“So was it hard for you to start dancing nude?” Mom asked. My wife has no problem talking about anything. Unlike me, she felt comfortable with the topic.
“At first, yes. But as time went on, it I started to enjoy knowing how my body had an effect on the male population.”
“Is that why you still dance, because you like teasing all those men seductively with your, might I say, very fit body?”
Deb laughed and said, “I think it is. But I also like giving your son his very own private show every once in a while.”
“I was going to ask you about that.”
“Mom!! Please!!! Save this for when I’m not around, will you?”
“What’s the matter? Does this bother you?” D asked.
“Hell, yes. I mean. Shit! You’re talking to my mother about this stuff.”
“Well she is a woman also, you know,” Deb said and continued on with her conversation with mom. “So what do you want to know?”
“Well I think my husband and I have fallen into a slump, and I was trying to think of some ideas that might spice up our sex life.”
“Mom!!!” I yelled as I couldn’t believe she was discussing her sexual problems in my presence.
“Randy. Be an adult,” mom said as Deb playfully slapped my arm.
“I don’t know what’s gotten into him. He isn’t this shy when we’re in the bedroom and I’m dancing.”
“Oh my God,” I said. “Please, can we just change the subject? Or at least wait until I’m not here to listen to this?” Well, that fell on deaf ears as they kept talking. My poor brain was forced to hear all the things that were wrong with mom and dad at home. How they didn’t have that much sex and how dad seemed too tired all the time. I started to feel sick as my mom told my wife how her sexual needs were not being met.
“Thank God we’re here,” I said to myself as I turned into their driveway.
As mom exited the car, D suggested to her “You know, Ronda, I could teach you to pole dance. I’ll bet that would perk your hubby up.”
“That sounds great, D, except I don’t have a pole in our bedroom.”
“Randy could install one for you. He did ours.”
How the hell did I just get elected to do this? I thought as the girls hashed out the details.
I guess until I got around to installing the pole, mom was going to come over and practice with D in our bedroom. D also mentioned to mom that she had a whole wardrobe of sexy clothes that would spice things up. I didn’t want to hear anymore and I did my best to hurry them along. As I drove us home, I had to ask D why she offered such advice to mom. Again I heard her say “Your mom’s a woman and has her own needs.”
I’m sorry. But in my eyes, my mom was so much more than a ‘woman’. I saw her as Mom.
I made sure I wasn’t around when D taught my ‘Mom’ to pole dance, or any other kind of dance for that matter.
I had done my best to stay clear of their dance sessions. But D wanted me to see what she had taught mom. Every fiber in my body screamed Fuck No!
But Deb persisted and grabbed my arm and pulled me into the bedroom. Mom was standing by the pole in clothes very unbecoming of her. Her hair was still up in a bun but the rest of her attire was a pair of tight sweatpants and a very tight T-shirt. D pushed me onto the bed and told me to stay. I watched as she went over to the CD player and started the music.