Girls Night Out

“So what’s for dinner mom?” you ask gazing groggily over at your mother from the passenger seat of her 2014 ford excursion.

“Well, actually, I had planned a girls night out with your sisters. But since the two of them seem to be too busy to hang out with boring old me, I guess it’ll just be you and me tonight sweetie.” She replies whilst shifting her gaze between you and the road.

“Uhm, okay.” You respond confused and mildly agitated.

Getting a free meal and having to humor your mother's attempts at bonding are two very different things and the realisation of what you may have just gotten roped into leaves you instantly regretting leaving the sexual comforts of your stepmother's home.

“Well what are the odds I could just get a pizza while you go on your girls night out?” You continue, hoping to subtlety convey your disinterest. “I’ve had a pretty… busy day and I kinda just wanna crash for a bit.”

“Considering the fact the reservations are already paid for, I’d have to say your odds are zero to none mister,” your mother replies in her warmest motherly tone. “But I’ll tell you what,” she continues, “I’m going to stop by the house to take a quick shower and put on something a little fancier. You can catch some z’s after you get a shower and change out of those filthy clothes.”

Despite the air conditioning steadily circulating throughout the car, the scent of your saliva and cum stained clothes dominates even that of your mother's expensive perfume. But of course your mothers polite attempt to suggest you remedy the situation flies right over your empty head.

“Meh, I’m fine with what I have on,” you sigh. I might take you up on that nap though.” You retort just as the two of you pull into the driveway of the beautiful two story suburban home, your fathers alimony payments so generously fund.

"Oh gosh, we'll alright sweetheart, " your mother replies meekly. "I'll be ready in a couple of hours. There's Leftovers in the fridge if you need something to hold you over till dinner."

With that your mother turned the key halting the engine and hopped out of the car, with you trailing lazily behind through the entrance.

Your paths divert as she scurries up the stairs and down the hall to her room. Meanwhile you plop your lazy pathetic ass on the leather sectional couch in the living room, picking up the remote and mindlessly flip through the premium cable channels.

It's nice to just relax for a bit after a long day of hip thrusting and subduing the **** beauties of BJ universe.

Slouching into the leather couch, savoring the feel of its cool smooth exterior on your bare skin whilst watching some vaguely familiar movie does well to ease the tension in your groin and back. Moments later you hear the faint sounds of running water from up stairs.

The soothing reverberations of the water splashing against the marble interior of your mother's shower provoke rather fond memories of your escapades with Clair earlier that day.

Inevitably your nostalgia induces the fleeting mental imagery of your very own mother Sarah caressing luxurious imported soaps all over her glistening nude physique. Running her hands through her silky brunette hair with her head tilted back ever so slightly, eyes closed letting the hot water and steam envelope her.

Growing up, you had never really considered your mother in a sexual manner. Compared to the tight bodied Clair, your mother was really nothing special. Not to mention the thought of roughing up your mother in the manner with which you treated Clair and your sisters instantly triggered well deserved guilt with just a hint of shame. However, the other worldly sexual aura of BJ universe that seems to elicit a slow but sure dissolution your previously socially imposed restraints gently prods your curiosity closer towards its burst limit.