It felt kind of strange having my mom walk into the strip club with me. I found an open booth off to the side and ordered a couple of drinks while we waited for D to come out and finish her last set. Some other girl had been dancing at the time and noticed mom looking around the place at all the people as they watched the girl intently, as she removed small parcels of clothing to the sexy music.
I had a hard time hearing mom as she spoke over the loud music that mixed with all the background noise.
“Guys really enjoy this, don’t they?”
“Enjoy what?” I asked, as I leaned over the table to hear her better.
“Girls stripping and dancing.”
“Of course,” I yelled back. “We’re guys.”
As the girl finished her set, mom noticed a guy left with her to a back room.
“Where are they going?” Mom asked.
I found it difficult to talk to mom about what the girls did when they weren’t on stage. But I swallowed the lump in my throat and gave her the cleanest explanation I could of lap dancing.
I watched as mom blushed at my feeble attempt to explain how the girls did a private strip dance and sat on guys laps while doing erotic moves.
Mom didn’t say anything after I finished but looked back at the stage as D stepped out. We watched as D started her routine wearing a very sexy white laced teddy and a white g string that barely covered her mound.
D smiled as she caught sight of us sitting in the booth. If I hadn’t been feeling uncomfortable before, I was now, as my sexy wife paid more attention to us, showing us her sexy strip tease, than the rest of the room. I looked at mom as her mouth opened in shock when D did a split with her ass facing us and bopped it up and down off the stage.
Mom commented on how fit and nimble D was and I felt my face blush. Finally D finished and walked off the stage. I knew it wouldn’t take her long before she would be dressed and ready to leave.
This free time had given mom another moment to drill me on some questions.
“Doesn’t it bother you knowing all these guys are watching your wife strip and dance provocatively?”
“No. I find it kind of exciting,” I said. “I know they have to wish for what I already have. She’s leaving with me and they’re going home alone.”
“But, what about those lap dances?”
“Well, those did take me awhile to get used to. I do have a hard time picturing another man rubbing his crotch on my wife while she gets him off. But for some strange reason, I now find it exhilarating.”
“You do?”
I couldn’t believe I was having this talk with my mother, the most innocent, sweet woman I know. I was more or less saved by the bell as D came out dressed in her blue jeans and a white skin-tight tee and plopped down next to me.
“Hi Ronda! I didn’t expect to see you here,” my wife said as she grabbed my drink and took a sip.
“Mom’s car broke down and needed a ride.”
“Oh. So what did you think of tonight’s routine?”
“I thought it was a good one,” I said.
We finished our drinks and made our way to my car. I held the door open for both women and drove to my parents’ house. I couldn’t say the conversation was enjoyable as we traveled down the road. It was mostly made up of mom asking D a whole bunch of questions about her job.