Birthday Stripper

“You made a lot of money tonight,” said Ethan as he sat on a stool next to her and began drinking his beer.

“I didn’t do it for the money, but I’ll take it anyway,” she said as she finished counting her money and then started drinking her beer.

Ethan didn’t want to bring up how some of that money was from what she gave him earlier when he was about to go to an actual strip club. She seemed to be very happy with her little fortune.

“You really enjoyed yourself tonight.”

“What can I say? You put on one hell of a show,” said Ethan. “By the way, those took me by surprise.”

He was pointing to her nipple piercings, and she couldn’t help laughing.

“Yeah, I used to wear them when I used to dance professionally, and I still like to put them on occasionally,” she replied. “I thought it would be fun to wear them tonight because I know how much people really love seeing them.”

“I sure did,” and they both laughed.

“So, would you say your birthday curse is finally over?” she asked.

“I think it’s definitely is over. Thank you for that, by the way. You really made this birthday something to remember.”

“I’m just glad I was able to give you what you wanted tonight,” she replied.

“Not exactly how I planned it, but I did get everything that I wanted, and you helped me get it,” he said before drinking some more. “Well, all except for the champagne court dance you promised that your friend was going to give me. But there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Linda’s eyes flashed open when she realized that she forgot about her promise for a champagne court dance.

“Oh no, I completely forgot about that,” she said. “I promised you a champagne court with a stripper.”

“Yes, but like I said, there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“But that was supposed to be my gift to you.”

“Mom, you’ve already done enough for me tonight,” he told her.

“But I can still give you that one gift,” she said as she got off her bar stool and walked over to him.

“How do you plan to give me a champagne court? Are you going to try and call another one of your old stripper friends and see if they can come another day?”

“No, I was thinking I’d give you that champagne court.”

She said this as she moved very close to Ethan. She wrapped her arms around him and pushed her naked tits up against his chest.

“Mom, are you really suggesting you give me a lengthy lapdance?”

“No, I’m suggesting that Ruby give you a lapdance,” she said in a seductive voice.

Ethan chuckled. He couldn’t believe his mother was doing this.

“Well, Mom, or Ruby, or whoever you are, I think you had too much to drink tonight.”

“I haven’t been drinking that much.”

“But still, I’m your son. Dancing naked for me was going far enough, but a lap dance? From you?”

“Why not? I saw how you were looking at me when I was dancing; you really loved it.”

“I admit, I loved the show. But I just can’t do that.”

“Your mouth says no, but your hand on my ass says something differently.”

At that moment, Ethan realized he had his hand on his mother’s ass. He didn’t even realize he was doing it until she said it. Now that he realized his hand was there, he couldn’t help thinking how great her ass felt. He could feel his dick getting hard, and he was sure his mother could feel it also.

“Nobody is around. It will be our little secret,” she said as she gave him a very alluring look. “Let Ruby make your birthday extra special.”

“This is wrong on so many levels,” he said. “But why the hell not?”

Linda squealed in excitement as she gave him a big hug. She then went behind the bar to the mini fridge, where she kept a small bottle of champagne with the twist top covered in gold foil. It was the kind they tend to serve in strip clubs. She liked those bottles, so she always kept them on hand. She then grabbed two champagne glasses, and she and Ethan made their way over to the couch.

Ethan took the bottle from her, opened it, and poured it into both their glasses. They raised their glasses and made a small toast before drinking it all up. Linda then took her phone, paired it again with the speakers, and put on a playlist she thought sounded right for the occasion and lasted long enough for the length of a typical champagne court.

“Are you ready?” she asked.

“I’m ready whenever you are, mom. Sorry, I mean, Ruby.”

Linda gently got onto his lap. She positioned her pussy right on top of her son’s groin; she loved that he was already hard for her. She began rocking her body back and forth; her tits were just inches away from Ethan’s face. He couldn’t help staring at those beautiful mounds of flesh; he felt like a dog drooling at the sight of a juicy steak. He kept his hands on her ass in the beginning; he really wanted to grab her tits, but he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to do this with her despite this being her idea. Linda solved that dilemma for him by grabbing his hands and moving them to her tits, and he gave them a good squeeze. He had felt his share of breasts in his young life, but he never felt ones as good as his mother’s felt right now.

She turned around for him and began rubbing her ass hard against his groin. His dick was still in his pants, but with the way she was pushing herself into him, it was as if he was ass-fucking her. She leaned back against his body, and Ethan reached around to massage her breasts again. He had fun kneading those large mounds of flesh and playing with her nipple piercings.

Linda turned back around to face him again. She grabbed the champagne bottle and gently poured it over her right breast as she brought her nipple right up to her son’s mouth. He took this as an invitation to suck on that nipple, and he eagerly did so just as the champagne poured onto his face and into his mouth. He suckled on that pierced nipple like he was breast-feeding, but instead of milk, he was getting champagne.

“Don’t forget the other one,” said Linda as she moved her right tit away and did the same thing with her left tit this time.

She was having a lot of fun letting her son play with her tits like this while she poured champagne on her chest. She did this plenty of times back in her stripper days; men always got a kick out of drinking champagne or other forms of alcohol off her tits like this. She never thought she’d be doing this with her own son, nor would she ever think she would get aroused from getting him turned on like this.

She pulled her tits away from Ethan and then just poured the rest of the champagne all over her tits, letting her son see the yellowish bubbly waterfall on her chest. She threw the bottle away and then began grinding her pelvis into his groin, furiously dry humping him. Ethan held on to her hips tightly as she did this, even trying to guide the direction and speed of her movements.

“You like me doing this?” she asked in a sultry voice. “You like me acting like a little slut for you?”

“Yes, Ruby, I really do,” he replied.

Linda brought her tits closer to his head and squeezed them around his face, even motorboating him a little bit. Ethan began sucking on her tits again; he was becoming obsessed with them. He flicked the nipple with his tongue, wanting to tease her like she was doing to him this whole time. Then he took it into his mouth and sucked on it like a piece of candy, pulling on the piercings. He went back and forth on each nipple this way, enjoying every moment of this experience.

Linda then slid down his body until her tits were on the bulge of Ethan’s pants. She began moving her tits back and forth on his groin, simulating a titty-fuck. She looked up at him as he did this, giving him a big smile and a wink. She then went back up on his body and returned to furiously dry humping him.

“Oh yes! Oh, yes! This feels so good!” She screamed out. “I’m going to cum! I’m going to cum!”

She looked at her son, who had a huge smile on his face. She wasn’t really getting an orgasm, but it was something she used to do for men in the champagne rooms. They liked the idea that the woman they were with was getting off as much as they were. Sometimes her pussy would get very stimulated from the dry humping she would give the men, but that was about it.

Linda began to slow down when she heard her playlist coming to an end. She let her son feel her up a little more before the song finally ended, and she got off of his lap and sat down next to him on the couch. They both said nothing for a long time, which was just fine for Linda. She was worn out and breathing heavily. She hadn’t done a lapdance like that in years.

“That was amazing,” said Ethan. “Thank you, Ruby.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself,” she replied.

Linda reached out her hand and put it on her son’s dick, feeling the erection that was still there. Ethan looked at her strangely, wondering what she was doing.

“You didn’t cum for me,” she said as she pulled her hand away.

“I tend to last a while,” he said, not realizing he was bragging.

“I used to get men off every time I give them a champagne court dance,” she said as she took her hand away from Ethan’s groin. “I guess I’m losing my touch.”