Strip For Me

  • Posted on July 8, 2019 at 2:15 pm

by Alexander Hall

{ This story was originally posted at Nifty in February 2015 }

I grew up basically normal. Despite the environment, I was raised in, I really was not the maladjusted youth many would expect of me.  Now the reason I say this is because of what my mother does for a living.

My mom is a stripper. She’s been one my whole life. She was one before I was born and at 37 she still works the stage. She had me one year after she started stripping. She went home with a guy she was dancing for and, despite being on the pill, I was conceived that night.

She had to take a break for a while once she started to show. Thankfully, she’d been very popular at the club she worked at, so they were happy with letting her take some time off. A year after I was born, and she’d lost the baby weight, she went right back. They welcomed her with open arms and apparently the news that Crystalline, her stage name, was coming back was a huge event. The only change was that she no longer went home with customers. She didn’t want another illegitimate child.

Now, there was a reason Mom was a popular act. She was drop-dead gorgeous. She was a brunette, with sharp blue eyes and a button nose. She had very full lips, and she was very trim. Still, her biggest grab was her big, heart-shaped butt and generous breasts. She usually brought home between 800 and 1100 dollars a night, so we were never hard up for money.

Mom was proud of being a stripper, and did not give a hoot in hell for the judgments of others. Many moms at school would slander her, but she never cared. It did hurt me some, socially, as people did not want to hang with the “Stripper’s Daughter,” but I took it in stride. I loved Mom, and what she did to survive was her choice. She could have gone to college, or something like that, but she enjoyed the stage and felt it was a good career for her.

I was intrigued often by her job, and for a few years I considered doing it myself, but Mom shot that down fast. She wanted me to go to college, and do more with myself. What she did was good for her, but not something she wanted for me. Now, I probably would have been a success at stripping. I was basically a slightly less endowed version of Mom; I was taller, my breasts were a cup size smaller and I was a blonde, but otherwise we looked much alike.

Now look, I’m not gay, not exactly. I like guys okay, but women and girls really get my motor purring. And for some reason my mother’s job always intrigued me. I always wanted to see what it looked like, watching Mom removing her clothes for other people’s enjoyment. I never really viewed my mother in a sexual way, but for some reason, I really wanted to watch her strip.

It wasn’t like I had some desire to just see her naked. I had seen that before. Being a successful stripper, she had built a practice room in our home so she could work on new material. A few times, I had entered the room while she was working on her routine, so I had often seen her topless. I had never seen her pussy though; she never took her panties off when practicing.

After a while, the craving to see my mother strut her stuff in the nude was becoming an obsession.

I finally got my chance to see her on my eighteenth birthday. Here’s how it happened, and what it led to.

Since we were never worried about money, I basically had everything I needed. Mom always found it hard to shop for me, so she often asked me what I wanted for Christmas or my birthday. Knowing this was coming, I thought this would be my chance to see if I could finally get my wish.

About a week before my birthday, Mom came into the kitchen for breakfast and asked me. “So sweetie, you have a big birthday coming up.” She smiled. “My little girl is finally an adult. So… is there anything really special you want for your birthday?”

I knew exactly what I wanted, but I was still nervous to say it. This was not something a normal girl asked her mom for. My heart was pounding, but I had to ask. The worst that could happen is that she’d say no. Yeah, she might get angry, but I had to do it.

I took a deep breath and swallowed, to calm my nerves. “Yeah, Mom, there is something I really want, but it’s not something you can buy.”

Mom looked confused. I looked her right in the eye as I prepared to bite the bullet.

“I know this is a strange request, especially because I’m your daughter, but I do have one thing I want for my birthday.” Mom was looking at me with open curiosity in her eyes. “I want you to strip for me, Mom. I want you to give me a show like you give your customers.”

Mom’s jaw dropped in shock. “Angelina, you want me, your mother, to strip for you?” I nodded. “I never would have expected this from you. Tell me something, why would you want that?”

I felt a little more at ease now. She didn’t say no, not yet, and she didn’t seem angry. “I’ve always been intrigued by your job, how you can so easily expose yourself to others. You remember how I once wanted to follow in your footsteps? I just want to see how you do it. I want to see you perform.”

She sat in silence for a bit, and it was tense. I was scared of her response. Then she spoke. “Well, baby, it’s an odd request, but I might be able to fulfill it. Give me some time to think, okay?”

I nodded. Oh, my GOD. It could happen, I might get to see my mother strip!

For the next week, I often caught her deep in thought. I knew she was pondering my request. I did not push her. I wanted Mom to do this of her own free will.

I woke up on my birthday a week later; still no answer. I hoped she’d say yes, but prepared myself for a refusal.

After dressing, I headed down to the kitchen for my birthday breakfast. Every year, she made me my favorite: a full course of pancakes, eggs, bacon, sausage and home fries. Normally this would take too long for her to make, as she was always coming home as I was getting up and she’d be too tired to make such a meal. On my birthday, that was not the case. She always took that day and the day beforehand off.

She was smiling at me as she served me my food. As I ate, she finally spoke. “Angie, I have had a lot of time to think about your request.” I stopped eating at that moment, my heart again pounding. “I will admit, it’s a little odd, but after some thought, I decided that it’s not that big a deal. So yes, I’ll strip for you. Meet me in my practice room tonight.”

I nearly jumped for joy. I would finally see my Mom dance naked.

I barely remember the rest of that day. I was in a fog, anticipating the night. I went out with my friends and all, but I raced home later around eight.

When I got home, Mom was in her bedroom, getting ready. She told me to go to the practice room and wait for her there.

I went downstairs and headed for the room. It had been a guest room when she bought the house, but she converted it when she started making more money. The interior looked like a miniature strip club. In the center was a checkerboard tile floor with a stripper pole in the center of it. The ceiling was fitted with lights and speakers. There was another door on the other side of the room, hidden behind a curtain which also hid a small control board. A few feet from the “stage” was a red leather booth-like couch. It basically looked identical to the one at club where she worked.

The lights in the room were at full brightness. I walked to the seat and sat down, my heart starting to pound.

Five minutes later, I heard the other door open and close. I did not even know what she was wearing. My heart beat faster knowing my present was on the other side of that curtain, and then I heard the click of a switch from the control board.

The lights in her practice room were dimmed, and I heard the beginnings of her signature song list start. I knew these songs well, I heard them often when she began her practice routines. My heart began to pound as I heard a recording of her club’s DJ come through. “La-dies and gen-tle-men. Everyone’s favorite erotic dancer, Crystalline!” 

With that, Mom came out from the side and began her strut to the center of the stage. She was wearing her most popular outfit. The top was a semi-transparent button up blouse, matched with her denim booty shorts. It hid very little. I could see the bottoms of her ass cheeks and the deep valley of her cleavage. My heart jumped at seeing her in this. I did not see her eyes yet. Then she shot her head up and look me right in the eye as she grabbed the pole and began to swing around it, highlighting her start by blowing a kiss at me. This made my heart jump.

She stopped twirling about the pole after a few turns, stopping dead in front of it. Her back was to me as she began to grind her body against the pole as it rested between her breasts. As she gyrated, she thrust her ass at me. The sight of it in those tight shorts was so enticing that I practically began to hyperventilate. I wanted to reach out and touch her ass, fill my hands with it, but I held back. For now, I just wanted to enjoy the show.

I was starting to get turned on, my panties beginning to moisten. I was so engrossed in the view of Mom’s luscious backside that I was caught off guard when she suddenly twirled around and began to rub her butt against the pole. My eyes briefly met hers, and she just kept up that seductive smile.

In the periphery of my vision, I could see her breasts shaking and jiggling, and soon my eyes were drawn to them. Unconsciously, I licked my lips as I watched her tits bounce around. Mom’s top and bra were both very skimpy, and I could see that her nipples were very hard. I could feel an urge in the back of my mind, feeling myself wanting to lean forward and suck them.

She suddenly stopped grinding and her arms came down from above her head. She ran her hands down her body, over her tits, her sides and her hips, before returning to the first fastening of her top. She winked at me, smiling wickedly, before tearing it open. As it parted, her tits were thrust toward me as they continued to bounce. They fought their confinement in her white lace bra, straining to burst free.

There was an itch in my hands, and it intensified as I fought against reaching for Mom and taking her right then and there. I was so engrossed in Mom’s breasts that I did not even notice as she smoothly slid off her top and tossed it to one side. I licked my lips again, and I could feel my snatch beginning to moisten my panties.

God, she’s good. She hasn’t even touched me and she’s making me so fucking hot, I thought.

Mom turned away again, resuming her grinding and thrusting her ass at me. Then she began to ride the pole, climbing up its length and holding herself off of the floor. Holding the pole with her thighs and one hand, she looked at me again and slowly spun around the pole, sliding down until she was standing again, then her hands went to her hips.

I watched intently as she spun away from me and slid her shorts down her legs. I was greeted by the sight of her creamy ass, fully visible in her skimpy G-string. Mom worked the shorts to her ankles, all the while continuing to shake her luscious rump in my direction.

I was gasping in amazement as she once again gripped the pole, jumped onto it and spun around it and kicked off her shorts. I stared, more turned on than I’ve ever been as I viewed my mother in her skimpiest underwear. Despite the dark color of her G-string, I could see a wet spot forming on Mom’s crotch. My God — she was getting turned on by this!

She took one more turn, stopped again in front of the pole and then, a lustful look in her eyes, she began to walk toward me. My breath caught as she came closer.

I couldn’t help but moan when Mom wrapped both arms around me, encircling my neck. She said not a word, just continued to smile as she began to undulate against me.

My eyes widened in shock when she brought her lips to mine and kissed me. Our lips were crushed together for an instant before Mom’s tongue slipped into my mouth.

Jesus, Jesus — I could not believe that my mother was kissing me like a lover. I responded quickly, though, my tongue meeting and tangling with hers.

Mom continued to grind her body into mine as she Frenched me. Our breasts were pressed tightly together, teasing my nipples to aching stiffness while she worked her ass into my lap. Suddenly breaking our kiss, Mom raised herself up until my face was buried in her bra-encased tits. I could barely breathe, but didn’t really care all that much as she rubbed those gorgeous breasts against my face.

She drew away just enough for me to catch my breath, gasping heavily as she leaned back and reached behind to undo her bra. I watched in amazement as she removed one strap, then the other, slowly peeling the cups from her chest. I could not see much yet, because her long hair spilled over her nipples. I don’t know how she did that, but it somehow made her strip tease that much more enticing.

She leaned forward and kissed me briefly, with a quick flash of tongue, before she leaned back again. With a quick toss, she threw her hair back and let her bra drop to the floor, and then my mom’s breasts were bared for me.

It was an awesome sight, Her nipples were very hard, begging to be sucked, and I could feel my lips pulsing, wishing to answer their call.

Now topless, Mom again embraced and kissed me, grinding against me again.

Too soon for me, she broke our kiss and rose again. Her breasts were in my face once more, and she rubbed them against me, purposely brushing my lips with her nipples. She’d stop in the middle of each pass, and I soon got the message.

On her fifth pass and stop, I opened my lips and began to suck her hard nubbin. “Oooooh.” She mewed as I suckled. I felt a jolt shoot through my body as I took her nipple between my lips.

She quickly popped it out and moved her other tit to my mouth, and I sucked it too. I was very wet now. I could not believe that my own mother was getting me so hot. I didn’t want to stop suckling, but I had to as she pulled away and turned her back to me.

She began to moan as she ground her ass in my lap, back and forth over my crotch. As my mother continued her lap dance for me, I could now see she was going all out for this performance.

My vision was almost totally filled by her sensuous curves. I couldn’t take my eyes off her butt, even as she stopped grinding and seductively strolled back to the pole. My heart was beating fast, and my breathing was heavy. I could feel a deep itch in my pussy and hands, both were trembling with need. My hands and cunt both wanted to be filled.

I was entranced as I watched her again twirl about the pole. It was so hot to watch her work her pussy against the pole and slide it between her bare tits.

I was hoping to soon see her remove that last stitch of clothing. It was all that she wore now. Again she stopped in front of the pole, facing away from me, and put her hands to her hips as she continued to dance. I was focused on her wonderful butt as she continued to undulate it back and forth toward me, and as her ass jiggled, she began to slide that tiny G-string down off to reveal her ass.

My mouth watered as Mom’s bottom was bared to me, and the spread of her cheeks allowed me a small glance of her rosebud which, I could now see, she’d had bleached.

When the panties reached her knees, she turned her head to me again, blowing me another kiss. She looked away again when they reached her ankles. She shot up then, her ass and tits shaking as she did, and with a high kick of her left leg, she flicked the last garment away. Now, standing in front of me was my mother, completely naked. She stood erect against her pole, then turned to face me.

I gasped as I viewed her  body. For the first time, I saw her pussy bare, and it was fully shaven. I licked my lips as she again walked up to me, embracing me again as she sat in my lap. I did not even have time to blink as she once again kissed me, her tongue darting into my mouth.

I was very hot, I could feel sweat building all over me, and my panties were very sticky at this point. My mind was blank as I made out with my naked mother. The smooth skin of her back was making my fingers tingle, and I could feel her ass against my thighs. My hands again trembled, begging to be filled.

I could not resist any more, and my hands went straight to her bottom. She moaned into my mouth as I squeezed her ass while we continued to kiss. I did not want this kiss to end. I had never been this turned on. I could feel my face flush and my chest rise and fall rapidly. I was so out of it I didn’t even notice when she pulled away.

I was about to protest, but Mom silenced it when she turned around and leaned her head back to put her lips back to mine. She then grabbed my hands as we kissed and pressed them to her tits. They felt so good in my hands. I squeezed and kneaded those glorious mounds, then started to play with her nipples. I pulled them and pinched them, rolled them and flicked them.

She was moaning heavily into my mouth, and my nose caught a new scent. It was one unfamiliar, yet somehow known to me. It was my mother’s pussy. She was very turned on by this display for me. I could almost feel her juices wetting my jeans. I was very close now. I could not believe I was about to come from watching my mother strip.

I was disappointed again as she parted her lips from mine, then slid back onto the floor. She knelt before me, her legs spread and leaning back, stretching out and pushing out her chest. I gasped as all her charms were revealed to me. It was definitely the sexiest thing I had ever seen. Soon, she looked me in the eyes again, smiling wickedly and beckoning me with her finger. I reached out and pulled her back into my lap, and we resumed our kiss.

I suddenly felt a whoosh of air as she broke the kiss and stood above me, her legs spread. Her cunt was now in my face, and the smell of her pussy flooded my nostrils. I was shocked but pleased when she grabbed my head and ground her cunt in my face. I could tell what she was asking for, and I opened my mouth and put my tongue to her sex.

“Ooooh. Yesss,” She moaned as my tongue parted her lips. As soon as I tasted her, I came. I moaned hard into her snatch, continuing to lick. I had never imagined myself doing this, but at that moment, it felt right, and I found that I loved the taste of her womanly center.

“Mmmmm, that’s a good girl. Make Crystalline come, you pretty minx,” she said to me — talking to me as if I was a customer, not her daughter. She would not let my head go, and I worked my tongue deep into her and within a few minutes, Mom came in my mouth.

I gasped for breath as she stepped back, then sat in my lap again. Her lips went to mine again and for the next five minutes, we kissed as I felt her tits and ass. She told me later this is how she ended every private show like this.

I was very satisfied now. I had finally seen my mother’s act. I knew I was definitely not the first woman she’d done a private show for. Half, maybe more of her regular customers were women.

Breaking our kiss, I looked her in the eye, my hand still on her breast as she sat to my side on my lap. “Do you do that with every customer, Mom?” I asked her.

“No, honey… what I gave you is what I do only for very special customers. I normally charge three hundred dollars for that kind of performance.” I was shocked.

“So you gave me the VIP package? You didn’t have to do that.” I told her.

She just smiled at me. “I know Angie, but it’s your birthday, you deserve something special.” She smiled and kissed me one more time, before getting out of my lap. “Happy birthday, honey.” She said, before she went out the door and left the room, still naked. She made sure to tease me with a final sexy shake of her ass. I sat there for a few minutes, still reeling, before I got up and left the room.

Nothing like that ever happened again between Mom and me. My curiosity was sated. I’d finally seen my mother strip, and that was enough. She told me despite how unusual that night was, she did enjoy it.

Neither of us felt any shame afterward, but both of us felt it should remain a one-time thing. I’m fine with that, and I’m happy that despite what occurred that night, it did not change my relationship with Mom. We’re still pretty much the same mother and daughter we were before that night. We were probably just a little closer now than before.

The End

 

4 Comments on Strip For Me

  1. sue says:

    If it were me I would have been like nine when I said strip for me Mom. But that’s just me. Nice little story.

  2. Dylan says:

    I love Mother/Daughter stories, and I enjoyed this one. Maybe Mom will put on another ‘show’ for her daughter and new girl friend.

  3. David says:

    Very erotic story, well written and detailed. I would have to say that Angie had a strong constitution to not want to be with her mom again, especially after tasting her pussy. Thanks for the repost, oh and Sue would love to hear you story!

  4. Soami says:

    A spiritual experience.

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