Initiation to the club

I knew mum had caught me masturbating but I thought she was as embarassed as me and had pretended it hadn’t happened. She never said anything and I thought that was it. Then the next week came the shock of my life.Mum always went out on a Tuesday evening. The only thing was that this Tuesday, at the lunch table mum said she wanted me to come out with her. I asked her where but she just said a surprise … my treat. I asked how I should dress and she said just casually.When the time came I put on jeans and a tee shirt and when mum asked if I was ready I looked at her dress and wondered if I was under-dressed. “You will be fine” she reassured me.She asked if I could drive because of her heels so I did and she directed me. After a while on the main road she started to direct me into what seemed like the middle of nowhere. Eventualy we came to a big country house and drove up the drive. The car park was fairly full. We got out of the car and walked to the front door. Mum pushed istanbul travesti it open and led me inside. There was a recption area with a young woman at it. Mum told me to sit on the other side of the hallway as she went and spoke to the receptionist.I watched closely as they chatted, motioned at me, filled in some forms and then mum brought them over to me. “Just sign here.” She said and gave them to me. I went to read the first one but mum said, “We haven’t got time for that; just sign them.” I signed all three and gave them to mum who returned them to the desk.”Come with me.” Mum looked at me and started walking down the corridor. I followed and as we approached the door at the far end I could hear music and voices. Mum led me inside with a smile and as I entered it appeared initially like a large bar. She led me to a table in one corner and as I made my way I noticed the waitresses were topless and in stockings, boots and nickers. I istanbul travestileri smiled and then remembered who I was with and looked back at mum perplexed. “Sit down.” she directed as we reached the table in the corner. My cock was hard from the sight of the waitresses and as I turned to mum to ask what this place was she placed her hand on my crotch.My immediate instinct was to recoil but it felt nice and the scent of the place had me really horny. Mum smiled, gripping my cock through the jeans. “It’s like this …” mum began “those forms you just signed consent to everything that happens in here.”The first form simply states that you are free of any diseases and that you submit to any tests deemed necessary by the management. Since you have not been sleeping with anyone then that one is fine but someone will still want to come and take a test in a little while to be certain. Then the second form was temporary membership because this travesti is a private members club.” Mum was squeezing my cock as she talked and it felt great. It was throbbing and aching. She continued “The last form I should have checked with you but I didn’t want to spoil the surprise.”I looked at Mum perplexed. “It was the disclaimer. By signing that form you consent to everything that happens in here. This room is tame but when you go upstairs or downstairs then that form comes into play. You see in here there is no such thing as rape. you consent to whatever anyone else wants to do to you short of permanent physical mutiliation or death. If you want to avoid pain, do not go downstairs. This floor is limited to heterosexual one-on-one relationships.” At that moment a waitress came over with a glass and a syringe. “Spit!” she ordered thrusting the glass in front of me and then, without warning, she jabbed the needle in my arm and withdrew a sample of blood. I spat in the glass, she handed me some cotton wool and I pressed it against the mark where she had taken the blood.We shared a drink whilst we waited for the all-clear and I noticed a couple on the other side of the bar keep looking at us.Eventually the waitress returned with a chain and handed it to me.