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Not Like the Old Days: Part 2
🕑 Added 2021-03-29 20:19:29 +0000 UTCSitting back, hands behind his head, like he owned the place David takes control.
My mother was already halfway to her knees when he says. “Wait.” She pauses and looks at him. “We’ve all been wondering what you look like since we were 13. I’ll throw in another hundred if you strip for us.”
She takes a deep breath and glances around at the faces watching her. “Everything?”
“Everything.” David confirms. “All of it.”
There is an excited murmur from the others as I mutter under my breath. “No!”
There is only a hint of hesitation. “Yes boss.”
“Hot damn!” Andrew hoots lewdly. “Let’s see this MILF!”
The words land like water onto a sponge. My mother pauses to absorb the comment but doesn’t let it slow her down. Stepping back to stand in the center of the room she reaches up to remove her earrings, the left then the right. She places them down on a TV tray that had been pushed to the side when we entered. She then removes her rings and bracelet dispassionately and these two go on the table. Socks are next. She peels each off and lets them lay crumpled on the floor. After another deep fortifying breath…then off comes her shirt, pulled up over her head then dropped to her side to expose the pale skin of her torso.
You could have heard a pin drop. The near dead silence of the room only made it more excruciating. The only sound in the room was the ticking second hand of the wall clock. Some music and dancing might have given it a playful striptease feel. This wasn’t stripping though, it was simple undressing. The total hush and the methodical prosaic way she went about removing her clothes gave it all the titillating thrill of a police strip search. David, Andrew, Brick, and Lucas sat engrossed as their leering eyes ogled my mother’s body. I couldn’t understand how could she debase herself like this?
Off come the jeans. Her thick legs now on full display. Once down to her plain white bra and panties she stops, closes her eyes, takes a long deep breath…for an instant I thought she’d reached her limit…they hadn’t seen anything yet they wouldn’t have seen at the swimming pool…she had come to her senses at last…but then she continues. Reaching back she unfastens her bra and lets it slip down off of her arms, her big boobs dropping almost six inches in the process. Then, in one swift motion, pushes her panties down off of her hips to tumble to her feet. Kicking the clothes to the side she stands before us as naked as she could get.
Now Mom was a fine looking woman but she was no instagram beauty queen and in the full light of day we could see her every flaw. Her body is soft with a wonderful shape that was really accentuated when she was clothed, but in the nude that softness bordered on flabby. She had a belly to her. Her heavy breasts weren’t quite symmetrical and hung wide and low, her large brown nipples pointed more toward the floor than the ceiling. There were a some dimples and ripples on her big round ass from cellulite. It was the body of a sedentary woman pushing fifty. Among people her own age I am sure she looked great, but in the middle of a bunch of strapping young 20-something men there was no way she didn’t feel at least a little old and shabby.
David makes a swirl motion with his hand, indicating he wanted a 360 view of her goods. She nods. Instead of just twirling in place, as one might expect, she instead shifts to the right to face Brick and stands there, arms at her sides, and watches him take her in. She stands there on full display for a solid minute as his wide dark eyes scan over every inch of her, drinking in every minute detail. His mouth hung open as he gawped at her with obvious desire. Of all of them I knew Brick had the biggest crush on her growing up at it showed in his thunderstruck expression. For her part Mom just looks at him with an deeply shamed yet unflinching stare. She knew Brick’s parents quite well. I couldn’t imagine what this was like for her to have her friends’ son look at her like this.
Then she turns right again to face Lucas and does the same thing. I could now see her front better and the thick mass of pubes between her legs. She hadn’t had a partner since my father left so it was no surprise she just let it go natural. Unlike her last onlooker Lucas was connoisseur of the female body. He had seen more T&A in the flesh than the rest of us combined. He looks her over with a cool intense interest as a collector might studying a piece of art. Unlike Brick’s expressive face Lucas’ remained carefully placid, and I swear I catch a hint of disappointment as he took her in.
My pride prickles at his cold stare. As if his mom looked any better! It wasn’t fair to compare her to those young honeys he was accustomed to.
My mother though stands and bears it. This bold way of showing herself was not born from confidence or pride in her body. The blush coloring her cheeks, neck, and upper chest showed how embarrassed she was by all of it yet she was purposely squeezing every ounce of humiliation she could out of every second. It wasn’t until Andrew, who was now directly behind her, quips cruelly. “HA! Like two big scoops of cottage cheese back here.” That I see her grip her legs, close her eyes briefly and let out a sharp breath, then subtly squeeze her thighs together that I clue in.
She was getting off on this!
She bites her lips, as if holding holding something in, then suddenly asks Lucas. “A bit different from those college girls I bet.”
She was inviting him to comment on her. Almost daring him to say something.
All he says though is. “Uh…yeah. Different.”
Waiting long enough to make sure he didn’t have more to say she turns again. I was next! She forces herself to keep her eyes up despite the absolute indignity of what she was doing. Her nervous gaze begged me for forgiveness yet it was unwavering. There was a strange twisted strength about her as if this was something she both needed and wanted to endure. It was me who had to look away in the end, I couldn’t bear her and the others looking at me during this ignominious ordeal.
“Don’t hate me Bobby.” She whispers. “This is who I am.”
She waits the full time that she gave to the others before turning to Andrew. His sneering smile widens as he full view of my mother’s exposed flesh. Andrew being Andrew he just can’t shut the fuck up.
“I ain’t no chubby chaser Mrs Bellamy but I wouldn’t kick you outta bed on a cold night.” Was that supposed to be a compliment!? The way he looked at her sent shivers down my spine. Brick had looked at her like a goddess. Lucas had studied her like a fine wine. But to Andrew she was just a piece of meat. “I was with a hooker in Roanoke that looked like you. She was an absolute freak.” He looks around to the others. “The old ones and the plumpers’ll do anything for a buck.”
“Jesus, chill dude.” Lucas says to which Andrew laughs, as usual.
“I can’t see your pussy through all that bush.” Andrew gripes, then reaches into his pocket. “Here’s a tenner if you spread your lips for me.”
Ten bucks! The paltry amount was as much of an insult as the request itself! But my mother doesn’t complain, she complies. Spreading her legs slightly she reaches down with both hands. I couldn’t actually see it but there was no doubt what she was doing, spreading her pussy lips wide open for the sleazy Andrew to see. He could have at least had the decency to just ogle but that wasn’t Andrews way. Instead he laughs. Not just laughing but laughing at her! And she stands there and takes it.
“Oh my God.” He chortles and points. “I was joking.” His eyes are focused on the pussy in front of him. “What a gash! Ha ha ha! What a loose old cunt, I think I can hear an echo…echo…echo.”
“Hey!” Brick deep voice grumbles. “Be nice!” Brick, the laid back dude and man of few words that he was, didn’t often speak up like this but when he did we listened!
Andrew chuckles and rolls his eyes as if they were worrying about the feelings of a common streetwalker as opposed to my Mom. “Sorry Mrs. Bellamy.” He says like a naughty brat. She doesn’t reply except to give him a little nod. Never once had her eyes deviated. She took it all and waited for more, still standing there with her pussy spread open. His objectifying words only seemed to empower her further.
“Okay, that’s enough. Pay the woman.” David tells him.
“Pay…? I was joking! I didn’t think she’d actually…” He shakes his head and lets out another cackling laugh. “Fine!” Pulling a twenty from his pocket he hands it over to my Mom. “Here, keep the change.”
“Thank you Andrew.” She says politely as she takes the money and places the money on the table. Turning back to David she stands at the ready.
They had seen her now. All of her. Their perverted greedy eyes quenching the thirsty curiosity of their teenage years. This could never be undone. None of them would ever look at her the same again, nor would I. I now knew she would go as far as she was asked. I now prayed that David would show us some pity and bring this to and end. It was a hopeless prayer.
David looks at her, not leering like the others had, but really looking at her. Taking her measure. In the short time that had passed between him telling her to strip and turn in a circle, and her doing so unquestioningly, something had changed in him. He recognized something in her that the rest of us could neither see nor understand. The expression on his perfect chiseled features wasn’t exactly one of respect but…admiration perhaps? Fascination? I didn’t know. It is ever so subtle but he gives her a slow nod of approval. She takes in a breath and stands taller, her chest out and her head held higher, as she awaited her boss’s go ahead.
With a just quick flit of his eyes down toward his crotch and a slight spreading of his legs he signals her to proceed.
Internally I am screaming. “Nooooo!” Not a peep escapes my lips.
She falls to her knees at his feet and pulls his basketball shorts down enough for her to release his manhood.
