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Mom definitely seemed overly excited as we drove to the bar, and I couldn't believe I was actually doing this with her.

Mom held my arm as we approached the door, and I paid for both of our covers. We arrived just about the time Stacey was supposed to be working, but as we settled into a booth, she was nowhere to be seen. I order us a couple of beers, but Mom stopped me and said she wanted a Long Island Iced Tea instead.

"You sure? Those are kind of strong, aren't they?"

"Yes. But it's been ages since I've had one."

"Okay," I replied and had the waitress bring us two.

We sat and drank as different girls danced on the stage while Mom described how she would do similar moves.

At first, it was weird hearing how Mom would dance, but truthfully, I wanted to hear her describe it after a while. And it was easy to picture since Mom was very good at telling me her story.

We were on our second iced tea when Stacey made her appearance, and she immediately spotted us. Mom smiled and gave her a quick wave, but Stacey stuck to her routine. I don't know if it was the iced teas or my different mood, but somehow her dancing appeared to be more erotic.

Mom leaned into me and placed her hand on my lap, and whispered, "She's really good."

I just nodded as I watched her twirl around the pole. Her body jittered and shook in perfect timing to the beat, and I felt myself almost hypnotized by her seductive sway.

Then I felt something. Something stimulating, and I looked in dismay. Mom's hand was slowly rubbing across my crotch.

"Mom..." I whispered as her hand tugged at my stiff wood.

"Shhh, honey, just watch her dance."

I began to jostle in the booth as my mother worked her hand up and down, bringing me closer to cumming in my trousers.

I started to sweat as I watched Stacey, who was now looking straight at me, smiling as she very seductively played with her breasts while kneeling with her legs spread, thrusting her hips outward.

"Please, Mom," I begged, and thankfully she eased her fingers away but kept her hand firmly planted on my thigh. Finally, Mom moved her hand when Stacey came by our table.

"So how did you like my show?" she asked, bending forward and propping her elbows on the table.

I nodded as Mom said, "Very nice, Stacey. You have some great moves, I must say. You just looked so scrumptious up there."

I gasped and said, "Mom!"

"Well, it's the truth. Don't you agree?" she replied, putting me on the spot.

I heard Stacey chuckle as I answered, "Yes, she did a great job."

"Don't mind him, Stacey. I'm trying to get him to loosen up more."

Stacey lightly chuckled and replied, "Yes, I know what you mean. He turned down my offer for a lap dance even though he tipped enough for it."

Mom perked up upon hearing that and quickly replied, "He did? Well, I think he should take you up on that offer now."

"That's okay, I'm good," I said, trying to get her off the subject. However, it was no use; she stayed focused on the idea. At least Stacy gave me a little hope when she said she couldn't right now since she had to do another three sets. But after that, she was free.

Hopefully, I could get Mom to forget about it before that time and said, "That would be fine," handing Stacey another $5 as a tip.

"Thanks, Glen. I'll make sure I get you that dance."

We had another two iced teas by the time Stacey had finished her last set, and, in my current condition, I actually forgot all about the lap dance.

Needless to say, I was struck when Stacey said she was ready.

Shit...I thought as Mom scooted herself out from the booth.

"Wait a minute. Where are you going?" I asked.

"With you," Mom replied.

"What...no I don't think I would be comfortable with that."

"Oh Glen, loosen up already," Mom chuckled.

"It's fine, Glen; couples go in together all the time," Stacey said as she took my hand and led me along.

"Maybe so, but we're not a couple," I softly whispered.

Stacey stopped and looked at me, smiling. Then, quietly, she whispered in my ear, "That's even hotter," as she guided me into a back room.

The room had a black curtain instead of a door, and the walls were covered in red paint. It was filled with an extremely long crimson sofa that wrapped around two walls.

"Take a seat," Stacey instructed as she stood in front of us and started to dance.

Thankfully, Mom gave me some distance when she sat but little did I know as to why.

Looking again at Stacey, she had her back to me and shook her very firm ass about a foot in front of me. Slowly, she bent forward and looked at me between her spread legs, swaying her tush from left to right. Then she backed up and spread her legs over mine, placing her hands on my knees; she covered my crotch with her very nice derrière.

Slowly, she rocked to and fro, grinding her butt against my groin.

"You like that?" she asked as she gyrated to the music.

"Oh, Stacey, I think he does. I can tell by his face," Mom yelled from her seat.

It was true. Her heaving and thrusting was most enjoyable. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes, enjoying her seductive rhythm. Her tempo picked up just a tad, and I opened my eyes.

OH FUCK! I thought as I realized that Mom was rubbing her crotch over the top of her skirt.

I wasn't the only one who noticed, and I heard Stacey tease, "Glen, I think your mom likes seeing you getting a lap dance."

"Yeah... oh... mmm... shit. She mmmight," I croaked, trying to control the growing climax that Stacey was ever so skillfully building inside of me.

Stacey suddenly stopped and looked over her shoulder and said, "Maybe she wants a lap dance also. What do you think, Glen? You up for seeing your mom get a lap dance tonight?" she teased with a smile.

My heart raced in my chest as I hesitantly nodded.

Stacey got up and very sexily strutted over to my mother. Standing in front of her, she bent at the waist and planted a hard kiss on her lips.

"Holy fuck!" I said and heard them both giggle as they looked at me.

"I think your mom might like this as much as you, Glen," Stacey said as she straddled my mother, facing her. Putting both her hands around my mom's neck, she pulled them downwards as she rocked herself over my mother's skirt.

Wow. Oh Wow. OH FUCKING WOW! My brain screamed as Stacey worked on my mother. I watched as Mom leaned forward and sucked on Stacey's left breast, and I heard her moan. My cock, extremely hard now, was begging to be released. I couldn't help but rub my hand over my crotch, and I heard Stacey say, "I do think Glen is enjoying seeing this."

"Yes. It does appear he is," Mom said and then followed with, "Wouldn't you like to see that marvelous cock of his, Stacey?"

I looked on in amazement as I saw her smile and nod.

I don't know why. Maybe it was the iced teas, or perhaps it was because I was caught up in the moment. Whatever the reason, I unzipped my pants and released my cock.

Now in the open, I stroked it slowly and heard Stacey say, "That is a nice looking cock."

Stacey ground harder on Mom, causing her skirt to rise up a little. I watched as she took her left hand and tucked it under Mom's skirt, cupping her mound.

Mom moaned and tilted her head back while grabbing Stacey's sweet tush.

I stroked my dick a little harder as both girls appeared to be thoroughly enjoying the moment. But suddenly, Mom spoke and said, "I think Glen might like some of this."

Chuckling, Stacey said, "Yes, I think he might. Maybe you should give him a lap dance."

"What! Wait!" I protested.

"You think?" I heard my Mom ask.

"Oh yes! Not to mention how hot that would be to see."

"I... I don't know girls..." I tried to interject, but Mom had that same devilish grin I saw the night she fucked Dad.

"So you think that would be hot to see, Stacey?" Mom asked.

"Yes...extremely hot!" I heard her bark.

Slowly, Stacey stood up as I said under distress, "Wait, Mom. I don't think you should be doing this."

But alas, she ignored my words and quickly straddled my thighs, facing me.

"Mmomm..." I huffed as she slowly started to grind her mound across my already hard cock.

"Oh, sshhitt!!" I groaned as she moved a little faster while Stacey stood right beside us.

Mom purred in my ear, "What do you think, Glen? Is Mommy making you horny?"

"Jesus, Kerry, this is so fucking hot," I heard Stacey say before I unexpectedly felt her tugging at my mother's skirt, pulling it up from the back until only her thin panties were raking across my bare cock.

"Oh... FFFUCK!!" I cringed as I felt the light fabric clinging to her pussy, causing my cock to slide between her lips. I could feel her wetness soaking through her panties as Mom vigorously dragged her pussy across my throbbing dick.

Mom's breath was as ragged as mine. Her body went to and fro extremely fast as my hands grasped at her sides. Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer. Her hot pussy was sending me on a forbidden ride that I could no longer control.

"Oh. Mom. Jesus. You're going to make me cum," I said. I was shocked when I felt a palm pushing my cock harder into my mom, almost pushing it past her panties and into her warm snatch.

I opened my eyes to see that it was Stacey; her hand was behind Mom's ass and was forcing my cock to grind hard against Mom's clit.

"Cum together," I heard her say as she pushed up harder. I want to see both of you cum. Cum for me."

"OH... OH... OH..." Mom wailed as she gyrated on me. I couldn't take it any longer, and my own body was lifting off the sofa; I swear my cock slipped inside her a couple of times.

"Yes...baby!! I'm cumming. Mommy's cumming!"

"SHITTT!!" I croaked as my cock exploded.

I could feel Stacey's hand still holding my dick as it squirted its juices all over my mother's panties. Mom's body shook, and she grabbed my neck, pushing her breasts into my face, causing me to open my mouth and suck on her through her top.

I held Mom as I felt Stacey's hand move away, and then I heard her say, "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen."

Mom sat upright and huffed, "Yes... I found it most thrilling myself."

I was still in a drunken haze after the fact and fought with the perplexity of the situation. Yes, I did enjoy this unthinkable sexual encounter. However, this was still my mother, and I felt ashamed for feeling that way.

"What have we done, Mom?" I questioned as I tried to ease her off my body.

"Didn't you enjoy it, Glen? You did cum."

"Jesus, Mom!" I yelled, forcing her off of my lap and staggering to my feet.

As I fixed my trousers, I heard Stacey say, "Listen, I have to get back. You two can talk here for a bit if you like."

I watched as she handed something to Mom before leaving the room, and in a loud tone, I said, "Mom...really, what just happened?"

"Calm down, Glen. We just helped you feel better. Don't you feel better now?"

I didn't know how to answer that. Yeah, it felt good at the time. But now, I had this horrible feeling inside. I just crossed another line that normal mothers and sons never cross. What was really troubling was the fact that I didn't regret it, and that scared me.

"I got to get out of here and think," I said as I exited the room with Mom in tow.

"Glen, you can't drive in this condition. We're both too drunk."

Shit. I knew she was right. So I made an effort to call a cab. Unfortunately, my head was spinning, and the last thing I remember was sitting in a booth with Mom by my side.

I awoke with a start, trying to get my bearings. Somehow I was in my own bed, and apparently, it was the next day since I focused on the clock and noticed that it was 8 a.m.

What the fuck happened? I thought as I pulled the covers off myself and realized that I was also naked.

For the life of me, I couldn't remember a thing, and as I got dressed, thinking, my door opened, and Stacey walked in.

"You!" I said, covering myself since I was still half-naked.

"Oh, sorry, you're already up," I heard her say, setting my clothes from last night down on top of my dresser.

"What happened? Where's Mom? Why do you have my clothes?"

"Glen, calm down. Your mom's in her bed. You passed out last night, and I helped both of you get home. On the way, you got sick and barfed all over yourself. So I helped you to bed and got you out of those clothes."

Puzzled, I replied, "Thanks, I guess. But why are you still here?"

Stacey smiled and teased, "I slept here after we fucked."

"What!"

She laughed loudly and said, "Take it easy, Glen, I'm only joking with you. I just got back from my house and wanted to drop off your clothes. But seriously, would having sex with me be that shocking?"

"Oh...sorry...I didn't mean for it to sound that way. Truthfully I can't remember anything."

"Nothing?"

"Well, no. I mean, I can't remember anything after. You know. Mom and I... errr."

Again, she laughed and said, "Dry humped to a climax."

I blushed and nodded, "Yeah, that."

"I wasn't lying when I said that was the hottest thing I've seen. You and your mom must be very close."

I sat on my bed and hung my head low and replied, "I thought we were. But now...I really don't know. That was just too intense last night. I mean, she's my mother."

"Yeah, and she must really love you a lot to please you like that."

"I don't know, maybe that's it."

"After what she told me about how depressed you've been after your divorce, I would have to say that is it exactly. You really loved her, didn't you?"

I felt myself choke up when I replied, "With all my heart."

"Then it's time for someone else to have it."

Stacey sat next to me and gently lifted my chin until our eyes meet. I looked into them deeply and noticed something different in her gaze. She looked sincere, and I felt my grief slowly slipping away. I went to speak, but when I opened my mouth, her lips crashed against mine. In that second, a peaceful feeling ran over me, as if this was meant to be. I wrapped my arms over her as she did the same. We fell backward onto my bed and very passionately kissed. Her lips felt so tender, her mouth so sweet. Slowly, I was letting this girl into my heart. However, as we scooted ourselves up higher onto the bed and she wiggled her pants off, I found myself having second thoughts. For some reason, I felt like I was cheating on Rochelle.

Again, we embraced, and our legs intertwined, our thighs rubbing intimately against each other, but that nagging feeling of betrayal still taunted me. I had to stop this before it went too far, so I hesitated and broke away, temporarily ending our foreplay. That's when I saw Mom standing outside my window. Startled, I huffed loudly and heard Stacey say, "Something wrong?"

I heard her words but couldn't respond since a weird tingling entered my body as I looked at my mother. Mom wasn't just watching me. She was rubbing herself over the same little red skirt from the night before. My cock throbbed as a wickedness grew from my depths. Mom's expression of self-pleasure unleashed a hidden side of me that I hadn't known existed.

"Glen?" I heard and looked at Stacey.

"Huh? Oh yeah, everything is fine," I quickly said, kissing her again but keeping my eyes fixated on Mom.

I felt Stacey's hand reach down and stroke my stiff shaft while Mom lifted her little skirt and dug into her panties. I don't know why but her lewd actions were definitely affecting me.

I covered Stacey's mound with my palm as our mutual excitement built.

I watched as Mom tickled her little bud and followed suit,

stimulating Stacey's.

She broke our kiss, panting hard as her body thrust upwards.

I went to kiss her again and felt her hand lightly push on my chest, stopping me mid-stream as she whispered, "Fuck me, Glen."

I caught movement at the window and quickly stole a glance. Mom had her right hand braced on the glass as her fingers sank into her snatch. Then I read her lips, which very clearly said the words, "Fuck her."

That was it. I went nuts. Filled with raw lust, I rolled her onto her back and positioned myself between her thighs. Looking into her eyes, I gently nudged myself forward, feeling her soft labia opening up to accept my stiff penis.

"Oh, Glen..." she cooed as I eased myself further inside her warm canal.

Slowly and passionately, I eased myself in and out. It felt so dirty. So exciting. I saw Mom's fingers slamming feverishly inside her snatch as Stacey wrapped her legs around my waist, motioning for me to go faster with her hands. I thrust hard and groaned as she moaned in pleasure. Faster and deeper, I drove my cock until both of us were fucking like wild animals. Mom's body tensed up, and knowing that she was cumming only pushed me further into a lustful rage. Grabbing Stacey's legs, I lifted them over my shoulders and heaved forward. Her back arched as her pussy tightened around my tool while I jack-hammered into her.

"Fuck Glen. I'm cumming!" she screamed as I plowed into her abyss. I felt my cum ready to explode. I looked at Mom. Her body was shaking, and her hand on the window was clenched in a fist. I noticed her eyes close as her mouth opened. She was obviously climaxing. My heart raced seeing her cum. It felt so taboo, so exhilarating, and, at that moment, I wished it was me slamming my cock into her making her cum like that.

"Shit!!" I croaked as my dick exploded, still nestled inside Stacey.

"Glen!" She screamed, trying to wiggle her snatch away from my pumping cock.

Her moving only intensified the sensation. I couldn't stop. I didn't want to stop, and I drove it even further in as my body quivered while looking at Mom.

"Glen, pull out!"

Shit, I thought, realizing what I had just done and easing my already spent prick from her depths.

"Jesus. What were you thinking?" She shouted as she sat upright.

I glanced at the window and noticed that Mom had left. I felt so ashamed. Truthfully, I wasn't aware, but in my state of excitement, I couldn't help it.

"Stacey, I'm so sorry. I...I don't know what came over me."

"Well, I know what came in me!" she yelled. However, not in a mad way. More of a chuckling astonished way.

I saw her look of dismay turn into a light-hearted smile, and I again apologized for my actions.

"It's okay, Glen. I guess not being with a woman in such a long time got the best of you."

I just nodded in agreement as if to say yes...that's what it was.

We both got dressed, and I asked her if she wanted to have some breakfast before I had to leave for work.

"Thanks, Glen, but I must be getting back. I told my mother I wouldn't be gone long."

"Oh, okay."

Stacey reached into her purse and took out a pen; grabbing my hand, she jotted down her phone number while saying, "Give me a call later."

I happily replied, "You can count on it."

She just opened my door, and standing there was Mom. Not in her red miniskirt but wrapped in a long pink bathrobe.

When did she have time to change? I wondered as I heard her say. "Oh, Stacey, you're still here? I was just coming over to check on Glen."

"No. I just came back this morning."

"That's so sweet of you to do. Wasn't it Glen?" Mom said with a grin.

I just nodded since I was still amazed at how quickly she had changed.

"Well, since you're here, why don't you stop by the house?"

"Sorry, Kerry, I really must be going," Stacey said as she stepped to the side of Mom.

"Okay, dear. But you really must let me make it up to you. I don't think I could have managed Glen last night by myself."

"Really, it was nothing."

Mom smiled, looking at me, and said, "Nonsense. I insist. Why don't you come back for dinner?"

"Can I bring my mother? She's been asking all sorts of questions about you and Glen. I really don't have a clue as to why."

"Why, of course, dear. I'd like to meet your mother. Is seven o'clock okay?"

"It's my day off, so that should be fine. I'll tell Mom you'd like to meet her."

"Great, I'll let you get going then," Mom said, giving Stacey a quick peck.

Stacey ran off while Mom entered my room. She looked at me and with a big smile and said, "I really like her."

"Yeah, I can tell."

I heard Stacey's car pull away, and I sat on my bed and sighed, "Mom, I think we should talk."

Mom sat next to me, placing her hand on my thigh, and replied, "Okay, shoot."

"Listen, Mom. What's going on with you?"

"What do you mean?" she asked, squeezing my thigh lightly.

"Like this. This stuff," I replied, pulling her hand away. "And like before at my window. Jesus!! I don't even know who you are anymore?"

Mom stood up and very seductively asked, "Didn't you like it?"

"Honestly...I don't know what I was feeling."

"Now Glen, come on. I saw how excited you got when you saw me standing there. You were about to send Stacey away, weren't you?"

Stunned, I stuttered, "H... h... how did you know?"

"Because Moms know their sons. Just like I knew what would make you change your mind."

"I'm so confused."

"I know, Glen. That's why I'm here. To help you through this. Wasn't last night fun?"

"It was different, that's for sure."

"And how about before. Didn't that feel good?"

"Yeah, but don't you find it...I don't know...weird?"

Mom chuckled as she knelt in front of me. Placing her hands on both of my thighs, she rubbed them and whispered, "Didn't I get you excited seeing me like that?"

"Mmmom...what are you doing?"

"Shhh..." she cooed as she unbuttoned my pants."

"Mom!" I protested and tried to stop her. But, alas, she had already tugged them down and exposed my penis.

Mom pushed me backward as she quickly jerked on my cock, causing me to groan while she hissed, "Just relax and enjoy it, honey."

"Oh fuck, Mom. It's wrong... to...oh shit!" I faded off, saying.

Mom once again worked her magical touch on my tool, sending wave after wave of sinful pleasure throughout my body.

I closed my eyes as my incestuous side acceded to her touch. I felt my ass bucking up as I croaked, "Shit, you're doing it again to me."

Mom's hand went faster as I heard her say, "Doing what, Glen?"

I blurted out loudly, "Making me like this."

"That's the idea," I heard her say before feeling her moist lips encompass my bulging head.

"OH...fuck!" I blurted out as she skillfully bobbed on my dick.

I clutched at the sheets as Mom brought me ever closer to another climax. No longer did I feel uncertain about what she was doing. I wanted it.

"Jesus, Mom. You're going to make me cum again!" I grunted.

Mom eased my cock out from her warm mouth and rose up. Smiling, she disrobed, saying, "Good, let's cum together then." I gasped as the robe puddled to the floor, revealing her nude sexy figure underneath.

"Mom!" I gulped as she straddled me, resting her warm mound upon my raging hard-on.

Slowly, Mom rocked back and forth, sliding her hot box across my rock-hard shaft.

"Mmm, Ohhh nnn," I groaned as she went faster. Her pussy juices flowed, slicking up my shaft even more. I was consumed by lust as the incestuous experience overtook me. Uncontrollably, I heaved upward, causing my cock to slightly ease inside. However, Mom teasingly lifted up, denying me access to the place I wickedly wanted to explore.

"Not in me, Glen."

I nodded as Mom gyrated faster and harder until she was sending me over the edge. I couldn't take it. I wanted - no, needed - to fuck her. To send my cock deep into my mother's sex. I tried again to thrust my dick into her snatch, but once again, she lifted up, only this time she held my cock against her mound and rocked her clit on it.

"Oh...oh...oh..." she moaned. Her legs stiffened, and she squeezed my dick hard.

I couldn't last and came again for the second time that day, spewing my seed into her hand as she climaxed herself.

Mom leaned forward as my breath raced and whispered, "Fucking Mommy would be crossing the line."

Panting, I replied, "Okay, Mom. You're right."

Mom got off me and put her robe back on and, with a smile, said, "You better get ready for work now."

Work? Shit, I thought. I had completely forgotten about work. Hastily, I jumped up as Mom left my apartment. Rushing around, I tossed on some jeans and a shirt and mad-dashed to the car. Thankfully, my boss was an understanding fellow and wasn't too mad when I told him that I'd overslept.

That day at work was one of the best I'd ever had. Maybe Mom was right since I actually did feel almost like myself again. Not to mention the fact that Rochelle wasn't on my mind. However, that day still had some surprises in store for me.

I went home that evening and got ready while Mom made dinner for our guests. Since this was the first time I would be meeting Stacey's mother, I dressed in somewhat formal attire consisting of a lovely light blue dress shirt and black dress pants with a leather belt. I forwent a tie since I figured that might be overkill and headed over to the house.

Mom looked quite nice in a white floral dress that went down to her knees, and I must say the scooped neck showcased her bosom nicely.

It was just about six-thirty when I set the table while Mom finished tossing the salad. I heard the doorbell and yelled to Mom that I got it.

I opened the door and was taken aback by how good-looking Stacey's mom was, and I choked out a "Hello."

"Hi Glen, this is my mom Ava."

"Nice to meet you," I said, shaking her hand while taking in her nice figure. Ava had on a dress similar in length to my mom's, except her dress was lightly colored pink. I did my best not to stare too long at her ample breasts, barely hidden behind the straining top of her dress.

"Please come in. Mom's just finishing in the kitchen," I said, extending my hand out to show them in.

We walked into the dining room and sat just as Mom came in. I'll never forget the expression on Mom's face when she saw Ava. I swear I thought she was going to drop the salad bowl when she paused suddenly and said in a very startled tone, "No...it can't be you?"

Ava smiled and replied, "Hi, Kerry. Yes, it's me."

"Mom? You know her?" I questioned, and I could tell by Stacey's expression that she was just as lost as I was.

Mom steadied herself, holding the back of a chair as she sat down. I could tell Mom was still in a state of shock when she looked at me and nodded before saying, "I thought you moved away?"

"Yes, I did. But after I divorced Frank, Stacey and I moved back here."

"How long ago was that?"

"Oh, about a year now."

"So is anyone going to tell me what the hell is going on here!" I interrupted.

Mom looked at me and, in an unsteady voice, said, "Remember that lost love I told you about?"

"Yeah?" I replied, quite puzzled. "No...no way. It was a girl who broke your heart?"

Ava smiled and nodded just as Mom mumbled a barely audible, "Yes."

Holy fuck! Mom was a lesbian! My brain screamed in my head. I couldn't believe it. I refused to believe it. She was married to my father, a guy, not to mention everything she had done with me. Was it all an act? Does she really like girls? My mind went into overdrive as I tried to comprehend this twisted turn of events. I was just about to short circuit when I felt Stacey's hand lightly grab mine as she asked, "You okay, Glen?"

"No, I'm not okay! This is insane!" I yelled, standing quickly and exiting the house.

I rushed over to my apartment and locked the door. "Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!" I screamed. What the hell is happing to my life! I thought and then came the light knock at my door.

"Glen...it's me. Can you open the door, please?" I heard Stacey ask.

Really, I wasn't going to, but I figured she must have been as in the dark about this as I was.

I slowly opened the door, never looking up at her as I shuffled my sorry ass to my bed and sat.

"So I take it you're not happy about our mothers' past relationship."

I looked up at her and replied, "You are?"

"I don't know. She never mentioned your mom or that she was bi."

"Bi?" I questioned, crossing my arms.

"Yeah, what else would you call it? Our mothers like both men and women."

"I guess. But still, that doesn't excuse them from not telling us after all these years."

Stacey sat next to me and held my hand softly, and said, "Really, Glen. Did you tell your mother everything you've done? Even if it might have hurt her?"

"Of course not. But...okay, I guess you might have a point."

"So...you going to stay here and pout or go back over and find out more about them?"

I shook my head and stood up. I paused as I gazed upon Stacey's sweet face and thought, She really is a very smart woman.

We walked back over to the house, and I apologized for my rude behavior. After sitting back down, Mom and Ava explained how they met back when they both were strippers and then went on to explain what caused the break-up even though I'd already gotten the...abridged...version from Mom. I looked at Stacey and really couldn't believe she was a year older than me since her complexion made her look much younger.

Things started to settled down as we ate our salads, followed by Mom's homemade spaghetti sauce and ziti noodles. I couldn't help but noticed how happy Mom seemed to be as she chatted up a storm with Ava over all their lost years.

When dinner was over, I told Mom that they should all go into the living room while I got us a bottle of wine, which of course, she wholeheartedly agreed to.

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