Unspoken Pleasure

Mom, as if reading my mind, as she playfully grabbed an oyster, pulled down my chin, and popped an oyster into my mouth, saying, “I imagine Jake is very well endowed.”

“He sure can reload quickly,” I said and then covered my mouth realizing what I’d just said. Oops!!

“What does that mean?” Mom asked, leaning forward suddenly with great interest.

“Nothing,” I said, even though I knew I was about to be interrogated by a woman as thorough as Jack Bauer… she always broke through my barriers.

“What have you done, Missy?” she questioned. No, let’s stick with the word ‘interrogated’, because that’s exactly what she always did to me. Mine was already a lost secret, but I went through the motions.

“Technically nothing,” I answered.

‘Well it’s obviously technically something according to the redness of your cheeks and your sudden inability to look me in the eye,” she correctly assessed.

“I didn’t cheat,” I clarified.

“I didn’t say you did. But I’m not asking for what you didn’t do.”

I then broke down as I knew I would, and described the entire day… the stockings, which I’d put back on after the spa, the choice of coffees and which one I’d chosen, and the donut.

Her first response was odd. “Did he choose the beige stockings for you?”

“Yes,” I nodded.

“Interesting,” she said with a slight smile.

“Why is that interesting?” I asked, thinking that the cum coffee and cum donut were the really interesting parts of the story.

“Oh, nothing,” she answered, although it was obviously something. Instead she asked, “Did you enjoy the coffee and donut?”

“Yeah,” I admitted, “actually, I did,” as I popped another oyster into my mouth and had another large sip of wine… already well on my way to tipsy.

“That is the most creative thing I’ve ever heard,” she said.

“I can’t believe I drank it and ate it,” I said, still shocked at how weak I was becoming around this guy.

“I would have done the same,” Mom mused.

As I ate another oyster, I said, “I’ve just realized oysters and cum taste pretty similar.”

Mom laughed as she took the last oyster. “Christ, we’re going to be two horny, drunk women before this night is through.”

I laughed back, “Too late.”

The food arrived and we ate mostly in silence as my tummy settled from the wine.

Once done, Mom asked, “Do you want some non cum coated dessert?”

I joked, “Is cum coated an option?”

Mom smiled, “Would you like it to be?”

“God, Jake has me thinking like a college bimbo.”

“Nothing wrong with being a little slutty every now and then,” Mom said.

“Those oysters were a bad idea,” I said, realising that my pussy was begging for attention.

“No, they were a great idea,” Mom said. “Finish your wine. I have a few more surprises in store for you.”

“You do?” I asked.

“We do,” she nodded.

“Where?”

“That’s a surprise,”

“Tell me.”

“Then it wouldn’t be a surprise.”

“You know I hate surprises.”

“You’ll love this one,” she said, stressing the word ‘love’.

“It had better not be a long stop,” I said. “I’m tipsy, horny, tired, and have a date with my vibrator.”

“We’ll only stay for as long as you want,” she promised, before adding, “long enough so you won’t need your vibrator anymore.”

“What?” I asked, my tipsy mind not processing as fast anymore. Either way, I shrugged, downed my wine and said, “Let’s go.”

“I like your eagerness.”

“I’m up for anything,” I said, suddenly getting my second wind of enthusiasm, although my legs were feeling a bit uncooperative.

“Remember those words,” Mom intoned ominously, which made me super curious what she had planned.

As we got in the taxi, Mom too tipsy to drive too, I demanded, “Tell me where we’re going?”

“Has such an obvious question ever worked on me?”

“No, but there’s a first time for everything,” I sighed, my mom a very stubborn woman.

“That, my dear daughter, is the most apropos thing you’ve ever said,” Mom smiled.

“I don’t know if I’m drunker than I thought, but everything you say sounds ominous,” I pointed out suspiciously.

“How drunk can you be? You just used ominous in a sentence,” Mom teased.

“I can tell you have something sinister planned.”

“How?”

“By your ominous and sinister tricky answers,” I said. “Any moment now I’m going to hear an evil cackle and something about my little dog!”

“Okay, Sherlock,” she said, shaking her head.

“Oh, that reminds me! Did you see the new Sherlock?” I asked, my head all ADD at the moment.

“Yep, it was a lot better than that disastrous confusing Christmas episode.”

“Agreed,” I nodded, and we started chatting about television for the next few minutes.

As the cab pulled up to a curb, I gasped. “This is the bar Jake mentioned today.”

“Is it?” she asked innocently in a way that told me she already knew.

“How long did you and Jake talk before I intervened?”

“A few minutes,” she said a bit too offhandedly, as she paid the driver. “Let’s go in.”

“Is Jake going to be in there?” I asked, not sure I could control myself if he was and if he got flirty. I was already the perfect mix of vulnerable: drunk, filled with oysters, horny, and feeling betrayed by my husband.

“I hope so,” she said. “I texted him our ETA.”

“Mother!” I gasped.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” Mom said, patting my leg. “Let’s just go and dance and have some fun.”

“Fine,” I said, frustrated that Mom had done this and yet excited as well… which was evident from the sudden gush in my thong.

We got out and I said, “I can’t believe you’re encouraging this.”

“Encouraging what?” She asked all innocent. “I just want my daughter to be happy and to enjoy her fortieth birthday. You only turn 40 once.”

“Why do you even have his cell number?” I asked

“I asked for it,” she said, as if it were obvious.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

As we entered the club, she added, “Just enjoy yourself. This club can be life changing.”