Where do we go? What do we do?” Brie pleaded, suddenly aware of how little she knew about the gig she had signed up for.“Just down the catwalk to ...he end of the stage. Sit in the chairs and they’ll take care of the rest.”The two girls exchanged nervous glances and stepped timidly out into the light. The crowd cheers filled their ears, battling with the thumping music, but as they slowly started off, they could hear the woman shouting after them, “Walk with confidence!”Both of them stood up. It was a gift I received back in college, yet it still fit. There’s a story that goes along with it.The story starts with me coming home from happy hour with my college roommate, her boyfriend and a few of his friends. I was walking up the steps to our second floor apartment when I saw the package on our doorstep. I assumed it was for Candace, but when I picked the light package up, the address label had my name.While Candace made sure everyone had beers and the guys got comfortable in the. Mom had turned me on. This is sick... I'm sick... I have to be sick... This is MOM, not some stripper. Not my wife giving me a private dance, I thought as my dick went to full hardness. But I couldn't help it. I was lusting after my own mother. She was no longer this shy, loving, innocent woman I knew, but a hot blooded female with a sexy tight body. And my cock knew it. The moves she made became more and more seductive and erotic in nature, and I started to breathe heavier and faster. I felt. Two juicy well shaped mangoes popped out readyto be sucked, the nipples indicating where to start. I held both her boobs inmy hands and slowly caressing the pulp inside.Initially both her hands were on my chesttrying to push me back but when I curled my lips over one of the nipples andthe warmth of the palm on the other, must have sent shivers down her spine. Thepressure of the push on my chest reduced and I found her hands moving uptowards my shoulder. I placed the tip of my tongue over her.