Un-Employed
Part-1-of-3
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Angie Randall closed the door behind her, sat her purse on the coffee table and lay exhaustedly back on the couch. Another unsuccessful day of job hunting was behind her.
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It was not as though she needed a job. Her divorce settlement had left her more then enough money for her and her 19-year old son, Brock to live on, but she longed to be back in some type of work environment.
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Brock Randall heard his Mom’s car when she pulled in the driveway. Knowing that she loved having a drink at the end of a long day, he went to the kitchen and prepared her a rum and coke.
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“Hi Mom. How did it go today?” he asked.
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“Not good honey”, she replied glumly. “There just isn’t anything out there. This crappy state of the economy really has made jobs scarce. Seems like the only jobs available are either waitresses and strippers,” she sighed disgustedly.
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Sitting down at the end of the couch, Brock removed his mothers black heels and then began to slowly caress her feet. It felt so good having her tired feet rubbed that she quickly let out a low moan. She loved it when he did this for her. Brock loved doing it too. Especially since he knew that he might have a chance to look up her skirt. His mother was sexy, very sexy. She had given birth to him at a young age and now at 37 she was recognized by most of Brock’s friends as the most attractive mother of all of them.
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“Well that sounds like a good idea to me Mom,” he mused. .
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“What, being a waitress? No way am I doing that,” she replied. “Too much work for too little money.”
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“No, not that Mom, I mean being a stripper. You certainly have the body for it and you know they make good money.” Brock told her.
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Angie looked over her glass at her son. As he massaged her feet and stared at her nice legs, Angie had a mental image of 2-weeks earlier when she’d come home early in the day and unknown to Brock, watched him fuck his girlfriend. She’d eased down the hall on the plush carpeted floor and had observed him shoving what appeared to be 8-thick inches of hard cock into the young girl from behind. Her screams of pleasure caused Angie to undo her blouse and allow her breasts to fall out for caressing. She masturbated while watching him grasp the girl’s hips and shove his massive cock in and out of her wet pussy. Eventually, he flipped her over on to her back. Then Angie watched as her son straddled the girl’s chest. Then he tit fucked her for a few seconds before erupting into one of the largest explosions of cum that his mother had ever seen. It was an image she couldn’t seem to get out of her mind.
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“Mom, Did you hear me?” Her sons asked, bring her back to reality.
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“Ahhh… Umm yes baby I did,” she stammered. “Honey, I don’t know. I mean I appreciate the fact that you think I’m good enough to but aren’t you just a tiny bit prejudice toward me, being my son and all?” she asked.
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“Well sure I am. but Mom trust me you’re the cause of a lot of my friends getting erections when they’re over here. They all think you’re hot… and honestly, so do I,” her son confessed.
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Angie blushed and took large gulp of her drink. Her left leg was directly on top of her son’s crotch as he rubbed her feet and she could feel his cock growing in his loose cotton shorts. Discretely pressing her leg down a bit on his growing cock, she looked up at him. “Well I’m glad I can still have that effect on guys. But I just don’t know about stripping, baby. I might not be good at dancing,” she said.
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Brock gasped a bit as she pressed down a little more with her leg on him. He could tell that it was deliberate and his mind was racing as he tried to think of a way… any way that he could see more of her delicious body. That’s when an erotic idea came to his mind.
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“Mom, I’ll tell you what. Why don’t you do a strip for me? You know that I’ll be honest with you and if you suck at it I’ll tell you. That way if you’re good maybe you can pursue the idea and if not you haven’t lost anything.” he said.
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Angie felt her nipples hardening at the idea. His throbbing cock under her leg seemed to be begging her to say yes and she could feel her pussy moisten with the thought. It was wrong, she thought to herself. He was her son but he was also a man. A handsome tanned sandy blonde haired, broad shouldered, hairy chest, muscular man with a trail that started above his navel where his chest hair ended. The trail ended in a bush of dark hair surrounding his cock with the hair continuing to wrap thickly behind his balls. He was all male. His round firm ass had a dusting of dark fuzz with a hairy crack. Most impressive to me was his 8-inch cock and balls. He was uncut and thick. The outline of his big cock head was always visible and the tip was never completely covered by his foreskin.
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“Well… I don’t… Well OK,” Angie finally relented. “But first I’m going to go shower and get prepared. While I’m gone you can select some music that you think would be good to strip by OK?” she requested.
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“You got it Mom,” Brock said. “I’ll choose something sexy.”
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Angie got up and slowly sauntered sexily down the hall to her bedroom. Peering back at her son she laughed and said, “Be sure to be a good tipper, OK?” and closed the door behind her.
In the bedroom Angie stripped and stopped to look at herself in the full-length mirror. She was 5-foot 6, 135 lbs., 36C-24-35. There was a slight sag to her breasts but barely noticeable. Her daily workout routine had kept her in good shape and there was no gray visible in her long red hair. She turned and admired her tight firm ass. It had been a along time since she’d had a man give her a good hard anal fuck and it was something she longed for.
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Angie showered quickly but thoroughly. She dried her hair and stood watching in the mirror as she caressed her body with lotion. Now she dabbed a bit of perfume on behind her ears, under her neck and under her breasts. Not too much but not too little was something she’d learned years ago. She finished with a bit of makeup and painted her lips with red lipstick.
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Going to the closet, Angie dug out a box of lingerie that she hadn’t worn since divorcing her husband years ago. She found a pair of leather crotch less panties, fishnet stockings, and matching leather bra. She slipped them on and was happy to find that they fit as perfect as years before. She then put on a pair of black 4-inch fuck-me heels.
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Angie stood back admiring herself in the mirror. It had been years since she felt this sexy. Her pussy had a fire beginning that was certain to turn into a lust inferno.
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“Well, no turning back now,” she mumbled to herself
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“I’m ready baby,” she called out to her son as she walked towards the bedroom door.
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“Ok Mom, I’ll start the music,” Brock called back.
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Angie waited and then heard the CD player begin to pump out a song. AC/DC’s “Rock and Roll Ain’t Noise Pollution” began pulsating. Angie was glad he chose a rock compilation CD that he’d made for her sometime back. Nervously, Angie strolled out of her room down the hall and into the living room. Brock had moved the coffee table and was sitting on the leather couch in anticipation.
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Angie walked hands on hips across the room to him. Standing in front of him she looked down and could see he already had an erection about to tear his shorts.
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“What do you think baby?” she asked coyly.
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“Whooooa… Holy Shit… Fuckin ‘A’ … Mom. You look fantastic,” he said. Brock’s eyes widened, as he looked his Mom up and down. She was by far the sexist he’d ever seen. He loved the smell of the leather outfit mixed with her perfume.
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“Ok sonny boy. Momma’s gonna rock your world,” she said in a sexy voice. Angie then stepped closer and bent over placing her hands on his chest as she leaned over and pressed her firm breasts against him. Then with a lusty grin, she slid her erect nipples slowly up and down his chest. Stepping back, she began a slow sexy dance to the music.
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Brock couldn’t believe what he was seeing. And it took all his self-control not to pull his cock out right then and there. He watched as his sexy mother undulated in front of him.
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Angie’s own lust was quickly building as she looked down at her son. He had removed his shirt earlier and was sitting in just the cotton shorts. She loved his lightly hairy muscular chest and the glaze of erotic heat coming from his face. She could also see his cock literally pushing, straining for release.
She continued the sexy dance until the song ended. The next song was another AC/DC song, “You shook Me All Night Long”. Angie stood in front of her son and reached behind her, undoing the bra. “Now for your viewing pleasure” she said and let it fall to the floor. Brock let out a gasp as he saw his mothers hot breasts.
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“Damn it Mom you’re XXX hot,” he told her.
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“You have no idea baby, how hot momma is,” she laughed.
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Stepping forward, Angie straddled her son pressing her breasts against his chest. She began grinding her now wet crotch against him. Each time she shifted around it caused his shorts to pull down. Angie threw her head back as she felt his cock pushing up between her legs and against the crotch of her panties. It was now rubbing directly between her wet pussy lips and the head of his cock was contacting her clit. As the song came closer to its end Angie began humping her son harder. She was well aware that he would be going over the edge at any second.
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“Ohhh shit Mom…I think that I’m going to…” Brock’s voice trailed off as his cock …
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To be continued…