“Hurry up, Josh,” my mom called from the other room. Coming out of my daze, I shoved my meat as best I could into some briefs and put on the outfit my mom had mentioned. I never really went out to anywhere nice, but she had put out a simple , well tailored, white button-up shirt and some stylish back jeans. Looking in the mirror now, the cut of the clothes accentuated my broad shoulders and I had a brief thought… I look, kinda good?
I entered the livinroom and my mom gave me an approving look. “You look great, honey. And I can see the confidence growing in you already. Sometimes you need an outfit to help you see what sweats and T-shirts hide. You never see me wearing those, do you?”
I chuckled. “Mom, I don’t think I’ll be able to dress like YOU do at school. How would the teachers react to me being basically naked all the time.”
She laughed, but then remarked. “I know some of your teachers, hun. They would be fiiinne, if you did that. Off school grounds anyway. I ran in to Mrs. Steiner last month by the way. I forgot to tell you she says hi.”
She rushed me out the door and into the car before I could really process that. We chatted a bit and before we knew it we were in a different part of town that I had never been. We pulled into the parking lot of an off the path, dark building with the sign on top, “Silks Gentlemen’s Club.”
What the fuck. I thought she was taking me dancing, not to a strip club. She worked at a different club called Secrets, so I knew this wasn’t even that.
“Mom…why are we at a strip club.”
She smiled over at me. “Phase 2 honey. I mean, I couldn’t take you to where I worked! But I have a friend here that was willing to help out.”
“Ok, but my question wasn’t why aren’t we at YOUR club. I thought you were taking me dancing. Not to,” I pointed, “One of these places.”
My mom’s face turned serious again. “These places? Watch your tone young man. These places are what have paid your bills since your dad left.” She softened, knowing deep down that I wasn’t insulting her. “No sweetie. Not a club. I wanted to be able to 100% guarantee you had a good experience. And my friend Candy is a 100% guarantee, I promise.”
She exited the car, leaving me without the chance to question her further. I followed her dumbly to the door where we were met by a large, intimidating bouncer. He maintained a harsh scowl as he prepared to take my ID. Would they even let me in?
Seeing my mom his entire face changed. He smiled broadly and exclaimed, “Skyler! Good to see you!” He referred to my mom by her stage name. He opened his arms and enveloped my mom into a huge hug. Her body was tiny compared to him, and she seemed to disappear underneath his grip. He released her and looked over at me. “Who’s this lucky young guy with you?”
My mom turned to me to give me a look and said, “I spoke with Candy before and let her know I was coming. This is my…friend,” she shot me another look as if to say to play along. “He’s from out-of-town so I am showing him around and making sure he has a nice stay.”
The bouncer chuckled. “Oh, Candy will make sure he has a great time.” He gave me a wink and moved from the door, gesturing us in. “Have fun, playboy. Welcome to town.”
Mom took my arm and led me inside. Once past his earshot, mom whispered to me. “Just be cool OK? I obviously couldn’t tell them you were my son and that you were 18. Candy thinks you are a young nephew. Just play along and it’ll be great.”
I was beyond objections now. Anyway, I had always wanted to go to a strip club, but clearly had never wanted to run into mom at work. Although now the thought was a little titillating. Even though I knew this wasn’t her place, it was kind of exciting to see the kind of place mom spent her working time. Take your son to work day! Ha.
Oh god. I was laughing about it as if it were a casual thing.
Mom kept her arm in mine as she took me past a curtain that let out into a bar area. Music was thumping loudly, so much so that I knew I would have to yell to be heard by mom. Beyond the bar area was a dimly lit, but luxurious looking lounge, with plush benches against the wall with small tables, and then low top tables with chairs scattered around. Everything, of course, pointed to a large center stage with a pole and a catwalk that led to a curtain for backstage. Curled around the pole was a thick black girl, topless, with a g-string and high heels doing her routine. There was a smattering of guests, all darkened in anonymity. A few girls were walking around, dressed in skimpy clothes, either serving or soliciting dances from the men.
“Oh let’s have a seat until Candy can meet us. I know her,” she said pointing to the stage. “Stacie’s really talented.” We had a seat at one of the tables near the stage and I saw that mom was looking up at Stacie and Stacie shot her the briefest of smiles to acknowledge her without getting out of her routine. Mom then was gesturing to the waitstaff for something while I watched the stage. It was hard not to imagine her up there, but also I was thoroughly enjoying the show.
Stacie twirled on the bar, letting it slide along her sex while, with incredible athleticism, she let go with her hands and reached out. She held her self up by her legs and let her body stretch. He natural tits bounced and led down to a toned stomach. She got down from the bar and bent her ass down as she removed her g-string. Her slim waist did nothing to hold back a thick ass that she ran her hands along. She slowly spread her legs apart, giving me a full view of her bare pussy.
“Sexy, isn’t she,” my mom said close to my ear.
“Umm, yea, she’s really hot,” I muttered back. What was the protocol here? Was I supposed to talk about what got me hard (which it certainly was doing) to my mom? Was that part of phase 2. I was trying to play it cool since I hadn’t had a lot of experience with girls in real life being nude. I had a pretty steep porn habit, and had been at some parties where girls got a little wild and gave the boys a show, but nothing like this.
Soon I heard come clinking as a waitress set some glasses down on the table. “Drink up!,” mom ordered.
I was taken aback, since for all her liberalness at home, she had never let me drink before. “But, I’m only…” I started to say before I saw my mom was shooting me a look.
“You are only…21 and so you will drink, right?” she said with mock tension in her voice.
I shrugged and picked up the drink. “A jack and coke,” she said. “You should start out slow, but I want you to loosen up a bit.”
I took a sip and the mix of caramel sweetness with the burn from the alcohol was terrible…until it wasn’t. Soon enough I had finished the drink, having quickly grown a liking to it.
Mom laughed, “Oook, so that was a little fast. But hopefully you can hold your liquor.” Her chair was close enough to me that she could lean in and put her arm through mine while we both watch Stacie shake her ass. Mom even got up at one point, cheering for Stacie and making some money rain down on her. Stacie was sexy and completely naked, but I couldn’t tear my eyes off my mother’s top as her jumping up and down was threatening to make her tits pop out.
After a bit of this, I noticed a sexy young girl walking over to our table. She wore a shiny silver bikini with small triangles covering enormous D-cup tits. Her skin was pale white like my mother’s; her hair red like hers as well. Like Stacie, she was wearing high-heels and a g-string, and even from the front I could see that her walk was making her ass shake. Slim and thick, all at once.
“Hi Skyler, is this Bruno?” the girl said, with a slightly Eastern European accent.
Mom gave me a now familiar look and said, “Hi Candy. Yes, this is my Bruno that I told you about. Are you ready for us in the back?”
In the back? Us?
“Yes, of course. I’ll take good care of him in my private room.”
My mom stood up and started following Candy past the stage to an even darker area. Neither of them waited for me to join them. They of course knew I would. Bruno? Her nephew? How did she come up with these stories? I caught up to my mom and Candy just in time to see them stop at a door with another bouncer who simply nodded and let us both through.
The room was a little more lit than the main stage area, but was similarly lined with plush lounge benches and some small tables. Mom took a seat on a bench close to the door, and I went to sit beside her but was stopped by Candy.
“No,” she said. “You sit here.” She pointed to the seat across the small room on a different bench. I did as I was told, feeling suddenly nervous. I had heard about back rooms before, but given their reputation, why was mom still here?
“Your auntie tells me you are a little bit of a shy boy. Yes?”
“Um, yea. I guess so,” I muttered out. I tried to look past Candy to where my mother was, but could only see the outline of her as it was dark, and she was a little backlit.
Candy raised an eyebrow. “You guess so? I can see what she is talking about. Don’t worry. I will help you. You auntie – she helped a nephew of my own once before too. She is a great woman, your auntie.”
Helped him like this? What was mom doing? I craned my neck a bit again to try and get a better look at my mom, but Candy sat directly on my lap, blocking my view. “So, tell me Bruno. What is your issue?”
She was so direct.
“Um, well. I guess I just haven’t liked my body much and it’s got in the way of, you know, dating.”
Candy had her arms draped around my shoulders to steady herself as her supple ass was directly over my stiff cock. She periodically shifted, either to get more comfortable, or because she knew how to keep me hard. Her enormous breasts were pushed into me and her pretty face was very close to mine. “Oh, you poor man. So has anyone touched you like this before?” she asked as she played with the hair on the back of my head and pushed herself a bit more into me.
I thought of the night before with mom, but even then it hadn’t been like this. This..sexual. It felt really good and I was already as hard as my jeans would let me be. “No. I’ve never been like this with anyone.” Although we had literally just met, everything about her made it easy to open up a bit.
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