My Stepmother Teresa hadn't done much, it seemed, in quite a while, since her last experience documented in her other stories. She dressed pretty conservatively again, and all seemed quiet and placid in our lives.
This peace was broken one day, however, when I was walking with Mum around the corner, past the local shops. There was a group of youths in their late teens hanging around outside the shops, and although I knew their faces from experiencing their nuisance making and petty vandalism in the area, I didn't know any more about these 18-20 years old people. They were certainly younger than the gang that did the "Your Mum, Your Mum" thing to my Mum, some years ago. [This is explained in another story.]
However, they seemed to recognize us, and I got that uneasy sense of nasty intentions one often gets near such a group when you pass them. The way they went silent as we neared, and all stood there staring at us told me as well as my instincts, that something was up.
A particularly cheeky young blond girl suddenly broke the silence as we passed, calling out in her cheeky common accent, "Hi Teresa! Aren't you saying hello to us?"
Mum stopped and spoke to them, exchanging small talk about what they were doing at college etc, as I fumed uneasily.
As we walked off then, the girl shouted, "Teresa, can I smell your BUM?" and they all burst out laughing and made lewd gestures, miming the act of spreading someone's buttocks and sniffing inside, and putting emphasis on the sound by breathing loudly in and out!
As we turned the corner, they sang a lewd rhyme, taunting, "Bobby we had your Mum, we smelled her bum, we fucked her up the ass and it made her cum!"
With this still going on in the background, I asked Mum what that was all about, but she just said, "Oh nothing, love! Take no notice." I knew she was hiding something, though she wouldn't tell me what, no matter how much I pressed her to say.
Over the following weeks, I often heard them and their other friends passing by the house, especially in the evenings, talking about Mum. To find out what they were saying, I went to the extent of getting spy equipment such as a hidden microphone put invisibly in the eaves outside, and because I couldn't always be listening, I got masses of blank tapes and left a machine to record the voices of passers by. I discovered both revealing and confusing evidence. Samples of what I heard on playback were a girl asking some other nasty little tart, "So Colin and Ron are going to smell her arse, are they?"
I also heard that blond girl's voice telling her mates, "We're all going to go, Hey Teresa, give us smell of your bum!"
Also some other girl with a group, shouting "Whoooosshhh! Ha Haaaa! Watch those titty tassels go around! Whooosshhh!"
I wondered what the heck was going on. What were they on about? Well, I soon got my answer!
One Friday evening, Mum and I went to a charity fund raising event in a local rugby club. It was planned for months, and rumor had it that after the comedians, a stripper would be performing for free, to raise funds for the local youth club the night was in aid of. Mum likes to look good on any night out, but tonight she went to special effort, having had her hair done up in a raunchy fluffy style, glowing bright blond, wearing more make up and her toe and fingernails painted bright scarlet. She also had on a long red silken gown and wore high heeled pom-pom styled slippers, with black fishnets. She looked stunning!
However, I found the comedians and other acts really boring, and I also felt uneasy when I recognized Dave and Jason, two guys I remembered from school years ago. They were real sods to me in school, always taking the mickey out of me and calling me names, and although I was never soft enough to let anyone hit me, they had been complete shitheads even then. They'd made my life one big fucking misery for the last two years until school ended.
Words cant describe how much I'd hated them. They were always the big hefty, sporty types, and now I was told they were in the club's rugby team. They were even bigger now, as grown men. Dave was always big built, and Jason, who has some black blood in him and is a tan color with dark hair, looked even meaner than he used to.
On top of this, that group of 18 to 20 year old little gits who had recently hassled us and shouted things about Mum were there too, being part of the youth club the night was about. I wanted to leave, but Mum insisted we stay, saying I was being paranoid and selfish. Anyway I couldn't go and leave her around these bastards. Even worse, Dave and Jason came to sit with us at the front corner table, and tried to be friendly to me, remembering stuff about school, etc. Mum was friendly and chatty with them, so I had to grudgingly be so too, or else cause a scene.
After a bit I could no longer take it, when they began complimenting my Mum and flirting with her in front of me. Suddenly she went to supposedly freshen up before the stripper was due on, so I made excuses to go in the other room and drink at the bar.
Soon I could hear that the compere had started up a CD of that loud, brassy old time stripper music. The crowd's cheers coming through the doorway told me she must be now onstage. I turned back to my beer; but then almost spat it out, when that cheeky girl and her crony tapped me on the shoulder. They screeched laughing and went, "Bobby! It's your Mum! Your Mum's the stripper!"
Looking in, I saw to my horror they were right! I went in, followed now by the teenagers, and saw Mum was onstage, dancing and starting to drop her long gown from her shoulders!
The youths told me she had been taking striptease lessons at the youth club some evenings, from a local black lady who ran a brothel and taught sex education to the jobless teenagers at the club. Mum had even let them watch her stripping lessons! One night Mum had even shown her sympathy for the youths' "boredom and social deprivation" and promised that sometime in future, she'd let them have a wild gang bang with her! You can imagine how I felt now.
The only seat free now was my seat with Dave and Jason, so I went and sat down flabbergasted, and watched Mum, knowing most people there knew who I was and how embarrassed I was!
Mum had now dropped the gown, and revealed herself clad in raunchy Bettie Page style gear; red and black lace bra, matching panties and suspenders; the tartiest thickly seamed black fishnet stockings, and even a lacy matching garter round one thigh!
Taking an open backed chair, she proved her skill at the raunchiest striptease moves, so lewd and so much dirtier than the average modern pole dancer.
Unfastening her bra, she shocked me more by revealing star shaped decorations on her nipples, and long silky tassels hanging from her red, distended titties! She brought a big cheer from the crowd as she started to rotate her torso to make the tassels twirl around in tight circles to the music!
