Mommy’s Little Stripper - Sex Stories

Mommy’s Little Stripper

It was 10:30 PM on a Wednesday night when my cell phone buzzed. I was already in bed, but the call came from my sister. I’m a morning person, which is why I was already asleep, but my sister is a night person, which is why she was up and at work.

My sister worked for a security firm – sort of. It was the sort of security where you work in a closed room in an establishment like a nightclub or a casino and monitor a bank of cameras, alerting the security detail if there’s anything untowards going on. That’s the sort of job that was great for a night owl like her.

I’m a personal trainer who starts work at 4:00 AM and caters to the pre-rush-hour gym rats. Which is a great job for an early bird like me.

We both respected each other’s schedules, so getting a call from her late was unusual – frighteningly so. I answered.

“Hey Kris,” I said.

“Hey Joey,” my sister responded, then paused.

“You okay?” I asked.

“No, not really.”

I was now wide awake. The fact that Kris had called and wasn’t okay at 10:30 at night was way concerning.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“Ugh. This week I was assigned to work security at a strip joint – a male strip joint – the one not far from you as a matter of fact. And you aren’t going to believe who just appeared on the cameras…”

“Um, I don’t know, Angelina Jolie?”

“Be serious.”

“Hillary Clinton?”

She giggled. “I’m not joking, Joey!” she insisted.

“I give up, who?”

“Mom...and Aunt Chloe…”

I was now wide awake. ...

... Our mother was in her mid-forties, and her sister Chloe was a few years younger. They were both really attractive older women. But them appearing on the security monitors at a cock bar was – unexpected.

“Wow…” I said, unsure what to say.

“Can you come over?” Kris asked.

“Come over...what?”

“Come by. I hate to be stuck here alone watching...this…”

“You’re at work, I can’t just come wandering in and let myself into the security station at a male strip bar and act like I belong.”

“No,” Kris replied. “It’s fine. I can vouch for you. Come to the back door. I’ll see you on the cams and let you in. If they say anything I’ll claim your a coworker. In a pinch you could totally pass as one of the entertainment.”

“I…” I didn’t want to go. I didn’t want to see whatever it was my sister was seeing.

“Please...I’m feeling really weird about this…” my sister begged.

“Okay, I’m on my way.”

“Thanks bro, I owe you.”

I pulled on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt and dashed out to the car. The place was about ten minutes from my apartment, and I was there within a few minutes. There were only a few cars in the parking lot. I parked in the back and walked up to the rear entrance. Before I even got to the door, Kris was opening it and gesturing me inside.

The thump of the beat from the stage made the entire building throb. I followed my sister down a back hallway to a small, dark room with a bank of monitors and a couple of chairs. One entire wall of the room was a ...