Mommy’s Little Stripper - Sex Stories

Mommy’s Little Stripper

... and an MFF threesome queued up to dance ahead of mom. Mom went up to the emcee and spoke to him. He said he would squeeze her in at the end, but that she would have to wait for the other acts.

That didn’t seem to present a problem for my mom. She came back to us and proceeded to add some more ammunition to her buzz. I think the other three of us were way more nervous than she was. When the threesome went up on stage, we ducked in the back to get ready. I went with just a basic thong. My baby sister had on a tiny bikini top, a pair of open-toed pumps, and her footlong strap-on that was going to be headed for mom’s mouth. Aunt Chloe pulled on a corset and bustier top that failed miserably at holding in her monster mom-tits. They spilled over the top. She wore a fifteen-inch strap-on that was bound to be buried in my mother’s cunt and a pair of red thigh-high stripper boots. Below the harness for the dildo, her thick cunt lobes hung down, meaty and moist, a dribble of grool hovering at the tip of her heavy clit.

Mom had decided she liked the dress she already had on. She just added a garter, fishnet stockings, and fuck-me shoes. She had the front of the dress held open by her long hard nipples. She had it pulled up high enough that the gape in her cunt and a little pink flesh hanging out was clearly visible when she walked.

Just looking at her, my cock was already surging. She saw my meat pressing against the front of my thong and leaned over close, pressing her big ...

... tits against my bare chest.

“You know you need to take that cock around the world as part of this show, right?”

My pulsating meat practically tore open my thong.

“I was already planning on that,” I said. “Before Chloe or Kris get inside you, I need to plough the field.”

As I said that, prior act filtered back and the emcee called us to the stage. I slapped my mom’s ass.

“Get ready to get ploughed, bitch,” I whispered to her.

“Promises, promises,” she said, and slowly sauntered out onto the stage.

The crowd was about two-thirds male and a third women. Before the music started, a couple of folks called out remarks about my mom’s and Chloe’s ages, but my mom ignored them. As the music began blaring, she nudged Chloe and Kris to the back of the stage, and pulled me forward.

There were a couple of chairs on the side of the stage. My mother grabbed one, set it down in the center of the runway, then pushed me into the chair. She proceeded to give me a lap dance. I had only had a private dance once in my entire life – I had lived a sheltered existence – and having one from my mother was not on a list of things I expected to experience in life.

She straddled my body and pressed her thick cunt lips against my nine-inch cock that was practically bursting out of my thong. Her cunt gaped and a lobe of pink flesh hung out, thick streamers of grool trickling down. She ran her tongue down my bare chest, teasing my nipples and outlining my tight muscles underneath the ...