My Eighteenth: Strip for Me

I grew up basically normal. Despite the environment I was raised in, I really was not the maladjusted youth many would expect of me. Now the reason I say this is because of what my mother does for a living. My mom is a stripper. She's been one my whole life. She was one before I was born and at 37 she still works the stage. She had me one year after she started stripping. She went home with a guy she was dancing for that night and despite being on the pill, I was conceived that night.

She had to take a break for a while once she started to show. Thankfully, she'd been very popular at the club she worked at, so they were happy with letting her take some time off. A year after I was born, and she'd lost the baby weight, she went right back. They welcomed her with open arms and apparently the news that Crystalline, her stage name, was coming back was a huge event. The only change was that she now did not go home with customers. She did not want another illegitimate child.

Now, there was a reason mom was a popular act. She was drop dead gorgeous. She was a brunette, with sharp blue eyes and a button nose. She had very full lips, and she was very trim. Still, her biggest grab was her big, heart shaped butt and her natural 36E breasts. She usually brought home between 800 and 1100 dollars a night. Yeah, we were never wont for money. She never wanted to leave. Mom was proud of being a stripper. She did not care for the judgments of others. Many moms at school would slander her, but she never cared.

It did hurt me some, socially, as people did not want to hang with the "Stripper's Daughter", but I took it in stride. I loved mom, and what she did to survive was her choice. She could have gone to college, or something like that, but she enjoyed the stage and felt it was a good career for her. I was intrigued often by her job, and for a few years I considered doing it myself, but mom shot that down fast. She wanted me to go to college, and be more than her. What she did was good for her, but not good enough for me. Now, I probably would have been a success myself. I was basically a slightly less endowed version of mom. I was taller, my breasts were a cup size smaller and I was a blonde, but otherwise we looked much alike.

Now look, I'm not gay. I like guys a lot, but for some reason my mother's job always intrigued me. I always wanted to see what she looked like, removing her clothes for other people's enjoyment. I had no interest in other girls, and I never really viewed my mother in a sexual way, but for some reason, I really wanted to watch her strip. It wasn't like I had some desire to just see her naked. I had seen that before. Being a successful stripper, she had built a practice room in our home so she could work on new material. A few times, I had entered the room while she was practicing, so I had often seen her topless. I had never seen her privates though, she never took them off when practicing as she rarely removed them at work.

I got my chance to see her on my eighteenth birthday. Since we were never worried about money, I basically had everything I wanted. Mom always found it hard to shop for me, so she often asked me what I wanted for Christmas or my birthday. Knowing this was coming, I thought this would be my chance to see if I could finally get my wish. About a week before my birthday, mom came into the kitchen for breakfast and asked me. "So sweetie, you have a big birthday coming up." She said to me. "My little girl is finally an adult. So, is there anything really special you want for your birthday?"

I knew exactly what I wanted, but I was still nervous to ask. This was not something a normal girl asked her mom for. My heart was pounding, but I had to ask. The worst that could happen is that she'd say no. Yeah, she might get angry, but I had to do it. I took a deep breath and swallowed, to calm my nerves. "Yeah mom, there is something I really want, but it's not something you can buy." Mom looked confused. I looked her right in the eye as I prepared to bite the bullet.

"I know this is a strange request, especially because I'm your daughter, but I do have one thing I want for my birthday." Mom was looking at me with wonder in her eyes. "I want you to strip for me mom. I want you to give me a show like you give your customers."

Mom's jaw dropped in shock. "Angelina, you want me, your mother, to strip for you?" I nodded. "I never would have expected this from you. Tell me something, why would you want that?"

I felt a little more at ease now. She didn't say no, not yet, and she did not seem angry. "I've always been intrigued by your job, how you can so easily expose yourself to others. You remember at one time I wanted to follow in your footsteps? I just want to see how you do it. I want to see you perform." She sat in silence for a bit, and it was tense.

I was scared of her response. Then she spoke. "Well baby, it is an odd request, but I might be able to fulfill it. Give me some time to think about it." I nodded. It could happen, I might get to see my mother strip.

For the next week, I often caught her deep in thought. I knew she was pondering my request. I did not push her. I wanted her to accept freely. I woke up on my birthday a week later with still no answer. I hoped she'd say yes, but I prepared for a refusal. After dressing, I headed down to the kitchen for my birthday breakfast. Every year, she made me my favorite. Full course of pancakes, eggs, bacon, sausage and homefries.

Normally this would take too long for her to make, as she was always coming home as I was getting up and she'd be too tired to make such a meal. On my birthday, that was not the case. She always took my birthday and the day before off. She was smiling at me as she served me my food.

As I ate, she finally spoke. "Angie, I have had a lot of time to think about your request." I stopped eating at that moment, my heart again pounding. "I will admit, it is an odd one, but after some thought, I feel that it is not that big a deal. So yes, I will strip for you. Meet me in my practice room tonight." I jumped for joy. I would finally see my mom strip.

I barely remember the rest of that day. I was in a fog, anticipating the night. I went out with my friends and all, but I raced home later around eight. When I got home, mom was in her bedroom, getting ready. She told me to go to the practice room and wait for her there. I went downstairs and headed for the room. It had been a guest room when she bought the house, but she converted it when she started making more money. The room's interior looked like a miniature strip club. In the center was a checkerboard tile floor with a stripper pole in the center of it.

The ceiling was fitted with lights and speakers. There was another door on the other side of the room, hidden behind a curtain which also hid her small control board. A few feet from the "stage" was a red leather booth-like couch. It basically looked identical to the club she worked at. The lights in the room were at full brightness right now. I walked to the seat and sat down, my heart starting to pound. Fifteen minutes later, I heard the other door open and close. I did not even know what she was wearing. My heart beat faster knowing my present was on the other side of that curtain, and then I heard the click of a switch from the control board.

The lights in her practice room were dimmed, and I heard the beginnings of her signature song list start. I knew these songs well, I heard them often when she began her practice routines. My heart began to pound as I heard a recording of her club's DJ come through. "Here she is ladies and GENTLEMAN. Everyone's favorite MILF dancer, Crystalline."

With that, mom came out from the side and began her strut to the center of the stage. She was wearing her most worn outfit. The top was a semi-transparent button up blouse, matched with her denim booty shorts. It hid very little. I could see the bottoms of her ass cheeks and the deep valley of her cleavage. My heart jumped at seeing her in this. I did not see her eyes yet. Then she shot her head up and look me right in the eye as she grabbed the pole and began to swing around it, highlighting her start by blowing a kiss at me. This made my heart jump.

She stopped twirling about the pole after a few turns, stopping dead in front of it. Her back was to me as she began to grind her body against the pole as it sat between her tits. As she ground, she thrust her ass at me. My eyes were filled by her amazing ass, and the sight of it in those tight shorts was enticing. I began to hyperventilate as I watched her ass shake and gyrate to and away from me. I wanted to reach out and touch it, fill my hands with it, but I held back.

For now, I just wanted to enjoy her show. I was starting to get turned on, as I felt my lips beginning to wet. I was so engrossed in her ass, I was caught off guard when she suddenly twirled around and began to grind her ass on the pole. My eyes briefly met hers, and she just kept up that seductive smile she gave during her shows. In the bottom of my vision, I could see her breasts shaking and jiggling, and soon my eyes went to her boobs. Unconsciously, I licked my lips as I watched her tits bounce around. With how thin her top and bra were, I could see her nipples were very hard now. I could feel a compulsion in the back of my mind, wanting to lean forward and suck them.

She suddenly stopped grinding and her arms came down from above her head. She ran her hands down her body, over her tits, her sides and her hips, before they shot to the center of her top. She winked at me, smiling wickedly, before she tore her top open. As it parted, her tits were thrust toward me as they continued to bounce. The fought their confinement in her white lace bra, wishing to burst free.

"Oh god." I thought as I watched her tits burst forth, still fighting her bra as she thrust them forward. There was an itch in my hands, and it had intensified as I fought against reaching for her mounds. I was so engrossed in her tits that I did not even see as she seamlessly slid off her top and tossed it to the side. I licked my lips again, and I could feel my snatch beginning to moisten my panties. "God, she's good. She hasn't even touched me and she's making me this hot." I thought.

She turned away from me again, resuming her grinding and thrusting her ass at me. I could faintly hear her moans as she rode the pole, climbing up the pole and holding herself off the ground. Holding the pole with her thighs and one hand, she looked at me again and began to gyrate her upper body. She stopped and spun around the pole, sliding down until her feet hit the ground, and then her hands went to her hips. I watched intently as she spun away from me and slid her shorts down her legs. I was greeted by the sight of her creamy cheeks, fully visible in her skimpy G-string.

The whole time she slid her shorts off, down to her ankles, she continued to shake her ass in my direction. I was gasping in amazement as she once again gripped the pole, jumped up to it and spun around it about her waist as she kicked off her shorts out of sight. I stared, turned on as I viewed my mother in her skimpiest underwear. Despite the dark color of her G-string, I could see a wet spot forming on the crotch. She took one more turn, stopped again in front of the pole and then, looking me in the eye lasciviously, she began to walk toward me. My breath caught as she came closer.

My breathing was labored as mom put her arms around me, circling my neck. She still had said nothing, just continued to smile at me as she began to undulate against me. My eyes shot wide in shock as she put her lips to mine. I could not believe my mother was kissing me. She continued to grind into me as she kissed me. Her breasts would collided with mine as her ass ground against my pussy. I could feel my nipples get hard as she removed her lips and rose up until my face was in her bra-encased boobs.

I could barely breathe now as she stuffed my face in her mounds and shook them back and forth against my face. I finally caught my breath, gasping heavily as she leaned back and reached behind her to undo her brassiere. I watched in amazement as she removed one strap, then the other, then slowly removed the cups from her chest. I could not see much yet, her long locks were hiding her nipples. I don't know how she had done that, but it made her strip tease that much more enticing.

She leaned forward again and kissed me, briefly, before she leaned back. With a quick jolt, she threw her hair back and tossed her bra away, and my mom's breasts were bared for me to take in. Her nipples were very hard, begging to be sucked, and I could feel my lips pulsing, wishing to answer their call. Now topless, she again embraced and kissed me, grinding against me again.

Too soon, for me, she released me from our kiss and rose again. Her breasts were in my face again, and she rubbed them against my face, purposely rubbing her nipples against my lips. She'd stop in the middle of each pass, and I soon got the message. On her fifth pass and stop, I opened my lips and began to suck her hard nubbin. "Oooooh." She mewed as I suckled. I felt a jolt shoot through my body as I took her nipple between my lips.

She quickly popped it out and moved her other tit to my mouth, and I sucked it too. I was very wet now. I could not believe it was a woman, and my own mother, who was getting me so hot. I did not want to stop suckling, but I had to as she pulled away and turned her back to me. She began to moan as she ground her ass in my lap, back and forth over my crotch. As my mother continued her lap dance for me, I could now see she was going all out for me.

My vision was filled almost totally by her sensuous curves and I could not take my eyes off her butt, even as she stopped grinding and seductively walked back to the pole. My heart was beating fast, and my breathing was heavy. I could feel a deep itch in my pussy and hands, both were trembling with need. My hands and cunt both wanted to be filled. I was entranced with her show now, as I watched her again twirl about the pole. It was so hot to watch her slide her pussy against the pole and slide it between her now bare tits.

I was wet, and hot, hoping to soon see her remove that last stich of clothing. It was all that was on her now. Again she stopped in front of the pole, facing away from me, and put her hands to her hips as she continued to dance. I was focused on her wonderful butt as she continued to undulate it back and forth toward me, and as her ass danced, she began to slide her G-string down off of her ass. My mouth watered as her ass was bared to me, and the spread of her cheeks allowed me a small glance of her rosebud, which I could now see she'd had it bleached.

When the panties reached her knees, she turned her head to me again, blowing me another kiss. She looked away again when they reached her ankles. She shot up then, her ass and tits shaking as she did, and with a high kick of her left leg, she flicked her last garment away. Now, standing in front of me was my fully naked mother. She stood erect against her pole, then turned to face me.

I gasped as I viewed her naked body. For the first time, I saw her pussy bare, and it was fully shaven. I licked my lips as she again walked up to me, embracing me again as she sat in my lap. I did not even have time to blink as she once again kissed me, and this time I felt her tongue prodding against my lips.

I did not even think, I just opened my mouth and let her in. I was very hot, I could feel sweat building all over me, and my panties were very sticky at this point. My mind was blank as I made out with my naked mother. The smooth skin of her back was making my fingers tingle, and I could feel her ass against my thighs. My hands again trembled, begging to be filled.

I could not resist any more, and my hands went straight to her ass. She moaned into my mouth as I squeezed her ass while we continued to kiss. I did not want this kiss to end. I had never been this turned on. I could feel my cheeks flush and my chest rise and fall rapidly. I was so out of it I did not even notice when she pulled out of our kiss.

I was about to whine in protest, but she silenced it when she turned around and leaned her head back to put her lips back to mine. She then grabbed my hands as we kissed and put them to her tits. They felt so good in my hands. I squeezed and kneaded those glorious mounds, then started to play with her nipples. I pulled them and pinched them, rolled them and flicked them. I had never wanted to do anything with a woman, but right now, playing with my mother's body felt completely right.

She was moaning heavily into my mouth, and my nose caught a new scent. It was one unfamiliar, yet known. It was my mother's arousal. She was very turned on by this display for me. I could almost feel her juices wetting my jeans. I was very close now. I could not believe I was about to come from watching my mother strip.

I was disappointed again as she parted her lips from mine, then slid back onto the floor. She knelt before me, her legs spread and leaning back, stretching out and pushing out her chest. I gasped as all her charms were revealed to me. It was definitely the sexiest thing I had ever seen. Soon, she looked me in the eyes again, smiling wickedly and beckoning me with her finger. I reached out and pulled her back into my lap, and we resumed our kiss.

I suddenly felt a whoosh of air as she broke the kiss and stood above me, her legs spread. Her cunt was now in my face, and the smell of her pussy flooded my nostrils. I was shocked, but pleased, when she grabbed my head and ground her cunt in my face. I could tell what she was asking for, and I opened my mouth and put my tongue to her sex.

"Ooooh. Yesss." She screamed as my tongue parted her lips. As soon as her juices touched my tongue, I came. I moaned hard into her snatch, continuing to lick. I had never wanted to ever do this, but at this moment, it felt right, and I found I did not dislike the taste of her center. "Mmmmm, that's a good girl. Make Crystalline come you pretty minx." She said to me, talking to me as if I was a customer, not her daughter. She would not let my head go, and I worked my tongue deep into her and within a few minutes, my mother came on my face.

I gasped for breath as she let my face out of her crotch as she sat in my lap again. Her lips went to mine again and for the next five minutes, we kissed as I felt her tits and ass. She told me later this is how she ended every private show like this. I was very satisfied now. I had finally seen my mother strip. I knew I was definitely not the first woman she'd done a private show for. Half, maybe more of her regular customers were women.

I pulled my lips from hers and looked her in the eye, my hand still on her breast as she sat to my side on my lap. "Do you do that with every customer mom?" I asked her.

"No honey, what I gave you is what I do only for very special customers. I normally charge three hundred dollars for that kind of performance." I was shocked.

"So you gave me the VIP package? You didn't have to do that." I told her." She just smiled at me. "I know Angie, but it's your birthday, you deserve something special." She smiled and kissed me one more time, before getting out of my lap. "Happy birthday, honey." She said, before she went out the door and left the room, still naked. She made sure to tease me with a final sexy shake of her ass. I sat there for a few minutes, still reeling, before I too got up and left the room.

Nothing like that ever happened again between me and mom. My curiosity was sated. I had finally seen my mother strip, and that was enough. She told me despite how unusual that night was, she did enjoy it.