Incest/Taboo The Incest Nightclub

Chase

I leaned back in my office chair and cracked my knuckles. I felt a subtle pain in my lower back. I had been sitting for way too long, and it was time for a break. I pulled the curtains aside, letting natural light stream into my bedroom.

I lived in Orange County with my mother and older sister. I was currently studying software engineering, which kept me busy most of the day. Otherwise, I loved working out. As of late, I barely had any free time at all, and it was a miracle I still found time to go to the gym. I knew that the upcoming months would be rough since my family at the moment wasn't in the best financial situation. I was already doing side gigs to help out the family.

I opened the window to let in some fresh air. I looked at the beautiful view of rolling hills and valleys, and behind me were the sandy beaches that stretched for miles along the coastline. This house provided a stunning view and cost us a fortune, but I was fearful it would be taken away from us soon.

I tried not to think of our setbacks and looked down at our garden. My mouth opened when I spotted my mother in a tight, pink leotard, showing off her curves and fit body. She'd styled her hair in a neat bun at the nape of her neck, secured with hairpins. Her makeup was minimal. She had a natural rosy blush on her cheeks and natural pink lips that enhanced her smile. Standing five feet eleven, she was voluptuous with a nice bust and round bottom. She was only thirty-eight, but could easily be mistaken to be a decade younger. She was gorgeous. Painfully gorgeous. I felt bad admitting it, and I felt sick whenever I stared at her more than what was considered necessary.

She lifted her leg all the way to her head, exposing her butt cheeks and sacred region as she twirled around on her foot. I loved watching her dance and would sneak peek whenever I found the time and opportunity. I always kept telling myself to stop, but I couldn't. She was irresistible, and I was drawn to her like a baby hungry for milk. She did some other stretches, moving into poses I had only seen in my wildest sexual imagination. She did the forward bend, bending forward at her waist and reaching her toes with her hands. She flashed me her full moon and the delicious crack in the garment. She sat down, extending her legs into a wide straddle position. With a straight back, she leaned forward from the hips, reaching toward one foot and then the other.

I wasn't even touching myself, but I shivered with pleasure. I lost myself in her moves, dreaming that she peeled off her clothes and performed nude. I vividly imagined her in her natural state with no garments veiling her flesh. I wanted to plunge my head between her legs and taste her flower.

Slowly but surely, I pitched a tent to her, and I asked myself whether I should do something I hadn't done before.

"Knock, knock," Savannah, my older sister, said before stepping into my bedroom. She popped my taboo bubble.

I whirled around, looking like a deer caught in headlights. "What's the point of knocking if you just bust in?" I asked her with hints of annoyance. I quickly plopped down onto my chair, shifting to hide my bulge.

Dressed in a bathing suit and wearing the scent of the ocean, Savannah was a younger and slimmer version of my mother. She was two years older than me with bright blonde hair and high cheekbones that reddened like apples whenever she laughed. Her heart-shaped lips had triggered many taboo dreams as well. My latest sexual dream, which I desperately tried to forget, featured her sucking my rod till I woke up with cum splashed all over me.

She placed her hand on her hip. "Ugh, are you deaf? I shouted for you when I walked up the stairs."

My eyes swept over her. Having a sun-like complexion from being outdoors all the time, she looked the sexiest whenever she came home from surfing. Her red bathing suit had a deep V-neck that reached her belly button and exposed her cleavage. A light clue of her camel toe showed at the apex of the V-shape where her powerful thighs met her pussy.

I didn't answer her, and she strode to the window, bringing the briny scent of the sea with her. She placed her hands on the window sill and bent over. "Why are you perving on Mom?" she asked flirtatiously.

"Savannah, shut up."

"Easy there, little brother," she said, giving me a look. "Why are you mad?"

"Nothing," I said. It was far from the truth. She could joke a lot, but I wasn't in the mood. Our situation had gone downhill lately.

"Can I sit on your bed... I'm not wet."

I cocked my head to the right. "What?"

"My bathing suit and hair are dry," she said, blinking. "I won't make a dirty mess on your bed."

I shook the taboo thoughts out of my head. "Sure, sit."

"It's been a crazy month," she said, placing her elbow on her knee and propping up her chin with her hand. Her lustrous, blonde hair fell in front of her.

"Tell me about it," I said and looked at the wall instead. A couple of months ago our father was arrested for fraud. He was currently in jail, so we had to sort ourselves out. We had to sell off most of our assets, including our car to make ends meet. We were all devastated, especially Mom who'd never had a career.

My father was a fifty-year-old investor and lawyer. He'd met our mother when she was working as a waitress. They'd married shortly after and Dad had promised her that she would never have to work again. She could just enjoy life and take care of the children. Mom had fallen for his charm quickly, and Dad's promise had been kept till now.

The fraud was worse than we thought, and lie after lie had been discovered. He'd run a Ponzi scheme and fooled investors. Mom had demanded a divorce as soon as she'd found out. Despite all that drama, Mom was slowly recovering, but the financial insecurity was still our main problem.

"It's weird how everything can switch so suddenly," Savannah said. "It was all sunshine and roses till the world flipped upside down."

"We have to make the best out of the situation," I said.

"The mortgage of this house is no joke," she reminded me. "Rent is through the roof, so I'm not sure how I'm supposed to move out."

I was the only one of them who had a well-paid job at the moment, but it was just a side gig. I had debated whether I should drop out and focus on work, helping Mom out till she was in a better position. I knew she was looking for a job, but I wasn't sure if she'd found any yet. She certainly should be able to land something fancy when taking her looks into consideration. She could use her beauty, maybe as a model or so, but it would take time to be discovered.

"What about your friends?" I asked her. Savannah was a popular girl with her charm and beauty. Unlike myself, she'd been dating since she was sixteen.

"They are in the same boat," she said. "It's a jungle out there... What about yourself? Have you found a girl yet?"

"That's the farthest thing from my mind," I told her. "My plates are full... studies and work."

"You seriously haven't found a girl yet?" she asked, arching an eyebrow.

I was tall and physically fit, so I understood her reaction. "I said no."

"What happened to Ashley?"

"I broke up. She was too whiny."

"That was like half a year ago. What have you been doing all this time, masturbating?"

I gave her a look.

"I would have easily lined up for you."

I gave her another look.

"Chill, I'm joking," she said, flashing me one of her gorgeous smiles. "Mom said yesterday the bank would have taken our crib if it hadn't been for you."

"That's true," I said. Mom had refused my help at first, but I had talked her into it. I didn't tell her that I used my savings just to make her feel better.

"That's the reason I wanted to talk to you," she said. "I appreciate what you are doing... When Mom told me that I was like, Thank God for having you."

"You're welcome," I said, scratching my neck.

"Can I give you a hug?"

"Of course," I said, knowing it came from her heart.

I rose simultaneously with her, and she fell into my arms like a missing puzzle piece. I was five inches taller than her. It wasn't Savannah who was short but just me who was six-foot-four. Having grown up with a handsome father, I had inherited some of his genes. He'd also fed us well when we grew up, not stunting our growth.

I wrapped my arms around Savannah's back as she mashed her lovely tits against my chest. I stiffened. She'd never given me such an intimate hug before, holding onto me dearly. I didn't know where to place my hands at first. It felt like every spot on her back was a sexual landmine which her bathing suit did little to cover. Her warm, sweet breath descended my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. I heard the beat of her heart and her soft breathing. Suddenly, it felt as if time stood still.

She broke the hug, looking me in the eyes for a brief moment. "How do you find time to hit the gym?" she asked, tracing my shoulder and bicep.

"I sometimes ask myself the same," I said and questioned if she'd hugged me that intimately just to get near me.

Letting go of me completely, she said, "Mom wanted me to tell you that dinner's up in an hour."

"Alright. I'll finish some code and join you."

She strode out of my bedroom and my eyes were fixed on her bottom till she disappeared down the stairs.

"Chase!" Mom called from downstairs.

"I'm here!"

"Dinner's ready!"

I sighed in relief. I had finished the programming gig and would have time to finish my homework after I'd eaten. I jumped to my feet and headed downstairs.

I was greeted by the savory scent of pot roast. Wearing her hair in loose waves, Mom carried the dish to the terrace. "We'll sit outside," she said. She was wearing a flowery summer dress with a plunging V-neck and spaghetti straps. It showcased her perfect hourglass figure along with her round bottom and busty breasts. She was well-endowed in every way possible, and I shouldn't be so harsh on myself when finding her so sexually attractive. Even if I kept telling myself it was wrong.

Savannah was already seated, wearing a crop top and a skirt. She patted the seat next to her, and I settled down. Setting the pot roast onto the table, Mom leaned forward to the point her boobs were on the verge of falling out. I averted from the sight and caught Savannah grinning in my direction. Thankfully, Mom didn't notice.

"What have you been up to?" Mom asked me after we'd filled our plates with the meat and roasted veggies.

My temperature spiked every time I saw Mom's genuine smile and lovely, blue eyes. Savannah had inherited every ounce of Mom's beauty, from her high cheekbones to her velvety skin. "I finished up a gig."

"I see," Mom said. "I hope you weren't dealing with any annoying clients."

"I get those from time to time," I said.

"And you, Savannah?" Mom asked.

"Work and then hit the waves with my friends," she said, taking a bite from the juicy chuck roast.

"My children... I want more details."

"Well, there weren't many tips, but not many jerks either," Savannah said with a shrug. "It's kind of been a dull day."

"Even the waves?" Mom asked with a wink.

"Even the waves," she confirmed.

I found it hard to believe Mom could still smile despite everything that had taken place lately. "How was ballet?" I asked her, trying to be social as well.

"So, you were watching me?" Mom confronted me.

"Uhm, when I needed a break, I opened the window and happened to see you."

"Okay," Mom said suspiciously. "Ballet was lovely. Thanks for asking. I felt I needed a timeout, and I also want to enjoy my free time while it lasts."

"What do you mean?" I asked and lowered the fork back onto the plate.

"Well, I have some good news--I landed a job at a call center."

I exchanged glances with Savannah, and we said in unison, "Call center?"

Mom demurely lowered her gaze. "I know what you're thinking, but I have to accept it for now."

"You deserve way better," I said.

"Tell me about it," Savannah said. "I mean, wouldn't you make more as a waitress?"

"Not by much," Mom said. "It's just temporary. But I don't have many skills or a higher education for that matter. My options are limited."

I admired my mother for admitting that without being embarrassed, but I didn't agree. When it came to women, they could use their looks for a lot more than what men could.

We dug into the pot roast. For every forkful, the tender meat melted in my mouth. The mushrooms and root vegetables were golden brown and soaked the flavors of the meat. "You would certainly make more as a chef," I flattered her.

Her beautiful cheeks bloomed like two roses. "Thank you, it means the world to me. But I can't deal with stress. I'm allergic."

I turned my attention back to Mom's culinary arts. We finished the dinner, and Mom was sweet enough to bring us dessert. She'd bought cupcakes for us at the local bakery. Mom lifted hers to her mouth and swirled her tongue around the frosting. She took a bite and spilled some on her lips, licking them.

Since I had eaten so much of the pot roast, I couldn't finish mine. Savannah nudged me with her elbow. "Are you gonna finish that?"

I pushed it to her.

"Thank you," she said and devoured it. "Mom, I'll be out with my friends later."

"Enjoy your evening," Mom said.

After my sister went out with her friends, I retreated to my bedroom and took a breather. I started thinking again about dropping out. I had to make a decision sooner than later. I didn't like the fact I was busy every waking hour. I wasn't sure if my mother would like it, but I hoped she would understand.

"Chase," Mom called for me.

"Yeah?"

"Can you come down for a sec?"

"Sure," I said. I descended the stairs. She sat on the couch with her hands folded on her lap.

"Am I disturbing you?" Mom asked.

It was late in the evening, and I wasn't sure what she wanted. But it was good timing since I wanted to speak with her as well. "Not at all," I said. "I was just watching some gym videos."

"I want to talk to you for a bit while your sister is gone," she said and patted the cushion next to her.

"Sure," I said. I settled down on the sofa. I turned my attention to her, her blue eyes sparkling like the stars outside.

"I hope you aren't spending every waking hour just for our sake."

"Mom, we are in a tight spot, and I want to help," I said firmly. I knew where this conversation was going since I had a similar one earlier. "You did so much for me and Savannah when we grew up. I want to be there for you too."

"But you're young and I want you to have fun," she said. "Look at your sister. She's constantly out with her friends." She placed her hand on my thigh, her touch warming me.

"Mom... I don't consider being homeless to be fun."

She lowered her gaze, knowing I had a point. "I wish it didn't come to this..."

"None of us do, but we have to make the best out of the situation," I told her. "Listen, I have thought about this for a couple of weeks. I'll drop out for now and work instead. I'll help you out with the mortgage and debt."

"Chase... You've helped me enough," she said, her eyes welling up.

I took her hand. "I want to help you more," I said firmly.

"What about your studies?"

"It's not that important," I said. "I'm already making money, and I can always go back. Degrees aren't the most important thing when it comes to software engineering. Your skills matter more."

"I feel really bad for everything," she said, lowering her face in her hands.

I draped my arm over her shoulder. "Please, don't say that. It's not your fault." I comforted her, lending her my shoulder. I got out some tissue paper and handed it to her. It stung my heart whenever she was crying. I waited for her to recover, giving her the time she needed.

"Are you sure about this?" she asked me, sniveling.

"I am," I said firmly.

"It's so mature of you... It felt as if it were yesterday that I breastfed you. Now you've become so strong and wise. I'm so proud of you."

"You have all the right reasons to be," I said. "You raised me well. You're the best mother a son and daughter could have."

"I just wished there was something I could do for you," she said.

Looking at her soft hand, her velvety skin and her massive bust, I knew there was something. "You've done everything in the world for me," I told her.

"You sure?" she asked, and it made me unsure whether we were thinking of the same thing or not, making my cock thicken inch by inch.

"I am," I said.

"Can you at least let me give you a hug?" she said, sounding like her daughter.

I rose and fell into her warm, taboo arms. Her sweet breath descended down my neck as my hands caressed her smooth back. I had to shift a little, so she wouldn't feel my obvious bulge that was about to poke against her. She stroked my back in return, feeling my muscles and flesh. She sniveled lightly, and I embraced her for as long as she wanted to.

Breaking the hug, she smiled. "Thank you for everything."

"You're welcome."

Mom

Once I got home from my first day at work, I sighed in relief and was grateful to be back home. It hadn't been fun, but I didn't have much of a choice. Working at a call center was depressing. It wasn't the work itself but the people I had to put up with, explaining the same thing over and over again and dealing with rude people who didn't show basic courtesy.

My son was at the gym and my daughter had taken another shift in the evening. It was a perfect opportunity to discuss my situation with my sister, whom I'd invited over.

I couldn't stop thinking of my conversation with Chase. He would actually drop out for our sake. He was so dear to me, but he was an adult now and made his own decisions. It felt a bit embarrassing but at the same time not. Since I didn't have a man in my life any longer, I started looking at him more and more, in perhaps ways I shouldn't be looking at him. But I couldn't help it. After his growth spurt, he became even more attractive than his father, taller, stronger and more handsome. I found myself dreaming of him now and then, which happened more frequently as of late. I wondered if he was thinking the same. A part of me wished he did.

I heard my sister pull in, and I quickly rose to greet her. I took a quick look at myself in the mirror. I wore a perfectly fitting pencil dress with a deep V-neck. I had been dying to jump into something nice after having worn a uniform for an entire day.

I opened the door for her, and my sister's lips curved in a smile. Standing as tall as I, Stella was two years older. She ran a nightclub and was a bit of a workaholic. She was in good shape and had a toned belly and a compact ass. Her boobs were enhanced though and strained against every garment she wore.

"Finally, I can see you again," she said, tossing her blonde glossy hair over her shoulder and opening her arms. We stood at the threshold but had to hug each other. Her warmth and love were addictive, and I sure needed all of that during these desperate times.

I didn't want to let go of her, but I wanted to talk to her too. "Should we go to the terrace?" I asked while squeezing her a little harder, letting my hands trail down to her firm ass that I was slightly jealous of.

"Like always," she said, breaking the hug and closing the door.

I took her with me to the terrace. "Anything to drink?"

"A bottle of water will be fine," she said. My sister mostly drank water and smoothies and would sometimes have a glass or two during work.

We settled down on the couch, enjoying the sunny weather and cloudless sky. "Catch," I said, tossing the water bottle to her.

"Thank you," Stella said, catching it perfectly. "It's hard to notice everything you've gone through when you smile so brightly."

I took it as a compliment, knowing my son noticed it too now and then. "I try to stay as positive as possible."

"It's a gift I'm not endowed with," she said and gave my breasts more attention than usual. "So, how's it going?"

"Despite the smile, not the best," I admitted. "We wouldn't have lived here if it hadn't been for my son."

"How come?"

"I had so much debt that they were about to confiscate the house," I said with a sigh. "My wonderful son, my pride, had a lot more in savings than I could have ever guessed. He not only helped me pay the debt, but he also said he would drop out for my sake just so he could work more." My eyes welled up. I got a bit emotional whenever I thought of him. He truly was my pride. A mother's dream boy.

"Wow," Stella said and looked stunned as well. "Savings... He spends hours in the gym, gets top grades, and he's been working on top of it?"

My sister couldn't believe it herself. "Yup," I told her. I wanted to say that he had my ex-husband's workaholism in him, but comparing those two was an insult and left a foul taste in my mouth. "Chase is an honorable boy. Everything a mom could dream of."

"Boy?" she asked and cocked her head to the side. "He's like six foot four. He's a man now."

Stella was right, but it felt odd whenever I called him a man. "In my eyes, he'll always be my boy."

"Right," Stella said. "I met him at the gym last week. He looked more tired than usual."

"Did you train together?"

"I tried, but he's usually around a bunch of girls."

"I didn't know he was currently dating," I said, watching her closely. I knew he had a girl many months ago, but he broke up with her for one reason or another.

"I don't think he does either at the moment, but they're the ones who try to hit on him, not the opposite."

"I gotcha," I said.

"I can't believe he's willing to drop out just for your sake," Stella said. "Wasn't becoming a software engineer a dream of his?"

"It's the money he's dreaming of," I told her. "If he's already working and making a bank on top of it, I'm not so sure how much a degree will help. He talked about it yesterday."

"I would never believe he had the time for that... What about Savannah, is she also helping out the family?"

I slowly shook my head. "It's not like she doesn't want to. But she's been a bit more outgoing as you know, and a waitress doesn't make much."

"Has she found a new boyfriend after she broke up a month ago?"

I shook my head. "Not yet, but she'll find one soon. I have a feeling she wants to move out, so she won't be a burden. It's painful to admit that." I still remembered when my ex-husband got busted, and I learned about all his mischiefs and lies. I was heartbroken, and it all came crashing down on me like a ton of bricks. Chase had been the first who showed his support, sitting so close and talking to me. I had of course tried to remain as positive as possible even if it was difficult. A lifelong prison sentence awaited my ex-husband, and I would never see him again.

"That's why I'm glad you're still in one piece," Stella said. "So, it's Chase who keeps the household running?"

"Mostly, but I also landed a job yesterday and just got back from my first shift today," I revealed.

"Really?" she asked.

I knew why it surprised her since I hadn't had a job since my teens. "At a call center."

Taking a sip, she coughed it all up and had to put the bottle down. "What, what?"

I chuckled and saw the same reaction as I had on my kids. "You heard me, girl."

"Of all the places?"

"I'm in a tight spot. I had to take the first I found."

"Amber, you could make a lot more elsewhere than what you do at a call center," she said firmly.

"Where?" I questioned.

"Geeze, I don't know, how about OnlyFans?"

I chuckled. "That was a joke, right?"

"Half a joke," she admitted. "My point is, with your looks, you'll make way more. A lot of employers want a good-looking woman so they can attract more clients. This is true for every business out there."

"I get that, but like I said, I haven't found any other opportunities yet," I told her.

"Listen, I'm currently looking for beautiful women in the milf category. I promise you that you'll make way more at my place."

"Nightclub..." I said as it brought back memories. "What will I do exactly?"

"Girl, you know very well what you do at a nightclub."

"Right," I said. "But there are different tasks."

"We need a waitress first of all but there are other opportunities too, taking into consideration you've been a dancer as well."

I smiled, which brought back memories. "You don't think I'm a bit too old for that?"

Stella frowned. "When did thirty-eight become old?"

I considered it. My children didn't know it was at a nightclub where I met my ex-husband. I had never lied to them and never would. I'd worked both as a stripper and as a waitress. Although that was more than two decades ago. I remembered it as if it were yesterday--The thrill of working at night, being showered with tips and compliments. The girls who worked there were amazing and so fun to be with. When I met Tony, I ended all of that and dedicated my twenties to raising my children, which I had no regrets, but sometimes, I wished I could relive those memories, and I knew that I needed the money as well.

"You're right... I miss those times too," I said. My older sister had introduced me to that life. I was glad she was doing well and hadn't left that life completely behind.

"See?" Stella kept nudging me. "You're seriously wasting your time at a call center. Give the boss the middle finger, hop into those sexy clothes and make it rain."

"But only as a waitress for now. I don't want my children to know that I've been a stripper or an adult worker."

"The stigma is in your brain only. Everyone wants to be a sex worker, admit it."

"Maybe," I said. My sister didn't understand since she didn't have any children herself.

"And I'm certain Chase would love to see you," Stella said with a wink.

I scowled at her. "What?"

"I'm just saying, he does seem to look at you now and then. He's far from gay."

"Don't be ridiculous--he's my son," I said, raising my voice, so she understood the gravity of what she was saying.

"I know you well," she continued coquettishly, crossing her legs. "You always act that way when you're trying to hide something."

I looked away, but I knew she was right. I had seen him look at me a bit more intimately than what a son should look at her mother, and it all started after puberty. To be fair, I looked at him too, and after Tony got dragged away, I looked at Chase more, wanting a substitute. I thought about it earlier today too but tried to forget it, but resistance seemed futile.

"Forget it," I said. "But I'm willing to give it a go. I kind of miss those days."

"I remember when you first saw me in lingerie, and you were like, 'Why are you naked?'"

I laughed. "That was ages ago."

"Those were the days," she said, smiling so deeply her dimples showed. "You found my porn collection a couple of years later."

"Sorry for sneaking around," I said. "You made me curious. I just wanted to know what my older sister was up to when her bedroom door was closed."

"No hard feelings," she said.

"Sixteen to nineteen definitely were the highlights... not that I regret raising my children. I mean they mean the world to me and are way more important than fun, but it would be nice to go back."

"You can have it both ways," Stella said, her lips sliding into a grin.

Chase

Two weeks ago, I dropped out. My professor was shocked, but I told him it was due to personal issues and most likely I would be back in the future.

I spent every working hour in front of the computer or the gym. I tried to find as many gigs as possible, but I also started looking for other jobs, becoming a bouncer or a security guard. I knew they always wanted tall and intimidating men, and I craved some fresh air after sitting for so long.

I glanced at the clock and it was already 1 AM. I had to wrap this up, so I could get some sleep. My mother had acted strange lately, and she had also said she had gotten a lucrative raise. I was glad for her sake but found everything a bit odd. Maybe I was just overthinking it. It was not unusual that hot girls got better grades for being hot, or women landed well-paid jobs based upon their looks. I found it stranger she was still at a call center even if the schedule didn't make sense at all.

I had helped Mom out with some numbers, and the mortgage would be difficult to pay, but easier as we were both working. We didn't have to worry about becoming homeless, and I calculated that we would be able to buy a car as well. As the days moved on, I came closer and closer to my mother.

I had seen an increase in sexual dreams of her. Just this week I'd already experienced three wet dreams where she was the main star. It was distracting, but I wondered if I made it worse by trying to fight those thoughts. After wanting to do something for her and helping her out, our relationship had certainly become deeper. I wasn't sure if she was feeling the same.

I cracked my knuckles and decided to go to the bathroom for a little. I opened the door, and to my surprise, the lights were on. Suddenly, my mother came out of the bathroom, wearing revealing, red lingerie with threads spun from my fantasy. The fabric hugged her curves in all the right places and left just enough to the imagination. She halted, surprised to see me as well.

"Mom?" I asked, just to make sure.

"Chase," she said, looking equally as caught off guard as I did. "I thought you were asleep."

"Ugh, I had to work a bit extra."

She gave me a look, and I knew she didn't like my answer. "Christ, it's in the middle of the night. You need to rest too."

"But you also work at night," I pointed out.

"Yes, but only at night. You work from morning to dusk," she pointed out.

"Sure," I said, scratching my neck and trying my hardest not to gawk at her. But I pitched a tent to her either way. "What are you up to?" I asked her, but I quickly regretted it. I should've just gone to the bathroom, but I wanted to see her. I craved her.

"I'm just trying out some clothes," she said while a subtle blush crept up her cheeks.

"Oh, okay... Uhm, goodnight then."

She placed both hands on my shoulders, my bulge dangerously close to her center. "Promise me to get some sleep," she said, sounding concerned for me.

"You too," I pointed out, making her smile.

She let go of me, and my cock throbbed harder than ever. I hopped inside the bathroom. I wished my erection would go away, but it was stubborn. It didn't help that she had left behind the most erotic perfume, making scenes of my hot mother flash by. She wore a sexy vanilla and rose perfume that made me melt, and after having seen her with so little clothing, I wanted to jack off badly. I didn't question why she wore lingerie. I just wanted Mom's flesh more than anything.

I brushed my teeth, but my bulge kept hitting the sink. I was painfully hard and it felt as if my testicles were tightening to knots. I got out of the bathroom and hurried to my bedroom. I stripped my clothes off. Once I crawled under the sheets, I reached for my cock and slowly stroked it. "Should I do this? Should I masturbate while fantasizing about my mother for the first time?"

My balls were boiling, and I knew already it would be near impossible to sleep if I didn't do something with the load that haunted my testicles. I reached for my shaft and just wanted to get it done with. I quickly stroked myself to the fresh images of Mom dressed in lingerie. I added some scenes when she was dancing ballet and when she did some of her sexy stretches. I thought of how my cock stretched her, and how I took her in various positions. It felt unbelievably good and thrilling. I was fantasizing about my mother, having sex with her, and making out with her.

The climax was imminent, and I curled my toes, fired right at the sheets and got it all over my hand and belly. I let my head slump back as my heart rate raced and now slowly eased into a slow steady rhythm. I blinked at the ceiling. To my baffling surprise, I didn't feel disgusted. I was just glad I had let that out of my chest.

The following day, I woke up to a sexual dream featuring my mother. I was at a point I couldn't remember when I had a dream that didn't feature Mom. My morning wood was rock hard, and I had no choice but to splash cold water over it.

After I'd showered, Mom prepared breakfast. She didn't mention the lingerie and neither did I. It felt a bit weird seeing her after I'd masturbated to her for the first time in my life, but I tried telling myself it was all in my head. I didn't think it was much different from a wet dream, and maybe I was making this into a bigger deal than it actually was.

"Is Savannah still out with her friends?" I asked Mom.

"I think she's found another boy," Mom said, chuckling.

When it was time to get back to work, getting my hands dirty, I went back and thought over how odd it had been to see Mom in those clothes. It didn't add up. It seemed she was hiding something. Even if she was my mother, I didn't like being intrusive. But I was dying to get an answer to what she was truly up to.

The clock was ticking toward 11 PM. It was currently dark, and my mother had gone to work two hours ago. Savannah had texted me she wouldn't be home either, so I currently had the home for myself. I went outside my bedroom and aimed my eyes at Mom's. It didn't hurt having a look. I carefully opened the door and went inside. I was greeted by the vanilla and rose perfume she loved to wear. Her bedroom was sparkling clean. She had purple curtains and a matching plush carpet. She slept in a queen-sized bed and on the nightstand was a photo of me, Savannah and Mom.

I fixed my eyes on the photo till I caught a business card. I stooped over it. "California Women's Nightclub," I read out loud. My mouth opened. "No way," I mouthed. My heart rate accelerated. I picked it up and typed the address on Google Maps. It was a twenty-minute drive from here, and it left me with no choice but to have a look.

I quickly got an Uber. Sitting in the backseat, I had butterflies in my belly. My mind was blank. I looked out the window without a thought in my head. The driver stopped at my destination, and I took a deep breath as I hopped outside.

I wasn't far from Laguna Beach, but I wasn't familiar with this neighborhood, which looked quite luxurious. I saw the big sign written in pink, blinking neon lights. "California Women's Nightclub." It also depicted a naked woman holding a tray. There were several cars parked outside, and they were all nice and shiny.

I walked by the fancy nightclub, hearing erotic music and the sounds of glasses clinking. I saw several scantily clad women in lingerie, underwear or bunny costumes. There was a strip pole in the background where a topless woman hung upside down. But then, to my not-so-baffling surprise, I saw Mom. Dressed in the same red lingerie I'd seen her yesterday with dollar bills stuffed in her cleavage, she looked stunning, and she turned me on. It should've been obvious. There was no way in hell she worked at a call center.

I ogled at her, studying her as she bent over and flashed her round rear. She was perfect for that job and looked as beautiful as a high-end model. She had fun as well, enjoying this work as if it were second nature to her. It made me suspect she'd been doing it before.

As if by some subconscious reflexes, she suddenly shifted her gaze to me. I must've looked like a deer caught in the headlights, and she looked no different. Her eyes were aimed at me, and mine aimed at hers. None of us blinked, and it was as if I were stuck in a trance of some sort. Her lips curved in a subtle smile, and I turned and headed in the other direction.

I couldn't think of anything on my way back, but when I got out of the taxi, my phone buzzed. I already knew who it was. I picked it up and read the text. We need to talk.

Ok, I answered her briefly, not wanting to let such a dear woman like her hang. Once I entered our home, I sat on the couch and kept replaying the scenes of seeing her there. I became harder than ever, but I was still in a state of disbelief.

Eventually, I heard a car pull over, and it must have been her Uber. It was two in the morning, and I wasn't sure if I would be able to fall asleep later.

"Hi," she said, trying to smile. She wore leggings, high heels and a sexy leather jacket. She was as hot as she'd ever been.

"Hi," I said.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" she asked like a caring mother. She unzipped her jacket and hung it in her wardrobe.

"I thought you said you wanted to talk."

"I meant tomorrow," she said and sat down on the couch. She was left in a tight, white top. "But it doesn't matter since you're awake now."

"First of all, I wasn't spying on--"

"Chase, it's okay," she interrupted me. "I know you want the best for me, especially after having financially saved us."

"Yesterday, I became a bit curious when I saw you in those clothes," I admitted.

"I get that," she said. She patted the spot next to her. "Can we sit closer?"

"Sure," I said. I sat down next to her with my hips against hers. The physical contact was forbidden, yet it felt so good.

"I don't want any space between us," she said. She wore that perfume that made my libido rise. I regretted that I came so close to her since I might reveal what I actually thought of her. She drew in a deep breath. "I don't know where to start."

"Mom, I'm not disappointed or anything."

"I know you aren't, but it's something I have to tell you first," she said. "This isn't my first time working at a nightclub. It was there I met your father."

"Really?"

She nodded.

"I thought you were a waitress?"

"Yes, I was a waitress at a nightclub, but I was also a stripper."

"Wow," I said. Once she said stripper, it stirred some life into my cock, making me look at her a bit differently.

She placed her hand on my thigh, stroking me intimately. "I actually got my first job when I was underaged... I loved dancing and I loved the money. Those three years, sixteen to nineteen, were the highlights of my life, but then I met your father, and I decided to leave the partying and nightlife behind to raise you two."

"I see," I said. "I don't think many girls out there would make such a decision."

"I don't think so either, but I don't have any regrets," she said. "Stripping and nightlife were fun, but being a mother, especially a proud mother, is something else."

"Right."

"Well, I didn't either lie about the call center, but my sister persuaded me to go work at a nightclub again. Couldn't resist it either since we need the money, and I thought it would be fun to relive some memories."

"I see where you're coming from," I said. "I have to admit... you looked good."

"Thank you," she said, blushing slightly.

"I mean not in that way," I said as a blush crept up on my cheeks. "I mean good for a waitress in a nightclub." I sounded dumb as hell, but I had myself to blame for admitting my own mother looked good in that context.

"It's okay, Chase," she said, drawing a circle on my thigh.

The circle she drew was hypnotizing, drawing me closer to her. "As long as you enjoy it there," I said.

"I do... How about you? Do you enjoy coding all day?" she asked, searching my gaze.

"It feels good to build stuff, but I'm looking for jobs elsewhere. I just want to get out of this house now and then. Two hours in the gym aren't enough."

"Well, they're looking for security. The owner of the nightclub is Stella."

"Wait what, my aunt?" I asked.​