Mom, Aunts & Gran are Strippers Ch. 02

byMotherandSonTrueConfessions©

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.

Encouraging him to be a better man, proud of all that he had already done, she was the only one who paid him any loving attention and complimented him on his accomplishments. Then, again, something that his mother and/or his aunts would never dare do, his grandmother was always grabbing, pinching, and/or groping his ass through his clothes. He couldn't say that he didn't like the sexual attention when he did. He only wished she'd grab, pinch, and/or grope his cock through his pants, too.

Yet, oddly enough, difficult for him to return the sexual favor of groping her, even though he wanted to grope his grandmother's shapely ass and her big breasts, he couldn't. Even though he wanted to touch and feel her everywhere, he didn't want to disrespect her and have her think of him as an incestuous pervert, even though he was. Not wanting to ruin the close relationship he enjoyed with his grandmother, she was the only one who talked to him with sincerity and listened to him attentively. Definitely, he'd have sex with her, if she'd have sex with him.

"You still have that beautiful ass, Val. I used to bite your ass when you were a baby," she said patting his ass through his pants. "Just like a firm, ripe piece of fruit, I love your ass," she said slowly sliding her hand across his jean covered ass while stopping to squeeze his butt cheeks, first one and then the other.

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He looked at her with sexual excitement and smiled while imagining her naked and having sex with him. He only wished she liked his cock as much as she liked his ass and as much as he loved her big tits, erect nipples, and shapely ass. Maybe because of all of that pole dancing but for a woman her age, she had a sexy figure and a great ass. With her always giving him an erection by deliberately flashing him, he'd love for his grandmother to touch, feel, finger, grab, and grope his erect prick through his jeans.

Not stopping there, with one thing leading to another thing, he imagined unzipping himself and pulling out his stiff, naked prick while his grandmother watched. In the sexual way that he wanted his mother and his aunts, he incestuously wanted his grandmother, too. Wishing he could stick his cock in her mouth, he'd love for her to stroke him while sucking him and before cumming in her mouth. In the way that he imagined making love to his mother and to his aunts, he imagined making love to his grandmother before fucking her hard and fast.

"Thank you, Grandma. I'm glad you like my ass," he said with a dirty laugh while not saying all that he was thinking and all that he wanted to say to the old whore.

With him 22-years-old and her 66-years-old, she was three times his age. Yet, having the same youthful genes of his mother and aunts, if he didn't know her age and was to guess how old she was, he'd say that she was fifty-something-years-old. If he didn't know his mother's and his aunt's ages, he'd guess that they were thirty-something-years-old instead of forty-something-years-old. Granted they all wore makeup, coiffed their hair, and wore designer clothes that flattered their shapely figures but he hoped he looked as good as they do at their ages.

'I like your ass and I especially love your big tits, too, Grandma,' he wanted to say. 'You can bite my ass now, as long as you nibble on my cock while allowing me to fondle your naked, natural breasts and finger your big, erect nipples, Grandma,' he wanted to say but didn't dare say that either. 'Suck my cock, Grandma. Blow me. Give me a blowjob,' he wanted to say with her making him so horny but, again, not wanting to ruin the close relationship that he enjoyed with his grandmother, he didn't want to offend her and/or insult her.

Obviously, in the way that he wanted to have incestuous sex with his mother and with his aunts, he wanted to have incestuous sex with his grandmother, too. He so wanted to say that he loved her big tits, but not wanting to disrespect her, not wanting to be like every other horny, incestuous man, he didn't dare. Satisfied to look instead of touch, his grandmother gave him all the loving affection that he needed and all of the attention, sexual and otherwise, that his mother never gave him.

Something so sexually exciting, no matter what she wore, he could always see her erect nipples through her clothes, especially when she wasn't wearing a bra. Mesmerized as if hypnotized, long before he even knew she worked as a stripper, careful not to catch him staring, he always stared at the impressions of his grandmother's erect nipples. He so wanted to finger them while sucking them. Tempted to do so, especially when she sunbathed by the pool topless and especially when they played Marco Polo, seemingly with them always so erect, he was so tempted to finger, pull, turn, and twist her nipples.

She had such huge nipples that he always wondered if her daughters had big nipples, too, and now that he saw their topless and naked photos, he knew that his mother and his aunts had enormous nipples, too. With them all so modestly moral, until he found their topless and naked photos in the trunk, he had never seen as much as his mother's and/or his aunts' bra straps. Now, as much as he wanted to touch, feel, and fondle his grandmother's breasts while fingering her erect nipples, he wanted to touch, feel, and fondle his mother's and his aunts' breasts while fingering their erect nipples.

He removed his grandmother's naked breasts, the impressions of her big nipples, and her nibbling on his prick from his mind. Instead, he concentrated more on what he wanted and needed to say to his mother. Taking a big step, once he said what he hoped he'd say to her, there was no taking it back. Their mother and son relationship would forever be changed and would never be the same, not that they had much of a mother and son relationship anyway.

Still, he could only imagine the shocked look on her face when he confronted her with all that he knew about her sexual past. He couldn't wait to tell her that he not only found her old trunk but also that he found the key to open it. He couldn't wait to see the look on her face when he told her that he knew that she worked as a stripper. He couldn't wait to tell her that he knew she had sex for money. He couldn't wait to call his mother a whore.

'Whore,' he imagined saying to his mother when she treated him like dirt.

He couldn't wait to tell her that he saw her, her sisters', and her mother's topless and naked photos. The final, big blow, he couldn't wait to tell he that he found all of their diaries and read them all, too. Something so despicable and dastardly evil, he couldn't wait to blackmail his mother for sex. He couldn't wait to have extorted sex with his mother. Something he never thought possible until he learned about her sordid, sexual past, he couldn't wait to have sex with his aunts and his grandmother, too.

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Ignoring him and practically abandoning him by shipping him off to private, boarding schools and relinquishing his care to nannies, he couldn't wait to confront his mother about her secret life. By exposing her literally and figuratively, embarrassing her by humiliating her was his way to receive a modicum of revenge for the deplorable way his mother had treated him. With her giving him years of emotional abuse, this was his way to treat her like the bitch that she was for her treating him like the bastard he is by her being impregnated by another man before marriage.

'Mom, I have something sweet for you to eat,' he imagined saying now that he knew his mother was a gifted cocksucker and her special talent was giving men blowjobs for money.

Daring himself to do so but resisting the sexual urge, he wondered what she'd do if he exposed his stiff prick to her and stroked himself in front of her. Would she look at his exposed prick with sexual arousal? Perhaps, tempted to move to her knees to stroke him before sucking him, would she stare while watching him masturbate himself? Or would she look away in disgust and anger? If he had to bet, he'd wager that he'd have holy Hell to pay for exposing his cock to his mother and would be looking for another place to live.

Yet, not rejecting the imagined image of exhibitionism, it would be his sexual fantasy if she stared at his exposed prick instead of looking away. It would be his sexual fantasy come true if she moved to her knees in front of him and took his erect prick in her hand and stroked him before taking his stiff cock in her mouth to suck him. In the way that his mother sucked so very men, he'd love for her to suck him, too. If she sucked all of them, why wouldn't she agree to suck him, too?

'Suck my cock, Mom. Suck your Sweetie. Blow me. I need to cum in your beautiful mouth, all over your pretty face, and all over your beautiful, silk blouse,' he wanted to say but didn't dare for fear of her asking him to leave her house.

In the way that his Aunt Victoria fucked so many men, he'd love for her to fuck him, too. In the way that his Aunt Isabella enjoyed being stripped naked and taken, he'd love to strip her naked and take her, too. In the way that his grandmother enjoyed playing the Dominatrix, he'd love to be his grandmother's sexual slave.

'Oh, Grandma, force me to obediently obey you. Strip me naked and spank my naked ass with your paddle. Then, blindfold me and tie me to your bed. Once you have me where you want me, sit on my face and force me to eat your pussy,' he thought while making himself horny with incestuous lust for his grandmother.

Not stopping with his grandmother and his aunts, he imagined his mother stroking him while sucking him. He imagined her staring up at him with her big, blue eyes with his cock in her mouth. He imagined his mother sexually teasing him by kissing his cock and licking his cock while stroking his prick and sucking his prick.

'Oh, Sweetie, you have such a big prick,' he imagined his mother saying. 'Cum, Sweetie. Cum. Cum in Mommy's mouth.'

In the way that he imagined his aunts and his grandmother blowing him, he imagined his mother stroking him while sucking him, too. He imagined cumming in her sexy mouth. Then, as soon as she removed his prick from her lips, he imagined giving his MILF of a mother a cum bath. He imagined cumming all over her pretty face, in long, lush, blonde hair, and across her blue, silk blouse. Not that it mattered to him but he wondered if semen stained silk.

As if he was a paying customer instead of her son, he gave her a long, hard look. He gave her his best hypnotic stare while hoping that he could make the impressions of her nipples magically appear in the way his grandmother's nipples always magically appeared. Not only would he love to see his mother's naked breasts but also, he'd love to suck her nipples, too. Now that he knew she was a blowjob queen; he'd love to fondle his mother's big tits while she stroked and sucked his erect dick.

Determined to embarrass and humiliate her, he wanted her to know that he knew her sexy, secret life. Even though she was his mother and he loved her and hated her at the same time, he wanted her to know that he knew about her checkered past. He wanted her to know that he no longer held her in the high regard that she held herself. If anything, knocking her off of her self-imposed, high pedestal, he now thought of her more as a whore than as a lady.

'Whore! You dirty whore! Once a slut, always a slut,' he thought. 'You can put lipstick on a pig and dress them in designer clothes but they're still a pig, nonetheless.'

As if she was sitting across from him naked, giving her his best perversely perverted leer, he wanted her to catch him undressing her with his eyes. Usually looking away whenever she caught him looking and/or staring, not looking away now, he leered at the impressions her big breasts made in her tailor-made blouse before staring down at her shapely legs. Now, he knew why his mother, his aunts, and his grandmother all had the shapely and sexy legs of dancers because, in another life, they were all dancers, exotic dancers.

Not sure how to ask her his questions while rephrasing them over and again in his mind, there was no way to ask his mother his sexually inappropriate questions without coming across as immorally crass. Yet, now that he knew what his mother once was and hopefully still is a whore, he was sure that she had heard much worse. Not wasting time beating around the bush, getting right to the point, he was determined to ask her the questions that he needed to ask and was most curious to know.

"Mom," he asked while giving her a soft, loving smile?

She looked up from what she was reading to give him her full attention. He wondered if she was going to grant his request. He figured she'd give him a hard time before he confessed the secret, sexual dirt that he had uncovered on her to tell her friends. Threatening to ruin her life, he hoped that once she realized that he was serious about broadcasting all that he knows, she'd give him whatever he wanted, and what he wanted was incestuous sex.

"Yes, Val. What is it, Sweetie?"

'Sweetie,' he thought?

He always hated it when she called him Sweetie instead calling him by his name. Actually, she did call him Val just now. Most times, she just called him Sweetie.

A pet name given to him as a child even though he was now an adult, it was embarrassing for his mother to continue to call him Sweetie especially when in a roomful of people. How would she like it if he called her whore or cocksucker? She wouldn't think him so sweet when he told her all that he knew about her salaciously, sinful past of her, her two, whore sisters, and even her whore mother.

'Surprise! Your secret is out, Mom. I know you were once an exhibitionist, a stripper, a talented cocksucker, and a VIP room whore,' he thought.

He thought carefully how to confront his mother to get what he wanted without upsetting her enough for her to retreat from him. Since this was still her house and he was now an adult, the last thing he wanted was her to ask him to leave her house. What he wanted instead was her sexual cooperation. As a sign of sexual cooperation, a little exhibitionism would go a long way in sexually appeasing him.

'So, Mom, tell me,' he thought while imagining saying what he was thinking to her. 'Other than for the money, why did you decide to become a stripper? Are you an exhibitionist? Did you masturbate after flashing yourself to unsuspecting men? Did it sexually arouse you to show a multitude of men your naked breasts, your naked pussy, and your naked ass?'

Depending on how she answered or didn't answer his questions, whether she answered his questions or not would set the stage as to how the rest of their conversation would go. He ran the questions through his mind again before asking them. As if rehearsing a script, he didn't want his mother to hate him any more than she already did. Instead, he wanted her to love him and make love to him.

'Tell me. I'm curious to know. Were you embarrassed or sexually aroused the first time you stripped yourself naked while dancing around a pole in front of a roomful of horny men,' he imagined asking her?

While wondering what she'd say or wouldn't say, he practiced his next question.

'Tell me, were you embarrassed or did you become sexually aroused when removing your clothes, or was it just a job,' he imagined asking her? Taking his sexually, inappropriate questions to an extreme, he imagined probing deeper with his crass questions. 'Were your nipples erect and your pussy wet when you were dancing around a pole while undressing?'

He wondered what she'd say in response to his sexually, inappropriate questions.

'Tell me, I'm so curious to know, what do they do in the VIP rooms at strip clubs? What did you, your sisters, and your mother do in the VIP rooms,' he imagined asking and personally probing deeper? 'While giving men private lap dances, did you allow them to touch you and feel you for money? Did you give men hand jobs and blowjobs in the VIP rooms? Did you have sex for money in the VIP rooms?'

Expecting a violent response or no response at all, he wondered what she'd say after he sexually interrogated her. He wondered what she'd do after he asked her such inappropriate, sexual questions. Would she finally come clean and tell the truth about her colorful past or would she continue to lie? Or after he revealed the truth about her past, would she ask him to leave her house?

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This was it. This was really it. He was going to let his mother know that he knew she was no lady. He was going to let his mother know that he knew she worked as a stripper and was a whore. He was going to let his mother know that he knew that sucking cock was her God given talent, her special, sexual skill, and that he knew that she loved sucking men's pricks for money. Now, every time he looked at his mother, he imagined her holding a naked prick in her hand or sucking one in her mouth.

'Whore,' he thought when looking at his mother now! 'Whore!'

Wishing he had a stiff drink before he sat to talk to his mother, he took a big breath for courage. He couldn't wait to see the look on her face when he asked her his sexually, inappropriate questions. Knowing she wouldn't answer his questions truthfully, he wondered how she'd skirt the issue. No doubt, she'd pretend that she didn't know what he was talking about. Yet, armed with everything from her secret trunk and her topless and naked photos to her detailed diary, he had plenty of supporting documentation and evidence of her sordid, sexual past to justify his questions.

'Having nothing to lose and everything to gain, here I go,' he thought.

His only downfall, he hoped that she didn't ask him to leave her house. Fearing that it may come to that, part of her divorce settlement, this was still her house and in her name. With him no longer a child but an adult, she could ask him to leave at any time. With her the selfish and self-centered, raving bitch that she is, confronting her could backfire. With her able to afford a staff of attorneys filing defamation of character and extortion lawsuits, and with him not yet having the money to defend himself, she could make his life a holy, living Hell.

Yet, deciding that hopefully having sex with his mother was well worth the risk of being asked to leave and/or being sued, he could always move in with his grandmother. His grandmother would not only take him in but also, no doubt, would allow him to sleep in her bed. If he couldn't blackmail his mother and/or his aunts, if he couldn't have sex with any of them, he'd settle for having sex with his grandmother. He took a big breath for courage before asking her all that he needed to know.

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"I'm curious to know, Mom," he said staring at her crossed legs before looking up at her blouse and bra clad breasts. Starting out small, as if he was having a normal conversation with his mother, he asked his first, sexually inappropriate question as if he didn't have ulterior motives and wasn't even thinking of having sex with her. "What color and type of panties and bra are you wearing, Mom," he asked while giving her his best, innocent smile?

As if he had slapped her across her face or thrown a glass of water all over her beautiful, silk blouse, she looked at him stunned and speechless. As if he had torn open her blouse and groped her bra clad breasts, as if he had lifted her skirt and felt her panty clad ass and fingered her pussy, she looked at him as if he had sexually assaulted her. Seemingly not knowing how to respond to his sexual question regarding the type and color of her underwear, immediately, as if she was insulted and, obviously, she was, she copped an attitude.

Only, now that he saw her topless and naked pictures, and read her personal and very private diary, he knew her for the whore that she was and not the lady that she pretended to be. Now that he saw the topless and naked photos of his aunts and his grandmother, he knew that they all were strippers, exhibitionists, and VIP room whores. Unless she was forced to strip by given drugs and/or for drugs, other than being desperate for money, no normal, modestly, moral woman would become a stripper and a prostitute.

Never knowing much about his mother before, now that he knew so much more about her sexual past and her character, he knew her so much better. He not only knew her for the exhibitionist she was but also for the whore that she had become. Yet, a tough nut to crack, he knew it would be hard to have his wicked, sexual way with his mother. No doubt, in the way that he wanted to have incestuous sex with her, clearly, she didn't want to have forbidden sex with him.

Besides, with her already having been there and done all of that with so many different men, what was her motivation for her to have sex with him? His ace in the hole was his father's reputation. If she wanted to continue living in this house and continue living her lavish lifestyle, she'd capitulate and give him what he sexually wanted and what he wanted was to have illicit sex with his mother's naked body.

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"I beg your pardon," she said as if she was a socialite or a royal and he asked to see her tits?

With him finally having the upper hand, he smiled before repeating his question.

"What color panties and bra are you wearing? I'm curious to know," he said while helping her along with his next, sexual question. "Which type of panties are you wearing, bikini panties, thongs, hipsters, French cut panties, Brazilian briefs, or a G-string?" Not stopping there, he continued his verbal, sexual assault of his mother. "What type bra are you wearing, push up bra, padded bra, T-shirt bra, convertible bra, strapless bra, or shelf bra?"

With her eyes already bulging out of her head and her mouth hanging open in shocked surprise, she looked at him as he had been drinking. Yet, with the questions more for him than they obviously weren't for her, just asking his mother about the color and type of bra and panties she was wearing gave him an erection. Now that he knew she was a talented cocksucker made him want to walk to her, unzip himself, pull his prick from his pants, and forced his erect cock in her mouth.

He imagined reaching behind her head and pulling her hair hard enough for her to open her mouth to scream. If she refused to open her mouth and take his stiff prick inside, he imagined pinching her nostrils together until she opened her mouth to breath. Then, filling his mother's mouth with his erect prick, he imagined holding a heavy hand to the back of her blonde, pretty head. He imagined humping her mouth and fucking her face until he exploded a load of cum in her mouth, his mother's mouth, and she swallowed his cum.

"How dare you ask me such sexual questions about my lingerie," she asked in anger? "What's wrong with you, Val, to suddenly be so offensively disrespectful?" She looked hard at him in the way he had been looking hard at her. "Have you been drinking? Are you on drugs?"

Then, taking control of her temper, obviously, surprising even herself, he had pushed her stripper buttons. With his money on his mother, he wondered who would win in a stripper catfight between her and her two sisters. He'd love to watch his mother and his aunts fighting while ripping off their clothes and stripping themselves naked. He wanted to apologize for asking his mother such sexually inappropriate questions but, not sorry for his disrespect, he didn't apologize. Instead, he watched her fuming while self-imploding.

"You shouldn't ask a lady what color and type of panties and bra she's wearing," she said as if he had slapped her. "And you should never ask your mother about her undergarments," she said with a phony smile. "You've not only embarrassed me but also as if you're undressing me with your eyes, you're making me feel uncomfortable by your continued, sexual leer."

'Lady my ass,' he thought while smiling at her again. 'Uncomfortable?' You haven't heard nothing yet, Mother. 'Whore! Slut! Cocksucker!'

He gave her an apologetic smile.

"Sorry, Mom, I wasn't thinking," he said with a grin before sexually insulting her again.

She waved her hand as if all that he said was no big deal.

"It's okay," she said. "You didn't mean anything by it."

Obviously, with her thinking that he was finished sexually offending her, he was just beginning to shock his mother by slowly revealing her sexual past. He leered at her again as if she was sitting across from him naked. He leered at her again while imagining having sex with his mother.

"Perhaps, you're embarrassed to tell me the color and type of panties that you're wearing because you're not wearing panties," he said staring at her legs. "Is that it, Mom, you're not wearing panties? Are you sitting across from me with your naked pussy? Yet, by how high your breasts are, you appear to be wearing a very supportive bra," he said while staring at his mother's blouse and bra clad breasts.

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With her able to turn it on and off, he wondered what she was like around her paying customers. He wondered what she was like in bed. He wondered what she looked like and sounded like when having a sexual orgasm. Then, as if she was rethinking what he had just asked about her not wearing panties, sitting across from him with her naked pussy, and wearing a very supportive brassiere, in an instant, she became angry again.

"Oh, my God! Val! What's wrong with you? Why would you dare ask me, your mother, such rude and vulgar, sexually charged questions? Placing you in the best, private schools, I brought you up better than that. I can't believe you turned out to be such a perverted, sexual pig," she said. "How dare you ask me such perversely perverted, personal questions about my undergarments?"

'Brought me up? Perverted, sexual pig he thought? There's only one perverted, sexual pig in this room and it's not me, Mother,' he so wanted to say but not wanting her to leave the room in disgust or ask him to leave her house, he didn't. Instead, he remained quiet while thinking of what he was going to say to her next.

Giving credit to his nannies and to his teachers, she didn't bring him up, he brought myself up. Shuttled from private, boarding schools and to prep school before going away to college, he only saw his mother briefly on holidays. With her jet setting here, there, and everywhere, always so busy traveling and inaccessible even when she was home, he hardly knew her. Attending this function or this party, she was always too busy for him.

With them all strangers to him, he saw his aunts and his grandmother even less. Yet, he liked his grandmother a lot. He loved her more than he loved his mother and/or his aunts. Much like his aunts, his mother was a selfish, raving bitch. His grandmother was kind, loving, fun, and sexy. Instead of living with his mother, if his mother asked him to leave her house, he'd live with his grandmother if he could, and if she'd have him. If not, he'd move in with a friend.

Resetting himself while rethinking what he was going to say next, he took a breath and relaxed. Not giving her control of the conversation, she wasn't going to upset him in the way that he hoped to and had already upset her. Now that he was home for good, with him gone and out of her way all day, she wanted him to work for his father. Yet, he needed a break before he started working for the next forty-years of his privileged life. As if he was the cat who ate the canary, he smiled at her again.

"Why would I ask you such rude and vulgar, sexually charged questions?"

He laughed. Because you're a whore, he wanted to say. Yet, not wanting to unduly antagonize his mother, he didn't say that either. Instead, he needed her cooperation in her giving him what he wanted and what he wanted from her was sex, incestuous sex.

"Yes, why? Why all of a sudden are you acting like this. I'm curious to know," she said.

He smiled at his mother while sexually staring at her. Giving her the eye, with her not wearing very much, skirt, blouse, bra, and panties, he continued to strip her naked. Now that he knew about their pasts, he'd love to play strip poker not only with his mother but also with his aunts and his grandmother. Even if he lost, he'd win.

"Because I've been going through your lingerie drawer, Mother," he confessed with an exasperatingly, long pause while making eye contact with her. "You have such beautiful and sexy underthings," he said ready to shock her further by his forthcoming, sexual confession.

Obviously not knowing how to respond to his rudeness, she looked at him with shocked confusion.

"Pardon? I'm sorry. What? You've been going through my lingerie drawer?"

Obviously, trying to calm her stripper temper, she took a breath and paused to look at him.

"Yes," he said. "It sexually excites me to touch and feel your panties and bra while imagining you wearing them," he said.

As if she was accustomed to hearing such sexual confessions, she looked at him without showing any emotion.

"Well, thank you for complimenting me on my lingerie, I think, but why have you been invading my privacy by going through my things," she asked? She stared at him while waiting for him to reply. Then, when he didn't reply, she continued. "Where are you going with this, Valentino?"

When she called him Valentino instead of Sweetie or Val, he knew he was getting to her. She only called him Valentino when she was angry. Obviously, he was no longer her Sweetie. Perhaps, surmising what was coming next, instead of sexually arousing her, he had upset his mother.

He pushed the ottoman away with his foot and leaned forward in his chair as if he was about to hand her a hundred-dollar-bill for a lap dance. Yet, knowing the caviar and champagne taste of his mother, she'd probably charge a thousand-dollars for a lap dance. If he wasn't her son but some John, he wondered what she'd charge him for sex. Even the cost of a good stripper and a decent whore goes up with inflation.

"Sometimes, when I'm horny and I know you'll be out late, I go through your lingerie drawer," he said while fingering the head of his cock through his pants in front of her. "I take a different set of your bra and panties to bed with me. I masturbate over them while imagining you wearing them and modeling them for me. I masturbate myself while imagining you naked and having sex with me," he said. "I ejaculate in a tissue while imagining ejaculating cum in your mouth and/or in your pussy."

As if he had tasered her, she looked at him in stunned silence by all that he confessed. She looked at him as if she didn't even know him and had no idea who he was. She looked at him as if he was insane. She looked at him as if he had suddenly lost all of his senses. She looked at him in the way that his mother had never looked at him before. Yet, what did she expect? Two of a kind, like mother, like son, they were both perversely, perverted, sexual animals.

Now, instead of looking at him as her Sweetie, she looked at him as if he was a deranged, sexually perverted man instead of her loving son. Surely, with her once a stripper and a prostitute, she had heard much worse than her son asking what color and style panties and bra she was wearing. Surely, she was used to men, even if that man was her son, trying to put the sexual moves on her. Surely, she was used to men, even if that man was her son, sexually lusting over her and masturbating over her.

"Well, I'm glad you told me of your sexual attraction to my lingerie," she said calmly albeit with a nervous, little laugh. "I'm glad that we can discuss personal and otherwise private, sexual things openly and honestly. At your age, it's normal for a 22-year-old man to masturbate over women, even if that woman is his mother. I understand that," she said with a warm and understanding smile. "Yet, you need to find a girlfriend, Val. You need to have an outlet for your horniness and sexual frustration. You shouldn't be looking to your mother for sex."

He rolled my eyes and sighed while shrugging his shoulders.

"I've had plenty of girlfriends, Mom. Only, when they see the car that I drive and the address where I live, all they see are dollar signs. They don't see me. They only see money," he said. "It's hard to find a nice girl, a sincere woman, who likes me for myself and who's not a gold digger.

No doubt, with her having been a gold digger with his father, and her sisters' gold diggers with their husbands, seemingly, with them all trophy wives and with their men for the money, they were all gold diggers. Immediately agreeing with him, she nodded her blonde, pretty head as if she understood exactly what he was saying. Now, he knew that sex, specifically blowjobs, was how his mother trapped his father, how his aunts trapped their husbands, and how his grandmother trapped his deceased grandfather.

Sex and money, other than power and influence, seemingly everything was about sex and money. A fair exchange, women have their beautiful bodies and are willing to surrender them, if men are willing to pay for the sexual pleasure, one way or another. Alas, in the way of fading beauty, relationships only built on sex and/or money never last. Once their sexual attraction is given to someone younger, prettier, and sexier, the men are gone along with their money.

"What about your friends? Maybe you should go out with them more. You stay home too much," she said. "You'll never find someone by hiding in the house and ensconced alone in our room."

He shrugged.

"All my friends want to do is to drink and get drunk or take drugs and get high," he said. "All they want to do is to go clubbing, drink champagne, have sex with a different woman every night. That's not me. I'm looking for one, special woman," or four special women, he wanted to say but didn't say what he was thinking while continuing to sexually leer at his mother.

With her working in a strip club and seeing the worst of men, again, she nodded her head as if she understood his dilemma. With most men unimaginative, perversely perverted pigs, no doubt, and with them all wanting the same things, she had heard every line in the book numerous times. No doubt, comparing notes, between her sisters and her mother, they were four, very experienced and savvy whores.

"Tell me. Maybe I can help. What interests do you have? Perhaps, you should explore what's important to you. Maybe, you need a hobby. Maybe, you should take out the boat or take a long vacation in the Caribbean before working for your father. Tell me what excites you," she asked seemingly unaware that she was asking him such a loaded question?

Val gave his mother his best, shit eating grin.

"What excites me?" He laughed.

Accustomed to her lack of empathy, it took him to confess his sexual attraction to her and to her sexy lingerie for her to show any interest in him. Finally, she gave him her interest. Finally, she asked him a question. Finally, she wanted to know what excites him.

"I'll tell you what excites me, Mother," he said pausing to leer at her while undressing her with his eyes again. "Incestuous sex excites me, Mom," he said. "If it was up to me, I'd have sex with you, with Aunt Victoria, with Aunt Isabella, and even with Grandma Mary," he said. "I'd strip you all naked and after I gave you all sexual orgasms with my fingers, my mouth, and my cock, I'd have you all blow me. I'd cum in all of your mouths. Then, I'd make love to all of you before fucking you all."