Incest/Taboo Our Family Vacation

I start to say something when my mouth is finally empty, but before I can something triggers in me and I have to run to the bathroom where I spend several minutes being sick.

After my insides finally settle down I hear a knock at the bathroom door and Mom asks, "Abby, baby, are you okay?"

Then Ty adding with a very worried sounding voice, "Abby I didn't hurt you did I?"

I take another few seconds to compose myself before stepping out of the bathroom, "I'm fine," then with a subtle grin, "it must have been something I ate."

They both laugh as Mom pulls me into a hug. When she finally lets me go she has a slightly worried look on her face, "Mom seriously I'm fine."

"Oh, it's not that. It's..." she looks at Ty, "...I don't think I'm so sure about letting you try fucking me now."

For a moment Ty gets a disappointed look on his face but quickly replaces it with that same smile of his, "I can't say I'm not a little disappointed... but trust me you aren't the first woman to look at The Beast and go running the other direction. Besides even if I don't fuck you, you two gave me something no other woman ever has."

"What's that?" Mom asks.

With that same smile, "Before a few minutes ago I think I could count the number of girls who managed to get me in their mouth on one hand and not a one of them got even close to taking much let alone the whole damn fucking thing. Abby girl you've got talent."

"Ummm... thank you," is the only thing I can think to say as I feel my face turn red.

"No, thank you," Ty chuckles, "Well then, should I get dressed and leave or... are you two still up for making me cum? Momma I would love to fuck those perfect tits of yours."

"I think we can manage that," Mom giggles before taking both our hands and leading the three of us back to the bed.

Mom climbs up first and lays on her back with her head hanging off the edge of the bed. She then has me climb between her legs so I'm laying across her belly with my face at her boob level. She then tells Ty to grab the massage oil and give it to me.

After I have the bottle Mom says, "Okay Abby get Mommy's tits nice and slippery for the nice man, and as he enjoys my tits feel free to use you hands on whatever doesn't fit."

Doing as I'm told I spend several minutes sliding my hands all over Mom's amazing breasts. I again lose myself in my fun because after some time I'm pulled from my tits induced trance when Mom loudly clears her throat.

"I think they're good and slippery now Abby," then adds with a hint of sarcasm, "I'm sure Ty would much rather fuck my tits than watch you play with them."

"Now don't stop on my account," Ty laughs.

Feeling slightly embarrassed I slide back a little so Ty can get at Mom, or more precisely her tits, so I'm laying over Mom with her still very wet pussy pressed against my belly and my elbows on either side of her lower ribs.

Ty doesn't need to be invited as he steps forward sliding The Beast between Mom's boobs. I have to admit the sight of that huge coal black cock sliding between Mom's white oil covered double Ds made my mouth water a little. At first Ty's movements are very slow and gentle but fairly quickly he is thrusting into Mom's chest with such speed and power I have a feeling he could easily destroy a woman's pussy even if he were more averagely hung, and I can't even imagine what it would feel like with The Beast pounding you like that.

The only sounds in the room for several minutes are Mom and Ty's moans and the sounds of flesh slapping together at a hard fast pace. The sound of slurping is added to the mix as Ty lets out a deep moan before saying, "Oh fuck yeah Momma suck on my big full nuts baby!"

So far I have only been watching as The Beast made Mom's tits bounce and jiggle around it, but I'm starting to feel left out. To resolve this problem I decide to get proactive. I slide forward slightly up Mom's body and lay down against her so that when the top several inches of The Beast slide out from between Mom's tits it would slide between mine.

"Shit girl that feels good! I don't think I've ever done a double titty fuck before and I've definitely never done one with a mother/daughter combo," Ty groans as he somehow manages to further increase the speed and power behind his thrusts.

As Ty continues to pound away at Mom's, and now my, tits I adjust myself slightly so that I can easily reach Mom's nipples with my mouth without twisting my neck in a weird way. I'm not sure how long the three of us are in this position; Ty fucking both our tits, me laying on Mom as I switch between sucking one of her rock hard nipples then the other, and Mom lying on her back enjoying what we're doing to her as she licks and sucks on Ty's big balls. Eventually Ty reaches a point where he just can't hold off only more, and just as he's about to blow his load.

"OHHHH FUUUUUCK!! I'm gonna cum! Get down on your knees! I wanna cover those pretty faces in my seed," Ty yells.

Before I can even make a move to climb off Mom Ty grabs me by the waist and picks me up and plops me on the floor on my knees next to him and the bed. As he is doing that Mom quickly rolls off the bed and lands next to me. As Ty's large hand strokes The Beast so fast it is nearly a blur Mom pulls me close to her so our faces and tits are pressed together.

"AAAAHHHH YYYEEEESSSS!!" Ty bellows as the first massive blast of cum rockets out of him and hits our faces where they are joined with an audible smack.

For what seems like an hour, though it's probably no more than a few seconds, Ty fires jet after jet after jet of thick, white cum all over Mom and me. Finally his blasts dwindle down to just weak little dribbles and he collapses back onto the edge of the bed.

"Oh fuck damn that felt good!"

As Ty moans his appreciations Mom says in what sounds like a combination of shock, wonder and pleasure, "Holy shit you came so fucking much!"

"I always do," Ty laughs as he lays back onto the bed.

"Abby can you believe this?" Mom asks as she turns to me wiping cum from both her eyes enough to see, like me she is covered in a thick creamy layer of white goo as it slowly drips down her face and tits. I can only see her out of my right eye since the left is glued shut by cum.

Ty did glaze us with a huge, and what I'm sure is well above the norm, cum load, but Jack's was just as big, if not bigger, load that first time we fooled around and that time I got it all to myself. I can't tell Mom that of course so I simply say, "It was definitely a lot."

"A lot!? Abby it would take a month's worth of your father's cum shots to equal this," Mom practically yells before breaking out in giggles as a large glob of cum drips off her nose, which makes me giggle a little too.

"Ladies, ladies," Ty says while sitting up on the edge of the bed again, "instead of fighting why don't you help clean each other up instead?"

Mom gets this huge smile on her face then lunges at me before dragging her tongue from my chin up to my forehead as she licks off Ty's cum. I laugh partly at Mom's reaction and patly because her tongue tickles as she continues to lick me clean. For at least five minutes Mom does her best to lick off every drop of cum on me. When she finishes she puts her hands on each of my cheeks then pulls me into a quick kiss before pushing me face first into her cum covered tits.

"Your turn to clean Mommy," she giggles.

I spend as much time, if not more, cleaning Mom as she took cleaning me. I must admit though Jack had just as big a load as Ty, Ty's cum is much thicker. In fact if it were much thicker I think I would have had to chew before swallowing. The feeling of licking up and swallowing such gummy cum definitely took a little getting used to.

As Mom and me finish making sure we have cleaned up every last drop of cum Ty's phone starts ringing from his pant's pocket. He gets off the bed and walks over to his pants; and it is more than a little obvious he was enjoying Mom's and my show as The Beast is clearly starting to wake back up.

"Hello? Yes. Really?" Ty looks over at the clock. "Well there were actually two who... Yes I know I should have called. Yes, of course. Yes, I'll be right there,"

After hanging up Ty grabs his clothes and starts hurriedly putting them on.

"Is everything okay Ty," Mom asks.

"Yes, but our in room massages are only meant to be an hour each and I've been here nearly three."

Mom and I both look over at the bedside clock and sure enough it is nearly four o'clock.

"Are you in trouble?" Mom asks, "Because I can call down and explain..."

Ty interrupts her, "I'm not really in any trouble. Sometimes clients ask for longer massage times. We're just supposed to call in and let the spa know. Really, sexy Momma don't worry about it," Ty laughs as he pulls Mom into a hug and slaps her ass. "So did you two enjoy yourselves?"

"Fuck yes!!" Mom answers immediately.

"And you Abby?"

"Yes, well mostly."

Ty gives me a concerned look, "Ummm... what didn't you like?"

"Well I never did get my massage," I pout before grinning.

"Oh right, in fact I think you gave me a massage instead," he chuckles, "and let me tell you I've never had a better one in my life and doubt I ever will. Abby you really have some mouth on you girl," he laughs before pulling me into a kiss.

"Aaahhh," Mom giggles as we break our kiss.

After finishing getting dressed and getting his massage supplies gathered up Ty leaves, but before he closes the door he turns to us and says, "Susan, Abby you two have most definitely given me the best day of work and maybe the best day of my life period. Thank you."

"No, thank you," Mom and I say together.

"Bye," Ty waves.

We both wave back until the door closes behind him.

"Well that was more fun than I imagined when I called for a massage," Mom giggles as she sits on the bed, "so what do you wanna do next?"

Feeling more than a little left out since I never got a massage or even got to cum; I look at Mom siting there looking so sexy and let an almost animal like growl as I jumped her.

"Holy shit!" Mom gasps as I tackle her to the bed, "Abby what has gotten into you?"

"Nothing and that's the problem," I almost yell, "you have had several orgasms today and I haven't had a one! So Mom what I wanna do is have you make up for this little fact," I do yell before shoving my tongue as far down her throat as I can,

When I finally break the kiss Mom pushes me off of her before standing up next to the bed, "Abby really! Just because I've had at least a dozen orgasms and you haven't had one you think you can treat your mother like this?!!"

I sit up and am only able to stammer, "I... uh... well... Mom I..."

Mom looks down at me with that look she only gets when she is really upset, "Abby you know what I should do to you?"

I start to try to answer but Mom stops me, "What I should do..." she pauses then gets a huge smile on her face, "... I should make sure you have at least a dozen orgasms of your own," she finishes before pushing me back on the bed and diving between my legs.

"Ooooohhhh Mommmmmyyyyy," I moan as she quickly brings me to number one.

"Mom... *gasp* you... *moan* gotta... oh fuck... stop," I say almost in tears from an overload of pleasure as Mom fingers and licks me to yet another orgasm over an hour later.

Mom looks up from between my legs, her face dripping with my juices, "But baby that was only number ten. I still owe you two more before I can stop."

"Oh fuck Mom," I half laugh, half cry, "I don't think I can take any more right now."

Mom gives me a long lick from just above my ass all the way up to my clit, making another deep moan escape my lips, before crawling back from me with a giggle, "Alright baby if you insist."

I'm not sure how long I lay there panting, and I may have even dozed for a bit. However long it is, which is at least several minutes, when I finally feel strong enough to sit up Mom has cleaned my juices off her face and she is sitting in the desk chair doing something on her phone.

When she notices I'm sitting up she smiles at me, "Does Mommy's little girl feel better after her nap?"

"Nap?"

"Yes," Mom laughs, "After we finished our... fun, you passed out for over an hour."

Not believing I was out that long I look over at the clock and it reads it is 6:42, "I... I didn't realize..."

Mom laughs, "Abby it's fine, you clearly needed it. And besides it gave me time to find what we can do next together."

"What's that?" I ask as Mom takes a sip of champaign and I notice a third bottle now in the room.

'Well... actually here you read it," Mom says as she hands me her phone.

I take her phone and look over what she has pulled up on the screen. It takes me a minute for my still sleepy brain to comprehend what I'm reading but when I do, "Mom you can't be serious?"

"Why not?"

I look back at the phone and read the details about it being amateur night at a local strip club, "You want us to go to a strip club and dance? Wait, I'm only 18 will they even let me in?"

"Yes I do want to go dance at a strip club. I think it would be fun. Besides I've always wondered what it would be like stripping for a room full of strangers ever since I found out one of my college... 'friends' told me she had done it. And as for your age, this club doesn't serve alcohol so it is open to anyone 18 and over. So you're good to go."

"And if I don't want to get naked for a room of strangers?"

"Then you can just sit and watch me. I've seen how much you like these," she swings her boobs back and force at me, "so I think you'll enjoy seeing me and who knows how many other women strip."

"I... uh...," I stammer.

"Abby just say yes you know you want to," Mom laughs.

Thinking about how much I enjoyed dancing for Danny and the thrill I get whenever there's a chance at getting caught I really do want to go but, despite everything we've already done, there's a part of me that feels weird about going with my mom. So, trying to sound like I do when agreeing to do something I really don't want to, I huff, "Fine we can go."

"Nice try baby... but parts of you are showing that you are just as excited to do this as I am," Mom giggles as she points to my very hard nipples and clit.

After what was supposed to be a quick shower together, that ends up lasting over an hour, Mom and I try to decide what to wear. I start to pull out the outfit I bought in Chicago for Danny but how the hell would I explain to Mom why I have it in the first place?

"Mom what are you planning on wearing?" She doesn't answer and when I look over at her she is standing there nude playing on her phone, "Mom?"

"Uh,... what?"

"I asked what are you planning on wearing?"

Mom gets that naughty grin on her face again, "I was just trying to figure that out."

I give her a confused look, "Are you planning on ordering it and waiting for the mailman to bring it here?"

"No, smart ass," Mom fake laughs, "I'm looking for a clothing store nearby that might have what we need."

"Oh."

"Ooooh, and I think I just found a place. Okay Abby just throw whatever on for now and we'll get club ready after shopping."

I grab a pair of jeans and a T-shirt and quickly slide them on, without anything on underneath. I figure Mom will just pull her sundress back on, but instead she starts digging through one of my bags. After going through three of my bags she finally finds something, "Oooh I like these."

"Mom don't you have clothes of your own?"

"Yes but not like these," Mom laughs when she shows me what she decided on.

"Mom are you serious?"

"Oh, yeah," she grins before squeezing into her choice.

I say squeeze into not because Mom is fat or even a little over weight for that matter, but as I have said before Mom is a much more curvy woman than me, especially up top. When Mom finishes getting dressed I don't know if I want to laugh at her or jump her again. Mom's new outfit is a pair of green yoga pants that thanks to her wider hips and bigger bubble butt are stretch to the point of nearly being see through and stretched over her large double D tits is one of my older tank tops that is tight on my large B/small C cup breasts, so on her tits are practically exploding out of it.

With a giggle I ask, "Mom can you even breathe?"

"Sure," she laughs, "as long as it's not too deeply."

The trip to the store is definitely an interesting one. From the moment we leave my room every single person we pass gives Mom a once over. The guys of course love Mom's outfit though more than a few get dirty looks or smacks in the arm from the women they are with for the pleasure. Mom has the concierge call us a cab and while we wait outside the main door Mom has a very long and close discussion with the bellhops, most of whom are around my to Danny's age.

When the cab arrives Mom gives the bellhops a big, sweet good bye before climbing in. Mom turns to me and with a big grin, "Well, they were sure a nice group of young men," before giving the cabby the address to the store she found on her phone and off we go.

I am actually surprised we made it to the store in one piece. More than once the cabby is so distracted watching Mom's tits bounce and jiggle in the rearview mirror that he nearly crashes. But make it to the store we do and get a surprise when we try to pay because the cabby tells Mom it is on the house and that he will stay right there until we are done shopping.

"Well thank you kind sir. For your generosity I think you deserve a reward," and as she finishes that sentence she leans down so she is even with the front passenger window and pulls the tight top over her tits. She gives them a big jiggle before pulling my shirt back over her.

As she turns and heads for the store Mom smiles at me, "Well that was fun."

We spend around twenty minutes browsing the store but neither of us finds an outfit we like, well I guess I should say a single outfit because we are both carrying arms full of clothes. After looking through another rack and finding yet more clothes she likes Mom finally says, "Okay I give up! There are just too many things I like to pick just one."

"So what do you suggest?"

Mom thinks for a moment or two then gets that grin again, "Instead of trying to find what we want to wear why don't we pick each other's outfit?"

Not really sure I'm up to seeing what Mom has in mind, especially since she is clearly still a little drunk from all the champaign she has consumed today, I simply shrug, "Ok,... but if I don't feel comfortable with your choice I can veto it, and I get to pick your outfit first."

"Sounds fair," Mom answers before taking what I'm holding and walking off to return what we had already grabbed.

I look around for a few minutes until I find a red corset which gives me a naughty idea. I quickly make my way around the store and sure enough they have everything I need for my idea. I find Mom sitting near the changing rooms, "Found your outfit, wanna try it on?"

"Oh, yes," Mom laughs.

Mom takes my choices out of my hands then proceeds to drag me into a changing room with her. She hangs up the items on some of the hooks provided but drops one when she misses the hook. Mom bends down to pick it up and in the process one of the seams to my shirt finally surrenders and with a loud tearing sound splits from top to bottom along her side.

"Oh shit, Abby I'm so sorry. Maybe I shouldn't have worn this after all."

I have trouble talking at first due to a fit of giggles, "Mom it's ok. I've had that shirt for years and the only time I ever really wear it is to bed or over my bikini top when I go swimming."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes Mom, really it's fine," I answer before bursting out with more giggles which makes her laugh too.

When her laughter stops Mom pulls off what is left of my shirt and yoga pants and starts putting on the outfit I picked out for her. Once she has it all in place I have to stop from smiling as I think about why I picked this outfit.

"So how do I look?"

I give her a once over before answering honestly, "Smoking hot."

Mom is standing in front of me wearing nearly the exact same outfit I wore for Danny when I did my strip show for him, with one exception, her outfit is red not black. She has on bright red six inch heels, red fishnet stockings held up by a red garter belt, she is wearing a red lace thong and under her red push up corset she has on a matching red lace bra.

"That's not quite everything though Mom."

"Oh, what else?"

I grin at her before leaving the dressing room and grabbing the last few items. In less than two minutes I'm back at Mom's side and handing her the rest of her outfit, "Here put these on."

Mom does as she's told and slides on the black knee length skirt and white long sleeve button up shirt. Mom looks at her reflection in one of the mirrors, "Abby, I look like I'm going to a business meeting, not a strip club."

"Hold your horses," I tell her as I come up behind her and put on the finishing touches. I pull her hair up into a tight bun and put a pair of glasses on her nose.

"I still look like I'm on my way to a meeting," Mom complains.

"Or," I grin, "you're about to watch over a group of naughty male students during detention."

Mom looks at her reflection again before getting that naughty smile of hers, "So I'm the hot teacher all the boys want to fuck? I like it!"

"Good, now put on the rags that used to be my clothes and go pick me out something hot too."

After Mom gets redressed in my old clothes she quickly disappears out the dressing room door. I put her new strip outfit back on the hooks before getting undressed so I can try on whatever Mom picks out for me. Before I'm even completely undressed Mom returns with an armful of clothes and that grin again.

"Your turn," Mom smiles as she starts handing me clothes.

I put on each item as she gives them to me. First is a bright purple pair of panties, they're not quite a thong but more than half of each ass cheek is exposed. Next comes a matching purple half cup bra that pushes my tits up making them look bigger than they are. Then comes a pair of three inch heels, also purple though not as bright a shade. Mom next hands me a red and blue plaid skirt. As I pull it on I realize what Mom's outfit for me will be.

"Really Mom, a school girl?"

She hands me the short sleeve white button up top, "Sure why not? After all if I'm going to be the sexy MILF teacher then you can be the sweet and sexy school girl. And who knows maybe we can take our turns together. Don't you think the guys watching would like to see a little teacher/student action?"

I admit at first the school girl idea seemed a little stupid but after thinking of the possibility of doing our dances together made me love the idea, "Mom that sounds really hot... us stripping together I mean."

"Good it's settled. Now change back so we can pay for all this. Oooh, and after getting dressed at the club maybe you should put your hair up in pigtails."

After paying for our new outfits we leave the store and find that tire to his word the cabby is still there waiting for us. As we climb into the cab we quickly realize he wasn't expecting us back just yet as he has his pants down around his knees as he jerks off.

"Oh shit I'm so sorry ma'am," he says as he quickly tries to get redressed.

"Oh don't be silly," Mom says then gets out of the cab. Not sure what she's doing I start to follow but she closes the door in my face, before climbing back in only this time up front with the driver, "It was wrong of me to flash you like I did and then leave you high and dry or should I say hard and dripping," Mom giggles, "Why don't I help you out before we get going?"

The cabby just looks at Mom in what looks like shock and confusion, "Uh,... what?'

As an answer Mom smiles at him before leaning over and pulling his hard cock back out from his pants and taking it into her mouth. He must have been jerking off the entire time we were in the store, or maybe Mom is just too much for him, because not even two minutes after Mom starts sucking him he lets at a series of deep groans as Mom swallows his cum.

Mom continues sucking and licking at his cock until he gently pulls her away, "Oh fuck ma'am I can't take any more."

Mom sits up and smiles at him, "Too bad, I would have liked a second helping."

As the driver takes a few moments to compose himself Mom moves back into the back seat with me. After zipping up his pants he clears his throat and nervously asks, "So... um... where to now?"

Mom gives him the address to the strip club and clearly he knows the place, "Wait, are you both strippers?"

Mom laughs, "No, not at all. My daughter and I are in town for a few days and I found out it is amateur night there tonight and we thought it might be fun to give it a go."

"Did you say," he looks quickly between us a few times, "daughter?"

"Yep," I smile, "my Mom brought me to Vegas and now after seeing her fool around with both our masseur and cab driver she's taking me to go strip for a room full of strangers."

The driver's eyes again dart between Mom and me, "Umm..."

"I know, aren't I just the coolest Mom?" Mom giggles.

"Sure," the drivers stammers before turning back to the front and pulling into traffic.

When we get to the club Mom offers to pay the driver but again he refuses and even jokes after everything she's done he should probably be paying her. As a thank you Mom pulls my shirt up before I can even move to stop her, not that I probably would have.

"Sorry I don't have as much to show you as Mom does," I say as I pull my shirt back down, "but if you want I'd be happy to help you out like Mom did earlier."

He licks his lips then swallows as if his mouth is suddenly too full to talk, "I would really like that, but to be completely honest I couldn't let you do that."

"Why?"

"You remind me too much of my granddaughter, and well that... it's just too confusing."

Mom climbs out of the cab and grabs our bags as I lean closer to him, "If your granddaughter is anything like me she might be willing to help you out too."

He groans, clearly liking the idea, "That would never happen."

"Only one way to find out," I smile at him before jumping out of the cab. I take my bags from Mom and we make our way inside. I take one last look over my shoulder to see if our friendly cabby is still there and sure enough as the doors to the club close behind us he is still watching us.

Once inside we quickly find where we are supposed to sign in for the amateur performances. As we are signing in Mom asks if there is any way that her and her friend, I guess she wasn't sure what reaction saying I was her daughter would get, could do our time slots back to back and together. The owner, manager, whatever he is gives us both a once over before giving us a wide grin showing off his gold front tooth and says he thinks he can make that happen. He then gives us directions to where we need to go to change and to listen for our names to be called.

Backstage we find ourselves surrounded by about two dozen or so women, most of whom look to be around my age or slightly older, standing around in different stages of undress and whatever crazy costume they came up with for their time on stage. As Mom and I set up our stuff at an empty changing area two women, the only two there that look to be older than late twenties, come up to Mom.

The first is probably around thirty-five to forty. She has short brown hair, she is fairly tall at about 5'10, what looks to be D cup breasts, long toned legs, and a tight round ass. She is currently dressed as a cowgirl with a tiny denim skirt, brown western boots, a plaid shirt tied up to show her toned stomach under a denim jacket and a black cowboy hat to finish the outfit.

The other woman is older than Mom and I would say is probably in her later sixties or even early seventies, though is still a very attractive woman. She has really long silver hair that reaches her calves and is currently in a long braid. She must have been a model, or should have been, because she is over six feet tall. She is in amazing shape and is well toned over every bit of her body. Based on the fact that her breasts are larger than Mom's and are higher and perkier than mine I'm pretty sure they have been altered at some point, but that doesn't hurt her looks at all. She is dressed in what I think is meant to be a Roman or Greek goddess. She is wearing sandals with the straps winding up over her knees, a toga with gold trim and cinched up with a gold belt and flowery crown interlaced with her hair.

"Oh thank god someone else is here who remembers the 80's," Cowgirl laughs as she reaches Mom.

"Sorry if we're disturbing you," Goddess smiles, "but we were afraid that we would be the only two here older than late twenties."

"I did feel like I'm surrounded by teenagers when I walked in," Mom laughs.

"I think most of these girls are hoping to get a regular job after tonight," Cowgirl laughs, "whereas us older gals are here just for fun."

"Yeah, I found an ad online about tonight and I thought it would be fun for me and Abby," Mom says as she points back at me.

"Oh, you two are together," Goddess says, "I hope we didn't offend you."

"Not at all," I laugh, "and if you don't mind me saying so I think you three are by far the hottest women here."

"Thank you," both women laugh.

"But you're a hot little thing yourself," Goddess tells me.

"Thank you, even if you are exaggerating," I laugh.

"She definitely isn't exaggerating, if I weren't married...," Cowgirl trails off with a giggle.

I feel my face blush as Goddess laughs and playfully slaps her on the arm, "Now don't embarrass the poor girl."

"Sorry," Cowgirl laughs, then asks me, "so how do you two know each other?"

Not sure how to answer I look to Mom, "Well..."

Mom interrupts me with a big grin, "Abby is my daughter."

"Really?" Both of them ask surprised.

"Yeah, we're on a family vacation, and my husband and sons are off doing their own thing and when I saw the ad I figured why not," Mom laughs.

Goddess turns to me, "I can only imagine how you reacted when your mom asked you to go to a strip club with her."

"It was a moment I'm not likely to forget," I agree with a laugh.

"I wish my daughter and I were that close. We barely even talk anymore. I can't imagine how she would react if I had asked her to join me tonight," Cowgirl says, then with a laugh adds, "of course Abby your dad isn't out in the audience either?"

"Not that I know of," I laugh.

"My husband it out there too," Goddess smiles.

"Maybe you should introduce them," Mom laughs.

"I doubt they would have much in common with the age gap," Goddess laughs.

"I'm sure that watching their sexy wives strip would be enough," Cowgirl jokes.

Goddess shakes her head, "I'm guessing your husband is about your age?"

"Yes," Cowgirl answers, "so what, I'm sure he'd be fine talking to an older man."

"Well...," Goddess grins, "that's the thing, he's actually my second husband and he's only twenty-two."
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