The sun had risen by the time Vicki and Bob woke up. Bob drove her back to their meeting point from the previous night. He couldn't stop smiling and clearly felt he had received far more than his money's worth from the previous night. After saying goodbye she got in her car and drove home.
When Vicki arrived home she experienced a tangle of emotions. On the positive side she felt very well fucked and satisfied. However, offsetting that was a lingering guilt about what had happened. She admonished herself for watching Sara strip instead of finding some way, any way, to avoid it. She also felt guilty about the intense fantasy she had created as she and Bob fucked.
Surely Bob had started the dirty talk thinking it would be fun to hear her talk about fucking another woman. In those wild lustful moments Vicki wanted nothing more than to fuck Sara. She wanted to tease Sara's tits, suck her pussy, and let Sara explore her completely.
Fortunately, Sara was still asleep when Vicki arrived home. Vicki was glad to have a little more time to compose herself before having to face Sara. Even though Sara wouldn't know about Vicki's fantasies there would be questions enough about the encounter at the strip club.
Vicki stepped into the shower and hoped the conversation with Sara wouldn't be too awkward. She took a long, hot shower and realized that what she really wanted to know is how it made Sara feel to dance for her mom. Vicki knew how it made her feel, and the horny part of her mind wanted to know if Sara felt the same way.
However, as she dried off Vicki pushed that idea aside. She scolded herself for being a pervert or a weirdo. What was she expecting Sara to say? Even if Sara did say something, what did Vicki think would happen next? Vicki knew rationally that she was being ridiculous but she also knew her taboo fantasy was very exciting.
Vicki lounged in bed for a while before she decided to call her son. She hoped maybe that talking with him would snap her out of the silly fantasy world she had created with Sara.
She and Jon talked regularly now and visited as often as they could. He lived a couple of hours away, so it wasn't too hard to make the drive to get together for a day out or a nice dinner. Vicki drew great comfort from reconnecting with her son. She knew that they didn't quite have a typical mother-son sort of relationship, but she could hardly expect that after all that had happened.
Instead they seemed to be forging their own sort of relationship, but Vicki felt them getting closer and she was thankful for what she had. She did feel a bit of lingering guilt about the relationship between Sara and Jon. She felt bad that they had been deprived of a normal brother-sister type of relationship. Vicki could see the similarities in their personalities and was sure they would have formed a close sibling bond if they had grown up together.
Instead, they had something closer to the relationship of cousins who lived far apart and saw each other infrequently. They were friendly but didn't seem to go out of their way to talk or make contact with each other. Vicki hoped they would become closer but she wasn't about to force either of them into anything.
She and Jon chatted for a while. They finally said their good-byes and made plans to talk again soon. After she hung up she felt the now familiar pang of guilt at the secret she kept from Jon.
After all she had been through she promised herself to be open and honest with her kids about what she did and why she did it. She still hadn't told Sara the full extent of what she did at work. Instead, she told her that she performed private dances rather than saying she was a prostitute and Sara accepted that. However, Vicki knew that with Sara now in the business it would only be a matter of time, if she hadn't already figured it out, before Sara understood what happens at the clubs like the one where she worked.
She could never bring herself to tell Jon about any of her past work as a stripper or what she did now. She still didn't know why. Initially she guessed that maybe she didn't want to scare him away or make him feel weird about her, but now the lie had gone on for so long that she felt like she was trapped and couldn't tell him the truth.
When she finally left her bedroom, wearing only her loose bathrobe, she headed for the kitchen. She was surprised to find Sara sitting at the table eating a banana and looking at the previous day's mail. Sara was dressed only in the oversized T-shirt she wore to sleep in and looked like she had just gotten up.
"Morning," Sara said to her mom as Vicki stepped into the room. There was something a little knowing and teasing about Sara's tone. "I was a little worried about you, you know, with being out like that."
"Sorry I didn't call," Vicki replied with a smile at hearing Sara act like the mother. "I guess I didn't expect to be out that late."
"So, who was the guy?" Sara asked.
Vicki answered that it was Bob, a guy she knew from work. "He didn't look like a bouncer, is he a bartender there?" Sara asked.
"No," Vicki answered sheepishly, "he's one of my customers."
"Mom!" Sara answered in a playfully scolding tone. It was one of the unwritten rules of the business that dancers don't get personally involved with the customers. It helped to avoid any conflicts between reality and fantasy and kept everyone acting properly.
However, both Sara and Vicki knew that even though this was supposed to be one of the big "rules" that virtually every dancer had broken it at some point. Vicki knew from her own experiences that when she was feeling particularly horny it was very easy to pick up a guy at the club for a quick fuck. It only took a bit of extra attention to have the guy totally wrapped around her finger and ready to fuck.
Vicki was still wrestling with how to bring up the subject of the club, but Sara got to it first. "So, um, whose idea was it for you two to come to the club?" she asked.
The fact that Sara thought it might have been Vicki's idea was unexpected and Vicki felt a little tingle of excitement. Vicki said it was Bob's idea but Sara still had more questions.
She didn't directly ask the question, but it was clear what Sara wanted to know. Sara wanted to know why Vicki had remained at the edge of the stage and why she hadn't left when she knew Sara was dancing.