Mom’s Dirty Dancing
When I got home late Saturday night, Mom was sitting at the kitchen table. I said to her “Geez, Mom I’m 25 years old now, you don’t have to wait up for me.”
“I know, son,” she said. “I went to bed, but I had trouble sleeping. I couldn’t relax”
Judging from the half empty bottle of scotch in front of her, she was probably good and relaxed now. Mom looked sexy sitting there in her Chinese silk pajamas. The fabric was thin and as she stood up her large breasts swayed, causing the material to move. “I guess I’ll go to bed now.” she said.
Mom was 46 years old but still quite attractive. She had put on a few pounds but not much. Her ass was a little bit bigger than it used to be, but then again so were her tits. I would often catch my friends checking her out when they thought I wasn’t looking.
Mom had been divorced ever since I was a kid. She’d had a number of boyfriends over the years. The last guy moved out about six months ago. It was then that I moved back home temporarily.
I had a little bit of a buzz on from the bar and it made me feel like talking. I told her that I had come up with an idea and that I wanted her opinion. She sat back down, poured herself another drink and asked me to tell her about it.
I told her that a guy I knew had started working at Danny’s. Danny’s was a bar with male dancers that catered to women. He was making a couple hundred bucks a night.
“Some of the girls at the bar tonight told me that I should try it too.” I said. “What do you think/”
I was expecting her to tell me that it was a dumb idea. Instead she thought about it for a minute and said, “Well, you’ve certainly got the looks for it, honey, but wouldn’t it bother you taking off your clothes in front of a crowd?”
“That wouldn’t bother me, Mom, the only thing I’m worried about is whether I can dance well enough.” .
At this, her face lit up and she said: “I’ve been to Danny’s and watched them dance. I can teach you how.”
She went into the living room, started the CD player, and came back into the kitchen.
“You mean now?” I asked laughing.
“Absolutely.” she said enthusiastically. “I’ve always wanted to dance like that but I was too chicken when I was younger, and now I’m too old.
“Mom,” I said, “You’re still beautiful enough to be a dancer.” She blushed and gave me a big smile and said: “Thank you, honey, you’re sweet.” She was slurring her words a bit now. “Jus’ for that I’m gonna give you a great show.”
The song she had picked was Prince’s “Cream.” I turned my chair around to face her as she started to dance. She was wearing her silk pajamas and as her body swayed I could see the outline of her big breasts as they pushed against her top. As she bent over at the waist in front of me, I looked down the opening of her blouse and saw her tits hanging down. She quickly straightened up and laughed, obviously getting a kick out of being a tease.
I said to her, “This isn’t right, Ma. In a bar you wouldn’t be wearing a big blouse like that.”
She pretended to be shocked and said, “What are you suggesting, young man? I’m showing you how to dance, not giving an anatomy lesson.”