Misty was sitting on top of me, completely naked, as she ground her bare pussy into my crotch. The strip club music was blaring in the background but was somewhat muffled by our private booth. Her bleached blond hair brushed my right shoulder, and her mouth gently nibbled on my ear as she whispered what a handsome man I was.
I ran my hand's up and down Misty's sides, sometimes grabbing her ass, other times feeling her tits. I kept trying to move in for a kiss on the lips, but she discreetly dodged me each time. The song changed, and I knew the time I had paid for was up.
Pulling out my wallet, I folded a crisp one-hundred-dollar bill and placed it in my teeth while gently holding Misty's hands down. She gave in, leaning in, and met my lips for a brief moment as she retrieved the bill.
Leaning back for a moment to place the hundred in her garter belt, I took the initiative to put my mouth on her exposed nipples, ordinarily a no-no in a strip club, but the peopling working in strip clubs are far from saints; they bend all sorts of rules when you started throwing about a few thousand dollars, and I was well over three-thousand-dollars into spending on Misty.
After I had my momentary fill of sucking on Misty's tit, I leaned back into my seat and let her continue the lap dance. My mind drifted into wondering how I had gotten so lucky at the age of eighteen to be getting the lap dance from this particular woman right now.
In high school, I got into crypto trading and mining. I managed to catch a few giga-pumps and turned my couple thousand in savings into roughly eight million dollars after taxes. The first thing I did was cash out most of it, and with the help of my adopted parents, I invested it into long-term stable assets.
The second thing I did with the money was hire a private investigator to find my birth mother. Six months later, Jessica Stewart, aka Misty, was grinding her pussy into my crotch, not realizing she had pushed me out of there eighteen years earlier.
I was a product of a reckless teen pregnancy. Jessica was still in high school when she gave birth to me. With no means by which to take care of me, she gave me up for adoption. The adoption was sealed, so supposedly, no one would be able to track her down. However, those things are never truly sealed. The agent I hired easily tracked down my mother and gave me the relevant information. Now, at the age of thirty-two years, Jessica/Misty could easily pass for my older sister; we definitely look enough alike.
I hadn't planned to spend three thousand on getting my birth mother to give me a lap dance; I just wanted to see her before deciding if I wanted to make contact or not. I sat in the crowd and watched the dancers on the stage perform for almost two hours, waiting for Misty to come on. I gave each dancer who came up twenty dollars so I could keep my stop next to the stage. I'd just finished giving a twenty to a dancer named Carmel when the music started again, and the DJ announced, "Welcome to the stage, M-M-M-M-Misty!"
I watched as the most beautiful woman I had ever seen walked onto the stage. She had bleached blond hair running down the middle of her back, gorgeous cherry-red lips, vibrant green eyes, a slim, angular nose, and a pointed chin. She looked so much like me that there was no doubt this was my birth mother.
Misty started dancing to the music. The usual swing on the poles to get the men interested, and they were definitely interested. In no time flat, the edges of the stage were full of men, most throwing singles at her feet, but others trying to get her attention with five—or ten-dollar bills. Misty had not taken off her green bra yet, but the stage was already turning from its dark, cheery red into a faded money green.
Misty looked over at me and watched as I tossed a twenty onto the stage; she gave me a smile and a wink that instantly melted my heart. I watched as she seductively made a show of unhooking her bra. She teased the group of men for a moment before letting it drop, exposing her perfect, surgically enhanced, double-D breasts. The show had its intended effect; the men, including myself, started flooding the stage with money. Mistry smiled and continued her dance.
Misty lowered herself to her hands and knees, crawling over to a man holding a five-dollar bill; she pulled him in, making an act of kissing him before pushing him away at the last second. The man dropped the five, reached into his wallet, and came out with a fist full of singles, tossing them into the air, making it rain on stage as Mistry crawled to the next man and the next, repeating her almost kiss move, causing all three men to empty their wallets on stage.
Standing back up, Mistry surveyed the crowd. She spotted me and the hundred-dollar bill I had pulled out of my wallet. Instantly, she walked back across the stage, stopping right in front of me. I pointed to her green thong, still covering her pussy, then pointed in a downward motion. She instantly knew what to do.
Misty stood with her legs together as she bent over, waving her butt at the crowd, then lowered her thong to the ground, keeping her pussy hidden between her thighs. Squatting down, she managed to plant her perfect ass on the stage, then scoot up close to me before parting her legs, showing me the pussy I had come from.
I stared transfixed at the sight of my mother's pussy, so much so that I didn't notice she had wrapped her legs around my head until I was suddenly being forced down into her crotch, nose pressed up against her clit.
I felt the hundred-dollar bill be taken from my hand as I enjoyed the scent of Misty's pussy. She put on some sort of show for the cheering audience as I took a chance and stuck out my tongue, licking the folds of her vulva. Misty let me enjoy my tongue being on her pussy for a moment before releasing my head with her legs, then grabbed me again with her hands and planted a giant kiss on my forehead.
I watched as Misty stood back on, now completely nude, and bared it all for the men crowding the stage. I looked into my wallet, seeing only two twenty-dollar bills left. I placed both of them on the stage and then went to the cashier's cage. Behind me, my birth mother kept entertaining the crowd while I pulled $5,000 in cash and asked the manager to get me a private lap dance with her. With money signs in his eye, he agreed and had one of the other girls guide me back to the VIP private dance room.
I sat back and relaxed in the plush seat of the VIP room. My thoughts drifted as I started to fall asleep. Right when I was on the edge of sleep, I felt someone begin to unbutton my shirt, exposing my chest, followed by the softest pair of hands I had ever felt start to rub up and down my chest.
When I opened my eyes, I watched as my completely nude birth mother crawled into my lap and planted her bare pussy right above my pants-covered penis. She leaned in, making breast-to-chest bare-skin contact, and planted a kiss on my cheek. "Hey baby, I was told the sexiest man in the club wanted me back here. I just assumed it was you."
