”“Sure, I’ve wanted to join a club for a while.”“Well, tomorrow come on by the clubhouse and we’ll tell you how you need to prove yourself...” Jesse stated.I was excited to be joining a club and the next day came around and I rode down to the clubhouse to be greeted by Maria. “Hi Jim, it’s really good to see you,” she said with a smile. “Come on in, I hope you’re going to like the way you have to prove yourself.”We walked in and there was Jesse and one of his buddies Mike. “How are you guys. Dude was a tank!"Probably should let Mom know that you've arrived. She'll be happy to see you."We walked past the pool and in through the large doors into the kitchen."MOM....Paul's here."Mom popped up from behind the counter. She has obviously been sunning herself by the pool. She was wearing a sarong covering her lower half and a thin blouse covering her chest.I probably should tell you about my Mom.She is 48 years old (my Dad is 53). She doesn't really look her age though. I would love to. The more I went the more daring I got. A guy would motion for me to join him and I would get dressed and go into his booth. We would suck each others dicks and then go about our business. A few times and I would put my clothes on but wouldn't button my pants. A few more times and I stopped putting my clothes on completely. I would pick my clothes up and walk around to his booth totally naked. Now this was of course during a slow time when there wasn't a lot of people there.Then I changed. The corset itself was unforgiving. The stays were stiff and unbending. When tied down, they cinched in the waists an amazing 3 inches. The base of the corset rested firmly on the pelvic girdle, pinched in the waist and hugged the lower ribs tightly. The material of the corset ended just above the bottom of the breasts, but was so tight, that it forced the malleable tissue up and together. It was a 'Wonder-Bra' effect. Breathing in this attire was possible, but not easy. Bending was nearly.