I remember back on the night of my 21 st birthday some of my best friends from school came up with a wild idea. They could have my birthday party at the hot ass strip club down on the end of the highway. It seemed like a pretty nice place but it also had a very bad reputation. Which was one of the reasons it was the most popular place in town to go to. Go figure. I remember them telling me that they would buy me some table dances and give me some money to give to the strippers. Not having much of a social life I said ok and we went to the strip club. Boners and all. Just imagine. You walk in the front door of the strip club and immediately you hear the hooting and holloring of all the horny dudes in the strip club. You hear the sounds of glasses dropping down on the bar, sounds of loud music playing while the women danced on the stage. You hear women hooting. The women you can now see dancing on top of the light up stage stage. The stage that has red strobe lights flashing, and white smoke rising from it. You see the strippers on the stage wiggling their asses and cupping up their gorgeous tits. You see them licking their nipples and giving coy little smiles to all the men that where on the floor down below them throwing money up to them in some hope they would be considered a favorite. You see all the tables in the club that have men sitting at them with dancers on their laps or on their tables. You then see a women in a very tight bikini bottom walking upto you. The woman that you can now feel taking your hand. You can now feel her rubbing your cheek right before leading you back to one of the red couches along the yellow wall that has men getting couch dances all the way down. You feel your dick start to stiffen as you walk to the couch with her but you feel an unbelievable feeling of guilt. Knowing that the stripper that has taken your hand is a woman you know well. The stripper with long black hair, blue eyes, flawless young looking skin and tits that look to be at least 34/dd is a woman you know very well. She is your mother. Your mother is a stripper.
"John!", your mother said in a shocked way as she turns around to face you. "How dare you come in here. This isn t the kind of place I want you in. I don t care if you are 21 now. I don t want you in places like this."
"Me?" You answer, putting your hands to your waist. "What are you doing in here mom? Dad would fucking go bolistic if he knew you were a stripper. I can t believe this. How long have you been doing this?"
Your mom takes your hand and sits you down on the couch in back of you. She then sits down next to you.
"I m going to tell dad as soon as I get home you know. You shouldn t be doing this mom. You don t know how disrespectful this is. He s always given you everything you need. Everything you asked for. I know you don t need extra money. What is the reason?"
Your mother puts her head in her hands and starts to cry. She reaches forward and puts her hand on your thigh.
"I m going to tell you something," You mother says, wiping away some remaining tears. "There are some things that you and your father don t know about me. Some things that noone knows about me. This isn t the first time I ve stripped. Back when I was fifteen my father used to make me do it."
You are knocked back with shock.
"He said that we needed extra money and I was going to do it whether I liked it or not. I didn t like doing it but he made me. You have to believe that."
"Mom," You say. "You never told me that. How could you keep something like that to yourself all these years? Have you told dad?"
"No," Your mother says. "And I don t want him to know ok? It would destroy him. I m not ready for a divorce at this time in my life."
