Incest/Taboo In Mom's Footsteps

Destiny felt so soft and exciting and there wasn't any of that awkward fumbling that seemed to happen when Vicki kissed a guy for the first time. It seemed that she and Destiny immediately fell into a perfect union as they kissed and excitedly fondled each other.

Before long they were both naked and Vicki sucked another woman's tit for the first time. The softness of it excited her and the whole act made her feel very nasty and horny. Soon Vicki was sitting on the couch where the men usually watched her dance as Destiny sucked her pussy. Destiny must have been experienced at this as she drove Vicki out of her mind with lust.

She tried to restrain herself but Vicki's orgasm was so powerful that she cried out loudly. She was sure the bouncer would come in to check on them. Fortunately, the occasional muffled cry of pleasure was not uncommon from the row of small rooms and nobody disturbed them.

They traded places and Vicki savored the smell and taste of Destiny's wet pussy. She was surprised at how comfortable it felt to lick her and how she seemed to know what to do. The way Destiny's pussy spasmed and her body trembled as she orgasmed left Vicki so excited that she hoped for another fuck.

To her disappointment Destiny whispered, "I need to go."

They shared one more kiss before Vicki whispered, "Thanks."

"Anytime," Destiny answered before she left Vicki standing naked in the small room.

Destiny was true to her word and she and Vicki became regular lovers. Usually they ducked into one of the rooms at work and fucked at the end of their shift to release their pent up excitement. Vicki was very satisfied by these encounters and found her appetite for pussy grew and grew. Her desire for a hard cock didn't wane at all, but now it was joined by an equal thirst for pussy.

Before long Vicki fucked several of the other women from the club. She appreciated the differences and unique erotic qualities of the young women, the women her own age, and the women much older than her. It turned out that virtually all the women at the club either considered themselves lesbians or bi-sexual. With them all sharing the feeling of heightened lust after pleasuring guys endlessly at work, most of them were eager to release their desires with one of their co-workers.

As she explored her new desire for other women, Vicki decided to call some of the women she used to dance with at other clubs. In particular, there were a few of the younger, sexier dancers that had, at various points, told Vicki they were bi-sexual and had indicated they were interested in her. As she grew more comfortable being with women she began thinking about these hot, young women and decided to give one of them a call.

Their first date went very well and they ended the night fucking wildly at the younger woman's apartment. After that Vicki began to periodically go out with some of the dancers from her previous clubs. Vicki always grew very horny by the excited looks she got when she arrived at a club and then left holding hands with one of the dancers as a bouncer escorted them out. She could practically feel the guy's lust and excitement as she and the other woman left together.

During this time Vicki felt her life was definitely on the right track. She and Sara were close and Sara was turning out to be a great kid. Vicki never wanted her career to be an issue between her and Sara and so she made the decision very early to be very candid with Sara about what she did. Whenever Sara asked, Vicki described her job in as much detail as she felt appropriate.

Tragedy struck when Vicki's parents were killed in a car accident when Sara was 15. It was definitely a tough time for them but in the end it seemed to pull Vicki and Sara even closer. Her parents left her all the money they had and Vicki had managed to make some good investments, so she felt comfortable that she and Sara would be OK.

Eventually she started working less and less at the club. By now her client list was full of regulars and she was able to work only a couple of nights a week and still make good money.

As Sara grew older she asked more and more questions about Vicki's job. Eventually, when Sara was 16, she asked enough questions that Vicki described nearly all that she did at work. She left out the parts about jerking off, sucking off, or actually fucking her clients, but she did tell Sara about how she danced for men privately.

Sara seemed to deal well with her mom's unusual occupation. Vicki's theory of openness about her career seemed to work as Sara accepted what her mom did without attaching stigmas or judgments to it.

It was not long after this that Vicki and her aunt decided it was time to tell Jon the truth. Jon was just about to turn 19 and took the news about as well as could be expected. Vicki told him about her past drug use and about how she had cleaned up and stayed clean for nearly 18 years.

She told him all about his half sister and about how, if he was OK with it, she wanted to have some role in his life. The only thing she didn't tell him about was her current job or her past as a stripper. She didn't know why since she felt exactly the opposite with Sara, but somehow she didn't feel right telling Jon about this. She supposed she had seen enough 18-year-old boys when she had been dancing that she knew how he would react to the idea that his mom did that for a living.

Slowly, Vicki and Jon began to build a relationship. It was one of being acquaintances at first and then slowly grew into friendship. Eventually, Vicki could feel a real mother-son bond forming between them and was very happy when Sara and Jon started acting like a brother and sister.

Vicki was initially shocked when, as they ate dinner one night, Sara asked her many questions about her job stripping. Sara's questions all revolved around Vicki's time dancing at the club and not what she was doing now. Vicki answered several questions and finally said, "Not to be nosy Sara, but why all the questions?"

Vicki nearly fell out of her chair when Sara casually answered, "I was thinking I might try stripping."

"What? Why?" Vicki responded in surprise. It was true that stripping had helped to turn her life around, but she knew that she was a one in a million story. She had seen many younger girls start stripping for the money and quickly get pulled into the drugs, sexual decadence, and over the top lifestyle that always led down a dead end path.

Sara was now 18 so she could legally work at a few of the clubs in town. Vicki was 38 and still worked one or two nights a week at the club. She was older than most of the other women but she still looked about 30 and had a group of loyal customers who paid very well for an experienced performer.

With a couple of her better looking clients the private shows were now little more than wild fucks. There was hardly any dancing or teasing with these two and they would lustfully start to strip each other and fuck wildly as soon as they were alone in the room.

"Don't freak out, mom," Sara answered calmly. "We both know that we're short on money for me to go to college. I don't want to get a pile of loans, so I was thinking I could dance part time to pay my way through school."

They lived only a few miles from a small college and Vicki had seen many girls start dancing under this same line of logic only to drop out of school and have their lives messed up. Vicki wished again she could afford to send Sara to any school she wanted and not worry about money but she knew that wasn't possible. They had enough to help pay for Sara's tuition, but they needed to find some other source of money.

Vicki cautioned Sara with the potential perils of stripping but Sara kept saying that she had given this a lot of thought. "Besides," she added, "I've always got you to advise me and keep me in line. You've been through it so you know how to make the right choices."

Vicki didn't like the idea but she knew there wasn't much chance of stopping Sara. Sara was always very strong willed and Vicki suspected that her mind was made up. At this point Vicki's choice was to try and help her and keep her from making poor choices or to risk pissing her off and having Sara decide to do this without her help.

Eventually, Vicki made some calls to a club she knew had a good reputation for paying well and being safe. Through her years in the business she knew lots of people and pulled some strings to get Sara an audition. She balked at first when the club owner asked her how she knew Sara, but Vicki eventually confessed that Sara was her daughter. "Hot!" the owner replied excitedly. "Well, if she is half the dancer you are this will work out just fine."

The audition was set up for a few days later and when she got home that night Vicki told Sara the news. Sara was excited but grew quiet soon afterward. "What's wrong?" Vicki asked. "Do you want me to cancel the audition?" Vicki secretly hoped Sara had grown cold feet.

Sara said she still wanted to do this but then paused as she struggled for the right words. Finally she said, "Well, mom, I guess it's just that I've never stripped or done anything like this before."

Vicki told Sara about her first time and gave her some tips for how to get through it. She gave Sara some other advice on how to practice for the audition, but the whole time she couldn't believe what she was doing. "Holy fuck," Vicki thought to herself, "am I really teaching my daughter how to strip?"

For the next day or so Vicki could hear Sara practicing in her room. Deep down Vicki knew that nothing she could do in her room could really prepare her for getting on stage and dancing for strange men, but the practice seemed to be helping her so Vicki tried to be supportive.

One night over dinner Sara surprised Vicki when she said, "Mom, I just don't know if I'm getting the hang of stripping." Vicki said she was sure Sara would be fine and tried to give her some advice.

Sara listened patiently but then said, "I just don't know. It all sounds OK but it just doesn't feel right. I don't know...um...I guess I was thinking..." Clearly Sara had something she wanted to say but couldn't put into words.

Vicki took her hand and comforted her by saying, "What is it? You know you can say anything."

Sara took a deep breath as if to steady herself and then quietly said, "Well, I guess I feel like I might do better if I could see someone else dancing. I've never seen a real stripper before so I don't know how they do things."

Vicki was silent for a moment and then offered, "Well, I guess we could go to a club together and you could watch."

"Yeah, but," Sara started slowly. It was clear to Vicki that Sara had something else on her mind. "I guess I was wondering if you could show me how you do it."

For some reason Vicki didn't quite know what to say. The idea of stripping for her daughter wasn't something she ever considered. "Come on, mom," Sara said, "please. Besides, you've always told me that stripping in itself is nothing to be ashamed of, so what's the big deal?"

Against her better judgment Vicki agreed. "Could we do it now?" Sara asked.

"After dinner," Vicki replied. They chatted for the rest of dinner and Sara seemed to be completely fine. Vicki, however, couldn't shake the feeling that she was about to do something wrong. She didn't know why, but she had a knot in her stomach that wouldn't go away.

After dinner Vicki started getting ready for her "demonstration". She decided the best place would be the living room and told Sara to sit on the couch. Vicki found appropriate music from their CD collection and cued up a good series of songs. She took a moment to compose herself and then hit the play button.

Just as she started to dance Sara said, "Um, wait. Sorry, but I was hoping that you could do it just like you did in the club. I mean, well, starting with the outfit you would wear."

It was cute how nervous Sara was and Vicki laughed as she looked down at herself wearing a pair of sweats and a T-shirt. Not exactly what she usually wore to strip. She agreed and went into the bedroom to change.

While she was changing she again had the feeling that she shouldn't be doing this. She tried to push that idea aside as she found some clothes that would work. She hadn't worn the dress in a while but it still fit her nicely. It was a loose dress that dipped low between her tits and displayed much of her cleavage. As when she had worn the dress stripping she left off her bra and slipped on a thong underneath. The dress stopped about mid-thigh and she had always liked the way the dress hugged her body. She also enjoyed that she could either lift the dress up and over her head or push it down off her shoulders depending on her mood.

She took one last breath to steady her nerves and told Sara to hit play and then sit back down. "This will be like making the entrance from the dressing room," she added.

She waited until the first few seconds of the song played and then made her entrance. The songs she had picked were ones she had loved to strip to, and it seemed her body easily fell into the rhythm of the music once she started to dance.

Moving around her living room felt awkward at first but she did her best to dance and act for Sara like she would for her customers. As she danced she never looked directly at Sara because she was sure that it would feel too weird and she would have to stop.

She showed Sara many of her favorite moves and teased her over and over by lifting her skirt or leaning over and pressing her tits together with her arms or hands to amplify her cleavage. Vicki didn't say anything but tried to demonstrate all the things she had told Sara to try.

Vicki slowly started to lift the dress about halfway through the second song. As she pulled it up and over her tits she turned her back to Sara to further the teasing before showing what every customer wanted to see, her naked tits. Vicki tossed her dress aside and danced with her back to Sara for a while longer before turning around. When she turned she put her hands over her tits and slowly and seductively played with her tits before she actually exposed them to her customer.

By this point Vicki's nerves were gone and she had fallen back into the familiar movements from all her years on the stage. To her surprise she also felt herself getting excited just as she usually did when she stripped at the club.

Before she was excited by the stares and comments from the men who watched her, but now she was excited by the memories of those same stares. As she toyed with her tits she remembered the time she had one guy so excited by doing this that he literally started moaning in lust. She imagined he would sound exactly the same while fucking, as the low moan seemed to come from deep in his throat.

She had teased him unmercifully before finally exposing her tits and had grown incredibly excited that night thinking about how hard his cock must be for her. When she noticed that one of his hands was under the counter and near his crotch she realized that he could be playing with himself right then and felt her pussy getting wetter.

Vicki finally removed her hands and exposed her tits to Sara. She continued to dance and demonstrated how she played with her tits while she stripped. Truthfully, she wasn't so much demonstrating for Sara any longer as she was doing what felt natural and sexy after all her years of experience.

She pinched and rolled her stiffening nipples between her fingers and looked into Sara's face for the first time. She initially looked up by accident as she had gotten so involved in her dancing that she looked before she remembered she was trying not to.

What she saw made her jump slightly, made her stomach knot and, surprisingly, her pussy ache. Sara sat staring with that same wild, desperate, wanton look in her eyes that Vicki had seen reflected back at her from thousands of men. She had seen that look from a few women also, and it always seemed more exciting and wild when she had a woman that excited. Now, however, it was her own daughter staring at her wildly and she didn't know what to do.

She continued dancing and was very aware of how excited she was and of how wrong she felt to get so excited. She glanced back at Sara a few more times and each time saw that same lusty look in her eyes. They never made direct eye contact as Sara always stared excitedly at Vicki's tits or body.

By the time the last song ended Vicki could feel the heavy wetness of her own pussy. When the music stopped it was like Sara slowly came out of a trance. "Um, wow, thanks," she quietly said.

"I hope that will help," Vicki said trying to hide her excitement by sounding like a teacher with a pupil.

"Yeah, wow," Sara said again before growing silent for a few seconds.

"Everything OK?" Vicki asked as she realized she was still standing in front of her daughter wearing only her black thong that by now was soaked with her pussy juice.

Sara paused before answering but then said, "Damn, mom, you're hot!" She said it in a high school girl sort of way that seemed innocent and exciting at the same time.

Vicki laughed off the comment but deep down she grew very excited. She pulled her dress back on and made up an excuse about being tired and needing to go to bed. She said goodnight to Sara and quickly made her way to her bedroom.

After standing silently for a few minutes with her mind reeling about what just happened Vicki opened her favorite drawer and pulled out her smallest vibrator. It only took a few seconds of the thin head buzzing around her excited clit before Vicki burst into a wild orgasm. She had to bite her pillow to keep from calling out as her powerful orgasm rocked her body.

Afterwards she showered and then lay in bed for a long time trying to understand her emotions and reaction. She felt guilty as hell for being this excited and cursed herself for getting so worked up over her own daughter. Still, she couldn't deny that she had felt that familiar feeling of power and control that she loved from her days stripping.

Her heightened excitement was further fueled by the lust filled eyes of another woman watching her wildly. What she hadn't counted on was that her excitement seemed to be pushed to even greater levels knowing the eyes watching her belonged to her daughter. By the time she drifted off to sleep she still didn't know if she had done a good thing for Sara or demonstrated to herself that she was the worst mom in the world.

Vicki felt a little weird the next morning being around Sara but Sara seemed completely normal. Eventually things returned to normal around Sara and a few days later Sara went for her audition at the club. When Sara returned she said she felt really, really weird on stage but that she thought it went OK. The owner asked her to come back a few nights later when they were having an "amateur night". He said that if Sara got through that OK then he would give her a regular shift.

As much as Vicki didn't want Sara stripping she knew that they really did need the extra money for her college. Vicki decided she would start working more herself. They were doing OK with her only working a few nights a week, so she figured if she worked more and built her client base back up she might make enough to get Sara stopped before she really even started.

Vicki's bosses eagerly agreed to let her pick up more shifts at the club where she worked. It did increase their income but whenever Vicki suggested to Sara that Sara could choose to not dance at the club Sara dismissed her and said it would be fine.

Somewhat to Vicki's disappointment Sara was offered a job dancing at the club after her first night. After her first couple of shifts dancing Vicki asked Sara how it was going and offered advice. Not surprisingly, Sara seemed to be going through the same sort of emotions that Vicki had gone through when she had first started dancing. Sara confessed that it felt very strange and a little scary to be naked in front of strangers, but that it was also kind of fun. Vicki didn't push Sara for a better explanation, but she was pretty sure what Sara meant by "fun".

Vicki remembered vividly the "fun" feelings she had when she realized the raw sexuality and lust dancing created for her. The way the guys were totally helpless to do anything but stare wildly and throw more and more money at her as she was free to tease them any way she liked. She worried some about her daughter now being the object of such wild lust and of her daughter now experiencing all those intense sexual emotions, but Sara was an adult and given her career path Vicki clearly wasn't in any position to tell her to stop.

Vicki continued working her extra shifts and loved every minute of it. She eagerly went about her work giving hand jobs, blowjobs, or wildly fucking her customers in her private little room. Even when she fucked her customers it was rare for them to last long enough to give her any conclusion to the fuck. Usually they simply pounded their cocks inside her wildly until they filled her with cum and left. Vicki loved the fucking but was usually left wildly horny by the end of her shift.

To relieve her pent up lust she usually retreated home and made use of her array of sex toys. Destiny had long ago left the club, but there were still a few other women at the club who Vicki would try to connect with at the end of her shift to release their pent up lust. These lesbian encounters were always hot, wanton, and served as a great release valve for Vicki's lust.

Sometimes, she and Tony, one of the bouncers at her club, would sneak off for a fuck after work. Tony wasn't the best lover she'd had, by any means, but he was always willing to suck her pussy first until she came, and sometimes until she came a couple of times. Once she finished cumming she would either suck Tony's cock or they would fuck until Tony filled her with his cum.

One particular night after her shift ended Vicki was feeling good. She had let her last customer of the day finger her pussy until she came and she repaid the favor by fucking him wildly until he reached an intense orgasm. Because of this she didn't feel the need to rush right home and masturbate. Tony was off tonight or she probably would have tried for a quick fuck with him to finish the night off.

Instead she got in her car, said goodbye to the bouncer escorting her out, and drove off feeling like she should find something to do. She knew Sara wouldn't be home yet as tonight was the night that Sara worked the late shift at the strip club. Typically that was the shift reserved for the top dancers, as that is when the crowd was at its wildest and drunkest. The top dancers could usually coax great money out of the crowd during this time and Vicki had been a little surprised Sara had so quickly received a spot in this shift.

She had to drive near the club where Sara worked, the same club where she had stripped many years earlier, and as she drove by she looked at the parking lot. It was packed, as usual, and Vicki felt an odd mix of emotions knowing that all those horny guys were in there watching her daughter.

Almost before she realized it she turned down a side street and wound her way back toward the club. She parked the car across the street and looked at the glimmering lights of the club's sign. She wanted to go in and see what was going on, but she was afraid of actually seeing Sara in there. She finally got out of the car and convinced herself that she would stay in the back, out of Sara's sight, and that she would just go in to thank the club's boss for looking out for Sara. After all, she and the boss went back a long way.

Vicki paid the cover and quickly ducked to the back corner of the dark room and found a little table. Even with her quick entrance she was still very aware that several guys had spotted her and were staring lustfully at her. Single women were rare in clubs like this and never failed to peak the curiosity of the male customers.

The club was much like Vicki remembered. It seemed little had changed in the years since she'd worked there. The strongest thing Vicki sensed however, was that familiar feeling of testosterone and raw sexuality in the room. She still felt that at her work, but she worked more on a one-to-one level now and that didn't quite compare to the way a room felt after hundreds of horny men came and went throughout the night.

The club's boss spotted her and joined her at the table. They chatted for a while before Vicki thanked him for taking care of Sara. "Hell, don't thank me," he replied. "She's earned every shift she's had here. The customers can't get enough of her." He then gave Vicki a sly smile and added, "I think she takes after her mother, if you ask me." Almost immediately afterward a waitress grabbed him and Vicki heard something about a problem with the beer tap and he was gone.

The dancer on stage finished her last song and the DJ introduced the next dancer as "Sunny". After a short pause Sara slithered out of the dressing room and danced up on stage. She wore a skin tight, strapless dress that exposed some cleavage and barely covered her ass in addition to have a slit cut up one side that went all the way up to her hip.

Vicki simply stared as she glided across the stage. Part of her couldn't believe this was her own daughter. The person on stage now was so confident, so forceful, and so obviously in control of every man's attention in the room it was surprising. Sara performed a thoroughly wicked dance during the next four songs. She played with her tits and hard nipples. Sara pinched and pulled her nipples and shook her tits in the faces of the men around the stage causing them to hoop and holler and put out even more money.

Sara's set was over before Vicki realized it and "Sunny" left the stage. It was then that Vicki realized she had been sitting completely frozen since Sara first appeared. As the rest of the dancers went through their sets Vicki sat in shock waiting for Sara to return to the stage. Was that really her Sara up there? Sara moved with such a grace and sexuality and Vicki wondered if she ever looked that good dancing.

During Sara's next set Vicki watched closely. She had gotten over some of her shock now and watched Sara dance and tease the customers. Soon a very surprising thought ran through her mind, "Sara is hot." She remembered back to the night when she had danced for Sara and Sara had told her she was hot. A little thrill ran down her spine when she remembered how Sara's comment had made her feel.

A very strange and unexpected thing happened to Vicki as she watched Sara finish her second set. She realized she was becoming excited. Ever since her first experience with Destiny Vicki had been open to bisexual relationships and, at various times, had found herself becoming deeply excited watching some of her co-workers. She definitely preferred fucking men, but she had some deeply satisfying and intense sexual flings with other women.

It had been a long time, however, since she felt this type of strong desire for another woman. She could feel her pussy aching and her nipples tingling as she watched the next dancer move across the stage. This dancer was hot and she danced well, but Vicki's excitement waned a little. It was then that she realized she had become this excited because of her own daughter.

Shocked, she finished her drink and hurriedly left the club. Part of her really wanted to watch Sara dance again, but she was also afraid of how it would make her feel. She knew that she would again become very excited and she worried what that meant. She drove home chastising herself for being the worst mother ever.

At home she knew that Sara wouldn't be back for a while and it didn't take long for her excitement to draw her to the bedroom. She stripped naked and reached into her drawer of toys pulling out both a dildo and vibrator. She first worked the dildo back and forth in her pussy before she teased her clit with the buzzing tip of the vibrator. Soon she worked both toys at the same time and wriggled on the bed as she felt her orgasm building. Despite knowing it was wrong her mind flashed to visions of Sara stripping. Vicki's mind focused on how Sara had played with her tits and as she wondered what it would feel like to suck on Sara's hard nipples Vicki exploded into her orgasm.

After she came she showered and crawled in bed feeling guilty for having these thoughts. "I need to find a lover," she mused to herself before drifting off to sleep.
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