Table of Contents

BREEDING MY TEASING MOTHER

BREEDING MY CURIOUS MOTHER

BREEDING MY FICKLE MOTHER

BREEDING MY FRISKY MOTHER

BREEDING MY NEEDY MOTHER

BREEDING MY HORNY MOTHER

BREEDING MOM AT THE NUDE BEACH

BREEDING MOM AT A SEX PARTY

BECOMING MY MOTHER’S NEW LOVER

BREEDING MOM ON OUR WAY HOME

MOM’S NEW BREEDING FETISH

BREEDING MOM IN OUR BACKYARD

BREEDING MOM AFTER WORK

HELPING MOM BECOME A PORNSTAR

ACQUIRED TASTES

BROKEN TRADITION

DIRTY PROMOTION

STOLEN TOUCHES

About the Author

Stars peppered the night sky, as we stepped out. I was like a dog to my mother’s walk, my feet moving from the wooden patio flooring to the soft green of the back lawn.

“Make sure It’s warm for me, honey.” Mom said, her body draped in her satin robe. “I just need to go get something, and I’ll come right back down.”

“Sure.”

Our nightly habit consisted of late soaks in my father’s hot tub. After the divorce it became something for us to share. A way to take something that was his, and make it firmly ours without question.

Each night I’d receive the same text from my mother. A simple smile emoji, followed by a question mark, then a knock on my door. I couldn’t deny I loved it, but what son wouldn’t when their mother looked like mine?

She was a stark brunette, with deep, smoky black eyes. She looked more like a painting, her face dotted with light freckles along her cute button nose, her cheeks prominent and sharp, fighting for attention from her hour-glass frame, as a tight waist met broad hips, as the shapeliness of her ass rounded into a deep swell.

I pulled my robe off my shoulders, and climbed onto the hot-tubs side. For a brief moment, I could hear my father’s voice, a distant memory, chastising me for the way I got in, treating his tub the way he should have treated his wife.

Use the platform or you’ll damage the wood.

I chuckled at the thought.

This was mine.

Mom was mine...

I stretched my right foot into the water, and felt its heat stretch up my leg. I submerged myself fully, letting the water rise to my chest, hugging me like a wet blanket, as the chill of the night’s air met its warmth. I sat back and took a deep sigh. I waited for my mother’s arrival, the eagerness in my stomach only matched by the hardness of my erection.

“How is it!” Mom called from the glass door that separated the patio from the living room. She stepped onto the grass like a model in waiting, a pale image under the night sky, the moonlight bright against her skin, caressing the soft satin along her ample bust, her cleavage growing deeper with each step closer she took.

She disrobed in a similar fashion she had all summer. She rolled the silk off her back, letting her chest draw forward beneath a tiny slither of white fabric that barely covered her nipples. Her outfits had grown more revealing over time. She had gone from swimsuits, to bikinis, to whatever you could call her outfits now.

A part of me wanted to see her fully. To have my mother come to me naked, her body mine, her form mine, her figure wet and ready to be explored. This was enough though. For now, it had to be.

“It’s getting warmer...”

The blue light of the tub spread out from the bottom of the water. She moved through the darkness toward its subtle glow. The light pushed a blue hue across her form, as she slipped in, lowering herself from the platform beside me, as her breasts floated heavy against the water.

“Finally...” She sighed, wrestling her dark locs into a messy bun.” She splashed water at me, then smiled. “Eyes up here mister.”

“What? I wasn’t-”

“Sure...” She chuckled, then placed her fingers along her top. She tried to stretch the fabric over her breasts. “Is it too much?”

“Might be too little.”

She splashed me again, her chest jiggling with the smallest exertion. “That’s not funny.” She struggled to hide her smile; a sweet blush followed by deep dimpled cheeks. “Is it really that bad?”

She looked down and we both soaked in her image. The roundness of her breasts sat like two perfect globes, her complexion a soft milk, her top a light bit of string that nearly popped around her chest. She looked more like a pornstar, than a mother. More like a woman on the prowl, bursting with erotic guilt, ready to draw in the eyes of any men she could find.

“Depends who you ask?” The weight of my lust was undeniable. It was desperate, rolling through me in a strange heat, stretching my cock to a full mass at just the slightest look of the woman who raised me. I shifted my hips, and lowered deeper into the water. I struggled to keep her form off my mind, my fantasies daring to get the better of me.

“Swap with me.” Her eyes lingered over my shoulder, and up to a window behind me.

A knowing instinct told me what it was. “Him again?” I said, an ounce of distain in my tone. I turned back and saw our neighbour’s bedroom light on. Mr.P. The pervert. The neighbour who always had a reason to be looking out of his window at this time, observing my mother from the comfort of his home.

Each night, there was a 50/50 chance his light would suddenly turn on. We started making bets around it, wondering how long it’d take for him to peer his bald head from the window, and get a good look at my teasing mother.

“Come on, honey. Swap.” Mom stood, the water cascading off her form.

A sudden jolt of embarrassment rose through my stomach, and I realised I couldn’t.

Not now I thought.

Not when my cock stood firm in my shorts with nowhere to hide. Not when my mother was wearing her skimpiest outfit yet. “Don’t worry. He’ll go to sleep.” I lied, knowing the lengths he’d go to see my mother’s body.

“Seriously... Come on.” Mom splashed me again, sending water across my face.

I decided to give in, and stood up. I mirrored her image, planting my hands over my crotch, as my shorts betrayed me in a record pace.

The weight of her stare was like a boulder against my chest. She saw it, hard against the wet fabric, the outline undeniable to the naked eye. She smirked, then caught herself, then blushed, then gasped. She tried to play it cool, swapping seats with me without a word, struggling to hide to clear recognition I’d seen with my own eyes.

We both sat down in an awkward silence. I looked up to avoid her gaze, the tension thick around me, my embarrassment an all-consuming dread, emphasised by the sound of the water bubbling around us, as my eyes fixed on Mr.P’s room.

The minutes felt like hours in my mind. Those minutes felt like my world was ending, like I’d ruined our summer tradition so easily, and in the dumbest possible way.

I took a deep breath, and not a single word left my lips. I tried again, and still, nothing. Just the flustered gasp of a son exposed, revealed to be a pervert like Mr.P, hard for the woman who raised him.

I took a glanced at her, then reverted my eyes. I saw trying to hide her smile.  “What’s so funny?”

She broke the tension with a soft giggle, her chest jiggling slightly with each breath, before she splashed me for the fourth time. “Look at you.” Her voice took a conniving tone. “All worked up over nothing.” She suffocated her nerves with a bright smile, then parting her hair against her right shoulder. “It’s good to know I can still affect men that way.” She raised her arms against the back of the tub. “Seriously, honey. Don’t worry about it.”

I feigned composure and mimicked her stance. “Who said I was worried? I just thought you’d be embarrassed wearing that in front of Mr.P.”

“Sure, you did honey.” She laughed again, this time with a knowing spite. “It’s okay to admit your mother looks good.”

“Well you don’t. I was-” I struggled to come up with a lie. “I was thinking about someone else.”

“Right...” She nodded sarcastically. “Right...” She folded her arms, pushing her soft tits up further, the suppleness of her breasts like a pillow I could dive in. “And this mystery woman, what did she look like?”

I shook my head. “Stop being silly.”

“No come on sweetie, I’m curious.”

“Well you shouldn’t be. It’s inappropriate.”

She chuckled again. “Like my son showing his big cock to his mother isn’t?” She startled as though the words had come from someone else. A deep rosy blush took her cheeks. “Too far?”

“Too far.”

The background shifted, and caught my eye. “Looks like the pervs gone to sleep.” I said, hoping it’d changed the conversation.

“Finally.” Mom stretched, then sighed, then rested her foot against mine at the bottom of the tub. “Now I’m just left with one.” She laughed again, catching the frustration in my eyes as she did, the taboo guilt inside me ripe for exploitation. Her smile widened even more. “Honey. It’s a joke. I’m joking.” She turned to check the window, her bikini giving me ample view of her breasts.

“Well stop...”

Mom saw my frustration as an opportunity to tease. She stood, showing off her body once more, letting me see her curved frame, as she waded through the water towards me. “I forgot you’re so sensitive.” She smiled, then chuckled, then laughed. She planted her round ass firmly at my side, the thickness of her thighs brushing into mine.

“I’m not. You just, sometimes you need to know where the line is.”

“Oh really.” Mom sat back, with a look of mocking glee. “And where’s that line exactly?”

“Talking about my, you know? Wearing...” I gestured towards her bikini, and the plain cleavage of her breasts.

“I thought you said it wasn’t that bad.”

“It isn’t... But.”

Mom raised her brow.

“It’s just- You look good, and it’s hard to look anywhere else.” I kept my gaze focused on the water, too scared too see my mother’s reaction.

“You think so?” I could hear the smile in her voice, the blatant recognition, the motherly curiosity slipping off her tongue.

If there was any world I could be in, it wouldn’t be this. I felt nauseous, sick, frustrated. I felt a deep desire in my stomach to tell her how I feel, to let my mother know she was the woman of my dreams, to tell her how much my focus had shifted to her supple bust against my arm, to the feeling of her thigh against me, fuelling a dangerous urge no son should have.

“You know...” She moved even closer, wrapping her arm around my shoulder, until we sat pressed into each other’s form. “Me and your aunt used to wear stuff like this all the time.”  Her voice singed against my ear.

I finally turned to look her in the eyes. “Really?” The glow of the lights spread across her face in a boldening warmth, lighting her like a villain in a movie, like a vixen ready to take her prey, to swallow him whole, to wrap him around her finger.

“Sometimes we wouldn’t wear anything at all.” Her words stiffened my cock to a hard log. “We’d just come out completely naked and tease our neighbours in the pool.” She pushed even deeper into my form, her voice now a whisper in my mind. “Men like to be teased.”

A warm heat flooded into my mind, as I startled. My mind filled with the image of them both, their bodies wet and lewd, their forms a welcome distraction.

“Mom, you’re not funny...”

“What? don’t you believe me?”

My will struggled to reconcile the woman beside me. This was my mother. The woman who was sweet, and loving, and a terrible prankster, not knowing when to toe the line, before things got out of hand. I wanted to see where this would take us, to know if I was just being silly, anticipating more than she was willing to offer.

I shook my head, smiling, knowing she was telling the truth. “Prove it.”

She flashed back a smile and leaned against my shoulder. “Fine.” She stood up, her form towering over me, as wet droplets clung to her stomach, and thighs, and legs, as her two round mounds blocked our gaze, as her sex sat level with my eyes, the slight pink of her lips showing through the wet fabric.

My mind raced.

My heartbeat quickened.

My entire body went heavy as a rock.

I couldn’t understand how quickly things had changed, how a summer of innocent fun led to a moment like this.

The softness of her complexion led me along her form. She stood like a pale goddess, her form milky and smooth, and addictive, and erotic, a beautiful specimen I just wanted to touch, to study, to taste.

“We would stand like this,” Mom moved into the centre of the tub, her eyes practiced on mine. “Then,” She held herself still, as though she wanted to tease me more. She turned around, giving me a view of her slender back, it’s toned frame, the round swell of her ass. “Then we’d lose our tops.”

The soft bit of string sat ready to be pulled. She lowered till it sat level with my head. “All it took was a simple pull.”

I did as my mother wanted. I raised my hands up her lower back, feeling the winding road of her spine take me to places I’d never been.

“Soo...” Mom said, as my hand rested against her bikini top, my digits firmly placed against the two knot that held her breasts in place.

I complied and pulled her chest free, my mind focused on Mr.P’s window, scared anyone would see how perverted we were being.

The fabric fell from her chest as though weightless. It floated along the water, the bubbles rocking it back and forth, as my mother’s hand took its place. “See.” Mom turned, as the soft fat of her chest threatened to pool over her arm. “Your mother’s still got it, huh?” She stuck out her tongue and moved to sit.

I stopped her. “I thought you took it all off?”

Her face twisted into a devilish grin. “So we’re playing that game, are we?” She turned to me, and presented her ass. The soft swell of her body like a treat to my eyes, tight and firm, and sculpted, a well-rounded physique topped with a light swell to make her ass jiggle as she moved. “Do it for me.” She looked over her shoulder. “If you want to see it so bad.”

“What?” My heart skipped. “Me? You were the one bragging about your-”

“Don’t play scared now, mister.”

I gave in to her taunting, and ran my hands up to her butt.

“Go on.” She teased some more. “It’s getting cold from up here.”

I wrapped my hands along her bottoms and pulled them down her form. I watched the middle escape from between her cheeks, the fabric revealing the soft pink of her cunt, perfect and wet, and tight. I pulled the bottoms lower, and lower, following the slenderness of her legs, letting my fingers graze her form, before she stepped out of them and turned to face me.

“See.” She said, her smooth mound now clear to my eyes, bare and tender, as though shaven just moments before.

She braced herself against my shoulder, and pulled her leg up onto the platform behind my head. “Is that what you wanted to see?” She let my head sit between her legs, the smell of chlorine mixing with the lust that radiated off her sex, that called me forward, that led me between my mother’s legs in a desperate need to taste her.

“Ohhhh.” She moaned, as my tastebuds sunk between her lips, parted her labia, drew her flavour along my tongue. “Honey, I didn’t-” Her voice called out in the night’s air, a warm bliss treating me, showing me exactly what was needed.

I lapped at her sex with a growing pressure. I rolled my tongue along her hard knub, feeling her shake and spasm and moan, as my hands trailed her thighs, and cupped around her ass.

“I didn’t know-” She braced her hand in my hair, and encouraged my feast. “I didn’t know this was how you- Uhhhh.” Her breath caught, as I clamped my lips closed around her clit. “Fuck.” Her grip tightened in my hair. “Fuck.”

This was the consequence of it all. Her teasing, her taunting, her showing off such an erotic body with no thought for the men around her. Of course Mr.P watched her, any man would. Any man would take such a beautiful creature, and love her, and hold her, and show her how much it would mean for even a slither of her attention.

“Honey! I’m- Fuck! I’m-” Her hips writhed along my face, as her orgasm heightened. “Don’t stop.” She ground herself against me, soaking me in her filth, letting her juices rub against my lips, then nose, then chin, back and forth in a dirty dance, as her moans guided her rhythm.

“It’s-”

I sunk my fingers into her thighs, and squeezed her body still. I ate and ate like a man dying of thirst, my mother’s cunt my oasis, her form the only thing tethering me to this world.

“Baby- I can’t. I can’t.”

I ate at her like a wild animal. I slobbered and slathered her cunt. I relished her sex, letting her throw herself against me, letting her hips thrust wildly along my lips, letting her pace grow harsher and harsher, and harsher, before watching her explode.

“Fuuuuuckk!” Her orgasm rocked through the night, and spread across the neighbourhood. It dirtied her form, turning her into a shaking treat, as tremors met convulsions, as her thighs gave in, as her voice trembled, loud and uncontrollable and relieved, the tension we had built finally released in the rough pants of my mother’s cry. “You’re sooo good!”

Her body broke from my touch, and crumbled into the water. Her sex rested on my thigh, sloppy and wet. “Kiss me.” She grabbed my chin. “Kiss me, now!”

Our lips met, and her aggression melted into my tongue. She danced with me like a lover in heat, soft and knowing, her rhythm a deep swirl in my mouth, pulling the taste of her orgasm directly from her son.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” She spoke as though this was planned. As though I was aware of the woman that sat across the tub, as though I’d known the passion that roared inside her, her willingness to cross such a boundary.

“I-”

She stood up and waded back into the tub, letting me soak in the sight of her nude form. “It’s your turn.”

I furrowed my brow.

“Don’t be shy... Take it out.” Her eyes fixed to my cock beneath the water. “Practice what you preach honey. I taught you better than that.”

“Apparently not.”

She splashed me once more. “Watch it mister. Now up. Let me see what you’re so desperate to hide.”

I stood, and she took my seat. Her eyes were wide and ready, and excited, eagerly waiting for her son to present himself fully.

I wrestled my hands against my trunks. I grabbed at the two bits of string that held them tight along my waist, slowly pulling them apart, as my nerves swelled deep within me. I wanted to savour this moment. I wanted to engrain it in my mind, the warm glow against her breasts, the impatient look in her eyes, ready to wrestle me beneath the water.

“You do it.” I paused, snapping her out of the moment.

Her face scrunched, and a slight hesitation gripped her. “Me?”

“Practice what you preach.” I mimicked her tone.

A bright smile spread across her cheeks. She left her seat but kept herself level with my groin, moving forward like a shark in water, hungry, on the hunt, ready to launch at her prize. “I never knew you were so cheeky.” She ran her hands along my trunks.

“Learned from the best.”

The deep silence of the night came back in full effect. Our eyes met, a silent stare between lovers, both focused on what was about to occur. Mom took a deep breath, and moved her hands along me slowly. She stopped at my waistband, then curled, then pulled. She unveiled my cock with a maddening pace, slow, but steady and deliberate, her eyes following until my cock slipped from beneath the fabric.

“Oh my...”

It stood hard and pointed at her lips.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have teased you.”

A line of pre-cum slipped from its tip, gently showing off the pleasure she could bring, the way she could treat her son if she dared. She left my trunks hanging around my thighs, and gripped it with one hand.

I groaned, catching her attention for a brief moment, before she shifted back to its length.

“Does-” She jerked her hand slowly, mixing the pre-cum from my slit back along my head, the wetness of her hand turning it into a strange lubricant, as her soft touch coiled tighter around me. “Does that feel good?”

I nodded as the pleasure soared inside me. I shifted my hips forward even more, gently pressing my head to her mouth, watching as she let it rub against the softness of her pink lips.

There was no room for hiding and we both knew it. I wanted to fuck her mouth, to use her lips as she had mine. I pushed forward even further, and watched her take me into her mouth.

The softness of her kiss stretched over my head. She coddled me, inch after inch, each one escaping into her warm heat, the wetness of her tongue, the pleasure of her moans, as her breath sent jolts across my nerves.

“It’s soo biggsh.” She mumbled around me, her worlds slurring across my length. She closed her eyes and sealed her lips tight. She moved to a slutty tune, bobbing her head back and forth, her rhythm building in broken moans, before finding a pace she desired.

I moved her hand from my shaft, and joined in on her dance. I thrust my cock inside her, working her like a toy, as her cheeks filled at each push of my girth, as her saliva spilled from the corners of her mouth, as her sounds turned dirty and taboo, the perfect the image of a mother face fucked by her son.

“Mmmhhmmn.” She moaned, as she moved to my assault, her fingers sinking into the soft fat of her breasts, her desire causing her to maul and grope at her tits, to molest herself in front of her son, blinded by pleasure she gave me.

“Cum.” She gasped. “Cum on me.”

I didn’t want to stop. I had so much more to give, yet her words worked me like a spell.

“Pleashh! Give it to-”

The pressure roared inside my core, and I pushed her off my shaft. I came with a violent force, the pressure wild and sporadic, sending out loving ropes on her pretty face, as her hand guided my decision.

She squeezed and pulled, and milked me out onto her skin. “That’s it!” She held my length, moving it from her chin to her lips, then her nose, each tug dragging out a helping of my seed, each one painting her in her son’s mess, until a firm lathering of me drenched across her smile.

“Thank you.” The cum bubbled around her lips. She scooped some of it into her mouth, then swallowed. “Oh.”

A knowing hunger still filled me. I wanted to fuck her, here and now. I wanted to pin her against the grass, to have the whole neighbourhood know exactly who she loved, who she needed, who could satisfy her to no end.

I grabbed her cum soaked hand and helped her to her feet. I saw the strands of my please across her face, the mess I made like a clear coating of cream.

“Looks like someone’s still has something to prove.”

I did.

Of course I did.

There was a summer’s worth of tension that needed to be released.

A years’ worth.

A lifetime.

“It’s okay.” Mom pressed her hand on my shoulder. “You do what you want to-”

I spun her around, and grabbed hold of her hips. I bent her over at the waist, feeling her wet cunt spread around my head, as I pushed in like a raging bull.

“Honey, easy baby, eas-”

My cock filled her to her limit in one smooth motion, craning her back up, and against me, her voice whaling into the night. “Fuuuck!” She cried out, as my hips slammed forward, and back and forward again. “Honey! I- I-” The sound of her voice met the force of my thrusts, mixing in the air with the sound of her ass clapping against me.

“Baby! Oh fuck honey, it’s-” Her words struggled against the lust on her tongue. “Fuck mommy! Fuck me please!”

I barrelled inside her like a mad fool. I threw away all care, watching as my force rippled along her back, as she curled her hips around me, as the sound we made echoed into heavens, loud and ungodly, and uncaring.

“Fuuuck!”

Her cunt pulsed and her toes curled in the water. Her head shook from side to side, panicked, aware, excited. “Oh fuck! I’ve never- It’s- It’s-” I pounded her through it, the pleasure leaving her tongue, her hand running between her legs, circling in wild motions, rubbing her swollen clit, before she pushed me out, and squirted around my shaft. “It’s too much!”

Her body squirmed, and spasmed. Her knees buckled, as she continued, unwilling to let a second of pleasure escape, unwilling to let this moment go, until her orgasm left her broken in my arms.

“Again.” She panted desperately. “Again please. That was- That was the best thing I’ve ever done.” She looked at me like I was a god. Her eyes were bloodshot red, as tears rolled down her cum stained cheeks. “Again, please. Don’t ever stop.” She loosened from my grip and moved on wobbly legs. She climbed onto the platform, her body weak, her ass up, showing her pink puffy slit.

Her eyes turned and noticed Mr.P in the window. “I don’t fucking care.” She growled. “Fuck me.”

I stepped forward and she snarled in anticipation. My mother had disappeared, replaced by a ravenous beast that crawled before me.  I pulled her feet back into the water, and bent her over once more.

“Take me.” She lay her chest against the wooden platform exactly how I wanted. She reached her hands behind her, spreading her cheeks wide, showing off the mess her son had made of her sex. “Just take me.”

I pushed my hips forward and glided into my mother. I slowed down my pace from before, taking my time to feel every ridge and curve, familiarising myself with the way her breaths moved around me, the way her cunt held me, the way it dared me to fertilise her precious womb.

“Honey? What are you-” Her voice left her in a whiny tune. “Please! Like before, fuck me please!” Her eyes showed me the image of a woman desperate, a woman who knew exactly what she needed.

I squeezed her ass, and let my fingers sink into the fat. I teased her slowly, at my own pace, showing her the dangers of her teasing nature, as her cunt ached for the fucking she deserved.

“Please.” She pouted like a spoiled brat. “Mommy will never tease you again. I swear.”

This was for all the men she’d ever played around with.

“Baby, come on. I just need it!”

For her old neighbour.

“I’ll do anything.”

For me.

“Just give it to-”

The brunt of my force sent a sharp gust from her lips.

“Fuck honey! That’s it! Use mommy’s pussy anyway you-”

I grabbed a fistful of her hair and held her back arched. I barrelled myself into her again, this time feeling the bottom of her cunt, the way it sucked around me with each thrust, desperate to rub every inch along her nerves.

“Yess Honey! Yees!”

Pants met moans, and cries, and grunts. Our bodies moved in sync, rabid and lost, the high of our taboo bringing us closer than ever, the weight of our bodies slamming in a disgusting heat like two animals mating in the wild.

“Only you! Only you!”

I wanted her to feel me when she woke. I wanted her to relish the pleasure I gave her, to embrace the sluttiness of her body, to engrain the sound of our love, a dirty, unrelenting song, so taboo and pure, and unfiltered, so desperate and panicked it escape us in long unbroken howls. 

“Cum in me! Breed me! Put a-” Her voice knew no shame. “Put a baby in me please!” She braced behind her, struggling against my force, crying out my name in a harsh uncaring growl. “It’s all yours! All of me! All of me!”

I smacked her ass for telling me what I already knew.

“Fuck!”

No woman turned like this for anyone who didn’t own them. No woman would let a man be so rough, so reckless, so daring with her form.

I grabbed her arm and used it as a handle behind her back. I lifted her, balancing her form on the weight of my force, using her like something to be broken, like something to be used, like to something to be came inside of as her breasts swung to our rhythm, as her ass rippled to my thrusts, as her body crumbled, crippled by the weight of the pressure inside her.

“Please!” Every pump slammed directly into her core. “I need it! I need it! I-” Her body went limp, and her orgasm sparked around me, building me to my own, pulsing around my length, as she babbled, and moaned, and whaled.

My cock erupted inside her, sending my seed in relentless jets, flooding her womb in my love, the ropes as thick as before, the pride in me swelling to a maddening heat.

“That’s it! Just for you!” She ground her ass back and forth against my length. She painted herself entirely, drenching her warm cunt in my white sheen, letting it stains her walls, and her mind, and her heart, forever indebting to the son she loved to tease. “Thank you.”

I let go of her hand and we both collapsed onto the platform. We lay their gasping, her chest against the wood, mine against her back.

“I love you so so much.” Her voice went shaky, and a tear rolled down her cheek. “Let’s do this forever, every night. Please.”

How could I refuse?

Why would I ever let go of my teasing mother?

They say women in their forties have a second coming of age. A time in their lives where they can re-find themselves, free of motherly obligations. My mother was an example of that change. A stark brunette, now free from taking care of me and my younger sister, ready for the world to see the woman she could be.

She’d always wanted to go to a rave, to be the type of girl you’d find with paint on their face, and sweat on their brow, dancing away the night in her own world. 

But I knew the truth.

She loved her body as much as everyone else, and now she finally had time to show it. She had an hour-glass figure matched with tear-drop breasts and a steamy black glare, her hair flowing over her shoulders, as each step emphasised the round softness of her ass.

“This is just how I pictured it!” She said, pumping her fist in the air, as her other hand struggled to keep her chest at bay. The music was loud and abrasive. The crowd even more so, bumping and screaming, and shouting, attendants looked more drugged up, than having fun.

“Re-” I pushed past a group of guys trying to close in around her. “Really?” I had never been into large crowds. They frustrated me, more than anything. “Seems more over-the-top than I’d thought.”

“That’s the whole point sweetie.” She looked over my shoulder at the men. Her lip twisted into a smirk, before she leaned into me. “Keep me safe from those guys, yeah?”

I nodded.

“Thank you, sweetie.” She kissed me on the cheek, then moved deeper into the crowd. She wore a dainty white crop-top that sat snug against her chest, the fabric tight and revealing, as each raise of her hands threatened to reveal her. “Woooh!” She bounced to the rhythm of the music, that deep techno shake that vibrated across the hall. “Come! Let’s get closer to the front.”

I couldn’t deny how much I enjoyed her new journey. I followed her like a lost dog, pushing past sweaty elbows, and needlessly touchy women.

Near the front were a line of young women trapped in the DJs grasp. They moved to the music as though it was a ritual, their bodies throwing from side to side, their faces covered in dark cycling shades that matched the neon rings around their arms.

Mom moved to the shortest one out of the group, and gestured to one of her rings. The woman smiled, then hugged her, then shook a few rings from her arm, before handing them to my mother.

“Thank you.” Mom mouthed, the excitement on her face bright and pure.

“No worries.” The woman kissed her on the cheek, and sent a wide blush across my mother’s face. She grabbed her hand, then turned towards her friends. The women embraced her as though she was one of their own, dancing around her like a lost tribe celebrating one of their members.

I decided to keep my distance, and enjoy the moment. I closed my eyes, letting the rhythm sink into my skin, its harsh thump an attractive lure, guiding me from side to side, as the thought of my mother eased me of any tension.