Descrizione:
When Vanessa left New Jersey, she did not realize how much her life would change. The former waitress discovered a knack for real estate in the Volunteer State, even if she couldn't find the right man. When a client invites her to visit his new club in an old bowling alley, little did she know what she was getting into, or that her son was going to be getting into her!
Excerpt
I was in utter shock- I didn’t even know how to react.
I had never brought my dates home when my son still lived in the house. Although my son is not an idiot, and he must have known that I was sleeping with the men I went on dates with, I still didn’t want to bring anyone that wasn’t an actual boyfriend into his life. Most of the time, when I met men, I went back to their place. It was safer that way, and it kept this personal part of my life private.
Now, there was no doubt- my eighteen year old son stood in the doorway, like a deer caught in the headlights.
My son is not a bad looking man- standing at an even six foot, he was taller like me, but slim built like his father. I could see why an older woman, especially one who was open enough with her own sexual desires to be at a swing club, would pick him for the evening’s pleasure. His tousled brown-blonde hair made him look something like a surfer, though the closest he had been to California was one disaster of a vacation we took to Colorado, and his tanned face was pretty and boyish in a way. In the blue jeans and t-shirt that he wore, he looked like any good looking young man who was about to enter college.
What surprised me was how much his date looked like me.
She was shorter than I am - about five foot six, which is the average height for a woman- and she had larger breasts, probably due to the fact that she carried an extra twenty pounds or so on her frame. Her face was that of someone who was pretty and in her forties- not perfect, and not free of a wrinkle here or there- but the darkness of her eyes still drew in my gaze. She was dressed in a cocktail dress, black like my own outfit, and she had gold pumps on her feet.
Oh my god, she even dresses like I do!
What was worse- the fact that I was caught in the act, or the fact that Kevin was obviously about to fuck a woman who resembled me?
I was speechless, and so was he- what could we even say in a situation like this?
“That does look tasty,” the other brunette said, “Nice, thick tasty cum. Do you mind?”
“No,” I said- I wasn’t paying attention to her question, so much as the fact that I still had no idea how to diffuse this weirdest of situations!
It isn’t like there is some sort of rulebook about what to do when you run into your son at a swingers club!
The brunette walked in the room, and kneeling before me, her hand lifted my dress- |
