Mothers bingo nights

Once a week my mum gets dressed up and goes to bingo in a small coastal town, she is very secretive about her bingo nights as she is always late getting home and dad never goes with her, he hates bingo. Anyway I asked mum if I could go with her and she was a little reticent about me going with her as she said she enjoyed getting away from the family and my dad in particular just for 1 night of the week. I asked her why she was always dressed up when she went and she replied that she wanted to remember herself when she was able to wear feminine clothes, nice underwear, high heels and especially stockings. She also said that the bingo crowd was an older persons night out and they would not take kindly to a young 25 year old women, especially if she wins the jackpot.

OK my curiosity was tweaked, I said I could dress in a similar fashion to mum and claim to be her much younger sister, she pondered this and agreed, so on the afternoon of the bingo night, I was instructed on what to wear by mum, I had to wear a dress but it must be of a conservative style, it should not be too short, and finish just above my knees, she instructed that I must wear stockings and they should be held up by suspenders attached to a girdle? Oh well I complied with mums instructions. I was dressed up and ready to go.

I drove over to my parents and myself and mum walked to the bingo bus pick up point. The coach duly arrived and we got on, everyone seemed to know my mum and were asking who I was, mum told them I was her younger sister, the coach was quite full and we got seats although not sitting together. After about 5 minutes on the bus I noticed the older man sitting next to mum had moved his hand to her knee and it was slowly disappearing under the hem of her dress! Mum didn't seem to mind, which I found odd, the hem of her dress was riding up so far I caught a glimpse of her stocking tops and it was pretty clear that his hand was in her knickers! Mum had a distant look on her face, this went on for the entire 30 minutes to the bingo hall. Mum straightened herself out and we got off the bus and went in to play bingo. All of the crowd there would have been over 50, except for me, although I was dressed to look older than my 25 years, no one seemed to notice.

The game ended and Mum suggested we go for a quick drink before the bus ride home which would take longer as we had a lot of people to drop off. After a quick drink we were back on the bus, again we could not find seats together, and again Mum sat next to an older man, as I had to also. Again after a few minutes I could see mums hem riding up revealing her stocking tops and it was clear that the old chaps hand was in her knickers. As people got off, the long back seat became available and mum moved to the back seat, she was followed by the old chap sitting next to her. As soon as they sat down they were kissing the face off each other, it wasn't long before he had the dress zip down so he could fondle her breasts, she was also wearing a girdle so he had to fold down the top half too get access, he was trying to undress my mother and she seemed to be enjoying it, and was not trying to stop him. After a few minutes her dress was off and she was laying on the back seat in her girdle, her knickers were on the back seat, but her stockings remained on. I could not believe what I was seeing, without any warning, he got on top opened the crotch of her girdle and proceeded to what I can only say was ride my mother. By the sounds and the look on her face she was enjoying it! I could not help myself but watch, then another older guy joined them and he fed his semi flaccid penis into her mouth, she didn't object. After a few minutes it was pretty clear that she had come and she had blown one old guy and swallowed his load and the other old guy had come inside her.

After we got off the coach mum made me promise that I would not tell a soul, I agreed and said next time can I sit next to that old chap!

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