Carol’s Grandson Surprises Her At The Male Revue #cfnm #malestripper #girlsnightout #malerevue #bachelorette
Carol had imagined her sixty-fourth birthday unfolding exactly like this: a dimly lit club, pulsing music that felt just a little too loud, and the familiar comfort of sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with the three women who had known her longer than almost anyone else.
Marjorie, Brenda, and Diane were all in their sixties too, all married for decades, all mothers and grandmothers who still remembered what it felt like to laugh until their faces hurt. Tonight wasn’t about reclaiming youth. It was about celebrating survival, friendship, and another year earned the hard way.
The club was hosting Male Revue Night, advertised clearly and unapologetically as ladies only. Carol had blushed when Marjorie suggested it weeks earlier, then laughed and agreed. Why not? At their age, the shock value was part of the fun.
They ordered cocktails, leaned in close to hear one another over the music, and laughed at the theatrical confidence of the early performers. It was silly, exaggerated, and safely anonymous. Nothing here touched their real lives.
About thirty minutes in, Carol was just beginning to relax. Her shoulders loosened. Her laughter came easier. She was midway through a sentence about how she never would have believed she’d end up in a place like this at sixty-four when the lights dimmed again.
The emcee’s voice boomed cheerfully across the room, announcing the next performer.
Carol froze.
The name hit her first. Then the figure stepping onto the stage came into focus. Tall. Familiar posture. A walk she had seen a hundred times crossing her living room or heading down her driveway.
Her heart dropped straight to her shoes.
“Oh, dear God,” she whispered, barely realizing she’d said it aloud.
Jason.
Her grandson, in nothing but a tight black thong, which was straining to contain him. His golden skin gleamed under the lights, every muscle in his athletic body flexing as he moved.
Twenty-one years old, home from college, the same boy she had helped learn to ride a bike, the same young man who hugged her too tightly at family barbecues. The world seemed to tilt as recognition settled in. Around her, Marjorie sucked in a sharp breath. Brenda’s mouth fell open. Diane stared, blinking hard, as if her eyes might be lying to her.
Carol felt every emotion arrive at once: disbelief, panic, disbelief again, and a rising urge to satisfy her growing curiosity about Jason. This wasn’t part of the plan. She felt titillated and being honest with herself, even a little aroused.
She smiled uncontrollably and blushed, while the music swelled and the room erupted in applause.
She thought to herself that this birthday, this night, will come with surprises she had never imagined. And her eyes devoured Jason as she smiled.
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Nice. Did Carol get all of it in her mouth that night ? Or was it too big for her and she gagged on only half of it ? LoL
January 3rd, 2026 at 12:08 pm