In Mom's Footsteps

The sun had risen by the time Vicki and Bob woke up. Bob drove her back to their meeting point from the previous night. He couldn't stop smiling and clearly felt he had received far more than his money's worth from the previous night. After saying goodbye she got in her car and drove home.

When Vicki arrived home she experienced a tangle of emotions. On the positive side she felt very well fucked and satisfied. However, offsetting that was a lingering guilt about what had happened. She admonished herself for watching Sara strip instead of finding some way, any way, to avoid it. She also felt guilty about the intense fantasy she had created as she and Bob fucked.

Surely Bob had started the dirty talk thinking it would be fun to hear her talk about fucking another woman. In those wild lustful moments Vicki wanted nothing more than to fuck Sara. She wanted to tease Sara's tits, suck her pussy, and let Sara explore her completely.

Fortunately, Sara was still asleep when Vicki arrived home. Vicki was glad to have a little more time to compose herself before having to face Sara. Even though Sara wouldn't know about Vicki's fantasies there would be questions enough about the encounter at the strip club.

Vicki stepped into the shower and hoped the conversation with Sara wouldn't be too awkward. She took a long, hot shower and realized that what she really wanted to know is how it made Sara feel to dance for her mom. Vicki knew how it made her feel, and the horny part of her mind wanted to know if Sara felt the same way.

However, as she dried off Vicki pushed that idea aside. She scolded herself for being a pervert or a weirdo. What was she expecting Sara to say? Even if Sara did say something, what did Vicki think would happen next? Vicki knew rationally that she was being ridiculous but she also knew her taboo fantasy was very exciting.

Vicki lounged in bed for a while before she decided to call her son. She hoped maybe that talking with him would snap her out of the silly fantasy world she had created with Sara.

She and Jon talked regularly now and visited as often as they could. He lived a couple of hours away, so it wasn't too hard to make the drive to get together for a day out or a nice dinner. Vicki drew great comfort from reconnecting with her son. She knew that they didn't quite have a typical mother-son sort of relationship, but she could hardly expect that after all that had happened.

Instead they seemed to be forging their own sort of relationship, but Vicki felt them getting closer and she was thankful for what she had. She did feel a bit of lingering guilt about the relationship between Sara and Jon. She felt bad that they had been deprived of a normal brother-sister type of relationship. Vicki could see the similarities in their personalities and was sure they would have formed a close sibling bond if they had grown up together.

Instead, they had something closer to the relationship of cousins who lived far apart and saw each other infrequently. They were friendly but didn't seem to go out of their way to talk or make contact with each other. Vicki hoped they would become closer but she wasn't about to force either of them into anything.

She and Jon chatted for a while. They finally said their good-byes and made plans to talk again soon. After she hung up she felt the now familiar pang of guilt at the secret she kept from Jon.

After all she had been through she promised herself to be open and honest with her kids about what she did and why she did it. She still hadn't told Sara the full extent of what she did at work. Instead, she told her that she performed private dances rather than saying she was a prostitute and Sara accepted that. However, Vicki knew that with Sara now in the business it would only be a matter of time, if she hadn't already figured it out, before Sara understood what happens at the clubs like the one where she worked.

She could never bring herself to tell Jon about any of her past work as a stripper or what she did now. She still didn't know why. Initially she guessed that maybe she didn't want to scare him away or make him feel weird about her, but now the lie had gone on for so long that she felt like she was trapped and couldn't tell him the truth.

When she finally left her bedroom, wearing only her loose bathrobe, she headed for the kitchen. She was surprised to find Sara sitting at the table eating a banana and looking at the previous day's mail. Sara was dressed only in the oversized T-shirt she wore to sleep in and looked like she had just gotten up.

"Morning," Sara said to her mom as Vicki stepped into the room. There was something a little knowing and teasing about Sara's tone. "I was a little worried about you, you know, with being out like that."

"Sorry I didn't call," Vicki replied with a smile at hearing Sara act like the mother. "I guess I didn't expect to be out that late."

"So, who was the guy?" Sara asked.

Vicki answered that it was Bob, a guy she knew from work. "He didn't look like a bouncer, is he a bartender there?" Sara asked.

"No," Vicki answered sheepishly, "he's one of my customers."

"Mom!" Sara answered in a playfully scolding tone. It was one of the unwritten rules of the business that dancers don't get personally involved with the customers. It helped to avoid any conflicts between reality and fantasy and kept everyone acting properly.

However, both Sara and Vicki knew that even though this was supposed to be one of the big "rules" that virtually every dancer had broken it at some point. Vicki knew from her own experiences that when she was feeling particularly horny it was very easy to pick up a guy at the club for a quick fuck. It only took a bit of extra attention to have the guy totally wrapped around her finger and ready to fuck.

Vicki was still wrestling with how to bring up the subject of the club, but Sara got to it first. "So, um, whose idea was it for you two to come to the club?" she asked.

The fact that Sara thought it might have been Vicki's idea was unexpected and Vicki felt a little tingle of excitement. Vicki said it was Bob's idea but Sara still had more questions.

She didn't directly ask the question, but it was clear what Sara wanted to know. Sara wanted to know why Vicki had remained at the edge of the stage and why she hadn't left when she knew Sara was dancing.

Vicki knew this was her time to come clean and so she explained that she couldn't. In response to Sara's quizzical look Vicki confessed that she had started working as an escort with some of her regular customers from the club. As Vicki explained Sara was far less shocked or upset than Vicki had imagined.

Sara's next question threw Vicki for a loop. "Did you fuck him?" Sara asked. Vicki was dumbstruck as she stared at Sara, shocked by her frankness. "Come on mom," Sara said. "I heard one of the girls at the club talking about doing some part time work at a place doing private dances, so I asked her about it. She told me that the real money was in giving guys hand jobs and that in some places the girls made a ton of money sucking guy's cocks or fucking them."

Sara paused and was about to speak again when Vicki began talking. Vicki told Sara that it was true. She admitted that she fucked and sucked some of her customers and had been doing it for a long time. After Vicki's confession she and Sara talked for a long time.

Vicki was happy and relieved that Sara took the news as well as could be expected. It certainly isn't every day that a daughter finds out her mom is essentially a prostitute. Sara told Vicki that she wished she would have been more honest about her job but said she was fine with it as long as Vicki was OK.

The whole time they spoke Vicki couldn't help but think that there was something else on Sara's mind. It seemed like Sara had something she wanted to say or ask. Every so often there was a particular gleam in Sara's eye that made Vicki think she was up to something. However, as their conversation ended Sara left to get showered and dressed and she hadn't yet brought up whatever it was on her mind. Vicki was very curious but she had already delved into enough sensitive subjects with Sara this morning and she didn't want to risk bringing up another one before Sara was ready.

It only took a couple of days before Vicki learned what Sara had on her mind. Sara brought it up very casually over dinner. "Mom," she began, "I was talking with Nick down at the club the other day." Nick was the club's owner who Vicki knew from her days dancing there. "He told me you came in a few days after I started to watch me. He also commented about how good he thought you looked."

Sara paused before continuing, "Nick suggested something to me that I thought sounded crazy, but the more I looked into it and talked with some other girls at the club I don't know..." her voice trailed off.

"What?" Vicki asked dying to know what Nick had suggested her daughter get into.

"Well," Sara continued, "he suggested we should get into the private show business together. He told me that he knew of a pair that pretended to be mother and daughter a few years ago and made a ton of money doing private shows. He said they didn't look anything like each other and that the older woman really wasn't very good looking, but guys were willing to pay a ton of money for the fantasy of a mother-daughter team."

"I don't know..." Vicki said trying to stop Sara before she went any farther.

Sara, however, was on a roll and continued talking, "Nick said he was sure with our similar features and how good we looked that we could make as much money as wanted. The other two left town and there isn't anyone around doing shows like that."

Vicki opened her mouth to say something but stopped as Sara added, "If we did nearly as well as Nick thinks we could probably quit our other jobs and set our own schedules."

That was an idea that held some merit for Vicki and it made her pause to think. She knew Nick had a great feel for the business after having been in the industry for so long. He wasn't often wrong about things like that and Vicki knew that if Nick felt strongly they could make good money it was probably true.

Sara seemed encouraged by Vicki's pause and continued talking. Sara had already done some research and talked to some of the adult industry magazines in town to ask about advertising rates. She had talked with Nick again to get his ideas on how to advertise and he gave her a bunch of suggestions. Sara had followed up on many of his suggestions and went to her room to retrieve a file of her notes and information.

Vicki was overwhelmed by the amount of work and thought that Sara had invested in this idea. On one hand what Sara said sounded reasonable and interesting, but many questions swirled through her mind. Even before she got to those questions there was the huge roadblock of actually doing something like that with Sara.

When Sara finally exhausted her information and arguments she paused. Vicki didn't quite know where to start with her response and so they sat for a few moments looking at each other across the table.

Vicki knew that these private shows were a lot like working as an escort. Some private shows were as simple as going to a customer's house or hotel room and dancing and stripping for them. Most of the time the shows also included a hand job, but it was not uncommon for the shows to also include a blowjob or fuck.

A couple of women at the club had worked together on some private shows a few years ago and Vicki remembered what they said about them. They advertised as two girl shows and the guys paid quite a lot. They said that most of the time they stripped together and did a little teasing and touching of each others tits or asses but it rarely went beyond that. They did say there were a couple of times, with the right guy and the right amount of money, when they engaged in far more together. A few times their shows consisted of them fucking and sucking each other as the guy either watched or joined in.

Did Sara really know what she was suggesting? Did she realize this might mean they would need to get sexual with each other? "How would the shows work?" Vicki asked trying to see what Sara had in mind.

"Well," Sara replied, "Nick said the previous mother-daughter team ran an add that said you could hire either or both of them."

"What if they hired both?" Vicki asked.

Sara smiled and replied, "Well, first we'd charge them a ton of money. Nick said we'd be able to charge way more than other two girl shows because we could sell the mother-daughter fantasy."

"But what would we do?" Vicki asked.

Sara said that she figured they could just strip and do a dance together. "You know Sara," Vicki replied, "a lot of those guys want more than that."

"Well, you've already been doing things like that for a while, right? So it can't be all that bad. I figure if the guy wants more then one of us can oblige," she added with a wide smile that suggested she wouldn't be opposed to helping out some of these guys.

Vicki again asked, "But what if they want us to do something together?"

"Then we'll make them pay a ton of money," Sara laughed. She replied that they could create a ground rule up front that it wouldn't be a lesbian show. Even as she said this Vicki noticed that Sara never said she wouldn't do it or wouldn't be interested in doing it. Perhaps it was just an oversight from Sara, but it made Vicki wonder.

Vicki continued to make sure Sara understood what she was suggesting, "Yes, but even with that the guys will surely expect a little more than us dancing next to each other."

"What do you mean?" Sara asked.

Vicki told her about the women who had done the two women private shows and how it was expected that they do some touching of each other. Sara seemingly hadn't expected this and she paused as she thought about it.

"I didn't know that," Sara said. She paused for a moment and Vicki wondered if this new knowledge would change her mind. Unexpectedly Sara said, "I think I could do it."

She looked at Vicki and for a few seconds they stared at each other with Vicki not knowing what to say. Her daughter just said she wouldn't have a problem with touching her tits or ass as they danced naked together. Vicki didn't know how to feel about that comment or about this whole idea in general. She sat in a state of shock until Sara asked, "So, could you do that?"

Vicki stared into Sara's eyes and saw something there that she had seen that night she showed Sara how to strip. It was a glimmer of excitement and lust and it had a profound effect on Vicki that she didn't expect. Before she had time to think about what she was saying Vicki heard herself answer, "Yes."

Sara smiled a wide, sexy smile and became very excited. Seemingly in her mind they had agreed to do it and she talked excitedly about making plans and getting photo shoots for the ads. Vicki calmed her down and convinced Sara to let them both sleep on the idea for a few days so they could think about if they really wanted to do this.

Sara never wavered in her interest or excitement over her wild idea during the next few days. Vicki, however, was completely tied in knots. She didn't know what to think and could barely believe that she could even seriously consider it.

On one hand, Sara's arguments were sound. Although Vicki had never before considered the idea, her experiences and what she knew about men told her that Nick was right when he said there would be a big interest in a mother-daughter show. Hell, for some guys the ultimate fantasy was to fuck sisters at the same time. Surely for these guys the idea of doing a mother and daughter or of seeing a mother and daughter get naked together and do a little teasing would be well worth a high price tag. It would definitely be nice to face the prospect of working less and making the same money or working the same and having the extra cash around.

That was about as far as the practical side of the argument could take her before the realization of what she was contemplating hit her. Could she really go into this line of work with her daughter? True, the customers would never know they were really mother and daughter, although with the physical similarities between them it wouldn't be too hard to guess they were related.

Would it make her the worst mother in the world to do this? Did it make her a horrible mother to even be considering it? These were the types of questions that ran through her mind almost constantly as she tried to decide what to do.

There were also times when she wondered why Sara was so into the whole idea. Surely, doing this with her mother must seem a little strange, but yet Sara gave no indication of any conflict. Sometimes, usually late at night as she lay in bed, Vicki wondered about Sara's motives.

Deep down Vicki knew that part of her hesitation was the fear of how working with Sara would affect her. Vicki reflected on how watching Sara dance made her feel and remembered the lusty intensity of her elaborate fantasy about Sara. She would never admit this to anyone, especially Sara, but part of her wondered if she could control herself if they performed together.

If a customer wanted to see them touch each other, Vicki wasn't afraid of being able to do it. In fact, there were times when she almost yearned to do it and that fact made her scared to proceed. What if Sara had strictly financial motives behind this and then realized her mom was getting off touching her tits and rubbing against her?

Vicki feared Sara would be completely freaked out and their relationship would be damaged. However, even as she had these fears a voice in her head said that Sara just might have other motives. After all, hadn't it been Sara who told Vicki she was hot after Vicki showed her how to strip? Hadn't it been Sara whose eyes burned with lust while watching her mom dance? Hadn't it been Sara who so eagerly danced for Vicki at the club? Hadn't this whole thing been Sara's idea and wasn't she the one who said she wouldn't have any problems touching her mom's naked body as they danced? Maybe there was something more than finances motivating Sara. Maybe she was as interested in Vicki as Vicki was in her.

A few days passed before Sara again brought up the idea. Vicki still didn't know what to do or say but Sara seemingly wanted an answer right now. "I'm worried it could backfire and mess up our relationship," Vicki admitted.

"Mom," Sara began as if Vicki had just said something silly, "I knew you'd think like that. What could backfire? After all, isn't this what you already do at your work? Sure, I'd be trying something new, but what better way to try it than with you at my side to keep me out of trouble?"

For whatever reason, suddenly Sara's argument seemed to make sense when presented like that. Sara seemingly could sense Vicki's mood and pressed on, "Come on, mom. Let's just try it for a month. If it doesn't work or if it makes us too uncomfortable we'll quit and go back to our old jobs." Sara then added, "What could possibly backfire?"

Vicki knew exactly what could backfire but she could never admit it to Sara. How do you tell your daughter what might backfire is that you may get so into it that you'd want to fuck her? Still, Vicki couldn't deny that Sara made some solid points and before she realized she had made up her mind she heard herself agreeing to it.

Sara squealed in delight and was clearly very excited. Vicki felt a rush of nervous excitement as Sara started making plans for photo shoots and advertising.

The next day or two was an odd whirlwind of activity. On one hand they made a sort of business plan just like anyone starting a family business. However, Vicki doubted that many family businesses involved a product quite like the one they were planning.