Mom's secret life ( collected)

[nandoghosh]

Some of the girls are, um, available after their show," he whispered. "If you've been given a card, then you've been offered an opportunity to take out one of the dancers at some point later. It's basically a dating service. What you do is call and make an appointment, go in and do an interview. They do a background check, and run a blood test, and if you're OK, you'll be contacted and put on the client list. Then, after their show, the girls meet their clients for whatever the client wants to do."
"How much does it cost?" I asked.
"It ain't cheap, I can tell 'ya that," he said. "Just the initial interview is $250, and a date with one of these ladies can run you up to $1,000 for the night. Kind of weeds out the riff-raff."

What about Dana? Is she available?" I asked, trying to keep the hysteria out of my voice. After all, this was my mother we were talking about.

"From what I hear, she's booked solid for a month," the bouncer said. "And they say she's got a waiting list of clients looking for a date with her. I'm told she's the hottest gal they've got."

I thanked the bouncer and joined my pals, who had been waiting impatiently for me to come on.
We hit a couple of other clubs, looking to score with some chicks, but I wasn't really into it, and I soon quit drinking and volunteered to drive home. I needed to sort through my tangled emotions, and think about everything, and the long, late-night drive back to Austin was perfect for that.

Problem was, all the way back I kept replaying my mom's show in my mind, so that I had a hard-on that threatened to burst through my jeans the whole way. And it didn't help that the guys got to talking about some of the strippers we'd seen, and Mom was one of the ones they talked about. No, scratch that, she was the one they raved about.

"Wouldn't you like to have that bitch's long legs wrapped around your back?" I heard someone from the back seat say.

"Well, she didn't have much up front, but..." said another.
"Who cares about that?" my best friend Mark interrupted from the passenger seat. "Did you see that pussy? Oh man, I'll bet she fetches a pretty penny for that hot snatch. Whadda you think, Rich?"

"I, uh, yeah, sure, I'll bet she does," I said distractedly.

"You OK?" Mark asked. "You've been awfully quiet ever since we left Headlights. Somethin' bothering you?"

"No, no, it's just been a rough week, and I'm kinda tired," I said. I sure as hell didn't want my frat brothers finding out my mother was a stripper and a whore.
The moment we got back to the house, I headed straight to bed and crawled between my sheets naked. My cock was like iron as I once again played the scene through my mind. Only this time I imagined that I was on stage with her, and Mom was riding me, taking my big fat cock up her juicy canal, her head thrown back in ecstasy.

Whenever I masturbate, which isn't all that often, I usually draw it out, make it last, and I'm usually rewarded with a rather spectacular cumshot at the end. Not this time. I squeezed a little oil over my cock, went through the fantasy of fucking my mom, and covered my chest with a truly awesome spray of cum, all in the space of about five minutes.

Afterward, I lay there wide awake, thinking about what I was going to do. No, check that. I knew what I was going to do, I just didn't know how I was going to go about it.
I was definitely going to try to fuck my mother. That evening's show, and the knowledge that she was turning tricks after working at the strip club had made that decision easy. But I didn't want to blackmail her into it, for several reasons.