Mommy’s Little Stripper - Sex Stories

Mommy’s Little Stripper

... of hard meat. From what Kris had said she had seen so far, I expected my mom and aunt to blow him off. But instead, my mom dug into her purse and pulled out a pair of twenties, which she stuffed into the guy’s thong, giving his monster cock a hard stroke in the process.

The dancer pulled his thong down, exposing his meat for my mom. She looked at my aunt, then up at the guy’s face, his cock hovering a couple inches in front of her chest. My mother grabbed his cock and gave the staff several more strokes, then – to my shock – she pulled her top down, exposing her tits.

I had never seen my mom topless before, she was pretty rigid about these things growing up, so suddenly seeing her globes unleashed from their confinement in front of me came as a shock. She had big, soft mom-tits and wide, slightly-downturned nipples. She lifted her mounds in front of her and wrapped them around the stripper’s cock, sliding her mounds up and down the shaft.

I am embarrassed to admit that I felt a stirring in my shorts. I threw down the rest of the beer and Kris handed me another. I hadn’t eaten since a light dinner three hours ago – the beer was going straight to my head and I felt a rush of wooziness.

“So at what point do you call security?” I asked, taking a swig of the fresh beer and rubbing my forehead. “What are they allowed to get away with.”

“That’s at the dancer’s discretion,” Kris said. “They give me a sign if it gets out of hand and I send in the bouncers, but I’ve been ...

... told to stand down unless they give me the sign.”

“So how far could this go?” I asked.

She looked around the room. “There are only a couple of other patrons here tonight. It’s slow, so my guess is the sky’s the limit. If mom and Chloe keep the bills flowing, they’ll get whatever they want.”

“Aren’t there laws?” I asked.

“Around here, they’re pretty much enforced only for things like non-consensual activities, trafficking, or juveniles. Consenting adults they don’t much care about. But I think they are about to break off.”

While we had been talking, the dancer and our mom had been staring at each other, sort of sizing each other up. Our mother backed off and pulled her top back up and the dancer seemed to lose interest.

My sister’s phone rang and she took the call while I listened to her end of the conversation.

“This is Kris. Yeah...yeah...uh oh...really? Oh wow...okay...okay...I’m sorry...understand...I’ll check and let you know…thanks.” She hung up, then looked at me and bit her lip.

“What?” I asked.

“The owner had to go home, and one of our dancers had a family emergency and had to leave. We were already down to two, so that leaves just one dancer left.”

“Shouldn’t be a big deal, there’s hardly anyone out there,” I said. “Except for mom and Chloe.”

“I know, but…” she trailed off.

“What?”

“The remaining dancer has been on shift since the rush hour crowd. He needs to leave.”

“Okay, then they close early. Mom and Chloe have to go get ...