Mommy’s Little Stripper by JackDRipper

Mommy’s Little Stripper by JackDRipper

Discover the provocative tale of 'Mommy’s Little Stripper' by JackDRipper. Dive into this captivating adult sex story that explores desire, taboo, and the uncharted territories of passion. Read now for an unforgettable experience!<br/>

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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 one-way mirror looking out over the main part of the bar.

Kris thoughtfully handed me a beer – I don’t think she was supposed to be drinking on duty, but under the circumstances I understood – then pulled me to the mirrored window and pointed out two women sitting at a table along the far wall drinking a couple of umbrella drinks.

Our mother stood about 5-9 and was fit and well-proportioned. She had filled out some since her younger days, and her bust and hips were a little wider than they used to be. But overall, she was attractive and looked younger than her mid-forties. She wore a slinky blue-and-black super-mini dress that rode a several inches up the curve of ass. It clung closely to her body, showing off her shape and plunging deep enough into her unencumbered cleavage to almost reach her naval. The intense blue of the dress accentuated her auburn hair beautifully, and the gap in front was wide enough that I could make out the very edges of her stunningly wide aureoles. The darts of her erect nipples poked against the fabric.

Aunt Chloe was like a slightly younger and slightly curvier version of our mother. Her hair was jet back and she he wore a super-short leather mini-skirt wrapped around her substantial ass. Her miniskirt rode high up her ass, showing off the black thong straining to hold back her thick pussy lips. The red blouse she wore was translucent, revealing a black nearly-invisible bra containing her big, heavy mom-tits.

This was a shock. Our mother had taken care of us as children, cared for us, been around for us, and worked her ass off after our father left. As far as we had known, she had never even set foot in a strip club. This was shocking.

“Holy shit,” I said.

“Yeah,” Kris added.

“Is this all they have done so far?” I asked. “Just hang around and drink foofy drinks?”

“Yeah, they have pretty much just watched. When one of the dancers came around looking for tips, they seemed to brush him off. But this is their second drink, and mom’s not a heavy drinker, so I am wondering what’s going to happen now that those two are getting their buzz on.”

“Let’s face it,” I said. “They’re both grown adults. They’re allowed to be here.”

“I know, but it’s not so cool that I have to watch their escapades.”

“Understood, but still, all their doing is having a couple drinks and watching. Did they know you were here tonight?”

Kris knitted her brow. “I…I don’t think so…I don’t know…they know I work security here sometimes…”

“So they knew when they came here you might be doing security.”

“I…guess,” Kris murmured. “I don’t know…oh shit…”

“What?” I said, then followed Kris’s gaze through the mirror.

I was about to argue the point when a dancer came sauntering over to the table where my aunt and mother sat. He looked to be about my and my sister’s age and was buff as hell. He was wearing nothing but a banana-sling thong that was about to burst from the pressure of trying to contain nine inches of hard meat. From what Kris had said she had seen so far, I expected my mom and aunt to blow him off. But instead, my mom dug into her purse and pulled out a pair of twenties, which she stuffed into the guy’s thong, giving his monster cock a hard stroke in the process.

The dancer pulled his thong down, exposing his meat for my mom. She looked at my aunt, then up at the guy’s face, his cock hovering a couple inches in front of her chest. My mother grabbed his cock and gave the staff several more strokes, then – to my shock – she pulled her top down, exposing her tits.

I had never seen my mom topless before, she was pretty rigid about these things growing up, so suddenly seeing her globes unleashed from their confinement in front of me came as a shock. She had big, soft mom-tits and wide, slightly-downturned nipples. She lifted her mounds in front of her and wrapped them around the stripper’s cock, sliding her mounds up and down the shaft.

I am embarrassed to admit that I felt a stirring in my shorts. I threw down the rest of the beer and Kris handed me another. I hadn’t eaten since a light dinner three hours ago – the beer was going straight to my head and I felt a rush of wooziness.

“So at what point do you call security?” I asked, taking a swig of the fresh beer and rubbing my forehead. “What are they allowed to get away with.”

“That’s at the dancer’s discretion,” Kris said. “They give me a sign if it gets out of hand and I send in the bouncers, but I’ve been told to stand down unless they give me the sign.”

“So how far could this go?” I asked.

She looked around the room. “There are only a couple of other patrons here tonight. It’s slow, so my guess is the sky’s the limit. If mom and Chloe keep the bills flowing, they’ll get whatever they want.”

“Aren’t there laws?” I asked.

“Around here, they’re pretty much enforced only for things like non-consensual activities, trafficking, or juveniles. Consenting adults they don’t much care about. But I think they are about to break off.”

While we had been talking, the dancer and our mom had been staring at each other, sort of sizing each other up. Our mother backed off and pulled her top back up and the dancer seemed to lose interest.

My sister’s phone rang and she took the call while I listened to her end of the conversation.

“This is Kris. Yeah…yeah…uh oh…really? Oh wow…okay…okay…I’m sorry…understand…I’ll check and let you know…thanks.” She hung up, then looked at me and bit her lip.

“What?” I asked.

“The owner had to go home, and one of our dancers had a family emergency and had to leave. We were already down to two, so that leaves just one dancer left.”

“Shouldn’t be a big deal, there’s hardly anyone out there,” I said. “Except for mom and Chloe.”

“I know, but…” she trailed off.

“What?”

“The remaining dancer has been on shift since the rush hour crowd. He needs to leave.”

“Okay, then they close early. Mom and Chloe have to go get 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.”