Mom's secret life ( collected)

[nandoghosh]

I'm not sure exactly how that works, but she says it's safe, it's very lucrative and she enjoys the variety of men who get to fuck her.
As far as dancing goes, she loves to dance and strut her ass on stage. She's a bit of an exhibitionist, plus it's a good way to advertise her goods.
As I said earlier, it was purely by accident that I stumbled on her secret.
About three years ago, Mom told Dad that she was bored staying at home. Sis and I were getting older and able to take care of ourselves more, and she wanted a job. Dad gave her the OK, and she came back with a job allegedly working nights for a telemarketer. She would work three nights a week, Friday, Saturday and Tuesday, 7 p.m. to 7 a.m.

Now Dad might be shy and gullible, but I had some vague suspicions from the get-go. There just seemed to be too many holes in her story. The company she worked for, Tower Enterprises, wasn't listed in the Houston phone book, and she never would say exactly where the office was located. The schedule was odd, and there were times during my senior year in high college when I'd be up getting ready for college and she'd return from work looking like something the cat dragged home.

But I never put everything together until a group of us from my fraternity decided to take a Friday night trip from Austin to party in Houston, and, of course, being testosterone-fueled guys, we decided to hit some strip clubs.

The third one we came to, about 10:30, was called Headlights. It's located fairly close to the intercontinental airport, on the north side of town, which is world away from Katy. We paid the cover and made our way to a booth along the far wall. The first girl we saw was a pretty little black girl who did all sorts of contortions and earned a nice scattering of tips.

After she was finished, there was a pause, before the emcee announced that the next dancer was, "the ever-popular Dana!" Then the curtain parted and there she was.
I knew immediately that it was her. She didn't even make a real effort to disguise her appearance. She came out in black knee-high boots, a g-string and a sheer, lacy button-down chemise. I sat real low in the seat in hopes that she wouldn't see me. Right then, I wasn't ready for her to be identified as my mother.

Nevertheless, her show got me hard as a rock, because she did things no middle-class suburban housewife would be caught dead doing. She slowly unbuttoned the top, all the time dancing rhythmically, sensually around the stage. When she had the top off and discarded, she played with her little bitty titties as she sashayed around the stage, swishing her long hair this way and that. My buddies all thought she was the greatest.

Finally, she untied one side of the g-string and gave the crowd a real tease, then untied the other side and sawed the cloth strip between her legs as she gyrated around the stage. She had this faraway look on her face that I would later learn was her acute state of early arousal.

Once she'd played with the g-string some, she threw it to the side and danced naked except for her boots. And I mean she danced! She writhed on the stage, humped the obligatory pole like it was gigantic cock, did the splits and spreadeagled herself on a tilted table.

Then as her finale, she lay on her back with her legs high in the air and showed the whole room everything she had to within three inches inside her dripping wet pussy. When it was over, she spent several minutes scooping up the considerable scattering of cash that had been tossed onto the stage.
I had noticed that the little black girl who danced before Mom had come around to each table soliciting tips. Not wanting to be caught by my mom, I ducked into the restroom, then slipped out the door for some air. I had to collect my thoughts on what I'd just witnessed.

As I stood outside, I engaged the bouncer in a conversation. I asked him how long "Dana" had been dancing there, and he said about three years, which fit with the time she'd started working for the "telemarketing company." I asked him if her show was always that hot, and he said that she was one of their most popular dancers, "because it's always that hot."

I thanked him and returned to my buddies. We watched a couple of the other dancers, then Mom came back out, this time in a white baby doll outfit, with a garter around one thigh and four-inch high heels that practically begged, "fuck me!"
It was pretty much the same show as before, though, and when she finished and had retreated backstage, I convinced the guys that it was time to move on. I needed to get out of there and figure some things out.

For not only were the girls soliciting tips, but they were also discreetly passing out business cards to a few selected patrons, which I thought was puzzling. My buddy Dave had been slipped one by a pretty Asian girl, and I nearly flipped when I saw that it was a card for Tower Enterprises. Only instead of telemarketing, they were advertising dates and escorts.

On my way out, I once again had a chat with the bouncer. I showed him the card and asked him what the deal was. He looked around to see if anybody was looking, then pulled me aside.