I was still in shock at what my mom was wearing, impressed that she could even get those micro-shorts up around her tight ass, or that flimsy-cheap-silky-pink top that barely covered the front of her bouncing tits. I glanced at mom as she walked next to me, both of us holding hands, on our way down my high school hallway to my locker on my first day freshman year. The outfit was bad enough being ultra-cheap, mega-flimsy- and four sizes too small, but the hooker-heels, pink stockings, pink chock-collar, pink ribbons with her pigtails, and an excess of face makeup that completed the picture of more of a shameless-street-hooker rather than a concerned parent walking her son to school.
The night before my first day of school, it was my mom’s birthday, so we were having our secret celebration that no one knew about, long after the traditional family party. While the rest of the family slept from midnight to morning, i was alone with my mother in the dark corner of the basement no one used, and there in that corner mom and I hid further still under a large blanket.
I had already gotten Mom’s promise i could pick out her clothes to walk me to my locker on the first day, but I never could have imagined how it played out. I had her real sexy clothes in another bag, but as a shock joke I gave Mom the ridiculously small and intentionally designed by the guys at school to be the most insanely skanky-whorish two piece a girl could wear. The bottoms were torn around the hem making them look used, the fabric was so cheap and flimsy it was practically see thru, and it was so overly small and tight the bottoms, were was another way to call the worn-tween-panties, cut more than half away. And the top was even more tiny than the bottoms, showing off the tits more than covering them.
I was kissing mom on the lips, mom was committed to teaching me how to be a great kisser, determined to hold us to her exhaustive schedule of training, including one hour every morning and two hours after dark, before dawn. She had weekend projects for us, which usually consisted of her lying to the family about where we were going, so Mom and I could be alone to act how we wanted, usually the whole time was spent in the cheap motel by our house.
As soon as we took one of our short breaks near the end of the night, sunlight slowing coming in the house, I showed my mom the box that had her outfit, thinking it was going to be a shock-joke, but I was the one who was shocked. Mom was acting like a spoiled girl and overly excited to get the outfit and ignored its style and acted like it was the sweetest thing her son could have done for her. Before mom and I went back to our beds, I watched mom instead of put on her underwear lying next to us, she wore the new outfit, and I was shocked how absolutely slutty-cheap-whorible my mom looked wearing the outfit, but she asked me if she looked pretty or if she looked like a…she hushed, leaned forward and whispered in my ear.. a dumb cheap hooker? i was shocked and began to promise to mom how pretty and beautiful she looked.
So here we were a few hours later, mom smiling proudly to be with her son, ignoring her body is practically exposed shamelessly entirely. The outfit revealing more of her privates than covering them. The click of moms heels down the hall announced us and all of the boys mouth hung open and the girls glared as they stood behind their angle length school uniform, and long-sleeve sweaters. Most of my classmates probably never seen so much skin outside of a porno mag. A path was cleared for us as we passed the crowded hall, and i heard the constant noise of those as we passed shocking cries as they saw the back of mom’s outfit, showing a tease of a string pink bikini panties under that shorts that didn’t cover all of her ass in the back.
“Mom, are you sure that is ok to wear to your sons school,” I asked mom, clearly realizing it was past illegal to have on in public.
Mom stopped and slowly turned to me in shock, and said quietly “What did you just say honey? I made you promise me five times before we left that this was OK and that your mommy didn’t look like a cheap slutty whore.” Mom whispered the last in my ear as she came very close holding me in her arms, our cheeks of our faces together.
I pull back and look Mom face to face, deep in her eyes, than shamelessly look down her exposed body and say loudly, ” I’m sorry Mommy I was sooo wrong, this is not covering you enough at all and you look very, very… trashy!” I blurted by mistake.
My mom stood back and blushed and tried to cover herself moth with the tiny bit of material she was covered with. It was like Mom instantly realized my classmates all stared wide eyed at her shameless whore-costume. I admit to mom then and there that I switched her gift and my hooker I pay to fuck’s gift. The cheap hooker got the “best Mom Ever” necklace and my got the cheapest-sluttiest-skimpiest-hooker-costumer on the net, size extra small, but Mom seemed so excited to get this I couldn’t bring myself to tell her the truth. Even after she tried it on and asked if he was sure it was OK to wear, he lied and said it was.
Now, as if the outfit shrunk, mom was not helping as she bend over to mess with her shoe, sticking her ass to the main crowd. I had no choice but to pull mom into the nearest bathroom and wait for class to start and the students to leave the hall before getting mom out.
I am holding mom and she is holding me as we standing pressed together in the stall, and there is two seconds of standing there before we lock eyes, and our unspoken communication told us to practice our kiss, as this week mom had pushed for an extra hour a day to practice the “DEEP MAKE_OUT PASSIONATE KISS” and without a word, and while our eyes looking deep into the others, we kiss like with the intensity of a fire, spending the next 30 minutes or longer kissing my mother, who is dressed like a whore, in the bathroom stall of my high school, and we let things get out of control.
I was embarrassed already because mom made it a point for the whole school know that she was giving me kissing lessons. Mom and i got approval from the school to practice on school grounds by starting a group that aims to normalize mom and son kissing for fun and to show affection. i had agreed to do that with mom but was not aware it involved a table to run after school once a week. Working that table with mom each week for an hour was strange, because no one came up to talk to us to get information, so it wasn’t long of sitting there no doing anything that we worked on what the program was about.