Mommy’s Little Stripper - Sex Stories

Mommy’s Little Stripper

... their jollies elsewhere and we get the fuck out of here”

Kris was still biting her lip. “The owner saw when I let you in.”

“So what. She can see when you and I leave.”

“I wasn’t supposed to let you in. If my security company finds out I had a family member in the booth – and that you and I were drinking in here - they’ll fire me…”

“Is the owner going to tell?”

“Yes, unless…”

“Unless what?” I asked. I had a very uncomfortable feeling beginning to build in my gut.

“Unless you fill in for the dancer.”

“What?”

“I can’t force you to do so, but I could get fired if you don’t...”

I looked out at the bar. There was only our mother and aunt Chloe, and another pair of patrons at another table. The beer was sloshing around in my skull making it hard to think clearly.

I looked out at our mother in her slinky dress that was practically back off her tits. I had to admit, she did look hot.

Something stirred in my shorts. Kris leaned in close.

“You have to admit, she is pretty hot,” she whispered.

“I was thinking the same thing…”

“We have masks in the dressing room. She’ll never know.”

“Unless we tell her,” I added. “Who knows. Maybe she would be into the idea.”

“I think that’s the beer talking,” Kris said.

“If I go out there without a mask, either she’s going to run away or she’s going to get off on the idea. Think about it. She knew you might be here, and she knew that if you were spooked the first person you were going to call was me. ...

... While the sexual piece is new, we both know she plays head games like that. Fuck it, I’m going out there and showing mom my cock. I think that’s what she wants.”

Kris looked at me. “You’re serious, aren’t you...wow, I got twenty bucks she takes off like a frightened hare,” Kris said, throwing a twenty on the console.

“I got twenty that I’m inside her before the night’s out,” I replied. It was total beer-bravado, but at that point I didn’t care. I was staring at our mom and all I could see was a hot middle-aged woman. My cock was rock-hard.

Kris led me to the dressing room and I took a fast shower. I found a thong that fit me and slicked my toned body down with a thin layer of oil. Then I made my way to the bar.

I didn’t enter through the stage, I snuck through the side door. It let me slip into the room about ten feet from the table where mom and Chloe sat. I peeked out and could see them giggling and drinking, and occasionally glancing up at the empty stage impatiently.

My nine inches was hard as a rock as I slowly slipped towards my mom. She spotted my out of the corner of her eye, and immediately her gaze went to my cock that was straining against the fabric of my banana sling. Her eyes went up a tad, then she let her eyes slowly wander up my abs, across my chest, and, finally, to my face.

When she met my eyes, I felt a chill move through me.

She just smiled, then glanced over at the mirror behind which Kris lurked, then back to my eyes.

“I knew if ...