Date: Thu, 28 Nov 2019 10:43:21 -0800 From: Misty Meadow Subject: The Stripper The Stripper by Misty Meadow "What do you want to be when you grow up?" Mum asks. "A stripper!" I answer unhesitatingly. "I might've guessed," she says. "You don't have the least shame, do you?" She's sitting on the end of my bed, wearing a short bathrobe and, I suspect, nothing underneath. "What good is shame? I'd rather just be myself, a girl who likes to get naked." "And show off your skinny body to everyone." "Not everyone, only girls. Boys are just annoying; they wanna see tits and I don't have any." I can happily say this because my Mum is totally gay and is quite happy to tell me about her sexual encounters with other gay women. She adopted me three years ago when I was nine. Before that, I'd lived in a series of awful foster homes where I was treated like an unpaid house cleaner, but Mum changed my whole life. I love her to bits and my adoration is returned in spades. "You'll have boobs soon, my love, in fact I think I detect slight swellings on your chest." We're in my bedroom and I'm standing in front of the mirrored closet doors, looking at my "skinny body", in my school uniform. I'm almost as tall as Mum and very slender, with the figure of a boy, my chest almost perfectly flat. "There's a piece of music called The Stripper," she says. "They always play it nightclub scenes in movies. Pass me your laptop and I'll find it." Within a few seconds, the blaring music fills the room. It has a harsh sound with thumping percussion and blaring trombones. I don't like it, but it does suggest a kind of crude lewdness. I swing my hips, twerking to the slow beat, then unzip my skirt at the side and let it slip down to my ankles. I kick it aside, then unbutton my blouse, letting one shoulder fall off, then turn to face Mum who's grinning broadly. The blouse falls, leaving me in my white cotton knickers and tanktop vest with it's scooped neckline. I slide the knickers down just far enough to keep my cunt hidden, then lift my vest to display my micro-tits. The vest comes off and I twirl it round my head, then toss it to Mum. I swing my hips again as inch by inch I push my knickers down to mid thigh, revealing my cunt which is nothing more than a slit in my bulging mound (so big it creates a spectacular camel toe when I wear tight shorts). I lace my fingers behind my head and thrust my hips forward as Mum stares at me intently. All I have to do is bring my legs together and my knickers will fall, leaving me naked except for my ankle socks. With some more hip swaying, my knickers fall. I deftly flick them up with my foot, catch them and toss them at Mum. They land on her face, and she presses her hands against them and inhales. Yes, my Mum's a knicker sniffer; isn't everyone? Then, just before the music ends, I sit on a chair and lift my legs one at a time to take my socks off, allowing Mum a clear view of my cunt. She throws my knickers back to me and claps her hands, smiling broadly. "Bravo! That was awesome, Misty, you'll make a great stripper one day." I sit on her lap and lean back against her soft breasts. "Would you strip down completely naked?" she asks, "or wear a thong? The audience would be mostly men, perhaps a few female escorts." "I'd get entirety naked, of course. Isn't that the point, letting them see my tits and cunt?" She hooks her hands under my knees and pulls my thighs wide apart. We look at me in the mirror. There I am, sweet innocent little Misty Meadow, flaunting her cunt, pretending she has a huge audience of women watching, cheering her on. "Look at me, folks!" I say to the mirror as Mum catches on and grins over my shoulder. "How do you like my cunt? Is it sexy? Yes, you all agree. Who wants to touch it? Don't all rush. Get back, you fucking paedos!" Mum laughs and releases my legs. "You are a slut, my darling," she murmurs, kissing me on the cheek, "a dirty little whore, a lust crazed sex fiend!" I love it when she calls me dirty names. "Now the pot's calling the kettle black. What are you doing when I listen at your bedroom door and hear all that moaning and groaning when your girlfriends stay the night? I'm not the only sex crazed person here." "We're just doing what lesbians do, you know, the kind of stuff you watch on the internet." She's perfectly happy letting me surf gay porn and I bookmark the best videos for her to watch. Some of them involve fisting and water sports and I wonder if she goes that far. "If you're going to be a stripper, you'll need something a little more sexy than your school uniform. Come into my room and we'll see what we can find." In her bedroom, she opens her dresser drawer and produces a variety of sexy lingerie, sheer chemises, lacy tap pants with matching camisoles, skimpy bras and a variety of see-through knickers, including a cotchless pair, split from front to back. Best of all is suspender belt and stockings, with a matching bra and knicker set, all in white which are nothing more than transparent triangles joined by straps and they're not going to hide anything. "Oh, Mum, these are perfect!" I gush. "Try them on." I hardly need to be told. I sit on her bed and pull the stockings on, rolling them up my thighs, then fasten the suspender belt round my waist and hook the stockings to it. The bra does little to cover my almost flat chest and lastly I pull the knickers up and look at myself in the mirror. Despite my lack of curves, I have to confess I do look pretty sexy. "Wow, Misty," Mum breathes, "my little girl's hot!" I select the shortest chemise and draw it over my head, smoothing it down over my body. It's sufficiently sheer to reveal the sexy garments underneath. "What are you going to wear over it?" "Your little black dress." Mum has one of those classic simple dresses that's the epitome of good taste. I find it in her closet and put it on. It has a scooped neckline, short sleeves and comes down to just above my knees. Now I look respectable on the outside and slutty underneath. "Let's go back to your room, I want to try something." Back in my room, she takes off the bathrobe and sure enough, she's naked. Her body is almost as slender as mine, except that she has hips. Her boobs are small, firm and will never droop. She's shaved off all her cunt hair so she's as bald as I am, but her cunt has the lips that I lack. In her late twenties, she looks a lot younger; she could almost be my big sister. I run my gaze up and down her body, appreciatively. "So?" I ask. Without responding, she picks up my knickers from where I dropped them and pulls them on. "You don't seem to mind wearing my dirty knickers," I comment. "They're quite clean and it's nice and intimate, having my cunt nestling where yours was moments ago." That's one of the sexiest things she's ever said to me. Then she pulls on my vest which stretches tightly, flattening her boobs, then on goes my blouse and skirt and finally, my white ankle socks. I stand beside her as we look in the mirror, mother and daughter in reversed roles. "You make a pretty good schoolgirl," I comment. "Natalie is gonna really like this. She's into schoolgirls." She's one of Mum's many sex partners. "Really? Should I be worried? Might she molest me?" "Who knows?," she says, grinning. "What would you do if she did?" "Dunno. Actually, she's pretty sexy. I might just let her have her way, but then you'd be jealous." "Not if you'd let me watch." Holy cow, is she serious? Does Mum want to watch me having sex with one of her lovers? Unbelievable! "You're joking, Mum." "Yes, but it's a thought, though. One day soon you'll be having real sex, not just watching porno videos and I want it to be with someone who really cares about you, not some bitch who'll take advantage of your innocence then abandon you. Anyway, what are going to do this afternoon?" "After lunch, I'm going over to Brook's house and show her my new outfit." "You're going to strip for her?" "Who knows! I might just try it." "Is she gay?" "Mmm, good question. We've kissed, but we were just fooling around. She is pretty, though." "Good luck, then." _____________________ Brook looks at me, her eyebrows raised. "Misty, what are you doing in a cocktail dress on a Saturday afternoon?" she asks. I've decided that, yes, I will strip for her. It can start as just a game, but it might develop into something a little more interesting. I have the laptop in a tote bag. "Wait and see. Where are your parents?" "Up in London, visiting my aunt; they won't be back until tonight." Brook is the same age as me with a similar figure, but with huge eyes framed by owl glasses and long hair down to her waist, plaited into a pony tail. She's wearing a simple sun dress. "Let's go up to your room." "To watch porn?" I have my laptop with me. "Something better," I say with a conspiratorial grin. Up in her her bedroom, I sit her on the bed, open the laptop and start video recording while it plays The Stripper. I go into my routine, first taking off Mum's pumps, then lifting the dress over my head. Brooks eyes are like saucers as she stares at my sexy undies. I let the shoulder straps fall and slide my chemise down my body. "Oh, my God, a striptease!" she cries. "How amazing! Misty, I never knew you were a . . ." "Slut? That's what Mum calls me, in a nice way, of course. This is her stuff I'm wearing." "You wear your Mum's knickers?" she asks, incredulously. "Right now she's wearing mine, dressed as a schoolgirl for one of her gay friends." Brook giggles. I stand in front of her, letting her inspect me, delighting in the knowledge that she can see my cunt clearly through the transparent knickers. I slide them down, seductively, all the while swaying to the brassy music. Then twirl them round my head in the classic fashion. Her gaze is riveted on my cunt. I spread my legs and twerk, swinging my hips, then reach back and unhook the bra. I unfasten the suspenders and take the belt off and now I'm naked except for the stockings, which I leave on. I sit on a chair in front of her and spread my legs. "I told Mum I wanna be a stripper when I grow up, so she outfitted me in her sexiest undies, so I thought I'd practice with you." Mercifully the music, now annoying, ends. I turn off the recording app and play the video back as we watch. It's actually pretty fucking good. "You're awesome!" she says, gazing at my cunt. "I just like showing off, don't you?" "I've seen you in the changing room at school, swanning around in the nude with everyone watching you. I wouldn't dare do that." "But what about if it was just me watching, like now?" "You want me to strip?" She doesn't sound reluctant. "You could put my stuff on and do a number. I think we could find some better music. Tell you what, I'll go and wait in the bathroom, because I need to pee anyway, and you dress up in my stuff, then when I come back, you can strip for me, okay?" She hesitates, then grins, nodding her head. "Yeah, it'll be fun." I take my stockings off, lifting my legs one at a time so she gets a nice view of my cunt, then go into the bathroom and sit on the loo. After a couple of minutes, I hear her call and return to her room. Her performance more or less matches mine and she's not reluctant to flaunt her cunt as lewdly as I did. It's an exact copy of my cunt, a prominent mound with no hair and what I call a "vertical smile". Although it's just like the cunt of every girl her age, the fact that she's showcasing it in this lascivious way gets my tummy churning with excitement. When she's naked, standing proudly before me, I clap my hands and tell her how sexy she looks. "I recorded it," she says. We stand side by side, looking at ourselves, naked in front of the mirror, then I face her, put my arms around her and we kiss. "I had a suspicion you were gay," she said as we broke apart, "but I was afraid to bring the subject up." "How about you? Are you gay?" "I think so. I've had crushes on girls, but doesn't everyone?" "Could you have a crush on me, if you tried hard?" "After your sexy act, I think I already do." We kiss again and wouldn't you know it, my fucking phone rings. It's Mum. "Can you come home? There's someone who wants to meet you." She sounds earnest. "Fifteen minutes, okay?" I hang up. This might be a good time to leave Brook hanging so then between now and when I next see her, she'll be getting used to the idea that our relationship has changed. Leave 'em wanting more, as they say. "Mum needs me, I gotta go, sorry." Her face falls, but I promise I'll see her tomorrow. As I put the stockings and suspender belt and bra on, I ask her if I can wear her knickers. "It'll feel nice and sexy, wearing yours." She grins and hands them to me. I finish dressing, give her a nice, long deep kiss, pick up my laptop and head home. _______________________ "So what's so urgent?" I ask Mum as I step into her bedroom. She's lying on her bed, naked and beside her is Latisha, one of her girlfriends, black and gorgeous. She's also in the nude and her skin is like dark velvet. Annoyed that I had my seduction of Brook cut short, it now seems worth it, because Latisha, like Mum, lies with her legs parted, shamelessly airing her cunt. Her lips are dark brown and between them I can see the pinkness of her inner lips and the look on her face tells me she's just as happy to flaunt her cunt as I am. "Latisha wants to meet you. This is my little girl, Misty." "Hello, Latisha." I've met her briefly before. "Your Mum tells me you're a stripper." "Well, not exactly. I'm just in the process of trying it out." "And so was your mum. When I arrived, I was greeted by a schoolgirl." She looks across at Mum and smiles. "I adore schoolgirls, with their sexy school uniforms, those pleated short skirts and white socks. I should've been a school teacher, standing in front of a class of girls, looking up their skirts. Anyway your not-so-little darling mum stripped for me and she sure got my juices flowing. Are these your knickers?" She reaches down and picks them up from the floor by the side of the bed, holds them to her face and inhales. "Is this your Mum I smell, or you." "Both," I tell her. "Do a strip for us," Mum requests and I'm only too happy to comply. I perform without music, taking my sweet time, dancing around, throwing garments off one at a time. When my chemise goes, Mum gasps. "Are those Brook's knickers?" I smile and nod my head. "Oh, my God, she's wearing her friend's knickers; how precious! Did you strip for her?" I tell her I did and how she then performed for me and that it's all recorded on my laptop. I slide Brook's knickers off and toss them and they both try to grab them, tussling for possession. Mum wins and gives them a good sniff. Latisha gazes at my cunt, her eyes bright, as I take off my bra and suspender belt, then stand by the bed and lift one leg so she can take my stocking off. We repeat with the other leg and her fingers on my thighs send little thrills through me. "Where are my knickers?" Mum asks. "Is Brook wearing them?" "No." I fish them out of my tote bag together with my lap top. "Wanna see a show, folks?" I sit between them with the laptop on my thighs and replay my act, then we see Brook taking her sun dress off and dropping her white cotton knickers. She dresses up in my stuff and we hear her call me. We watch as she performs, and I can tell Mum and Latisha are getting excited, not only from their body language, but from the sharp aroma of sex wafting up from their cunts. "So, are you and she . . .?" Mum asks. "We kissed and she now has a crush on me, so I'm expecting some interesting moments tomorrow when I see her again." "Her cunt looks just as sweet as yours, Misty," Latisha says. I sit up and look between her parted legs. "She's pink inside," Mum says, "take a close look." I crawl down the bed and get between her legs, my face inches from her cunt as she pulls her lips wide apart. The contrast between her dark skin and her bright pink cunt is awesome! I stare at it, letting the seconds tick by, not wanting to tear my gaze away. "What are you waiting for?" Mum asks. "Kiss it!" Oh, my God, my dreams are about to come true. In a second, my mouth will be on the cunt of another woman, an adult at that, a lesbian who'll appreciate me and I intend to give it all I've got. I glance up at Mum and see the excitement on her face, then my lips are touching Latisha's, sucking them into my mouth, then exploring between them with my tongue, probing in as far as I can. The taste is as thrilling as the strong aroma, sharp and sexy. She's dripping wet and I lick up all the juice I can, then lift my head and put three fingers into her. "Fist her!" Mum demands. I'm a frequent watcher of fisting on the internet, always amazed by how far a hand can be inserted into a cunt and Latisha's is so relaxed and wet, wide open for me, that when I push into her, my hand slides in easily. She lets out a deep sigh. Mum scrambles down the bed for a better view. "Fuck her, Misty! Fuck that black slut!" Oh how I love it when she talks dirty like this. "Shove your fist up her hungry cunt! Look, she's loving it, the fucking dirty whore! Go deeper! I wanna see how deep you can go!" Half my arm is inside her and as my fingers touch something, possibly her cervix, she gasps. I pull back and thrust again. "Yeah!" Mum cries, "Fuck her! Fuck that black bitch! Fuck her brains out! She fucking loves it, don't you, you dirty bitch?" Latisha seems to be accustomed to Mum's dirty talk, because although her face is contorted with sexual lust, she's not distracted by the humiliating words, just as I'm not when Mum uses them on me. She cums with a loud groan, her legs go stiff and her toes curl. As I slowly pull my arm from her, making a delicious slurping noise, she relaxes and smiles at me. "I've never been fisted by a little girl before. How old are you?" "Twelve." "And gay as can be," Mum says, adding, "thank God." I lick my hand and forearm clean. "Would you like to eat Misty's cunt?" Mum says, to my astonishment. She's offering me on a plate, pimping me out to her lover, not that I'm offended, far from it. At this moment, I'd let any gay girl lick my cunt. "Absolutely, but while I'm doing it, what about you?" "I can take care of myself," Mum says, meaning she's going to masturbate. This I want to see! "Here's the deal," Latisha says. "I'll lick Misty's cunt if you let her lick yours. I've never seen a mother/daughter episode yet and the idea has always thrilled me." "She's my adopted daughter." "So, there's no problem with incest, then. You're not actually related." "True enough," Mum admits, pausing to consider the implications. "I confess I've thought about it." She has? And never told me? I'd have licked her gorgeous cunt any time she asked me. Shit, all that time wasted! "Please let me, Mum. I've been in love with your cunt for years. Let me do it, like Latisha says. Please, Mum!" "Listen to your girl," Latisha urges. "Okay," Mum says, "you have to start somewhere and it might as well be me." Seconds later, we're lying in a triangle, as Mum eats Latisha's cunt, she eats mine and I go to work on Mum. After about ten minutes, we all swap ends so now everyone has eaten everyone else. We all cum, multiple times until we're exhausted. We sit up at the top of the bed, our faces wet with cunt juice, our cunts throbbing, looking at each other proudly. ______________________ It's Sunday morning. I'm in Brooks bedroom. "What did your Mum want when she rang yesterday?" I tell her, leaving nothing out, recalling our adventure in exquisite detail. Her face is alight with excitement as I describe our love triangle. "Fucking awesome!" she says. "You can do it with just two," I tell her. "Now I I want you to strip for me." She begins. The end.