I had my first son when I was just fifteen years old. My second was born a year later. My husband left when I was only twenty-five and I had to finish raising my sons by myself. When my oldest son, Mark, was seventeen he moved overseas to work on an off-shore oil rig in Europe. He writes regularly, but he hasn't been back home since he left four years ago. My youngest son, Jim, graduated from high school two years later and went off to college in New York. We can only afford for him to come home once a year. At age thirty-four, this left me alone at home for the first time in my life.

Although I never had much of a social life before my boys left, I've always taken good care of my body. I am very proud of my figure. My tits are still firm, my ass and my legs are tight and there isn't much fat on me. With my body, my smooth complexion and my long flowing hair I'm often told that I don't look any older than my mid-twenties. I decided that I wanted some real excitement in my life. I didn't have any trouble at all getting a job as an exotic dancer. I enjoy the attention I get and I make pretty good money doing it. I've had some one-night stands, and even a few lovers since then, but no one steady. All in all, I'm quite happy with my life, although no one in my family knew what I was now doing for a living.

Last winter, Jim was coming home for his annual Christmas visit, but he was going to come down with a friend of his from college and spend a few days with him before he came to the house. I didn't worry too much about it since it would mean I could get a few more days of work in before I took my "vacation" while he would be here. I was looking forward to the additional work because I make great tips this time of the year. Extra money always comes in handy at Christmas time.

One night I was out on the runway to begin my show when I noticed a small group of attractive young men at a table at the end of the runway. Figuring they might be good for some large tips I decided to give them some special attention. With my hair flying around covering my face and most of the customers' attention being focused on my body I can dance for quite a while without some people ever figuring out who I am. As I thought about them, the group of young men was enjoying my show, and they were being quite generous with their spending money.

One of the young men in particular had caught my eye because of his resemblance to my late-husband. I wanted to catch his attention because he looked like someone I might like to go home with. His friends caught on that I was paying special attention to him and they were encouraging him to do likewise. I was dancing with my ass very close to his face and he had a five-dollar bill he was sticking into my panties when our eyes met. We finally recognized each other at the same moment. My youngest boy had grown into a very attractive and very grown up young man since I had last seen him a year ago. I thought I would die when I saw the look of shock in Jim's eyes.

I finished my act very quickly and rushed back to my dressing room to hide. I didn't know how I would ever be able to face Jim again. I didn't know if he would even come home now. I was sure that he had at least left the club. Fifteen minutes later the manager came back to tell me that I had been specifically asked for to give someone a $50.00 couch dance, a full nude dance with the closest allowable contact between the dancer and the customer. Hoping it would get my mind off of my problem, I accepted and headed into the special room reserved for those dances.

When I got into the room, Jim and his friends were sitting at the table next to the couch. Jim didn't know that his friends had decided to "help him out" with the dancer who had been giving him so much attention. Without knowing who I was, they had pitched in to pay for me to give my own son a nude couch dance. Jim turned when I entered and as his friends cheered him we looked deep into each other's eyes. I was ready to run away again when Jim got up and walked over to the couch. He gave me a smile as he lay down and stretched himself out. I realized then that he wasn't going to tell anyone who I was.

I don't know why, but I felt a strong desire for him at that moment, a desire I know a mother should never feel for her son. I wanted to dance for him more than anything else in the world. As the music started I began to dance my way towards him. Everything I had learned about stripping, about rousing lust and desire in men, found a place in my performance. It seemed like the whole world disappeared. I didn't notice or think about anyone or anything but Jim. He was mine and I was going to get him.

As I swayed and moved to the music I could see the effect I was having on my son. He seemed mesmerized by each movement and each piece of clothing I removed. By the time I was down to only a bra and panties I was standing directly over Jim on the couch. I could see his growing erection straining against hi spants as I removed my bra and rubbed his face ever so lightly with my tits. I squatted down to grind my pussy against his erection. I felt it as it jerked and twitched trying to break free. I was so wet with desire that I left a large stain of my juices on the front of his pants. I leaned over gave him the lightest of kisses brushing my tongue against his lips before he could kiss me back.

As the music built to a crescendo I removed my panties and stood over mys on completely naked. I straddled his face and waved my cunt around directly in front of him. I could see him as he inhaled to take a deep breath of the musky sexual aroma coming from within my bush. This time he caught me by surprise when he managed to lick his tongue through the full length of my pussy. Although it is strictly forbidden for a customer to touch a dancer at all except to give them tips, he managed to lick me without anyone seeing him. I came on the spot as I looked down and saw him lick my glistening juice off of his lips and take it into his mouth.

When the music ended, I had no idea how much time had passed. It could have been a second or a year. As I came out of my trance I could hear Jim's friends cheering for him. Knowing that I had to leave, I bent forward and gave Jim a deep passionate kiss. My tongue forced its way through his lips to briefly explore his mouth. I could taste the faint trace of myself on his lips and his tongue. As we kissed, I felt Jim stick a $100.00 bill into my garter. I broke off the kiss and hurriedly went to the door, only briefly glancing back to look at Jim. We smiled at each other and then I left the room.

After getting back to the dressing room I quickly gathered my things together and told the manager I needed to leave. It took me less than thirty minutes to make it home. I ran in, took a shower, got dressed, fixed myself a drink and waited.