Son’s Birthday, Mom gives the ultimate gift

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“Where is here,’ I said finishing up the last of the beer.

We got out of the limo, and I straightened myself up as best as I could.

“You look sensational,” Jack said to ease my fears of looking like some tart who just had sex in the back of a limo.

I looked up at the name of the place blazoned with red neon lights.

“A gentleman’s club?” I said accusing him. “Oh no Jack. I’m not going into a strip joint.”

“Oh come on. It’ll be fun. It’s not like that. Very high class. Guys bring their dates here all the time.”

“Jack.”

“Come on. It’s my twenty-first birthday. You have to take me to a strip club.”

“Your mother’s not taking you to a strip club.” I know what you are thinking. I already let him kiss me, grind on me, and then do body shots off my naked stomach. It was too late to do the parental thing now.

“My mother’s not, but Susan is.”

With that he grabbed my hand and before I could protest anymore we were walking through the door, with me trying not to fall off my stilettos.

The first thing I noticed was how beautiful the women were. My God, they were like models, models with big plastic tits.

And he wasn’t lying about there being other women patrons, because I saw quite a few about the place, though the guys still outnumbered us ten to one. They were very beautiful too, and they seemed just as interested in the dancers as the men were.

I couldn’t blame them because it was an eye opening and mind bending experience. For even though I was a woman surrounded by a throng of good looking well dressed men, I found I couldn’t take my eyes off these tantalizing women. I was a captive audience.

And though I took some comfort in not being the only woman patron in the establishment, I still felt like a virgin in a harem, so I hung on to Jack like he was my protector. Jack, on the other hand, acted like he owned the place.

“You come to strip clubs often?” I asked as we stood holding hands at the bar.

“No. Only my second time.”

“But you like these kind of places?”

“They have their appeal. But they get frustrating after a while.”

“With all these naked women around, I can imagine.”

“How do you like it?”

“I’m not sure. The women are beautiful.”

“You like watching naked women dance?”

“Never thought I would.”

“Yet it’s strangely alluring, isn’t it?”

“I’m not a lesbian, Jack.”

“Didn’t say you were, but you find yourself drawn to them, don’t you?”

And as I watched, an incredibly hot woman, completely naked, except for a swatch of cloth covering her vulva, twirled around a metal pole. I had to nod my head yes in response, which prompted a great roar of laughter from him.

“I’m glad you like it, because there’s more.”

We got our drinks from a female bartender whose outfit was only slightly less revealing than the dancers, and who was so hot I started to feel self conscious.

With drinks in hand we walked over to a group of low leather chairs, which Jack sat in, but before I could make my way to the seat next to him, he pulled me by the hand and eased me down into his lap for the second time that night, and this time he was getting even more friendly.

“You missed your calling,” he said as he put his drink down on a near table and wrapped his strong arms around me. “You’d of made a great stripper.”

“Oh yeah,” I said dismissively.

“Why? You have the looks and body for it, and I’ve seen you dance.”

“Thanks, but I don’t have the boobs for it.”

“I don’t know. I’ve never seen your boobs,” he said looking straight at them. “I bet you have great boobs.”

“Jack!”

That was always such a fantasy for men, and some women, but not me. The thought of being naked in front of a lot of fat, bald headed, drooling business men didn’t turn me on.

But that night I’m convinced that I would have done it for Jack. For Jack I would have come out on stage in some hot little outfit and stripped it off piece by piece, dancing for him naked but for the tiniest g-string.

“Why don’t you take that bra off, Mom? You’d look better without it.”

“Are you drunk? You’d see my nipples right through this shirt.”

“Look around you. That’s what this whole place is about; tits.”

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