Val confronts his mother about being a stripper in her past.
Author's Note:
This is a true story as told to me by Valentino that he wanted me to write about his mother, Elizabeth, his aunts, Victoria and Isabella, and his grandmother, Mary.
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Continued from Chapter 01:
Always horny and with him having an intimate knowledge of his mother's lingerie drawer, now he knew why she wore such sexy and expensive lingerie beneath her modestly moral and unrevealing clothes. With her dramatically changing since her stripping days, he had seen nuns dressed more sexual and provocatively than his mother. He was always sexually attracted to her but even more so now that he knew that she once worked as a stripper, was an exhibitionist, a talented cocksucker, and a VIP room whore.
Now, curious to know, as if he had a panty fetish and obviously, he did, he wondered which color and style of panties she was wearing today. While staring at his mother's closed knees, he imagined her wearing one of a dozen panties that would match her navy-blue skirt. He only hoped she was wearing a lighter color panty than a darker one. He'd be able to clearly see her panties and more of the outline of her pussy if she was wearing bright white panties instead of black or navy-blue ones.
Again, curious to know, this time, as if he had a bra fetish and obviously, he did, he wondered which color and style bra she was wearing today. While staring at the big impressions her breasts made in her form fitting, light, blue blouse, he imagined her wearing one of a dozen bras that would match her blouse. Unable to see the impressions of her nipples, he hoped she wasn't wearing a padded bra. Yet, seemingly all bras today are padded, even those bras with D and double D cups. Unless they're not wearing a bra, women's nipples seldom show through their clothes anymore.
'With her wearing a light, blue blouse and a navy-blue skirt, he guessed that she was probably wearing her ivory, silk and satin, matching padded bra and silk, bikini panties,' he thought. Even though she had big and shapely, C cup breasts, unfortunately for him, all of her bras were padded.
With her having every color of the rainbow and every style of panties and bras, she could open her own lingerie shop. Whenever she was out late attending this political fund raiser, this charity event, or this exclusive party, he masturbated while looking at the naked pictures of his mother, his aunts, and/or his grandmother and imagining having sex with them. Something he enjoyed doing while holding his mother's panties and fondling her empty bra cups, he masturbated himself while imagining feeling and fondling his mother's big tits. He imagined fingering her erect nipples, rubbing her clit, fingerfucking her, and masturbating her pussy.
He'd masturbate himself while imagining his aunts naked and having sex with them, too. He'd masturbate himself while imagining his grandmother naked and having sex with her, also. If only he could get hold of their bras and panties to masturbate over while stroking his cock in his bedroom, he'd be a happy nephew and grandson. With a trunk full of their sexy clothes, he had access to their strippers' costumes but with them all taking the same sizes back then, even his grandmother, he couldn't tell which costume belonged to which of them.
Yet, now that he knew their sexy, sexual secrets, he couldn't wait to confront his mother, his aunts, and his grandmother. In the way that his mother and his aunts always embarrassed him and/or shamed him, laughed at him, and made him feel stupid, he couldn't wait to embarrass them and shame them, too. Excited about seeing the surprised looks on their faces, he couldn't wait to let them all know that he knew the hidden truth about their salacious, sexual pasts.
So glad that he stumbled over his mother's secret trunk, shocked would be an understatement. Had he not been going through her lingerie drawer, but glad that he did, he never would have found the key to the trunk. With them all pretending that they're someone that they're obviously not, ladies instead of whores, he couldn't wait to see the real them. With his Mom and aunts no ladies but pretending that they all are, he couldn't wait to uncover the strippers that they are and, no doubt, the whores that they used to be and still are, too.
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Chapter 02:
A common trait of most humans, self-assessment was something mother and son had in common albeit with conversely different conclusions. Even though, he had the benefit of a superior, private school education and his mother didn't, lacking in self-confidence, he was never boastful. Yet, full of herself, especially now that she had money, his mother still aggrandized herself as if she was still on-stage stripping and exposing her naked body to men. While puffing up herself, she downplayed him.
With her thinking that he was less than he was, she thought she was better than he was. With her acting so phony, she wanted everyone to think that she was better than who she was. Not delusional, not kidding himself, and looking at his life with eyes wide open, at least he knew who he was. Obviously, with some sort of disconnect in her past, he was more realistically mature about himself than his mother was about herself. Even with his superior education, not nearly done educating himself, he knew he had so much more to learn.
'I know who I am and I know what I am. I'm rich, I'm privileged, and I'm an incestuous pervert. Unable to control my thoughts and my actions, even though I know better, if I could, I'd have sex with my mother, with my aunts, and even with my grandmother,' he thought. 'Yet, my sexual perversions don't define me. I'm more than a man who wants to have incestuous sex with his female relatives,' he thought. 'Even though I'm twisted enough to want to have incestuous sex with the females of my family, I'm still kind, loving, and caring.'
Comparing himself to his mother, he reflected on himself while thinking about her. He knew she was as selfish as she was self-centered, no secret there, but what made her that way? Born beautiful, shapely, and sexy, other than to keep fit by exercising, wearing makeup, and designer clothes, she had little to do with how she looked. Not having to struggle for anything, after seducing his rich father into marrying her, she never worked hard for anything.
'Embracing my true self, at least I don't pretend that I'm someone else or something that I'm not. It is what it is and I am who I am. Unembarrassed and unashamed, I don't have any remorse that I not only incestuously lust over my mother but also that I sexually lust over my aunts and my grandmother, too. Even though that day may never come, while masturbating myself, I look forward to that day in my sexual fantasies when I show them all how much I love them and sexually want them,' he thought.
Adding to his hatred of his mother, she always talked down to him as if he was still a child and/or not very bright, even though he was brighter and better educated than she was. An endearing name for a child but not a name for a grown man, as if, sometimes, she couldn't bother to remember his name, she always called him Sweetie. She called him Sweetie as if he was something good to eat or someone good to suck. It was the way that she said Sweetie that sounded so phony, so belittling, so degrading, and so annoying.
To be honest, even though she was a self-centered bitch, as much as he'd love her to suck his prick, he'd love to eat his mother's pussy. He'd love to make love to her and fuck her, too. Controlling her with sex, he'd love to watch her squirm while watching her and hearing her having multiple, sexual orgasms. He'd love nothing more than for his whore of an exhibitionist, stripper mother to stroke his cock while sucking his cock. His sexual fantasy come true, he'd love to cum in her mouth, all over her face, and across her naked breasts.
'Suck it, Mom. Suck my cock. Blow me. I need to cum in your beautiful mouth,' he imagined saying while holding her head in place with a heavy hand to the back of her blonde, pretty head.
With his aunts Victoria and Isabella just like his mother, Elizabeth, they were all phony, dismissive, and self-centered. Completely opposite, his grandmother, Mary, was kind, loving, fun, and real. She knew she was an exhibitionistic whore and never tried to hide it. Instead, flashing him bits and parts of her sexy lingerie clad and naked body, she used exhibitionism to sexually attract him to her. As much as he thought about having forbidden sex with his mother and his aunts, he thought about having incestuous sex with his grandmother, too.
As much as she loved showing him what he should never see of his grandmother, he loved seeing what he should never see of his grandmother. With her not shy about showing him all that he wanted to see, as much as he loved seeing his grandmother's bright, white panties, he loved seeing his grandmother's naked breasts. Obviously, much like his mother but not anything like his grandmother, thinking they were God's gifts to men, the beauty and the sexuality of his aunts went to their heads. Unlike their fun-loving mother, the three of them were stuck-up bitches.
Showing him her love, his grandmother was the only one who was kind to him, respected him, and treated him as an adult. Yet, definitely, in the way that he longed to have sex with his mother and his aunts, he yearned to have sex with his grandmother, too. Every time she flashed him up-skirt peeks of her panties or up-nightgown peeks of her naked pussy, he stared. Every time she flashed him down-blouse views of her bra and cleavage or down nightgown views of her naked breasts, he wanted to touch and feel her breasts while fingering her big nipples.