Mom, Aunts & Gran are Strippers Ch. 01

byMotherandSonTrueConfessions©

Mother, aunts, and grandmother all once worked as strippers.

Author's Note:

This is a true story as told to me by Valentino that he wanted me to write and share about his mother, Elizabeth, his aunts, Victoria and Isabella, and his grandmother, Mary.

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'I hate my mother. I really, really hate her,' thought Val while pacing his room. 'I love her but I hate her, too. Maybe if she wasn't such a bitch and treated me better, I wouldn't hate her,' he thought while clenching his fist. 'Even though I'm a 22-year-old grown man, she treats me as if I'm a 12-year-old child. I'm sick of it. I'm just sick of the way she disrespects me.'

Valentino took a big breath while thinking about his love/hate relationship with his forty-something-year-old, demanding, and sometimes, impossibly, difficult mother.

'Maybe, if she didn't treat me with contempt and shuttle me off to private schools, I wouldn't hate her as much as I do. Conversely, maybe, if she wasn't tall, blonde, shapely, and beautiful, I wouldn't love her in the lustfully way that I do,' he thought. 'I feel so torn. As much as I want to tell my mother what I really think of her, I want to have sex with her. As much as I want to tell her that I'm done with her and go live with my grandmother, I want to make passionate love to her.'

He continued pacing around his room with rage while brooding over the love/hate relationship that he had with his mother.

'It's as if she blames me for ruining her life by becoming pregnant with me. Yet, now that I'm an adult, able to care for myself, and able to make my own decisions, all of that misplaced hatred is in my past,' thought Val after finally coming to terms with his controlling and demanding mother.

Then, forget about forgiving her, his vengeance was renewed when he uncovered his mother's secrets. His dastardly plot for revenge started when he found his mother's hidden trunk that contained her sexy, sexual secrets about her scandalous past. Hidden away in another life, more than twenty-five-years ago, part of her past and now a long, forgotten memory, his mom worked as a stripper. Looking at her now, a sophisticated lady of wealth and fashion in the way that Julia Roberts became in Pretty Woman, his mother still looked good enough to dance around a pole while removing her clothes.

Unless they recognized her from 25-years-ago, no one would ever know and/or imagine that she worked as a stripper. Yet, before she married his wealthy father, from the ages of 19-years-old to 22-years-old, his mother, Elizabeth, worked her way through college as an exotic dancer. An easy way to make some fast money while working less hours, better than waiting tables while hoping for tips, he was shocked that his mother was once a pole dancer. With strippers and prostitution going hand and glove, he wondered what else she did for money other than stripping.

With her undressing for money, did she have sex for money, too? Always sexually attracted to his mother before, now that he knew she was a stripper, a whore, and possibly a prostitute, instead of hating her, he was even more sexually attracted to her. A bittersweet relationship, he was torn between his hate for his mother and his sexual lust for her. Yet, with his agenda resurfacing of wanting to get even with her for her mistreatment of him, he wanted to belittle her and embarrass her in the way that she belittled and embarrassed him.

Something that may never happen, even though he had found naked photos of her in her trunk, he wanted to see her naked in person. Wanting her to undress for him, he wanted to watch her strip naked. Then, once she was naked, he wanted to touch and feel his mother everywhere that a son should never touch and feel his mother. Once she was naked, he wanted to have incestuous sex with her. Once she was naked, he wanted to make out with her while making tender love to her before fucking her hard and fast.

'I love you, Mom,' he thought with his sexual lust superseding his unrepressed hatred.

Quite the paradox, and not knowing what to do with the absurdity of his incestuous feelings, even though he hated her so very much, he loved her so very much, too. A prisoner to his mother's sexuality and beauty, he sexually wanted his mother in the way that a son should never want his mother. He wanted her to stroke and suck his cock after he fingered and licked her pussy. He wanted to give her multiple, sexual orgasms with his fingers, his tongue, and his cock while watching and hearing her cum. He wanted to cum in her mouth and in her cunt.

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He couldn't help but wonder if his father, her ex-husband, a stuffy banker, knew his wife undressed for men a few years before he married her. Quite the scandal, especially for someone like him, a man of wealth, power, and influence, Val couldn't help but wonder if his father married his mother because she was pregnant with him or because she was sexy and beautiful. With one reason motivating the other reason for a marriage proposal, perhaps both reasons were why he married her. If it wasn't illegal and if she wanted him as much as he wanted her, he'd marry his mother.

'Mom? Will you marry me,' he imagined saying while down on one knee and holding up his college ring to her?

Perhaps, another secret she's keeping from his father was that he wasn't his father. If only his Dad knew her background as a stripper, maybe he would have married someone else. If only he knew her background as a pregnant, unwed whore, maybe he would have wanted her to have an abortion. Yet, with his mother a good Catholic, even though she no longer goes to mass, and even if she prostituted herself in the way of Mary Magdalen, she never would have aborted her pregnancy and terminated her son.

Knowing his Dad in the way that he does, respecting him and fearing him at the same time, it was hard for him to believe that he'd marry a woman who was a stripper and a whore. Only, when seeing his mother now, the furthest woman from a whore, he'd never peg her for a stripper. With her even fooling him, her son, he couldn't imagine her removing clothes for money and/or having sex for money, too. As if she was born again as a virgin, she acted as if she was a woman who'd never have sex for money.

'Oxymoronic, I don't think there are any strippers that are virgins,' he thought while laughing to himself. 'I don't think there are any strippers who wouldn't have sex for money.'

For shapely women to strip themselves naked while sexually teasing men for money, they're whores. As cultured and high-class as his mother pretended to be, clearly, she was still a whore. Smelling like a rose after swirling around in shit, she was nothing but a whore who came into loads of money after his father married her and divorced her with a big, divorce settlement.

'Whore,' he thought!

Maybe too late to reject her, perhaps, his Dad discovered her secret, sexual life later, long after they were married. Maybe, no secret, he knew who she was all along. Who knows? Perhaps, because he discovered she had worked as a stripper was the reason why he married her and/or also, was the reason for why he divorced her, too. Maybe, he never discovered her secret and they divorced because he had a younger woman on the side, which he did. Obviously, deserving one another, as much as his mother was a selfish bitch, his father was a cheating bastard.

Perhaps, even after their divorce, it was still his mother's secret that she continued to keep from her husband about her sexy past. Who knows? No one really knows what goes on behind closed, bedroom doors? With everyone pretending to be something and/or someone they're not, unless educated with a PhD in psychiatry, no one really knows one's true self. Even then, much like priests who are disgraced pedophiles, many psychiatrists openly admit that they are more mentally disturbed than their patients.

With his mother now so refined, so well-mannered, so sophisticated, so ladylike, so morally moral, and matronly modest, hard to believe, he couldn't imagine her dancing around a pole to music while removing her clothes. Now that he knew that she worked as a stripper, he wished he was there to watch her strip naked. He wished there was an online video of her undressing. He'd love nothing more than to masturbate while watching his mother strip herself naked and imagining having sex with her.

He imagined her sitting in the back of his father's Rolls Royce wearing a mink coat and nothing else. With her wanting for nothing and having all the money she'd ever need, it was hard for him to imagine men sticking dollar bills in her G-string while feeling her nearly, naked ass and fondling her nearly, naked breasts. It was hard for him to imagine his mother giving men lap dances while shaking her big tits in their faces. It was hard for him to believe that she'd be desperate enough for money to allow men to grope her and/or to have sex with her.

A mystery to him, having never been to a strip club, he couldn't even imagine what she did in the VIP room. What do strippers do in the VIP room? Do strippers have sex with men? Instead of just dancing while stripping, do women prostitute themselves in the VIP room? Bad enough to think of his mother as a stripper and a whore, he couldn't imagine her prostituting herself, too. With her so very rich now because of his Dad and their divorce settlement, he couldn't imagine her stroking, sucking, and fucking strange men that she didn't know for money.

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An identical triplet, her sisters, Victoria and Isabella, by the evidence he found in his mother's old trunk, worked as strippers, too. His grandmother had a thing for royalty and still does, the reason why she named two of her daughters, Elizabeth and Victoria, after English queens. She named her third daughter, Isabella, after a Spanish queen. Perhaps, overly pressured by his grandmother to choose a name for him, he was surprised his mother didn't name him after an English King. Even though he disliked the name Valentino, he hated Edward, George, or Henry even more.

With mother and daughters so close, it was hard for him to believe that his grandmother was unaware that her daughters removed their clothes for money. He figured his grandmother knew that her daughters worked as strippers and were all whores. He could only imagine the fun his mother and aunts had during spring break. With sex not a big deal to them, they must have been wild with alcohol, drugs, and sex.

With his grandmother, Mary, named after Mary, the Queen of Scots, still a GILF even at her sixty-something-year-old age, a grandmother he'd like to fuck, he found topless and naked photos of her, too, in his mother's old trunk. Like mother like daughters, she worked as a stripper in New York back in the 70's. Like mother like daughters, something that's so disturbing as it was sexually exciting, it was hard for him to believe that his MILF of a mother, his sexy aunts, and his beloved grandmother once were all strippers and whores.

Now, that he knew their sexy, hidden secrets, not only would he love to see his mother naked but also, he'd love to have sex with her, too. Not only would he love to see his aunts naked but also, he'd love to have sex with them, too. If his grandmother was as much of a whore as her three daughters were, he'd love to see her naked and have incestuous sex with her, too. One at a time or all three in the same bed, he'd love to have incestuous sex with all of them.

'Grandma. Here's twenty-dollars for a lap dance,' he imagined saying to his grandmother.

With her still having a wicked, good body, having a good sense of humor, and not taking anything seriously, he imagined her laughing.

'Twenty-dollars,' he imagined her saying while looking at him as if was nuts. I'd never give anyone a lap dance, not even my grandson for twenty-dollars. Even way back when I was stripping, I charged one-hundred dollars to sit on a man's erect cock. Many men found it worth the money to have me bounce up and down while grinding my ass against their stiff pricks. Many men found it worth the money to allow them to have their wicked, sexual way with my naked breasts and huge nipples,' he imagined her saying.

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Yet, how hot would that be to not only have incestuous sex with his mother but also with his aunts and with his grandmother, too? A sexual fantasy come true, since he found his mother's secret trunk with those salacious photos of her, her sisters, and her mother, he had been masturbating over their topless and naked photos of them night and day. He had been masturbating over the imagined thoughts of having illicit sex with his mother. He had been masturbating while imagining having forbidden sex with his aunts and having nasty sex with his grandmother, too.

Surprising them and, perhaps, even shocking them, he imagined calling his mother, his aunts, and his grandmother up to his room to show them his latest, home improvement. He wondered what they'd say. He wondered what they'd do. He wondered if they'd revert to their old, sexual and exhibitionist way of life.

'Why do you have a pole in your room, Valentino," he imagined his mother innocently asking him as if she didn't know?

Hoping they'd take the hint and dance around the pole while undressing, hopefully, old habits die hard. He'd love nothing more than to watch his mother, his aunts, and his grandmother removing their clothes while dancing around a pole. He'd love to see his mother, his aunts, and his grandmother topless before seeing them naked. His sexual fantasy was to have forbidden sex with all four of them.

'Why do I have a pole in my room? Um, it's good exercise,' he imagined thinking quick and saying. 'Would you like to try it,' he imagined asking them while hoping that they all would?

Something that would never happen but something that sexually excited him to imagine that it would, he imagined his uptight, bitch of a mother and stuck-up aunts hanging onto the pole while upside-down with their legs spread wide open. With all of them wearing short skirts, he imagined seeing their panty clad asses and pussies. Only, with his mother and aunts now so very modestly moral, as if they were born again as sexual prudes, he had never seen as much as their bra straps. It mystified him how women can go from stripping themselves naked to never showing him anything.

Now, on the other hand, his grandmother would and has shown him nearly everything. Definitely, without a doubt, if he had a pole in his room, she'd dance around it while removing her clothes and stripping herself naked. He'd love to see his grandmother topless. He'd love to see his grandmother naked. He'd love to touch and feel her everywhere a grandson should never touch and feel his grandmother while tossing money at her.

'Turn around, Grandma, and bend at the waist. I, um, just wanna see somethin', he imagined saying to his grandmother.

He imagined her laughing with glee.

'I know what you want to see, Val. You want to see Grandma's naked ass and the back of her naked pussy,' he imagined her saying.

Staying true to her nature, once a whore, always a whore, definitely, his grandmother is a whore. Always sexually teasing him with up-skirt peeks of her panties and down-blouse views of her cleavage and bra, she deliberately flashed him every time he was alone with her. Whenever she knew he was coming for a visit on a hot, summer day, she'd sunbathe by her pool topless. Filling his horny eyes with her big, naked tits, he had seen her naked breasts numerous times. She even allowed him to cop a few, cheap feels of her big, naked tits when hugging her.

"Oh, Val. By that big bulge in your bathing suit, I can see you're a breast man," said his grandmother poking fun at his erection while squeezing his cock through his bathing suit. "I can tell that you like Grandma's big tits," she said stepping back from him with her arms by her side. She turned one way before turning the other way to give me a good, long look of her naked breasts and her big, erect nipples.

Then, continuing to sexually tease him, she cupped her breasts in her palms while sliding her slow hands across her nipples. She fingered her erect nipples while staring up at him as if daring him to feel her tits and finger her nipples. She had huge nipples and he so wanted to finger them and suck them but this was his grandmother and not some whore, even though she surely was a whore. As if daring him to finger and suck her big tits, he watched her lift her breasts to her mouth to suck them, first one and then the other.

With him horny and her sexually aroused, after a few drinks, they played Marco Polo in the pool. With her not stopping him, pretending his gropes were accidental because his eyes were closed, he touched and felt his grandmother everywhere a grandson should never touch and feel his grandmother. Reciprocating his touches and feels with her closed eyes touches and feels, she touched and felt her grandson everywhere a grandmother should never touch and feel her grandson. As if they were dating instead of related by blood, they did everything but have full-blown, incestuous sex.

Then, while wearing just as small, hand towel that barely covered her still shapely and sexy naked ass, she allowed him to rub suntan lotion all over her nearly, naked body. In the way she looked at him with sexual arousal and lust, he looked at her with sexual excitement and horniness. If ever he put sexual moves on his grandmother, he wondered if she'd have sex with him. No doubt, with her so free, so open, and such a whore, she'd willingly surrender her GILF of a sexy and shapely body to him.

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As the story goes, for some odd reason, his Mom had an image of Rudolph Valentino when she was in labor birthing him, the reason why she named him Valentino she said. Rudolph Valentino? Seriously? Go figure. Instead of craving pickles and ice cream, she was thinking of sexy Italians. Figuring his mother was lying and making up stories, surmising that his theory was correct, perhaps, the first name of his real father, a man he never met and she didn't marry, was Valentino.

Yet, he was glad that she didn't name him Rudolph. He had enough trouble with the neighborhood kids calling him Romeo until they finally settled on Val. In the way of Val Kilmer, Val is cool. On the other hand, in the way of Rudolph the red nose reindeer, Rudolph was not. Then, again, the kids could have called him Rudy, which wasn't such a bad name.

Much like most triplets, his mother and her two sisters not only looked alike but also, they talked, sounded, and laughed alike. He couldn't tell one from the other when seeing them from the back or hearing them from a distance. He couldn't tell one from the other when hearing their voices and not seeing their pretty faces. Harmonizing in perfect key, they would have made a great singing act, only his mother and her sisters didn't sing. They danced around a pole to music while removing their clothes and stripping themselves naked.

According to the flyer that he found in her trunk, his mother and aunts had a striptease act descriptively called, Three-of-a-Kind. Overlooking them before, concentrating more on their topless and naked photos, he found their diaries, too. As if it served as their little, black books, they kept records of all the men they had sex with and what each man sexually liked to do. Not taking count, suffice to write, there were pages and pages of various men in all four books.

With each man having a special preference and each woman having a special skill, his grandmother loved doing everything with everyone. From oral sex, to anal sex, to bondage, she especially loved playing the Dominatrix. Unless he read it for himself, never would he have expected his grandmother was such a whore. Sure, she flashed him and sexually teased him but, thinking nothing of it, he loved his grandmother and could never think ill or her. If he thought anything, he thought she was just as lonely as he was horny.

With her a talented cocksucker, as shocked as he was surprised, he learned that his mother loved sucking cock. Something else he had in common with his mother, he loved receiving blowjobs as much as she obviously loved giving blowjobs. Her sister, Victoria, loved lying on her back naked while being made love to and fucked. Her other sister, Isabella, loved being taken, stripped naked, and forced to have sex against her will. With each woman having their own specialty, it was odd that three women who were so much alike were so different in their sexual appetites.

Ever since he found his mother's secret trunk stored in the far corner of the attic with their sexy costumes and old photos taken of them, he had been masturbating over all of them. After seeing their topless and naked photos while imagining having sex with the four of them, he couldn't stop masturbating over them. Especially the photos of his topless and naked mother, he lost count how many times he masturbated over his MILF of a mother, his sexy aunts, and his GILF of a grandmother.

Keeping their secrets, yet nonetheless, eager for her to know that he knew, he couldn't wait to confront his mother with the truth. As if getting even with her because she was such a bitch to him, he couldn't wait to see the look on her face and her reaction to her knowing that he knew that she was a stripper and/or a whore. He couldn't wait to confront his aunts and his grandmother, too. His grandmother wouldn't care but his aunts would be mortified and humiliated. He couldn't wait to see their reactions to him knowing their sexy, sexual secrets.

He wondered if he asked nicely and respectfully, if they'd give him their famous Three-of-a-Kind striptease show. Maybe, if they refused to give him a VIP, striptease show, he could be as much of a bastard to them as they are bitches to him and blackmail them into giving him one, last, private, striptease performance. There's nothing more that he would want to see than seeing his mother, her two sisters, and his grandmother slowly and sexily strip naked in front of him. There's nothing he'd want more than to have incestuous sex with his mother, his aunts, and his grandmother.

Once he saw them all naked, no doubt, wanting to do more than just ogle them, he wondered if he could somehow blackmail them and/or persuade them all to give him incestuous sex. He thought about having forbidden sex with each of them. How hot would that be to not only have incestuous sex with his mother but also to have illicit sex with his aunts and to have nasty sex with his grandmother? If it wasn't enough wanting to have sex with his mother, while comparing one to the other, he wanted to have sex with his entire, female family.

'Wow,' he thought while fingering his growing erection through his pants. 'I'd love to have sex with all of them.'

Sexual overload, while continuing to masturbate over their naked photos and all that he hoped to see of them, if it wasn't enough seeing his mother, Elizabeth, naked, he imagined blackmailing her for sex. If it wasn't enough seeing his aunt, Victoria, naked, he imagined blackmailing her for sex, too. If it wasn't enough seeing his aunt, Isabella, naked, he imagined blackmailing her for sex, also. If it wasn't enough seeing his grandmother, Mary, naked, he wouldn't have to blackmail her for sex. With her hot to trot, she'd readily have sex with him if he asked.

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'Grandma,' he imagined asking as if she was there with him in his room while he masturbated himself. 'Would you do me a favor?'

He imagined her sitting across from him in her living room. As if she was an elderly Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct, he imagined her uncrossing her shapely legs while flashing him her bright, white panties and leaning forward in her chair with her knees spread. He imagined her giving him a naughty look.

'Of course,' he imagined his grandmother saying. 'What would you like me to do? I'll do anything for you, Val, anything,' he imagined her asking with a sexy smile. 'You only need to ask,' he imagined her saying and giving him a wink.

He returned her sexy smile and naughty look with his sexy smile and naughty look.

'Hmm, anything,' he thought? 'How tempting? Yet, worth the risk of making an ass of myself, he hoped his question wouldn't ruin their close grandmother and grandson relationship. Yet, if I don't ask, I won't get,' he thought. 'It's worth a try.'

He imagined standing while walking nearer to her. He imagined unzipping himself, pulling out his prick, and stroking himself to a hard erection while his grandmother stared at his exposed cock. With the impressions of her big nipples erecting themselves behind her blouse and bra, clearly, she was becoming as sexually aroused as he was already sexually excited. Now that it was obvious what he wanted, he wondered if his grandmother would sexually accommodate him. He took a big breath for courage while daring himself to ask his grandmother his inappropriate, sexual question.

'Would you mind blowing me, Grandma? I'd love for you to suck my cock. I'm so horny, Grandma. I'd love to cum in your mouth while feeling your naked breasts and fingering your erect nipples,' he imagined saying to his GILF of a grandmother.

Allowing his sexual fantasy to harden his prick and fill his mind with incestuous sex he continued masturbating himself while imagining his grandmother blowing him. He imagined his grandmother standing and walking to him while removing her blouse and bra. Then, he imagined her lowering herself to her knees in front of him. He imagined her taking his stiff prick in her hand to stroke him before taking his hard cock in her mouth to suck him.

"Sure," he imagined her saying while pushing back her blonde hair. "It would be my pleasure to blow you, Val. I'd love nothing more than to suck your cock, my grandson's cock, and for you to cum in my mouth, your grandmother's mouth," he imagined her saying while staring up at him with her big, blue eyes.

While he stroked himself faster and harder, he imagined his grandmother stroking him faster and harder while she sucked him deeper as he felt her big, naked tits and fingered her hard, erect nipples. Then, as soon as he was ready to cum, he imagined putting a gentle hand behind his grandmother's, elderly head. Humping her mouth, he imagined fucking her face before unloading a gush of cum in her mouth. As soon as she removed his prick from her mouth, he imagined unloading a second spurt of cum all over her face and across her naked breasts.

'Oh, Val, I've always wanted to suck your cock,' he imagined his grandmother saying while wiping his cum from her eyes. 'You've made this old woman very happy. Thank you for allowing me to blow you. Thank you for cumming in my mouth and for giving me a cum bath, too,' he imagined her saying with heartfelt gratitude.

Yet, nothing more than a sexual fantasy while he masturbated himself, instead of ejaculating in his grandmother's mouth, he ejaculated in a tissue.

'Unbelievable,' he thought after masturbating over his grandmother blowing him.

Continuing with his sexual fantasies, he imagined the four of them, his mother, his aunts, and his grandmother giving him a striptease show. As if his room was their own private, VIP room, he imagined them giving him sex after they stripped off their clothes. He imagined filling his mother's mouth, his aunts' mouths, and his grandmother's mouth with his big prick. He imagined cumming in their mouths and saving some cum to give them all a cum bath later. Whenever he masturbated himself, he imagined cumming all over their pretty faces, in their hair, and across their naked breasts.

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After his father left them to remarry, he took ownership of his comfortable, Herman Miller, Eames, lounge chair, the one with the matching and removable ottoman. The most expensive chair in the house and the most comfortable chair he had ever sat in, the Eames chair was even more comfortable than the Herman Miller Aeron and/or the Herman Miller Embody desk chairs that he left behind. His mother sat across from him on the couch wearing her designer, light, blue blouse and her tailored, navy blue matching skirt that rested just above her knee. She looked like a model from a fashion magazine.

Now, that he knew the truth about her, he couldn't help from imagining her sitting across from him in her low-cut, sexy bra and her sheer, bikini panties. He couldn't help from imagining her sitting across from him topless with her big, naked breasts exposed to his horny eyes. As if she was fully dressed and with her unembarrassed and unashamed, he couldn't help from imagining his mother sitting across from him naked.

Perhaps imagining more than she'd be comfortable doing, she'd never sit across from him in her panties and bra, topless, or naked. Realistically readjusting his sexual fantasy, he couldn't help but imagine his mother sitting across from him with her knees parted while exposing her white, lacy, silk panties to him. Always the lady, his mother had never accidentally or deliberately flashed him her panties in the way that his grandmother routinely does. Matter of fact, he had never seen anything of his mother other than her legs and a modest bit of cleavage when she was wearing something formal.

He wished she'd revert to the way she was when she was an exhibitionistic, stripping whore. Once an exhibitionist always an exhibitionist, once a stripper always a stripper, and once a whore, always a whore. Only, his mother was the furthest thing from her stripping and whoring days of exhibitionism. As if she was studying to become a nun and join the convent of the Most Holy Virgins, he had never even heard her curse.

Able to hide her real self by being a phony, she was such a self-centered bitch. Always preoccupied with herself, with her hair, her makeup, her manicure, and with her clothes, always out and about, she was seldom home. She never paid him any nevermind until she stumbled over him somewhere in the house or alone in the garden. Even as a child, she cared more about herself than she did for him.

Handing him off to a nanny as a child or shipping him off to yet, another private, boarding school, he had little interaction with her. Until he found her secret trunk, he knew very little about his mother. With his father always working, he seldom saw him either. Then, once they divorced, he was left alone with his bad self and his nanny.

Yet, even after having lived such a pampered and privileged childhood, as a grown man, he was angry. Even though he had a roomful of toys as a child and expensive distractions to occupy him as an adult, yet, whenever she wasn't home, he yearned for his mother's attention and affection. Now, that he hadn't received neither her attention or affection, he wanted revenge for the way she treated him by ignoring him. Even though he wanted for nothing, was well cared for, attended the best schools, and was given the best education, he didn't feel loved.

If anything, feeling invisible, he felt abandoned by his own mother. As if ashamed of him, she seldom showed him any motherly affection. She never hugged him, kissed him goodnight, read him a bedtime story, or made him feel important. Now that he was older, seldom showing him any interest, she never complimented him and/or asked him questions about his life, interests, or hobbies. She left all of that up to his nannies. Because she was so difficult, she had a hard time keeping nannies, and as soon as he grew close to one, there was a new one taking her place.

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Always horny and with him having an intimate knowledge of her 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, and a VIP room whore. Now, curious to know, he wondered which color and style of matching bra and panties she was wearing today.

'With her wearing a light blue blouse and a navy-blue skirt, she was probably wearing her silk and satin, ivory matching bra and panties,' he thought.

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 would masturbate 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 would masturbate himself while imagining his aunts naked and having sex with them, too. He would 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 would be a happy nephew and grandson. With a trunk full of 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 secrets, he couldn't wait to confront his mother, his aunts, and his grandmother. Much like his mother, in the way that his aunts always embarrassed him and/or shamed him, laughing at him and making 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; he never would have found the key to the trunk but glad that he did. 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 all still are, too.