Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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This is a somewhat strange and erotic story I'm about to tell you. First, let me give you some background before I begin my tale.
My name is Elizabeth or Liz whichever you prefer. I'm forty-five years old and have a twenty-two year old non-biological daughter who is currently working on her Master's degree in Sociology. I was with her mother for almost twenty years. She passed away about a year ago in a freak accident. Lightning hit a tree, splitting it, causing it to fall into the road she was driving on. I was told she never saw it coming and was killed instantly.
Sandra, my daughter lives at home when not attending school. We have a great relationship and have become closer since her mother's passing.
My story takes place in June of this past year. Sandra was home from school keeping busy working part-time and taking online classes to help get her degree a bit sooner than planned. One of her friends, Charlotte, I think was her name was getting married, and Sandra was to be the maid of honor. Sandra had been searching for things to do for the bridal shower and hadn't come up with much beyond the ordinary things girls do at such functions.
I was no good at offering suggestions until we were heading over to my sister's place for her birthday celebration when we saw a billboard. I jokingly told Sandra that might be fun for the bridal shower. She looked up at the billboard wondering what I was talking about. On it stood a line of men, shirtless with great abs and cowboy hats. The ad read that they were going to perform at one of the strip joints in town next month. She did a double take and shrugged it off telling me I was crazy.
We went to the party without further discussion about the male strippers. On the way home we passed the billboard again, and this time she noted the dates they were appearing and realized it was the same weekend the shower was to be held. I could see the wheels turning in her mind wondering if it weren't such a crazy idea after all. Talking to herself quietly, she went through the pros and cons of working that show into her party ideas. I asked if she was seriously considering what I thought was a joke.
She nodded as a broad grin appeared on her face. "Can we stop by there and find out more about the show?"
I hadn't paid too much attention to the wording on the sign since I was driving, "Where is it? I'm not familiar with strip clubs, Sandra."
She dug her phone out of her purse and searched for the show. She named the club, but I still had no idea where it was. Then she typed in an address and got directions. It wasn't too far out of our way so I agreed to stop by so she could get more information on it.
It took us about ten minutes to find the place. The parking lot wasn't full, being a Sunday afternoon. The club was called 'The Body Shoppe' which seemed appropriate. I parked away from most of the other cars, shut off the engine then asked Sandra if she was sure she wanted to go in.
She looked at me, "You're going in with me, mom. I'm not going in there alone."
"Oh, I wasn't aware I was going to be your bodyguard. I doubt anything would happen to you in there. See that mass of humanity standing at the door? I bet there's one or two more inside that protect the strippers. I'm sure they'll protect you."
"My god, he is huge! His biceps look as big as my thighs. Oh, mom. Please, I don't want to in there alone," she exclaimed.
"That's why he's there, sweetie. I don't think there are many small bouncers. Really? You're twenty-two years old. They aren't going to do anything to you."
"Pretty please?"
I sighed, giving in to her request like most mothers do with their children.
She grinned, then opened her door and got out. Pausing to make sure I got out also. I did so with a sigh, closing the door and locking the car after she closed hers.
We walked to the entrance watching the bouncer as we did. I saw a sign that said, 'ten dollar cover charge.' I mentioned that to Sandra, and she shrugged it off. The bouncer smiled as we approached opening the door for us.
"No charge for ladies," he mentioned when we got closer, "I saw you looking at the sign. Enjoy."
We thanked him and walked into a dimly lit room, stopping for a moment just inside the entry to let our eyes adjust. Looking around I noticed the main stage with two circular stages. One was off to the side of the main, and the other was completely separate and had a pole in the middle. The stages were lit with spotlights focusing on the centers. There was a girl on each of them swaying to the beat of some heavy bass song I thought I recognized. The girls were almost nude, just wearing their bikini bottoms and what looked like money visible at the waistband. There was a long bar lit in purple fluorescent lights with a young woman behind it modestly dressed with more than ample cleavage popping through her top.
I glanced over at Sandra who stood in silence. Her expression was one of awe. We'd seen strip club scenes on television and the movies, and this was very much like those. While we were stood there getting our bearings a young Asian woman approached us, dressed in a thong, a tiny bikini top, and a camisole, carrying a tray. Her jet black hair reached the top of her buttocks. Her smile showed off her perfect teeth which matched her perfect body. The girl must work out religiously.
Not far behind this goddess was a cute blonde with a pixie cut and a pair of breasts that seemed to want to explode out of the tiny top she was wearing. I knew they were fake, but the thought of them made me swallow hard along with a tingle between my legs. It had been way too long for me, and I was missing my love, Lacey with each bounce of those breasts. Not that Lacey had big breasts, but this girl's were begging to be suckled.
"Hi, I'm Mika. Can I get you ladies something to drink while you decide where to sit?"
Sandra was still gawking. She focused on the blonde who arrived to ask us the same question. I replied to them that we were here to find out more about the male review. My daughter was the maid of honor, and she thought the revue might be fun to stop by for a party she's planning.
It was then Sandra returned to earth and told them about the bridal shower. They grinned, escorting us to the bar where the flyers were kept. We were each handed one as the two dancers finished up their routines, two other girls taking their places.
Sandra asked the blonde, "What exactly do they do? I've only seen things on television, and I'm sure it's a bit more risqué than that."
"Well, they strip down, then show off a bit, teasing and focusing on showing off their muscles. The ladies have a lot of fun putting dollar bills in their briefs, touching and things like that. They do lap dances also if anyone is interested in that."
