in the mirror when I do it."

Jenna popped up and pressed her bare chest into her son's. They made out passionately.

"Fuck, Mom, I love the feeling of you being naked against me like this."

"Me, too." Jenna then kissed his neck and kissed all the way down his hard body. When she got to his cock, she kissed his tip, swirling her tongue to gather his precum. She then swallowed and kissed her way back up.

Wes could not believe his mom had actually kissed his dick. He then felt his mom's soft lips against his ear.

"I'll bend over that fucking sink for you. But you have to promise to grab and touch literally anything you want, and promise you'll try as hard as you can to get inside me."

The son nodded breathlessly. "Okay."

"And a piece of advice," Jenna turned back as she approached the sink, "tug my hair."

With the confidence of somebody who had been in this position many times, Jenna's heels clacked on the tile floor before the sink. She bent over in front of the mirror and placed her hands on the front of the granite counter. She knew that she was going to have to be strong.

Wes approached from behind, and his mom seemingly offered her ass up to him, wrapped in her black tights. He looked into the mirror and saw his mom's anxious face and barely hanging breasts.

The nude son glanced down to see that his mom's cameltoe was facing him and was in line with his cock. She's gonna love this. It's the type of thing she goes crazy for. Wes breathed one last time. In one motion, he gripped his mom's waistband and tugged her tights over her ass. He used his fingers to yank her thong to the side. In an instant, Wes led his tongue into his mom's soaking wet cunt.

"Ooooooh- What are you- aahhh-ohh. Fuck!"

Squatting behind his mom, Wes summoned every lesson and every trick he had learned from his casual sex life. He knew that he was not the greatest yet, but he knew that he could be effective. And with how open and warm his mom's labia already were, effective was all that was needed.

Oh no no no. Alarm bells were going off Jenna's head. She had decided that she was going to fuck him, but she had wanted things to escalate on her terms. Things had always escalated on her terms. Feeling her son's tongue inserted in her vagina and his mouth vulgarly making out with her pussy, Jenna moaned and whimpered many things. But one word she never said was "stop."

With her knees weakened from getting taken by surprise, Jenna's eyelids fluttered in the mirror. Her head dropped slightly. Fuck, Jen. You're allowed to cum. Let him make you cum. He got you.

"Yeah, Wes, keep going! Keep fucking going. It's fucking yours. I wanna cum on your fucking face. I wanna watch you swallow it all. Fuck you're hot, ahhhhh!"

She wants it! Wes had a lot to say, but he feared pulling his mouth away would ruin his rhythm. He slid one hand from the back of his mom's leg up to her hip and lovingly massaged her body. Jenna bent over even more as she leaned her forearm into the front of the counter. She reached her other hand back and grabbed her son's hand.

The flood of acidic nectar into Wes's mouth increased. His cheeks were glistening, and his mom was practically fucking his face. When Jenna's hand painfully clenched his, Wes knew what was coming. He was overwhelmingly proud and also anxious about making sure he finished the job.

Wes firmly pressed his face in between his mom's thighs, swirled his tongue, and sucked and kissed with all of his facial and neck muscles. Looking at her own face in the mirror, through her watery distant eyes, Jenna faintly grinned for the last time before shutting her eyelids and temporarily losing control of her body.

Suddenly, Wes felt his mom's body convulse into his face. Liquid squirt into his mouth, onto his chin, and down his neck and chest. It stained his already stained shirt. The young man gripped his mom's legs and held her steady.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhhhh!! FUUUUUUCK!!!!!! Uuugh!!" Jenna's mouth was agape and moaning. Her head was smushed sideways on the cold granite. It felt as though her legs and body were not hers, and she could hear white noise in her ears. She could scarcely remember a sensation like this, and she knew it was largely due to who she knew was behind her.

The scent and taste overwhelmed Wes's senses. His instincts told him not to let go no matter what. He knew that his mom would not abandon him in a moment like this. She would wait there no matter what, swallow as much as she possibly could, and hold him tightly. Wes had never experienced a female orgasm this strong, but he was determined to do what his mom would do for him.

As the orgasm subsided, Wes noticed that he was largely responsible for his mom's ability to stay on her feet. Jenna's eyes flickered open in her exhaustion. She turned on a faucet and lunged forward to drink as much water as she could.

Both the mother and son heaved and panted. They soon regained their sense of strength and their sense of reality. Jenna used her hand, which was still tightly holding her son's, to show her appreciation. She was not ready to speak yet, but she lightly massaged his fingers with her thumb.

Wes responded by softly kissing her thighs and booty. He then noticed that his mom's legs were regaining their balance. Her head and neck rose.

"Mmm," the mother finally cooed as she recovered her confident and energetic posture. She reached behind her and tapped on her son's chin, motioning for him to rise. For the first time since he started, Wes could see his mom's lustful face and starry eyes.

"How was it?"

Jenna studied the wetness on her son's face through the mirror. She rocked back lightly so that her bare ass was snugly pressed into his warm erection. "Did you get it all?" she playfully inquired.

By now, Wes was learning well. He dropped down again and took a long slow lick. When he heard his mother moan, Wes rose to his feet and licked his fingers in the mirror. "As much as I possibly could."

"Good." A satisfied Jenna stood straight up and leaned back into her son's body and arms. She placed her son's hands on the front of her waist and laughed, "So what made you think that you could get away with that?"

Wes laughed loudly, swiping his erection into his mom's butt cheeks. "I took a big gamble. I had a good feeling that you'd like it and wouldn't stop me."

"That's fucking hot. I mean, never do that with any woman other than me." Jenna could see her son begin to shake his head profusely. "I know. I know you knew that this was a special circumstance. I'm your mom - I have to say things like that." Jenna rested her neck on her son's shoulder. She began softly swiping her hips in response to her son's movement. "You know, when I felt you pull my tights down and move my thong out of the way, I thought you were about to stick it in," she laughed.

"No, I wanted to try eating you out first." Wes swallowed and massaged his mom's stomach with his thumbs. "What would you have done if I stuck it in, though?"

"Let's just say that you were smart to eat me out," Jenna assured. She had fully returned to her lively self. Her upper body separated from her son's, and her butt more methodically rubbed into Wes's cock in sync with the music filtering in from outside the bathroom. "I had told you to dry fuck me as hard as you wanted. Actually putting it in there would have been a mistake for you..."

"Why would it have been such a big mistake?" Wes circulated his hips, forcefully smearing his package.

Jenna bit her lip. She brushed her hair behind her ear and looked into her son's eyes through the mirror. "Because, honey, as I'm sure you already know, I'm fucking amazing at sex. I can do things to you in a bed, in a car, or in a bathroom that you will never forget. I can work your cock in ways where every time you have sex with any other women after me, you'll just be thinking about me." The mother saw her son gulp. She ran her hand down her chest and body. "You had my legs trapped in leggings, and my thong was pressing into the side of my pussy. Wes, I don't care how horny you are or how badly you need relief, I don't want you to ever make the mistake of burying your cock into my pussy if I'm not in the position to be fucking amazing. I promise you, nothing in your life will ever feel better than you giving me as much as attention, energy, and dirty talk as you can while I, without restraint, tease and work your cock until you drain every ounce from those juicy balls as far inside of me as you can get it."

Wes was literally speechless. He was stunned by the greatest statement he had ever heard. His reply was his dropped jaw and a tighter grip on his mom.

I think I broke him. "You're not gonna make that mistake with me, are you?"

"No, never," Wes moistened his mouth. "Am I gonna get to feel that feeling?"

Jenna cheekily grinned. "You know, it's funny. Every time I've walked into the bathroom with a guy or two, I've ended up fucking a guy and sucking a dick. And I've been really dirty with them - every time. But this is the first time that a guy has eaten me out and forced me to cum before I expected to. So, I'm gonna change things up a bit."

Please, just tell me what we can do. "In what way?"

"I'm not going to suck your dick."

Wes could tell that his mom was scheming, but he didn't see how that could make a sexy plan better. "No? I think it would be hotter if you did."

The brunette mother turned around and squatted. She took a long, slow lick up her son's shaft. She then, to his awe, took the length of his penis into her throat. Jenna gagged slightly but delivered three blows before pulling away and standing back up to face her son. "Ok, if you're that horny for it, I'll do you that little favor," she rolled. "But I can give you a much better one at home when my legs and head aren't buzzing from a lights-out orgasm, ha-ha." There were a few things in that sentence that Wes wanted to discuss, but Jenna continued, "And I could do fucking nasty and tricky things with you, but I think those are best left to try on a mattress." Once again, Wes opened his mouth, but he shut it as Jenna ran her fingers up his cock. "So, I was thinking that, instead, you just go take a seat over there. Then I can show you how I want to finish every lapdance that you end up talking me into giving you from now on."

Dude, it's happening. You did it. All that fucking work, you did it. I don't know how, but holy shit. By the time Wes wandered over to the toilet and sat down on the cover, Jenna was fully nude. She allowed Wes to savor the complete aesthetic.

"You're beautiful," he blurted.

Jenna bobbed on her feet. "Thanks. And I am quite happy that you look the way you do."

They laughed. Wes then motioned, "A landing strip, huh? I guess I should have expected it."

"Oh yeah? Why's that?"

"I don't know - mature but fun? It's like you expect it to be seen."

Jenna strutted toward her son. "I touched it up before we went out tonight."

"For me?!"

The mother sat down on her son's thighs and shrugged. "I had a hunch you'd get lucky." She took her son's erection in her hand and held it up in the air.

Wes and Jenna kissed as Jenna guided the cockhead into her soft mound. They each moaned as Jenna slid down the length of the shaft. It was incredible for Wes to finally be on the inside.

The mother and son looked into each other's eyes and smiled. Jenna's entire weight rested on Wes's legs and torso.

"I wanna fuck you so hard," Wes moaned.

"Oh, I know you do. And you're gonna get to. Starting tomorrow, I'm going to teach you how to be my perfect lover. And I know we're going to learn a lot together. But right now, I just want you to relax and let me handle it." Jenna pressed her hand into his chest and pushed him against the tank. "You just need to cum really badly. And I want you to let me do that for you."

Wes's mind raced. Thoughts about how his mom already had plans to fuck him regularly and how she had decided he would be a longterm sex partner swirled. Dude, she's fucking you right now. Wes could think about those things later. He needed to just focus on how his mom was riding his cock. He was able to relax his shoulders enough to let his mom take full control.

A seductively smirking Jenna precisely but passionately rode up and down on her son's lap. Wes could see by the look in her eyes that she was in love with him. He was almost scared by the admiration and pride she saw in him.

Her toned muscles in her vagina gripped his cock like a fist. It was like nothing Wes had ever experienced.

"How the hell are you doing that?! It's so tight."

"I wondered when you were going to say something." Jenna increased her speed. "I figured your loose college friends wouldn't be quite this tight yet. It's what happens when you practice gripping cocks a lot," she suggestively shrugged.

"Can I touch your tits now?"

"Seriously?" Jenna's eyes rolled. "That's like me asking you if I can touch your cock right now. I think we have a pretty good understanding that that's okay."

Wes reached out to fondle his mom's breasts. Jenna leaned forward toward his face. Wes quickly took the hint and began taking turns sucking and massaging each tit.

"Uhhh. I'm guessing you still like them?" Jenna poked.

"I don't think I could ever grow tired of them, or of you riding me like this - holy shit, or of you doing anything with me," Wes gushed.

Jenna kissed her son and fucked his mouth with her tongue. "GOOD. Wes, I hope you know that I will never stop being your mother. And if you ever stop needing traditional 'motherly help' from me, know that I will always thoroughly enjoy providing 'alternative help' for you."

You lucky bastard. "Mom, I never wanna stop cumming in you."

A warmth and sense of completion filled Jenna's being. "No? Then I guess we better get started by making that happen a first time." Jenna fervently danced in her son's lap. She shifted his cock and tugged on his sensitive flesh. "Think you're gonna cum a lot?"

"Fuck yes! I'm so horny."

"I can't wait to see how fucking dirty and slutty I feel knowing my 21-year-old son just came inside of me."

"Oh yes! It's so fucking hot. I wanna be your main cock. I want you to feel that dirty and slutty every fucking day."

Jenna's hair danced, and her hand on her son's chest began to dig in. "If you want to be my main cock, then keep fucking me and don't stop. You're the man I fucking deserve. You and I deserve it to feel this fucking good! Wes, tell me when you're gonna cum. I want you to tell me you're gonna cum!"

"I'm really close!" Wes's muscles were tight, and his hips were locked. He continued to admire his mom's figure and savor how much pressure was being applied to his erection.

"Yesss! Give me a 10-second warning, honey." Jenna ran her hands up and down her son's body and kissed him again.

Wes was not as experienced or as precise as his mom, but he tried his best to gauge it. "Ok, I think it's 10!"

Jenna hopped off of Wes's lap. She pulled him up off of the seat and tugged him toward the sink. She bent over again. "Stick it the fuck in. I wanna watch you do it. I want you to watch me take it."

Wes easily inserted himself again. "Uhhh."

"Pound away. Fuck me as hard as you can!"

Using all of his strength, his veins bulging, Wes thrust again and again into his mom's wet vagina. The mom and son held eye contact through the mirror the entire time.

With a confident but dazed look, Jenna silently mouthed to her son, "Cum for me, Wes. Just fucking cum for me."

Wes plunged the length of his cock inside of his mom one more time. Ropes of fresh semen fired deeply into her vaginal canal. The mom and son wailed in unison.

Jenna held her eyes open to watch her son's cute face twist and clench. She felt the warm goo fill her pussy as the cock throbbed. Wes pulled out slightly and then thrust back in, delivering more cum.
"Don't stop, baby. I love you, don't stop," Jenna groaned. "Give me all of it."

Soon, the twitching in Wes's cock died out. The son remained firmly inside his mom, leaning into her for support. When he opened his spent eyes, he could see his flirtatious mother staring back at him through the glass.

"That was incredible," he panted. "I've never needed to jizz that badly." Wes ran his hands over his mom's ass.

"I like hearing that." Jenna turned around and squatted down again.

"Mmm, uhhh." Wes felt his mom's tongue lick his entire package clean. "I need to lie down."

"Me too," Jenna rose and kissed her son. "Come sit with me."

Wes gratefully sat on the plastic seat cover and lounged back against the tank. His mom sat sideways on his lap and rested the side of her right breast against his rising chest. Any position other than standing felt comfortable.

They sensually made out and kissed each other's cheeks and neck.

"Well, thank you," Wes finally said. "I can't fucking believe we just did that."

"Oh yeah? I bet," Jenna chuckled. "Imagine how fucking weird this is for me! But I think I owe you a thank you, too. It's been a long time since I've came like that and wanted to be fucked so badly."

The son was thrilled to hear that. "I hope you could tell how much I wanted you. I'm glad you came like that. I wanted to make you happy so badly."

Jenna lifted herself up to adjust her position. She was now straddling her athletic son, just as she had been minutes earlier. After her son pulled her in and kissed her lips, Jenna replied, "I know exactly how badly you want me and how happy you want to make me. Listen-"

Bang! There was a loud sound from outside the door. No longer in the fog of intense arousal, they were suddenly in tune with their surroundings. They remembered that they were inside a public bathroom in a busy club. Passersby could have heard almost anything they did or said. But both Wes and Jenna decided to ignore those unpleasant thoughts.

"Listen," Jenna continued in a serious tone, "I think it's obvious that we can never go back to 'normal'. And when sex is involved, especially with our special circumstances - and our age gap, our life-stage gap, and experience gap, and distance gap - things tend to get more complicated and require more work. I want you to know that I am willing to put in the work so that we can maintain a closer relationship. Before we get too far ahead of ourselves, I need to know that you are willing to put in the work and that you have realistic expectations for you, for me, and us."

Wes processed everything his mom had just said.

Jenna became concerned that she was killing the mood. "I know this is a shitty time for this, Wes. I wish I could just make out with you and enjoy this, but it's important."

"No. No. Mom, I fully get it. I agree," Wes assured. "I want us to be a team. I promise I'll work harder, wherever it may be, to keep this going with you. I'm willing to be realistic. What do you mean exactly, though, when you say realistic expectations?"

"For example, for you" Jenna laid out, "I expect you not to rely on me for all of your sexual needs. You're in college. It's important for you to be fucking other girls your age. I expect you to get into cute long-term relationships, I'm sorry, cute long-term, open relationships. And we can enjoy our relationship when we're able to."

Wes nodded. Admittedly, he had been fantasizing about being just with his mom. But he knew that she was right. "Ok. I understand that."

"And expectations for us together, aside from the hot sex, is that we have honest communication." They both began to laugh. "This way, one of us isn't secretly running a porn empire and hacking into the other's financial accounts, and the other isn't secretly watching porn and getting double-teamed in nightclub bathrooms. No keeping secrets for now on. We work as a team."

"I completely agree with that. I like what ends up when we're honest," Wes smiled.

White cum began to leak from Jenna's vagina. "I know. I like what happens too."

"So what are the expectations that I should have of you?"

"I was just going to get to that," Jenna sighed with some discomfort. She decided to mask the potentially bad news. "Obviously, there are the good ones. You should expect me to include regular, dirty, nasty sex as part of my role as your mom. You should expect me to give my all when we have our time together. I wanna be the hot slut for you that I never was for your father."

Yes, please. Wes was nodding. "Yeah, I like that."

"Good," she pursed. "It's important for you to know, though, that in order for me to be hot, slutty, and free in that way, just like you, I am going to be having sex with other men and likely getting into longer-term relationships with some of them."

"Oh, I see," Wes scratched his face. "So, like, if you're in a long-term thing with some guy, will that impact how often we- "

"No, no," Jenna laughed. She brought her face closer to her son. "You shouldn't notice much of a difference in the quality or quantity in what we do. You are always my main man. Even though I love you and love being with you as much as I do, I've realized that I'm simply not built for monogamy. I'm an 'all eyes and hands on me' type of girl. I'm going to be doing the same sexy things with other men that I do with you, but it doesn't mean my time with you means less."

Holy shit, dude! "Then I think it's great! I actually like the idea of other men being blown away by what you can do, but me still being your main guy."

Jenna was relieved. "Oh yeah? I mean, I knew you liked my slutty behavior, but I wasn't sure if you were okay with me having actual regular relationships with other guys."

"If I'm your main guy, then I think it's hot. I like the idea of you trying things out and getting turned on by other guys and then thinking of fucking me," Wes admitted.

Jenna wickedly stared at Wes. "You're my son. I always end up thinking about you. And, by the way, I never told you, but that night I found out about your porn site and ended up fucking those two guys in the bathroom, I thought about you when they were fucking me."

"Wait, seriously?!"

"Yep. And thinking of you made me act so much fucking sluttier."

"That's so fucking hot. I LOVE the idea of you being taken by two guys at once. When you get into relationships, you should try dating two friends at once!" Wes was getting excited again. His physiology was returning to normal.

"Would that make you even hornier for me? Because I could easily do that," Jenna arrogantly winked. She then touched a small patch of skin just underneath her panty line. "I never told you about my tattoos."

"No, what are those? I didn't even know you had them until I was pulling your pants down," Wes laughed. "Are they new?"

"Nooo," Jenna shook her head. "They're from college. If that video got you hard, then you'll love hearing about these." The mother elegantly rose to her feet and turned her left hip to her son.

There were four small, faded red hearts with numbers inside of them and small letters underneath. At first, it looked like a video-game-themed tattoo. "11. 27. 16. 48. J. E. and B. C. What does that mean?"

"J.E. and B.C. are Bri and me."

"Oh, okay," Wes nodded. "What does it mean?"

"Well," Jenna explained, "in our junior year, Bri and I were kind of joking around about how we were getting a reputation as being kind of slutty. It really started freshman and sophomore years because guys would come up to us all of the time to try to pick us up, and, uh, granted, we would say 'yes' a bit more than average. And over the summer before junior year, I stripped down to my underwear to go swimming at a lake with this fraternity. So, as you can imagine, we had been earning this reputation, and many people - the type who went out to party - knew we about it. Anyway, when Bri and I were talking about it our first week of junior year, I admitted to her that I kind of liked having the slutty reputation and being known for it." Jenna saw her son's reaction. "I know, big surprise there." She continued to reminisce, "But Bri then said that she secretly liked it too, and she wished that guys knew that she was just as slutty so that she'd get as much attention as I did. So, naturally, I ended up teasing her that maybe guys could tell I was a little more promiscuous than her." Her grin widened. "She came back and said that guys just liked my boobs and ass more. I knew it was true, ha, but of course, I couldn't resist getting under her skin. I denied it and said it was because they knew I was a little sluttier."

Wes's hand was now reaching out and touching the tattoo on his mom's waist as she told her story. Jenna could see her son's engaged eyes and sensed his awakening interest. She sat down sideways on his lap again but facing the other way so he could read her tattoo.

"So, Bri," Jenna went on, "swore that she and I were luring in men at an equal rate. It was probably true, but I denied it to have fun with her. And finally, Bri, being competitive and always having to win the argument, suggested a competition to see which one of us really was sluttier and more seductive."

"Holy shit! Really?! You and Aunt Bri did that?"

"Yeah, I thought it was a hot idea too," the proud mother nodded. "We had a ton of fun coming up with ideas and planning it. But Bri was worried that if she won, I would say I wasn't taking it seriously. So, I jokingly suggested we each tattoo our results so that we'd have to live with it forever. As you can see, though, Bri actually liked the idea and thought that it would be a 'cute' friendship tattoo. So, you're looking at my results from a year-long competition."

Wes inspected the numbers again and gawked. "Wait, Mom, is each one of these-?"

"Yep! Each heart is a 'category' we negotiated, and the number is the number of guys in 'em."

"Woah," Wes lit up. Blood flowed to the tip of his penis. "How did dad not make you get this removed? He'd fucking lose it."

"As far as your father has always been concerned, the numbers are the date Bri and I became friends and our house numbers growing up."

"You went all that time and never told him?"

The mother raised her brunette eyebrows. "Yeah, I guess I was never able to be myself with him like I can with you."

Wes knew she said that because he would love hearing it. Still, it made his heart race. "So what does 11 mean?"

"11? That's what just reminded me of my tattoo. It's your favorite category - threesomes."

Oh fuck. "You had eleven?" Wes was blown away at first. He then teased, "Though, I think you could've done a lot more. You could have had one every weekend. And were they any type of threesome, or just MFM?"

Coyly shrugging, Jenna sighed, "They were all me alone with two hard cocks. That was a category that both Bri and I wanted in there. And you're right. I could have had more, but I had to work on other categories," she reasoned.

Wes did not even notice that his sticky and overworked penis was close to full mast. His only focus was on his beautiful mother. "Did you win that one? And what does 27 mean?"

"That is actually the one matching heart that Bri and I have. We went out together, so we tended to run into groups of men with the same mindsets at the same time. And 27? That, uh, that is a category I argued hard for because I knew I could win it. Looking back on it, I should have known it said a lot about my preferences."

"What was it?!"

"Freshman guys," Jenna said bashfully. "Bri wanted to do students' dads. But I guess I always preferred teaching things to horny younger men."

"Wait, so you fucked 27 freshmen?! That's amazing! They must have felt so unbelievably lucky when some bangin' junior went home with them. How did you even pick up that many? Did you just fuck the ones that approached you, or did you find them? And did you beat Aunt Bri?"

Her head thrown back in laughter, Jenna kissed her son on the cheek before answering, "Yeah, they were all pretty pumped. I always like when guys act lucky that they get to fuck me. I bet you've realized that by now. And I always approached them because they were too scared to try hitting on me! God, I used to love torturing them - not as much as I like torturing you - but I would pull out so many funny stunts. I would tell them I needed someone to help make my 'boyfriend' jealous, and then I'd egg them on to touch me in dirtier ways, and then I'd get mad at them for going too far. Or I would bump into one so that he'd spill his drink on me, and then I'd get mad and tell him that the water was shut off in my dorm that night so I couldn't wash the stains out right away or rinse off. I'd, like, demand he let me throw my shirt in the laundry machines and shower off in his dorm. And then they'd get pissed off at my demand, but then they'd realize that I'd be naked in their room with my shirt in the basement laundry." Jenna was laughing to the point where she couldn't breathe. Her son was laughing too as he imagined being put in that position. "So, yeah! I won that category by a couple of touchdowns."

"That's so fucking hot. Maybe it's because I'm 21, but I like knowing you like fucking young men." Wes wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Especially now that you're a MILF. Technically, you're my MILF."

"Oh, am I now? I guess I am your MILF, aren't I? And believe me, fucking hot young men like you and teaching them the ropes is my pleasure," Jenna flirted.

"Would you still fuck a college freshman? Next to fucking your son, that's like the ultimate MILF move," Wes jested.

"Eh, I think 21 is young enough." Jenna thought, "Though if you think I could drive you crazy and become a sexier MILF by finding an 18-year-old, you might be able to talk me into it."

"I'll have to remember that. And what category is 16?"

"Black guys. Just like I had a category that I knew I would win, Bri put one in that she knew she would win."

"16 isn't bad at all though."

"No! It's really not. She only had 21. I actually thought I was going to win after I started becoming more popular in the football cliques. But she pulled away at the end."

"Too bad! Well, hopefully, they were all threesomes so you got two for the price of one."

"Oh, no. You weren't allowed to double up on points," Jenna waved her finger. "It's not like you have a threeway with two black freshmen and get a point in each. You had to choose. But obviously, theoretically speaking, if four hung wide receivers are all flirting with you at a house party, and everyone starts taking turns asking sexual questions for fun, and then you randomly ask if they've ever had group sex and how big the group was, and then they ask you back, and you sheepishly admit that you slept with three guys at once a few weeks ago, and then they ask if you liked it, and you try to change the conversation but they won't let you, and then you admit it was one of the fucking hottest and most fun experiences you've ever had, and then they ask you what your limit on the number of guys is - hypothetically - and then you say don't know but that you could comfortably handle five or six, and then they all look at each other and 'jokingly' ask you if you'd be down to try it with four, and then you just blush and 'joke' back that they'd have to be drinking with you in a private room for you to even get in the right mind for it, and then they ask you to come chill out with them in a bedroom, and then you spend the next glorious hour getting fucked on a mattress by four handsome athletes with monster cocks and letting them come back for seconds - Well, then in that theoretical case, you either mark that as one threeway or four black guys. And when you're trying to catch up in a category where you only have12 points, it's hard not to take all four points."

Dude, she's gonna give you a heart attack. Wes's mind was swimming again. He didn't know if this effect that his mom had on him would ever wear off. His chest tightened and his breathing increased. He was as hard as a rock.

Well aware of what she was doing to her son, Jenna moved her hand over to his shaft and lightly stroked it and continued the conversation as if nothing had changed. "Any more questions about my tattoo?"

Wes swallowed with some effort. "What's 48?"

A simple, wicked grin spread on the mother's face. She leaned in and sultrily kissed her son's lips and then slid off of his body. A silent and frozen Wes watched in awe as his beautiful mother effortlessly took the entire length of his thick cock into her mouth and throat.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god." Wes placed his hands on her shoulders and tried not to interfere. The sound of his mom gagging and slurping on his erection would stay with him forever. He then saw his mom holding her silky brunette hair in her hand. He took the hint and held it for her, though he knew it was likely just her wanting him to feel more involved.

It was hardly a minute before the smutty, loud, clinical blowjob brought Wes to the edge. His vision blurred and his hands trembled. Seemingly immune to everything happening around her, Jenna continued to work at the same pace.

"I'm gonna cum!" Wes shouted again.

Jenna pulled away, stood up, spun around, and sat down again on her son's lap. She looked back at him as she leaned forward and ground her bare ass into his twitching, wet cock.

The mom and son watched together as spurts of liquidy jizz flew onto Jenna's smooth ass.

"Wowwwww! Oh, wow, I like that!" Wes caught his breath. "You are so fucking good with your mouth, thank you so much," Wes panted.

Jenna wiped the small amount of cum from her ass and tasted it with her fingers. "I've been told. And I look forward to teaching you how to be just as good with your mouth."

They had been in the bathroom for way too long. Jenna used a wet paper towel to clean herself off and she gave one to her son. When their odorous, stained clothing was back on, they opened the door to find nobody standing outside. When they got back into the main hall, people promptly were pointing and whispering with laughter.

The only thing that Jenna and Wes cared about was getting home to fucking relax.

**** Epilogue

"I can see that being popular. You should ask Bella her thoughts because she saved that last series from being mediocre."

"I know. I will. I think the new actress just might not be the right fit for it. She seems to be into it but too scared to actually do it."

"If she's too nervous to make videos where she's flirting with older guys, then she needs some help. You should have her hit the town with me like you convinced Bella to; I'll help her gain her confidence to go after what she wants rather quickly," Jenna grinned.

Wes laughed. "Well, I think we need to come up with a fake name on a business card for you for when you do that so that she doesn't know my mommy helps me out for fun."

The sedan came to a stop on the side of a quiet campus road. "Alright, honey, have a good week. Let me know when you want me to pick you up."

"You don't have to keep driving me, mom," Wes smiled.

"I know I don't. Maybe I like spending an extra five hours with you every weekend."

"I know. I do too, but it seems like a burden on you. I mean, if you're going to drive all this way, you should at least spend the night. My roommate isn't coming back tonight, so we could probably sneak you in," Wes wishfully suggested.

"You know I want to. But that's risky. So, is you spending time with me all about the sex now? I'm just a sex object for you?" Jenna chided.
"Ha, no," Wes shook his head and laughed.

"Are you sure? Are the rides meaningless unless they're sex-related? Am I going to have to make the rides sexier for you to appreciate them."

"Uh, actually, yes," Wes nodded. "Yeah, they're really boring and I hate them. I think we definitely need to make them sexier."

"Hmm. Well after you're done your homework one of these nights, take your clothes off and Facetime me. And we can discuss how we can make these trips more enjoyable."

Jenna and Wes made out and hugged each other firmly.

"Are you sure you can't spend the night?"

"Nope! I have a date tonight," Jenna winked.

"Nice guy?"

"Nice guys? Yeah, I'd say they're nice."

"Wait! What?!"

"Don't be jealous," Jenna teased. She touched the left side of her waist. "Just remember that now every time some guy looks down to grab my waist and fuck me from behind, even though he'll have no idea what it means, he'll be looking at proof that I already have a favorite man."

"I still think you should have gotten it on your ass."

"I know you would've loved that. But Bri was right that it looks hot next to the others. And hey, maybe I would've done that if you had manned-up and gotten one on your cock with a 'J' in it and a banner underneath that read 'mom,' like I suggested," Jenna cheekily grinned. "Goodbye, honey. I love you."

"I love you too. Now, are you SURE you can't stay the night?"

"GOODBYE!" Jenna kissed her son deeply again and then prodded him out of the car. "If you're horny, go use the condom in your wallet on some easy co-ed. You know I'll always be there for you when it's time to come home."

"Okay," Wes feigned a sigh. "Bye, mom."