I remember one night when my friend and I had finally decided to crash out after drinking, smoking weed and listening to punk rock music. His parents ...ere out of town and we had the house to ourselves. I'm naturally a light sleeper, and my friend was definitely not. He was out as soon as his head hit the pillow.There I was, basically alone in the house where this hot mom lived. The idea popped into my head: I have to look at her panties. My heart began to race, and the adrenaline started to. A relationship without sex just would not work. It wouldn’t be fair to either of us.’ During the entire conversation, Steven’s finger was still inside me, gently probing. It was strangely arousing, contrasting strikingly with the depressing subject. It was entirely too surreal, and I couldn’t make heads or tails of my feelings. ‘Okay, but…surely there’s ways. I mean, there’s got to be positions where it doesn’t put pressure there. Angles that don’t hurt. Have you ever actually experimented with. I opened one of the big doors and stepped into thelarge, expansive room. I heard Lisa's shriek. "I'm losing it," shesaid laughing as she came quickly over to me. She gave me a quick hug,then still holding my shoulders she asked in mock desperation: "Is ittoo early for me to start drinking?" This looks great," I said. "I love these high ceilings." Talkinghelps. I hear that voice come from me and I think it helps. "Champagne in exactly one hour," she said, holding up one of her. Bayisle66 his page can be found at literotica.com/stories. this is a favourite post with a few fan edits as tribute to the originality of the author. please visit Mr. Bayisle66 site for more of his great work. I Do not own, nore claim to own the characters, plot, or any part of the story that is the authors original work.This is a fan tribute and edit based on personal preference please view the original story here:http://www.literotica.com/s/mom-goes-clubbing.