Jon came down the stairs and saw his stepmom, Brittney, cooking breakfast. She is wearing shorts that are too small, and the lower part of her ass hangs out from the bottom. Her breasts are popping out of the top and sides of a white tank top that was skintight. Jon always enjoyed seeing Brittney this way, even though she was the woman who raised him. Jon could admire what a beautiful woman Brittney was. On occasion, as Jon got older, he even started to notice when Brittney would flirt with him. Nothing too graphic but just a wink or a comment here and there. Enough for Jon to have a crush on his stepmom. Jon walked over to the table and sat down next to his father. He turned the pages of his paper and took a sip of his coffee. Jon pulled his seat up to the table.
"Did you sleep well, baby?" asked Brittney, as her firm ass was shaking back and forth from stirring the pancake batter in a bowl.
"I slept great, mom." Said Jon.
"Well, good, I'll have your breakfast out really quick, baby, just a few more minutes." Brittney smiled at Jon, turned towards the stove, and continued cooking.
"Any plans tonight?" Jon's father asked without looking up from his newspaper.
"Yes, some friends and I are going out to celebrate my birthday to some bars, nothing crazy."
His father finally put down his paper and looked at Jon. "I know today is your 21st birthday." Then, he said in a whisper, "But please promise me that if you go to any gentlemen clubs, you will stay away from the one in midtown by the mall."
Jon sat there for a second, puzzled at the strange request his father had just asked him. After a while, his father picked up his paper and said, "Just promise me." Jon nodded his head and said, "oaky." Brittney came to the table and put the food down. As she leaned over to put Jon's plate down, he saw down her shirt. Under her shirt with no braw was Jon's stepmom's perfect set of tits. They were big and smooth, and as Jon looked, he could see her nipples getting hard. Brittney let out a lough and startled Jon. Looking up at her, he knew that she had caught him staring down her breasts. Brittney smiled, gave Jon a flirtatious wink, and sat at the table. The three of them ate their breakfast.
Later that night, sitting at the bar with his friends, Jon couldn't help but think of Brittney in her skimpy outfit. 'Was she doing it on purpose? Did his dad know what she was doing? Did he care?' Just then, one of the guys spoke up, "Jon, let's go have some real fun!"
"I'm down, Brian; what do you have in mind?"
"I say enough with the bars and let go get some tits rubbed in our faces!" Said Brian as everyone laughed and cheered in agreement. "Okay," Jon said, "let's do it." Everyone slammed their drinks down and headed to the new spot. As the uber drove, Jon noticed that they were directed towards the mall. Once he looked up, he realized they were in midtown and was headed right to the club his father had asked him not to go to. Jon's heart began to race as he could not figure out why his father wanted him to stay away from this place.
As the guys made their way to a table by the main stage, the DJ called the next girl to come up. A woman walked her way to the pole. Jon's friends began to shout and cheer as she began to do her routine. From all the noise Jon and his friends were making, the woman finally looked over to the group of young men out of curiosity. Jon looked on in total disbelief. Now he knew why his father had told him not to come to this club. The woman on stage stripping and pole dancing for Jon and his group of friends was his mother.
Jon could not understand what he was looking at. His birth mother, the woman he had known but was never very close, was an exotic dancer, and here tonight, in nothing but a bra and thong and high heels, was putting on a show. Brittney, his stepmom, was the one who raised him. Arlette, his birthmother, was around but was never close. He never had a problem with calling both women 'mom.' He had even gone over to his birthmother's apartment a couple of times, but he never really knew what she did for work. But now he saw why; it all made sense. Why Jon's parents kept him away from her, why they mostly talked on the phone. As Jon was coming to that realization, another hit him as well. 'What if his mom recognized him?' Right as that thought crossed his mind, his mother made eye contact with him.
Without missing a beat, his mother continued to dance. First, she threw off her bra, exposing some of the best pair of tits Jon had ever seen. The table erupted in cheers. Next, Jon's mother turned and slowly began to drop her thong. Once it was off, she spread her ass cheeks as she leaned forward to show the guys her pussy and asshole. Jon could feel his cock grow and press up against his pants. Jon's friends began to walk towards the stage, throwing money at his mom. She began to crawl around while stuffing their faces in her breasts and ass. Occasionally, she would look over at Jon and smile. She had to know it was him.
Once the song was over, one of the guys in the group asked his mom if she would come by the table. She agreed and began to get dressed while collecting her cash on the stage.
"Goddamn, she looks just like Lisa Ann!" Brian exclaimed as he sat back in his seat. As the dancer, who looked like the porn star, walked toward the table, she and Jon made eye contact, and she sat right on his lap. Jon's friends stared in amazement.
"Why don't you come with me?" his mom said as she grabbed his hand. She led him away from the table as all the guys cheered. Once outside, she turned to face Jon with a big smile.
"Oh my god, Jon! How are you?" she asked while giving Jon a deep hard hug. "I was wondering if I was going to see you tonight; I remembered it was your birthday. I was going to call you tomorrow. But, oh my god, I am so happy you are here!"
"Yes, hi Arlette, I have to say this is a bit of a surprise that you are here. I guess I never thought I would see you like that."
