My Mom ... the Stripper!
A very odd set of circumstances left me growing up alone at twenty, with my Mother, who was thirty-seven.
Dad had left her when I turned seven or eight ... I barely remember him anymore. She was a schoolteacher, thankfully not at my school, and for a while we were doing well.
Our apartment complex raised our monthly rent, so Mom had mentioned to me that she was going to find a second job. I suggested we just moved into a smaller place, but she was determined, and reminded me it would cost money to move, and we didn’t have the money to do even that.
Less than a week later, she was flush with cash, paying our rent and I helped getting some groceries – until the following month when the rent was due again. She had left for an evening job of some kind and again she was loaded with cash, this time giving me some, paying the rent and getting some groceries.
This happened about three more times, with Mom always coming up with money, all cash, which I had never questioned. It was summertime, so I was out of school and she worked a part time summer school shift.
Some older guys came by the house asking if my Mom was ‘working’ tonight, and I mentioned I thought so – I asked if they’d take me to her because I had never seen her ‘work’ before. I honestly didn’t know what they were talking about, but I was a little bit bored.
They took me to a dive bar strip joint called Miss Kitty’s – they told me to give the guy at the door a twenty to get in, and I did.
The place smelled of cigarettes and alcohol, neither of which I had been around much. Mom occasionally smoked.
A faceless voice said, “And now gentlemen, Welcome to the stage ... Miss Sunny Deelite!”
Recognizing the music from the movie GYPSY, I heard ‘Let Me Entertain You’ begin and a beautiful woman came onstage and started to dance a little and bump and grind. It was getting me hard, and all she was doing was moving around on stage, bending over and showing off a nice pair of tits.
I hadn’t seen Mom yet, thinking she must be serving drinks. She’s told me she had been a waitress in a bar when she was younger. This was probably how she was making all the extra money.
My eyes gravitated back up to the stage as ‘Sunny’ had taken off her top showing off a real gorgeous pair of oversized tits. She had started to play with them as she danced, licking her own nipples.
Shit, she was getting the guys all throwing money at her, as she quickly left the stage – not before picking up all the paper money first.
She looked up and saw me and I realized ... THAT WAS MY MOTHER!
I ran out, getting on the bus and getting home.
I got to my room and jacked off, cumming in buckets quickly. I cleaned up the bed, and took a shower, finding something to eat while plopping in front of the TV.
The front door opened and slammed loudly and Mom had come in crying, running past me, and went to her room and slammed her bedroom door. I felt just terrible, and I went to her room and knocked on her door.
“Mom, mother ... Susan, let me in, please?”
She opened the door a little and said, “I’m sorry Will, you shouldn’t have seen any of that! But, it’s really good money.”
“Let me in, please?” I asked, again.
She had a robe on, and may have been naked under it. We both sat down on her bed.
“Mom, I had no idea that you were so beautiful – of all the girls in that place, you are ... truly gorgeous compared to the rest of them.”
She seemed, quite nervous.
“Mom,” I said, putting my hand softly on her face. “I understand why you’re doing this, for the money and for us. You deserve to be stripping in a nicer place though, and you need more current music.”
“You just saw your mother strip herself topless, and the first thing you mention is the music?”
“Mom, I don’t mind you stripping, don’t be ashamed of it – embrace it, you could be a headliner somewhere. Is there still a circuit like in the old days ... with those stunning breasts – you could make thousands of dollars, and give up teaching completely.”
“Will, hold it for a minute, so you are OK with my stripping, and want to manage me to strip for a living, full time, is that it?”
“Sure, I’m twenty, only weeks from twenty-one, and being of age! You need a few nicer outfits, and better music ... but I was completely hard before you took a single thing off! I hadn’t yet realized it was my mother at that point, so I got a little confused and ran out of the place.”
“What exactly would you expect from becoming my manager, William?” she said leaning back, her robe opening a bit.
“Ten percent, off the top – I’ve almost got a marketing degree, I could put it to use letting the world love ‘Sunny Deelite.’ I think you might have a trademark problem with that name, Mom? We could brainstorm and make you a star!”
“Oh, Will – I was so worried when I saw you there, actually embarrassed that my own son saw me like that ... especially when you ran out. By the time I was outside you were already gone. You think I’m any good? (She giggled nervously) I was hired because the owner wanted to see my tits, but he kept letting me come in and work, sometimes as a waitress, but getting on stage was the real money.”
“So, I got you hard, Will?”
“Yeah, the minute I got home, I wacked off, just imagining those big, beautiful, and superb, breasts of yours, Mom, how big are they anyway?”
“They are F-Cups honey, the underwear I need is so expensive, I wish I’d had reduction surgery when your father was still around, but since you – and everybody else – seems to like them so much ... are you hard right now, honey?”
“Oh, god yes – Can I see them up close, please?”