Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright Page

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

About the Author

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.

For a brief moment I was back in my room, headphones in, the world gone around me. I became completely aware of my body, the warm feeling in my chest, the love I had for my mother spreading across me, until a warm heat in my groin.

“Don’t move.”

I opened my eyes to find Mom backing into me, the twirl of her hips waking my cock to a hard log. I turned from side to side, to see the men from before, the look on their faces showing disappointment at the image laid before them.

Mom pressed her back up against my chest. “Pretend you’re my boyfriend.” She took my hands, and trailed them along her waist. “Just until they go away.”

I followed her movements, and moved my hips with hers. I trailed my hand along her smooth stomach, touching her body like a lover, feeling the soft curves guide me to her hips. “Move slower.” I found myself caught in our roleplay, my hands reaching the swell of her waist, guiding her along my shaft in deep, relentless thrusts.

“Are they still looking!” She spoke with closed eyes, as she embraced the touch of my cock. “Check for me!”

I turned to find them locked onto my mother’s form. They stood there as though waiting for their turn, as though I was presenting a slut for them to try. “Follow my lead.”

“Honey, what are yo-”

I spun her around, and made her face me. I leaned into her embrace, forcing my lips against hers, feeling the resistance break, as she wrapped her arms around me and accepted her role.

The taste of her was sweet and intoxicating. It drenched me along her tongue, filling me with a soft pride at how far I’d go, the things I’d do to protect my mother.

The slender bridge of her back guided me along its route. I stopped at her ass, then groped her, feeling a warm gasp flood my mouth, as our kiss turned dirty, and unfocused.

We stood there like we were lovers, our bodies trapped, our hands roaming each other’s skin, as she ground her cunt against my thigh. “I think they’re gone.” Still, she didn’t stop, not even for a moment, not even when I lifted her skirt, and took a firm handful of her ass.

“Mom, I think they’re gone.”

She ignored me yet again, parting from my kiss, as her hands pressed against my neck. “God, you make me so horny.” Her words shocked me. It was as though she’d forgotten what this was. She panted, and moaned, and trailed her lips along my skin. She worked me like a vixen lost in heat, like an animal trapped in its instincts, wild and feral, and untamed, using the weight of her chest to spread her warmth against me.