Mommy’s Little Stripper - Sex Stories

Mommy’s Little Stripper

... one-way mirror looking out over the main part of the bar.

Kris thoughtfully handed me a beer – I don’t think she was supposed to be drinking on duty, but under the circumstances I understood - then pulled me to the mirrored window and pointed out two women sitting at a table along the far wall drinking a couple of umbrella drinks.

Our mother stood about 5-9 and was fit and well-proportioned. She had filled out some since her younger days, and her bust and hips were a little wider than they used to be. But overall, she was attractive and looked younger than her mid-forties. She wore a slinky blue-and-black super-mini dress that rode a several inches up the curve of ass. It clung closely to her body, showing off her shape and plunging deep enough into her unencumbered cleavage to almost reach her naval. The intense blue of the dress accentuated her auburn hair beautifully, and the gap in front was wide enough that I could make out the very edges of her stunningly wide aureoles. The darts of her erect nipples poked against the fabric.

Aunt Chloe was like a slightly younger and slightly curvier version of our mother. Her hair was jet back and she he wore a super-short leather mini-skirt wrapped around her substantial ass. Her miniskirt rode high up her ass, showing off the black thong straining to hold back her thick pussy lips. The red blouse she wore was translucent, revealing a black nearly-invisible bra containing her big, heavy mom-tits.

This was a shock. Our ...

... mother had taken care of us as children, cared for us, been around for us, and worked her ass off after our father left. As far as we had known, she had never even set foot in a strip club. This was shocking.

“Holy shit,” I said.

“Yeah,” Kris added.

“Is this all they have done so far?” I asked. “Just hang around and drink foofy drinks?”

“Yeah, they have pretty much just watched. When one of the dancers came around looking for tips, they seemed to brush him off. But this is their second drink, and mom’s not a heavy drinker, so I am wondering what’s going to happen now that those two are getting their buzz on.”

“Let’s face it,” I said. “They’re both grown adults. They’re allowed to be here.”

“I know, but it’s not so cool that I have to watch their escapades.”

“Understood, but still, all their doing is having a couple drinks and watching. Did they know you were here tonight?”

Kris knitted her brow. “I…I don’t think so...I don’t know...they know I work security here sometimes…”

“So they knew when they came here you might be doing security.”

“I...guess,” Kris murmured. “I don’t know…oh shit…”

“What?” I said, then followed Kris’s gaze through the mirror.

I was about to argue the point when a dancer came sauntering over to the table where my aunt and mother sat. He looked to be about my and my sister’s age and was buff as hell. He was wearing nothing but a banana-sling thong that was about to burst from the pressure of trying to contain nine inches ...