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In Mom's Footsteps

By: jt123



Vicki knew she had made some bad choices in her life. Now she was determined to help her daughter, Sara, avoid some of those mistakes.

Vicki's path through life was an unusual one. Back in high school she fell in with the wrong crowd and got involved with drugs and alcohol. She ended up dropping out of school during her senior year and getting pregnant almost immediately afterwards. She gave birth to a beautiful baby boy who was fairly soon thereafter taken away when she was arrested for her drug habit.

With her parents' counseling she eventually gave up custody of Jon. Vicki's aunt officially adopted Jon and the day he left was undoubtedly the hardest in her life up to that point. 

Partly due to the trauma of that moment Vicki made the decision to change her lifestyle for good. She moved back in with her parents and entered a treatment program. After several months and lots of hard times she was able to stay clean and sober for the longest period since she started down the wrong path.

She went back to finish her high school degree and soon started looking for a job. Unfortunately, she had no luck finding anything, as nobody was interested in hiring a 19-year-old mother with a felony drug record. She was at the end of her rope when she saw an ad for open auditions for dancers at one of the strip clubs in town.

She remembered some of the women she had met in rehab who had talked about how much money could be made by stripping. She also remembered how those women talked about how all the other dancers were high or drunk most of the time. She debated for a couple of days about what to do, but after being rejected for yet another job she knew she was qualified for she didn't know what else to do and decided to try it.

She drove to the club during the hours listed for auditions, but when she arrived she sat in her car wracked with nerves for several long minutes. If she hadn't been so desperate for money she would surely have started the engine and driven away. Instead, she took a deep breath in a futile attempt to calm her nerves and walked slowly toward the door of the club.

She wasn't sure how comfortable she was with the idea of stripping even as she walked inside the quiet club. She never really thought of herself as beautiful but she always had a constant stream of guys wanting to date her. Part of her feared they would turn her away for not being pretty enough, but the woman behind the bar welcomed her warmly and asked if she was there to audition.

"Um, yes," Vicki said nervously.

"Let me call Rick," the woman said with a smile. She disappeared into the back and Vicki looked around the club. It was about what she expected. It was small and reeked of stale beer and cigarette smoke. There were no windows and the lighting was so dark that it gave the place the feel of night despite it being just before noon. The club wouldn't open for business for about another hour.

"Hmmm, very nice," Rick said even before saying hello. It was a lecherous comment but still made Vicki feel a little more comfortable. "Hi, I'm Rick. I'm the owner," he said extending his hand.

"I'm Vicki," she answered.

"Have you ever danced before?" Rick asked.

"No," she answered.

"Well, Vicki," he began, "there isn't anything to be nervous about. Right now it is just you and me. I'll sit way in the back so you can't even see me. I'll play a song and you just get on the stage and do what comes naturally." 

He seemed to sense Vicki's hesitation and reassured her. Rick was used to the newcomers being nervous so he went into his routine speech. He told her that when the club was open there were always at least two bouncers working. Any guy that touched her or made her feel uncomfortable would be immediately ejected with no questions asked. 

"Do you have a certain song you'd like?" he concluded.

Vicki requested a popular dance song that had a good beat and always made her feel a little horny for some reason. She climbed on the stage as Rick searched through the CD collection at the DJ's booth. 

"Ready?" he asked after he cued up the song.

Vicki nodded her head and the music started. At first she moved very tentatively and was sure she looked awful. She tried not to think too much about what she was doing. She stared off into the empty darkness as she removed her clothes and danced around the stage. She felt completely awkward and was sure she looked very silly.

When the song ended she stood naked on the stage and self-consciously covered herself. "No, no, don't be shy," Rick said. Vicki prepared herself for the rejection that she was sure would follow and was surprised when he said, "That was great. When can you start?"

"Really?" she replied. "It felt so weird and awkward."

"You'll get over that," Rick said. "Everyone is nervous to start with."

Rick explained that her pay would be based entirely on her tips. She would keep all tips and the house would keep all the cover charges and the beer and food profits. She didn't see any way this job would work out to be as lucrative as the others made it sound. Rick suggested she start on an afternoon shift as the crowds would probably be smaller and it would give her time to get more comfortable. Vicki agreed and they set a start date.

Vicki was terrified on the drive home and for the next few days. How could she have agreed to work as a stripper? She made a few last ditch calls to find another job before her first scheduled shift at the club, but they didn't lead to anything.

She toyed with the idea of simply not showing up for her shift and forgetting the whole thing. However, she also knew that getting a job and making some money was the key to the next step of her life. She needed to be independent enough to move out of her parent's house and ultimately try to get Jon back. Stripping wasn't a long-term solution, but she thought it could be a temporary way to provide some income while she continued looking for a "real" job.

Her heart raced and her stomach twisted into knots as she drove to the club for her first shift. She sat, terrified, in the parking lot for several long minutes before she gathered the courage to go inside. She told herself that this was just another test on her road to recovery and she had to be strong, but she was still more nervous than she ever had been when she pushed the door open.

The club looked exactly the same as when she had auditioned. Rick greeted her with a smile and showed her around. He ended his tour in the dancer's dressing room and gave her a quick introduction to the other dancer who was there getting dressed. She was, in Vicki's opinion, really beautiful and probably at least several years older. Right away Vicki's doubts about her being "hot" enough to do this surfaced and she felt a fresh wave of nerves.

Shortly after Rick left the third dancer scheduled to work arrived. She seemed to be the same age as Vicki and made a comment about working her way through college dancing. She seemed very average looking and this helped calm Vicki and made her feel like she could actually do this.

Both of the other dancers were nice and tried to comfort her. Most importantly, they both seemed "normal" and didn't appear to be strung out on drugs or drunk. 

Despite the efforts of the other two dancers, Vicki was so nervous she almost threw up before her turn on stage. As the other two took their turns on stage Vicki stared at herself in the mirror and thought about running away, getting in her car, and driving home. 

Before she could move one of the other dancers returned to the dressing room. She was completely naked and held a few dollar bills and the dress she had worn when she left to take her turn on stage. "You're up," she said to Vicki. "You can do it. You'll be great."

The first time Vicki stepped through the curtain and onto the stage she was terrified. She secretly hoped that the club would be empty but instead found two guys sitting at the counter next to the stage and a few others lingering at dark tables further back.

She remembered all the advice the other dancers and Rick had given her and somehow she managed to get through her three-song set. The whole time she felt completely silly and awkward and was afraid that at any moment the guys would get up and leave.

Instead, they remained still and watched her whole set. She kept her spot in the rotation the rest of her shift and slipped into the back of the room to watch the other women dance. By the time her shift was over she was completely exhausted from the physical efforts of dancing and the mental strain of being so nervous. 

When she got home that first night two things surprised her. The first was how much money she had made. It certainly wasn't close to what some of the women at rehab had bragged about making in a shift, but it was better money than what she would have made doing minimum wage.

The second thing that surprised her was how horny she felt. As she showered she played with her pussy and quickly brought herself to a wild orgasm. That night she slept like a baby.

As the weeks passed Vicki steadily grew more comfortable when she danced. A part of her still felt a little silly but she slowly learned the tricks of the trade and how to move with the sexual grace the other dancer's possessed. The response she got from the audience let her know that she was doing something right.

Perhaps the thing about stripping that most surprised Vicki was the reversal of her perceptions. Previously she viewed stripping to be about power and control as much as about sex. Before she started stripping she figured that the currency of power was money. The men had it and the strippers wanted it so the men were dominant over the women.

What she discovered, however, was almost exactly the opposite. The "currency" of power and control was not money but lust. As she danced Vicki was filled with the feeling that she was completely in control of those watching and she could dictate what would happen. She was free to do almost anything she wanted as she danced but the men were completely helpless to respond.

As she moved her tits or pussy close to a guy she could see the lust burning in his eyes and could feel their desire to reach out and touch her. She loved the power of being able to toy with their lust and leave them when and how she pleased.

Gradually, as her act grew smoother and her confidence increased, Rick began scheduling her for more of the "big money" shifts. She worked a lot of Friday and Saturday nights and soon was making more money than she ever dreamed.

She also found that she really got off on the way she could tease and control guys with her dancing and with her body. On the nights when the bar was packed it was as if Vicki could feel the testosterone hanging heavily in the air. She reveled in the men's lust as they helplessly watched her. In response, her dancing became more assertive and aggressive.

This carried over outside of work as she enjoyed some of the wildest, most passionate, and satisfying fucks and relationships she had ever felt. Sometimes, when she felt really horny, she would pick up a guy at the club and wildly fuck his brains out long into the night. The guys never failed to be horny as hell and willing to do anything in bed, and Vicki loved using that lust for her pleasure.

At various times she thoroughly explored all of her desires. She directed some guys to fuck her ass until they were utterly spent and others she fucked using her strap on. The first time she pushed the strap on up a guy's ass and heard his moan she nearly came. By the time she was done fucking him she did cum three different times from the wonderful friction between her clit and the small knob on the inside of the strap. She only stopped fucking him when he begged her to let him fuck her to relieve his throbbing cock.

Aside from anal sex she completely explored all of her other desires until they were satisfied. She tried many kinks and became very skilled at fucking and oral sex. Most exciting to her, perhaps, was that she had also become very skilled at reading the men she fucked and controlling them until she got what she wanted before letting them cum.

Vicki also successfully managed to stay away from drinking and drugs during this time. The need for the "high" she had sought before with drugs was instead filled with the sexual "high" she got by dancing. Her parents also helped her to stay clean despite their dislike for her job and her sexual adventures.

Things went great for Vicki for over a year like this. She moved out of her parent's house and into her own small apartment. She was still a few months shy of turning 21 and seemed to have her life back in order. That was when she got the shocking news that she was pregnant again.

She moved back in with her parents when Sara was born so they could help with raising her. To avoid any further surprises Vicki had her tubes tied. She figured being 21 and the mother of two was quite enough for her.

For a long time it was hard for Vicki to reconcile her roles as mother at home and stripper at the club. She thought about quitting her job but then realized that she would never be able to match the money she was making at another job. 

She continued to dance, but she eventually did tone down her wild sex life. The sexual excitement and power she felt from dancing remained as strong as ever. She occasionally picked up a guy at a bar or after work and fucked him until he was unable to get hard any longer, but this didn't happen nearly as frequently as before.

One side effect of her reduced number of fucks was that she built a huge array of sex toys and used them often. She often masturbated after work to relieve her pent up emotions and soon had a drawer full of vibrators, dildos, and other toys to satisfy herself. It never compared to being with a man, but it was a small sacrifice to make for Sara.

It was several years later before Vicki began talking to her aunt about playing a role in Jon's life. Vicki kept in touch with them and always sent Jon cards and gifts on special occasions, but now she hoped to tell Jon the truth and resume a role as a mother to him.

They worked out a plan that slowly introduced Vicki to Jon's life, but after talking they decided to hold off on telling Jon the truth about Vicki being his mom. Jon knew that he had been "adopted" but that was it. Eventually, they decided to wait until he was older to tell him.

Vicki changed jobs a few times over the years as Sara grew up. At first she changed clubs to find ones that more suited her style. The last club she danced at advertised that it catered to men who preferred "experienced" women. It was a very upscale club with a high profile, very rich customer base. While this club employed its share of 18-22 year old dancers it also kept a small number of older dancers to cater to the specific desires of some of their customers.

Vicki made a great living at this club until she was 32. By now she had many contacts in the adult entertainment industry in town and began exploring other options. She was still doing well at the club but living the lifestyle of a dancer was beginning to wear on her.

A friend told her about an exclusive club that featured "private shows". Vicki visited the club and found a small, tasteful bar where several women mingled with a very distinguished looking client base. The guys reminded her of the ones at the club where she worked. The women covered just about every age range with a couple looking barely 21 and one that Vicki guessed was probably in her 50's. No matter what their age each woman had at least one guy flirting with her.

The place was set up so that customers could mingle with the performers in the bar. When they found one they liked they would go down a long hallway to one of the half dozen or so small rooms. Each room featured a couch, a padded chair, and a big mirror along one wall. For a large fee the men would get a private show in one of these rooms.

Vicki knew one of the women who worked there and asked what happened behind closed doors in the rooms. According to her friend it varied depending on how much the guy tipped and how into it he was. However, it was most common for the dancer to jerk the guy off at the end of the show. Her friend said that sometimes things would get "more intimate", but she wouldn't elaborate despite Vicki asking many more questions.

Vicki wasn't sure how she felt about becoming what she considered a high priced prostitute. Finally, she decided to pick up some shifts at the new club to see how it went. It wasn't long into her first shift when a decent looking guy sat next to her and began talking. Before long he asked if she was available for a show. She told him yes and they walked down the long hallway toward the small rooms.

Before reaching the rooms a bouncer met the customer and collected the fee for the performance. The bouncer told the customer that tips were expected up front and that he would hold the money for the dancer until after the show ended. Vicki knew from her friend, however, that it wasn't uncommon for the men to slip them some extra money once inside the room to try and earn extra "attention".

Vicki's customer gave the bouncer a better than average tip clearly indicating that he was looking forward to something special. Once alone in the room Vicki performed a slow, seductive striptease for him. This one was different for her for several reasons. The first was that he began removing his clothes along with her so that by the time she was down to her thong and bra he sat naked with his hard cock standing tall off his lap.

The other thing that made this very different was that he lightly fondled her as she danced for him. She crawled onto the couch straddling his legs and pressed her tits against his face. He moaned as the smooth material of her bra brushed back and forth over his face and then let out a longer groan when she opened her bra and brushed her tits back and forth against his face.

She often teased guys at the strip clubs like this, comfortable with the knowledge that they were not allowed to respond or touch her. There were no such rules here, however, and he reached up and tried to fondle her tits. She playfully redirected his hands to her ass. He immediately fondled and caressed her ass with an urgency and wantonness that made her pussy ache. 

Before she knew what had happened she felt his lips close around one of her nipples and felt his tongue lick her. She gasped in surprise but didn't pull away as he continued to hungrily suck her nipple. As she brushed her tits back and forth he either switched to the other nipple or simply kissed and licked her soft tits.

This continued for a long time. He seemed very satisfied by the position and Vicki grew surprisingly aroused and very aware of his hard cock brushing against her inner thigh. When she first felt it she was concerned he wanted to fuck her. At first this idea scared her but as her own lust grew she wondered if it might be fun.

Both of them jumped at the soft knock on the door. Vicki knew that the bouncers gave the knock to indicate there were five minutes left in the show. She glided off his lap and finally removed her thong, drawing a groan of lust from him as he stared at her naked body.

"So," she said in her most teasing, sexy voice, "what did you have in mind?"

"Touch me," he gasped.

Vicki crawled onto the couch again but this time sat beside him. She looked deeply into his eyes as she lightly ran her fingers over his rock hard shaft. He groaned loudly at her touch and then again when she started to stroke his cock. The look of pure wanting and lust in his eyes was the same that she had seen before in the club when she danced, but now it seemed amplified many times over.


In Mom's Footsteps Ch. 02



Despite Vicki's efforts she had no luck finding a lover over the next few weeks. She found a few guys, like Tony, who were good for quick, one night stands, but she wanted something more than rushed quickies. Unfortunately, her line of work didn't lead to her meeting a lot of guys looking for more than a quick fuck.

Finally, she decided to try something a few of her friends from work at the club had talked about. Some of her co-workers had hired themselves as "escorts" to some of their regular customers. This meant, usually, that they would be their customer's dates for a night out. These dates would always end with them fucking at the end of the night. It was understood that was part of the deal when the guys hired the escorts. 

A couple of Vicki's regular customers had inquired to her previously about doing escort work but Vicki always turned down the offers. She knew that ultimately this would only be a one-night stand, but at least she felt like she knew these guys already and had some type of relationship with them. Besides, from what her co-workers said it was great money and often ended up being a fun night out on the town.

When one of these regulars next showed up at the club Vicki dropped a hint that she might be interested in serving as his escort at some point if he was interested and gave him her cell number at the end of their session. She did the same with a few of her other regulars and was rather surprised when one of them called a few days later.

They quickly set a date and location to meet. Vicki took the time to get very dolled up for the date for a couple of reasons. First, she wanted to give Dan his money's worth and getting all dressed up like this made her feel sexy.

Dan's jaw just about hit the floor when he saw her. In fact, at first he didn't seem to recognize her in the fancy dress and with all her jewelry. She always dressed well at the club, but in that environment she knew she would soon be getting naked and so didn't take the time to put the finishing touches on her hair or clothes that she did tonight.

Dan was clearly appreciative of her appearance and they set out on a "date" together. They first enjoyed dinner before going to an upscale bar for some drinks. Dan wasn't the best looking guy she had ever been with, but he also wasn't the worst and Vicki found herself enjoying the night out far more than she thought. 

She enjoying flirting and teasing Dan and the way he looked after her. It seemed he enjoyed having a beautiful woman as his date and he wanted to make sure everyone noticed her and how well he was taking care of her.

The night ended back at Dan's place with the two of them fucking well into the night. To Vicki's surprise she found Dan much more willing to attend to her needs in this environment. At the club Dan usually was all about getting himself off and leaving, but here he was more comfortable and attentive to her. By the time they were done she had cum twice and had made him cum three times.

After this she continued working as an "escort" for some of her regulars and enjoyed it immensely. About a month later Bob, another of her regulars, set up a night out with her. He hinted that he had something kinky planned and Vicki found herself looking forward to the night immensely.

Bob met her at the appointed spot right on schedule. He drove them directly to the strip club where Sara currently worked. "You game?" Bob asked playfully as he pulled into the parking lot.

For a moment Vicki's mind reeled in terror. Did he know about Sara? Had he brought her here to make her watch her daughter dance naked? She quickly dismissed these ideas as silly because she knew there was no way he could have known Sara was her daughter. Probably the only person who did know was the club's owner and he wasn't the type of guy to share those sorts of secrets. Anyone who had been in the business as long as him had learned long ago to keep their mouth shut when it came to any sort of personal details about their dancer's lives.

Vicki did some quick calculations and realized that Sara wouldn't even be working tonight. She knew that Sara's schedule had recently changed due to this semester's class schedule, but she didn't think Sara would be working.

Vicki told Bob she was absolutely game and Bob was visibly excited. Vicki was also a little excited at his plan for the evening.

They went in and initially sat near the bar as Bob had a few rounds of drinks. They watched the dancers some but mostly just talked. After a while Bob suggested they move to get a closer look. Vicki knew right away he wanted to move to the row of seats right next to the stage. This is where to go if you wanted a close view and wanted to have the dancers play with their tits or pussies right in front on you.

For the first time in a while, Vicki looked up at the dancer and realized she hadn't been there when they arrived. She glanced at her watch and knew that the new shift of dancers would have started a little while ago. As she expected, when they settled at the edge of the stage Bob put his money in front of her. 

She had seen this many times before from the dancer's perspective. Men loved watching the strippers dance for their dates and would often put the money in front of their dates to ensure the strippers would linger there. Vicki felt a little flush of excitement at the prospect of getting to experience this from the other side.

The dancer almost immediately slithered over to her and began to luridly swing her hips before leaning over and bringing her tits just inches from Vicki's face. Vicki watched the woman's tits sway teasingly and briefly made eye contact with the dancer before the dancer stood up and massaged her tits lavishly while staring right at Vicki. Vicki could feel her pussy getting wet and enjoyed the rest of the dancer's set.

Another dancer took her turn on the stage and, although she was a skilled dancer, Vicki didn't find her very attractive. When her final song ended Vicki jumped when the DJ announced that next up would be Sunny.

It was true that Sara wasn't supposed to work that night, but she had switched nights with another dancer because one of her labs had been rescheduled due to the professor being ill. She hadn't bothered to tell Vicki before she left thinking nothing of it.

Vicki's stomach knotted. She turned to Bob and asked if he was ready to go. "I'm just getting started," Bob replied with a look that made it clear he loved watching the naked women dance for her. Vicki wanted to run but felt frozen in place even as Sara appeared from the dressing room and moved to the stage. Sara started on the other side of the stage and danced for the customers over there.

Vicki breathed a sigh of relief for this pardon, but soon Sara twirled and danced over toward them. Sara had been looking down and it wasn't until she was dancing erotically just feet in front of her mother that Sara looked up and they made eye contact.

Sara tried to mask her surprise and, considering how big a surprise it probably was, she did a great job. Vicki could see a million questions behind Sara's eyes as Sara almost imperceptibly stopped dancing before picking up the beat again. As Sara turned away she started pulling off her top.

"I think she likes you," Bob whispered to Vicki as Sara turned away. Vicki smiled thinking there was no way he would believe what was really happening. When Sara returned to the spot in front of Vicki Bob had placed even more money in front of her. As was the protocol with that much money in front of someone Sara lingered for a long while in front of Vicki.

Vicki tried not to look and part of her mind screamed that this was wrong and she needed to stop it regardless of what Bob would think. Rationally she knew this was not the way mothers and daughters were supposed to interact. However, through the combination of her own excitement and the lusty environment she wasn't in any place to think rationally. Against her better judgment Vicki gazed up at Sara and was greeted by the sight of Sara teasing and playing with her tight nipples.

With the combination of the lighting, her sight angle up to the stage, Sara's lurid teasing and dancing, and Sara's makeup, it was nearly impossible for Vicki to even recognize this dancer as her daughter. For a few seconds Vicki was swept up in the amazingly sexy dancing and the raw sexuality of the dancer before her. When her mind snapped back to the realization of who exactly this dancer was it provoked a very unexpected reaction. Again, a small part of Vicki begged her to stop and scolded her for sitting there when she should be doing anything but that. However, a surprising part of her felt a utterly forbidden thrill.

She knew that guys ordinarily went crazy for the sight of a stripper dancing for a female customer, and she felt a nasty glee thinking that the guys surrounding the stage, and especially Bob, would go absolutely out of their minds if they knew the real truth.

For the rest of Sara's set Bob continued to pour money in front of Vicki, and Sara continued to give Vicki exactly the type of nasty, lurid, wanton show that the money deserved. Sara was really an exceptional dancer and seemed to have a pure animal grace and radiant desire when she danced. She also had those sexy nipples that stood out long and hard nearly the whole time she danced. She used her nipples to absolute perfection, teasing them just enough to excite but still leave the customers wanting more.

Bob and Vicki moved away from the stage and refilled their drinks after Sara's set. Clearly Bob had been wildly excited watching Sara and Vicki interact and had decided to focus his money when Sara was dancing. For the next hour or so they repeated this sequence by moving to the stage whenever "Sunny" was introduced and moving away when her set was done.

While at the stage Bob put obscene amounts of money in front of Vicki until it got to the point where Sara was spending nearly her entire set dancing directly in front of her mother. If Sara was uncomfortable with what was happening she didn't let on at all and her dancing teased Vicki in every imaginable way. 

For Vicki the most difficult part was when Sara would move very close to her and lean toward her. Sara placed her hands on Vicki's shoulders and let her tits dangle mere inches in front of Vicki's face. This move drew such a wild reaction from Bob that Sara repeated it often. Vicki felt a frightening range of emotions as she stared at Sara's sweet tits hanging so perfectly before her.

Again a part of her knew this was wrong but by now that voice was a mere tiny whisper compared to the screaming lust filling her mind. More powerful and overwhelming was the shocking desire that Vicki felt at the closeness of this sexy, wanton female body. 

The thing that pushed Vicki to unknown heights of lust was the scent of Sara's body. Vicki could smell the sexy lotion that Sara used when she danced and the smell brought back a flood of memories as she had used the same brand back when she danced in the clubs. However, there was a more raw, natural smell there also that Vicki could sense. It was something that Vicki had previously referred to simply as the "essence of woman" and it brought back a flood of memories and emotions from previous times she had fucked other women.

An alarming urge from within Vicki wanted to lean forward just those last couple of inches and feel Sara's smooth, soft tits against her face. Vicki yearned to feel the hardness of Sara's tits brushing on her cheeks and lips, but she knew she couldn't. Not only was it against the club rules to touch the dancers, she also knew that she shouldn't for far deeper reasons. In addition to all this, a tiny voice worried that if she had even that much contact she might not be able to control her frenzied lust and she was afraid of where that might lead. 

Suddenly, at the end of Sara's set Bob touched Vicki's knee and whispered, "Let's go."

As Vicki stood up she was a complete jumble of emotions. Part of her was glad to be able to get out of this awkward and wrong situation. She was definitely looking forward to fucking the hell out of Bob and relieving the intense desire she felt in her aching, wet pussy. However, part of her was sad to leave what had certainly been the most confusing, erotic, intense, sexiest moment in her life. 

Considering all that Vicki had been through in her years of work in the sex industry that was saying a lot. However, there was no doubt that having Sara dance for her like that made her feel things, both good and bad, that she had never felt before. Her head was still spinning even as they got in Bob's car and drove very quickly to the hotel Bob had reserved. If Bob's lust was indicated by his speed of driving he was as ready to fuck as Vicki.

They fell into a wild embrace as soon as the hotel room door closed behind them. Vicki could already feel his rock hard cock through his pants as their tongues wrestled wildly. They began wildly pulling off their clothes until they resumed their frantic kiss with their naked bodies rubbing wildly together.

Vicki's pussy was burning with lust and she could feel her heavy juices on the insides of her thighs. Ordinarily Vicki loved long and drawn out foreplay before fucking but she knew there would be time for that sort of gentle teasing and play later. Right now all she wanted was to feel Bob's hard cock filling her pussy.

She reached down and fondled Bob's cock. Nearly its entire tip was already coated with his pre-cum and he let out a long groan at her touch. They fell onto the bed together and Bob immediately moved between Vicki's spread thighs. With one hard thrust he pushed his full length all the way inside her hot pussy as they let out mutual moans of desire.

Immediately Bob started plunging his cock into her wildly. The bed shook and creaked and the headboard bounced off the wall as they slammed their bodies together wantonly to relieve their wild lust. Their fuck was animal and primal in its intensity and urgency. Both of them grunted and gasped frantically as Bob pounded into Vicki's hungry pussy.

As excited as they both were this fuck only lasted a few minutes. With one last forceful thrust Bob drove as deeply inside Vicki as he could and grunted loudly as his cock started pumping a huge load of cum inside her. Vicki had been teetering on the brink of her own orgasm and the feeling of Bob's hot cum surging inside her was more than enough to make her cum.

Vicki let out a primal scream and without even knowing it she raked her nails wildly across Bob's back as she started to cum. Her body tensed and her pussy exploded into a series of spasms. It was like her pussy tried to milk all of Bob's cum out of his cock. As her orgasm peaked Vicki lost track of reality briefly and she may have even blacked out. She hadn't cum that hard in a long time.

They finished their intense mutual orgasms and collapsed together on the bed. Bob fell next to Vicki and they wrapped their arms around each other as both seemingly needed a few moments to recover from their wild fuck.

Eventually Bob rolled over facing Vicki and they met in a long, slow kiss. The kiss soon grew more passionate and it wasn't long until Bob's tongue slipped between Vicki's lips. Vicki parted her lips and their tongues began a long, teasing dance.

Vicki could already sense Bob's desire despite having just completed their intense fuck. Vicki's lust was still peaked even after her own wild orgasm and she eagerly dove into Bob's hungry kiss.

Eventually Bob kissed his way down her jaw line and then slowly down her neck. Vicki groaned wildly as Bob nibbled and kissed the sensitive skin at the base of her neck before he moved down and kissed and licked the length of her collarbone.

Vicki moaned again and she happily thought that this was the kind of slow teasing that she would never receive during her work at the club or even during her other quick fucks with guys like Tony. It seemed completely counter intuitive, but somehow it seemed like becoming a prostitute was leading to better sex. Of course, nothing about her life could really be classified as normal, so why should this be any different?

Eventually Bob made his way down to Vicki's tits. He slowly and teasingly kissed her all over her excited, soft tits. He rolled her nipples between his lips causing her to groan deeply and causing them to quickly grow tight and hard in Bob's mouth.

As Bob suckled on her nipple Vicki's mind flashed to a thought that simultaneously made her feel wildly excited and very nasty. As her own nipples became rock hard in Bob's surprisingly adept mouth she thought back to how Sara's nipples looked. She had never really thought about the appearance of her own nipples, but now she wondered if her nipples looked as tantalizing and sexy as Sara's. 

She lifted her head to look at her nipples, but just then Bob sucked one into his mouth firmly and swirled his tongue around and around its hard point. She dropped her head back onto the soft pillow and moaned. From that point she simply giving herself over to Bob's hungry mouth.

Eventually, Bob let her nipple pop out of his mouth and he looked up at Vicki's face. She lifted her head and gazed down into Bob's face. The mischievous look in Bob's eye immediately let her know he had something nasty on his mind.

Bob smiled wickedly and his mouth formed into a sly smile before he spoke. "Did you like that dancer?"

Vicki knew immediately which dancer he meant but she hoped she might be wrong. She looked at Bob with a questioning expression before Bob added, "You know, Sunny." Vicki's only reply was to let out a small gasp.

Bob took her gasp as an affirmative and gave her nipple a slow, teasing lick before he continued. "Did she turn you on?" he asked.

Vicki groaned and heard her reply before she realized she was ready to give it. "Yesss," she hissed.

"I could tell," Bob answered, clearly becoming more excited. "Do you wish you could have touched her?"

"Yes," Vicki gasped.

"Tell me," Bob said excitedly, "tell me what you would do."

Vicki groaned and felt the last of her resistance to this nasty talk fading away. She knew it was only harmless fuck talk from a horny guy, but he had no idea what he was saying to her. Finally, she decided to play his game all the while feeling an incredibly forbidden, nasty thrill.

"Her nipples," Vicki sighed, "I wanted to kiss her nipples."

Now it was Bob's turn to groan. "Like this?" he asked as he lowered his mouth to her nipple and began kissing her.

Vicki groaned and said, "Yes, like that. Then I would put her hard nipple in my mouth and suck on it." As she spoke Bob acted out her words causing her to moan excitedly.

Vicki continued describing how she wanted to suck Sara's tits as Bob acted out Vicki's comments. Vicki's mind was now completely engrossed in her fantasy. Her eyes were closed and in her mind she was naked in this bed with Sara. She could practically feel Sara's stiff nipple in her mouth.

Her pussy was again soaking wet as she gave herself over completely to the most forbidden, taboo fantasy she could ever imagine. Even the night after she had demonstrated for Sara how to strip never felt like this. On that night she felt a jumble of emotions caused by the desire she saw in Sara's eyes, but her thoughts were now fully engrossed in a wild fantasy world where she and Sara eagerly engaged in hungry foreplay.

"Would you suck her pussy?" Bob asked.

"No," Vicki moaned, "I want her to suck mine first." Bob groaned and kissed his way down her stomach until his head was positioned between her spread thighs.

Without any provoking Vicki continued to describe how Sara would suck her pussy and how it would make her feel. Again, Bob acted out every single lick and suck that Vicki described.




In Mom's Footsteps Ch. 02



Vicki continued describing the wild scene in her mind and now the sensations were intensified. She had intentionally switched the setting in her mind so she could feel the same sensations she would be feeling in her fantasy.

In truth the pleasure she felt only partially came from Bob. Despite his skillful teasing of her nipples his skill at her pussy wasn't nearly the same. However, none of that mattered because the intensity of her fantasy was more than enough to drive her rapidly toward another orgasm.

She closed her eyes and imagined it was Sara licking and sucking her pussy. She imagined that this was Sara's first time with another woman and that is why she was a little unskilled.

The very idea that Vicki could even think of being the first woman to fuck her own daughter was so wrong but so wildly exciting that Vicki quickly came to the edge of her next orgasm. She held herself back as long as she could as she described in graphic detail how Sara would suck her pussy.

"She'd fuck me with her tongue," Vicki moaned. "Faster...faster..." she gasped as she decided it was time to cum. "Now, she'd find my clit. Yesssss. Up, over, ummmmm, yessss!" she cried as his tongue found her swollen clit. "She'd lick it," she continued. "Now, now she'd suck it. Yes, harder!" 

At that point Vicki's body tensed and trembled as she felt the waves of her orgasm building rapidly to an intense climax. She cried out as she came and squeezed Bob's head between her thighs as her orgasm peaked.

In her mind, however, it was Sara's head between her legs. She could practically feel her daughter's smooth, silky skin brushing against her legs and stomach. She could feel her daughter's hair tickling her skin. The image of Sara at her pussy was so intense that she felt like she could reach out and touch her daughter. In that moment she realized how much she desperately wanted her vision to be true, to be able to lift her head and see her only daughter tenderly licking and kissing her pussy in the warm afterglow of a powerful orgasm.

Instead she lifted her head and looked down into the face of Bob. His eyes burned with a wild lust as it was clear that Vicki's nasty talk about "Sunny" had driven him into a wild frenzy. Bob lay down next to her and asked Vicki to fuck him.

Vicki smoothly rolled over and mounted Bob sliding his rock hard cock into her wet pussy. Bob groaned in delight as Vicki rode up and down over him. She sat up straight over him and expertly controlled his desire and kept him in control.

She rode him for a long time as Bob stared up at her wantonly. He reached up and groped at her tits excitedly. As she continued to fuck him she had a wicked idea. She gazed down at him and gave him a wicked smile. 

"How would you like her to be here right now?" she asked.

Bob's eyes widened into big circles at the idea of her suggestion. It was clear that he hadn't thought about this concept. Vicki began to vividly describe how Sunny would first simply watch them fuck like this as she played with her tits and pussy. Before long Sunny would be so excited she would crawl onto the bed and straddle Bob's face.

Vicki talked about how Sunny's wet pussy would feel and taste as she sat on Bob's face. In her mind she imagined what Sara would look like sitting so close to her on top of Bob's face. Vicki imagined watching Sara's lust and excitement grow and she remembered the lust she saw in Sara's eyes the night she danced for her.

Her pussy tingled at the memory of Sara's eyes glimmering with lust and she imagined that she leaned forward as she continued fucking Bob and met her daughter in a deep, slow kiss. At first their lips met softly and brushed lightly together but soon their lips parted and their tongues met. Vicki imagined Sara's tongue and face to be softer and smoother than her other female lovers had been.

As she imagined this new fantasy she continued to vividly describe everything for Bob. By now Bob had heard and felt far too much to remain in control. He bucked his hips up and down frantically for a few seconds before he started cumming. 

As she felt Bob's cum filling her she continued to imagine kissing Sara. She imagined Sara cumming at the same time as Bob. The desire to cum with her daughter, even if just in a fantasy, was overwhelming. Vicki dropped her hands to her clit and teased her clit relentlessly as Bob spurted the last of his cum inside her.

Vicki kept her eyes closed and imagined Sara reaching across Bob's body to play with her clit. It only took a few minutes of this fantasy to bring Vicki to yet another orgasm. Bob watched excitedly as Vicki brought herself off while sitting over him.

For a while afterwards Bob and Vicki lay together kissing and holding each other. It seemed Bob was done for the night but Vicki still needed more. She was now convinced that she wanted her fantasies of Sara to come true and the idea of that made her feel nasty and very, very horny.

She practically attacked Bob's limp cock and sucked and licked it wildly. Between her hungry mouth and her practiced hands she soon had his cock growing again. Bob's wild moans made Vicki wonder if he even knew he was capable of getting hard again so soon.

When he was nearly fully hard Vicki crawled over him in the 69 position. She hungrily sucked his cock and pushed her pussy down on Bob's face. She imagined she was with Sara as she and Bob teased each other wildly.

Eventually, Vicki crawled off Bob and got on her hands and knees. Bob immediately moved behind her and shoved his hard cock into her pussy. Vicki pressed her face into the pillow and slipped one of her hands down her stomach to her clit.

Vicki tickled her clit and again entered her fantasy world. She pictured Sara lying in front of her with her legs spread wide. Vicki remembered how Sara's pussy hair had been trimmed into a tight little V pointing at her pouting pussy lips.

She imagined how Sara's pussy would smell and pictured herself reaching out her tongue and running it through Sara's pussy hair. Vicki imagined slowly dragging her tongue down until she found her daughter's clit. She soon had Sara groaning and wriggling as she came ever closer to having her first orgasm with another woman.

Vicki imagined working her tongue up Sara's pussy and tasting her sweet pussy juice. Vicki soon felt another orgasm approaching and to make her nasty vision even more raunchy she imagined that she let her tongue slip down even more until she could feel Sara's tight, puckered asshole under her tongue.

Several times Sara had spread her ass cheeks and showed off her asshole while she danced. Vicki remembered exactly how it looked as she now imagined pushing her tongue inside. Just as Vicki started to cum once again she imagined that she moved back to Sara's clit and sucked it eagerly.

In her mind Sara exploded into her own orgasm just as Vicki's orgasm erupted. Feeling Vicki cumming again was far too much for Bob and he pounded into her for just a few more strokes before he started cumming again. The whole time Vicki had been enveloped in her fantasy of sucking Sara's pussy Bob had firmly fucked her as he grasped her hips and drove her back and forth as he stroked. When they finished cumming they both collapsed together and fell asleep soon afterward. 



In Mom's Footsteps Ch. 03



The sun had risen by the time Vicki and Bob woke up. Bob drove her back to their meeting point from the previous night. He couldn't stop smiling and clearly felt he had received far more than his money's worth from the previous night. After saying goodbye she got in her car and drove home.

When Vicki arrived home she experienced a tangle of emotions. On the positive side she felt very well fucked and satisfied. However, offsetting that was a lingering guilt about what had happened. She admonished herself for watching Sara strip instead of finding some way, any way, to avoid it. She also felt guilty about the intense fantasy she had created as she and Bob fucked.

Surely Bob had started the dirty talk thinking it would be fun to hear her talk about fucking another woman. In those wild lustful moments Vicki wanted nothing more than to fuck Sara. She wanted to tease Sara's tits, suck her pussy, and let Sara explore her completely.

Fortunately, Sara was still asleep when Vicki arrived home. Vicki was glad to have a little more time to compose herself before having to face Sara. Even though Sara wouldn't know about Vicki's fantasies there would be questions enough about the encounter at the strip club.

Vicki stepped into the shower and hoped the conversation with Sara wouldn't be too awkward. She took a long, hot shower and realized that what she really wanted to know is how it made Sara feel to dance for her mom. Vicki knew how it made her feel, and the horny part of her mind wanted to know if Sara felt the same way.

However, as she dried off Vicki pushed that idea aside. She scolded herself for being a pervert or a weirdo. What was she expecting Sara to say? Even if Sara did say something, what did Vicki think would happen next? Vicki knew rationally that she was being ridiculous but she also knew her taboo fantasy was very exciting.

Vicki lounged in bed for a while before she decided to call her son. She hoped maybe that talking with him would snap her out of the silly fantasy world she had created with Sara.

She and Jon talked regularly now and visited as often as they could. He lived a couple of hours away, so it wasn't too hard to make the drive to get together for a day out or a nice dinner. Vicki drew great comfort from reconnecting with her son. She knew that they didn't quite have a typical mother-son sort of relationship, but she could hardly expect that after all that had happened.

Instead they seemed to be forging their own sort of relationship, but Vicki felt them getting closer and she was thankful for what she had. She did feel a bit of lingering guilt about the relationship between Sara and Jon. She felt bad that they had been deprived of a normal brother-sister type of relationship. Vicki could see the similarities in their personalities and was sure they would have formed a close sibling bond if they had grown up together.

Instead, they had something closer to the relationship of cousins who lived far apart and saw each other infrequently. They were friendly but didn't seem to go out of their way to talk or make contact with each other. Vicki hoped they would become closer but she wasn't about to force either of them into anything.

She and Jon chatted for a while. They finally said their good-byes and made plans to talk again soon. After she hung up she felt the now familiar pang of guilt at the secret she kept from Jon. 

After all she had been through she promised herself to be open and honest with her kids about what she did and why she did it. She still hadn't told Sara the full extent of what she did at work. Instead, she told her that she performed private dances rather than saying she was a prostitute and Sara accepted that. However, Vicki knew that with Sara now in the business it would only be a matter of time, if she hadn't already figured it out, before Sara understood what happens at the clubs like the one where she worked.

She could never bring herself to tell Jon about any of her past work as a stripper or what she did now. She still didn't know why. Initially she guessed that maybe she didn't want to scare him away or make him feel weird about her, but now the lie had gone on for so long that she felt like she was trapped and couldn't tell him the truth.

When she finally left her bedroom, wearing only her loose bathrobe, she headed for the kitchen. She was surprised to find Sara sitting at the table eating a banana and looking at the previous day's mail. Sara was dressed only in the oversized T-shirt she wore to sleep in and looked like she had just gotten up.

"Morning," Sara said to her mom as Vicki stepped into the room. There was something a little knowing and teasing about Sara's tone. "I was a little worried about you, you know, with being out like that."

"Sorry I didn't call," Vicki replied with a smile at hearing Sara act like the mother. "I guess I didn't expect to be out that late."

"So, who was the guy?" Sara asked.

Vicki answered that it was Bob, a guy she knew from work. "He didn't look like a bouncer, is he a bartender there?" Sara asked.

"No," Vicki answered sheepishly, "he's one of my customers."

"Mom!" Sara answered in a playfully scolding tone. It was one of the unwritten rules of the business that dancers don't get personally involved with the customers. It helped to avoid any conflicts between reality and fantasy and kept everyone acting properly.

However, both Sara and Vicki knew that even though this was supposed to be one of the big "rules" that virtually every dancer had broken it at some point. Vicki knew from her own experiences that when she was feeling particularly horny it was very easy to pick up a guy at the club for a quick fuck. It only took a bit of extra attention to have the guy totally wrapped around her finger and ready to fuck.

Vicki was still wrestling with how to bring up the subject of the club, but Sara got to it first. "So, um, whose idea was it for you two to come to the club?" she asked.

The fact that Sara thought it might have been Vicki's idea was unexpected and Vicki felt a little tingle of excitement. Vicki said it was Bob's idea but Sara still had more questions.

She didn't directly ask the question, but it was clear what Sara wanted to know. Sara wanted to know why Vicki had remained at the edge of the stage and why she hadn't left when she knew Sara was dancing.

Vicki knew this was her time to come clean and so she explained that she couldn't. In response to Sara's quizzical look Vicki confessed that she had started working as an escort with some of her regular customers from the club. As Vicki explained Sara was far less shocked or upset than Vicki had imagined.

Sara's next question threw Vicki for a loop. "Did you fuck him?" Sara asked. Vicki was dumbstruck as she stared at Sara, shocked by her frankness. "Come on mom," Sara said. "I heard one of the girls at the club talking about doing some part time work at a place doing private dances, so I asked her about it. She told me that the real money was in giving guys hand jobs and that in some places the girls made a ton of money sucking guy's cocks or fucking them."

Sara paused and was about to speak again when Vicki began talking. Vicki told Sara that it was true. She admitted that she fucked and sucked some of her customers and had been doing it for a long time. After Vicki's confession she and Sara talked for a long time.

Vicki was happy and relieved that Sara took the news as well as could be expected. It certainly isn't every day that a daughter finds out her mom is essentially a prostitute. Sara told Vicki that she wished she would have been more honest about her job but said she was fine with it as long as Vicki was OK.

The whole time they spoke Vicki couldn't help but think that there was something else on Sara's mind. It seemed like Sara had something she wanted to say or ask. Every so often there was a particular gleam in Sara's eye that made Vicki think she was up to something. However, as their conversation ended Sara left to get showered and dressed and she hadn't yet brought up whatever it was on her mind. Vicki was very curious but she had already delved into enough sensitive subjects with Sara this morning and she didn't want to risk bringing up another one before Sara was ready.

It only took a couple of days before Vicki learned what Sara had on her mind. Sara brought it up very casually over dinner. "Mom," she began, "I was talking with Nick down at the club the other day." Nick was the club's owner who Vicki knew from her days dancing there. "He told me you came in a few days after I started to watch me. He also commented about how good he thought you looked."

Sara paused before continuing, "Nick suggested something to me that I thought sounded crazy, but the more I looked into it and talked with some other girls at the club I don't know..." her voice trailed off.

"What?" Vicki asked dying to know what Nick had suggested her daughter get into.

"Well," Sara continued, "he suggested we should get into the private show business together. He told me that he knew of a pair that pretended to be mother and daughter a few years ago and made a ton of money doing private shows. He said they didn't look anything like each other and that the older woman really wasn't very good looking, but guys were willing to pay a ton of money for the fantasy of a mother-daughter team."

"I don't know..." Vicki said trying to stop Sara before she went any farther.

Sara, however, was on a roll and continued talking, "Nick said he was sure with our similar features and how good we looked that we could make as much money as wanted. The other two left town and there isn't anyone around doing shows like that."

Vicki opened her mouth to say something but stopped as Sara added, "If we did nearly as well as Nick thinks we could probably quit our other jobs and set our own schedules."

That was an idea that held some merit for Vicki and it made her pause to think. She knew Nick had a great feel for the business after having been in the industry for so long. He wasn't often wrong about things like that and Vicki knew that if Nick felt strongly they could make good money it was probably true.

Sara seemed encouraged by Vicki's pause and continued talking. Sara had already done some research and talked to some of the adult industry magazines in town to ask about advertising rates. She had talked with Nick again to get his ideas on how to advertise and he gave her a bunch of suggestions. Sara had followed up on many of his suggestions and went to her room to retrieve a file of her notes and information.

Vicki was overwhelmed by the amount of work and thought that Sara had invested in this idea. On one hand what Sara said sounded reasonable and interesting, but many questions swirled through her mind. Even before she got to those questions there was the huge roadblock of actually doing something like that with Sara.

When Sara finally exhausted her information and arguments she paused. Vicki didn't quite know where to start with her response and so they sat for a few moments looking at each other across the table.

Vicki knew that these private shows were a lot like working as an escort. Some private shows were as simple as going to a customer's house or hotel room and dancing and stripping for them. Most of the time the shows also included a hand job, but it was not uncommon for the shows to also include a blowjob or fuck.

A couple of women at the club had worked together on some private shows a few years ago and Vicki remembered what they said about them. They advertised as two girl shows and the guys paid quite a lot. They said that most of the time they stripped together and did a little teasing and touching of each others tits or asses but it rarely went beyond that. They did say there were a couple of times, with the right guy and the right amount of money, when they engaged in far more together. A few times their shows consisted of them fucking and sucking each other as the guy either watched or joined in.

Did Sara really know what she was suggesting? Did she realize this might mean they would need to get sexual with each other? "How would the shows work?" Vicki asked trying to see what Sara had in mind.

"Well," Sara replied, "Nick said the previous mother-daughter team ran an add that said you could hire either or both of them."

"What if they hired both?" Vicki asked.

Sara smiled and replied, "Well, first we'd charge them a ton of money. Nick said we'd be able to charge way more than other two girl shows because we could sell the mother-daughter fantasy."

"But what would we do?" Vicki asked.

Sara said that she figured they could just strip and do a dance together. "You know Sara," Vicki replied, "a lot of those guys want more than that."

"Well, you've already been doing things like that for a while, right? So it can't be all that bad. I figure if the guy wants more then one of us can oblige," she added with a wide smile that suggested she wouldn't be opposed to helping out some of these guys.

Vicki again asked, "But what if they want us to do something together?"

"Then we'll make them pay a ton of money," Sara laughed. She replied that they could create a ground rule up front that it wouldn't be a lesbian show. Even as she said this Vicki noticed that Sara never said she wouldn't do it or wouldn't be interested in doing it. Perhaps it was just an oversight from Sara, but it made Vicki wonder.

Vicki continued to make sure Sara understood what she was suggesting, "Yes, but even with that the guys will surely expect a little more than us dancing next to each other."

"What do you mean?" Sara asked.

Vicki told her about the women who had done the two women private shows and how it was expected that they do some touching of each other. Sara seemingly hadn't expected this and she paused as she thought about it. 

"I didn't know that," Sara said. She paused for a moment and Vicki wondered if this new knowledge would change her mind. Unexpectedly Sara said, "I think I could do it."

She looked at Vicki and for a few seconds they stared at each other with Vicki not knowing what to say. Her daughter just said she wouldn't have a problem with touching her tits or ass as they danced naked together. Vicki didn't know how to feel about that comment or about this whole idea in general. She sat in a state of shock until Sara asked, "So, could you do that?"

Vicki stared into Sara's eyes and saw something there that she had seen that night she showed Sara how to strip. It was a glimmer of excitement and lust and it had a profound effect on Vicki that she didn't expect. Before she had time to think about what she was saying Vicki heard herself answer, "Yes."

Sara smiled a wide, sexy smile and became very excited. Seemingly in her mind they had agreed to do it and she talked excitedly about making plans and getting photo shoots for the ads. Vicki calmed her down and convinced Sara to let them both sleep on the idea for a few days so they could think about if they really wanted to do this. 

Sara never wavered in her interest or excitement over her wild idea during the next few days. Vicki, however, was completely tied in knots. She didn't know what to think and could barely believe that she could even seriously consider it.

On one hand, Sara's arguments were sound. Although Vicki had never before considered the idea, her experiences and what she knew about men told her that Nick was right when he said there would be a big interest in a mother-daughter show. Hell, for some guys the ultimate fantasy was to fuck sisters at the same time. Surely for these guys the idea of doing a mother and daughter or of seeing a mother and daughter get naked together and do a little teasing would be well worth a high price tag. It would definitely be nice to face the prospect of working less and making the same money or working the same and having the extra cash around.

That was about as far as the practical side of the argument could take her before the realization of what she was contemplating hit her. Could she really go into this line of work with her daughter? True, the customers would never know they were really mother and daughter, although with the physical similarities between them it wouldn't be too hard to guess they were related.

Would it make her the worst mother in the world to do this? Did it make her a horrible mother to even be considering it? These were the types of questions that ran through her mind almost constantly as she tried to decide what to do.

There were also times when she wondered why Sara was so into the whole idea. Surely, doing this with her mother must seem a little strange, but yet Sara gave no indication of any conflict. Sometimes, usually late at night as she lay in bed, Vicki wondered about Sara's motives.

Deep down Vicki knew that part of her hesitation was the fear of how working with Sara would affect her. Vicki reflected on how watching Sara dance made her feel and remembered the lusty intensity of her elaborate fantasy about Sara. She would never admit this to anyone, especially Sara, but part of her wondered if she could control herself if they performed together.

If a customer wanted to see them touch each other, Vicki wasn't afraid of being able to do it. In fact, there were times when she almost yearned to do it and that fact made her scared to proceed. What if Sara had strictly financial motives behind this and then realized her mom was getting off touching her tits and rubbing against her?

Vicki feared Sara would be completely freaked out and their relationship would be damaged. However, even as she had these fears a voice in her head said that Sara just might have other motives. After all, hadn't it been Sara who told Vicki she was hot after Vicki showed her how to strip? Hadn't it been Sara whose eyes burned with lust while watching her mom dance? Hadn't it been Sara who so eagerly danced for Vicki at the club? Hadn't this whole thing been Sara's idea and wasn't she the one who said she wouldn't have any problems touching her mom's naked body as they danced? Maybe there was something more than finances motivating Sara. Maybe she was as interested in Vicki as Vicki was in her.

A few days passed before Sara again brought up the idea. Vicki still didn't know what to do or say but Sara seemingly wanted an answer right now. "I'm worried it could backfire and mess up our relationship," Vicki admitted.

"Mom," Sara began as if Vicki had just said something silly, "I knew you'd think like that. What could backfire? After all, isn't this what you already do at your work? Sure, I'd be trying something new, but what better way to try it than with you at my side to keep me out of trouble?"

For whatever reason, suddenly Sara's argument seemed to make sense when presented like that. Sara seemingly could sense Vicki's mood and pressed on, "Come on, mom. Let's just try it for a month. If it doesn't work or if it makes us too uncomfortable we'll quit and go back to our old jobs." Sara then added, "What could possibly backfire?"

Vicki knew exactly what could backfire but she could never admit it to Sara. How do you tell your daughter what might backfire is that you may get so into it that you'd want to fuck her? Still, Vicki couldn't deny that Sara made some solid points and before she realized she had made up her mind she heard herself agreeing to it.

Sara squealed in delight and was clearly very excited. Vicki felt a rush of nervous excitement as Sara started making plans for photo shoots and advertising.

The next day or two was an odd whirlwind of activity. On one hand they made a sort of business plan just like anyone starting a family business. However, Vicki doubted that many family businesses involved a product quite like the one they were planning. 




In Mom's Footsteps Ch. 03



They decided to run an ad in the most popular local adult magazine and distribute information to some people like Nick who could refer interested people. They bought a new cell phone for their business and scheduled a photo shoot to create their ad.

Vicki was nervous about the shoot, but it went very quickly and smoothly. The photographer had them pose for a series of shots in some revealing lingerie and a few more where Vicki and Sara lounged playfully in bed together with the sheet strategically covering parts of them.

It was about a month before the ad was ready and distributed across the city. At the photographer's suggestion, they found clever way to obscure their faces in the photos so someone who knew them and happened to see the magazine wouldn't immediately recognize them.

The text in the ad said they were a mother-daughter team new in town and gave their ages and dimensions. It said they were available individually or for two-girl shows and listed their new cell number.

Vicki still had her doubts and fears but they had concentrated so much on simply getting the details of everything worked out that she kept occupied with that. One Saturday afternoon when both Sara and Vicki happened to not be working Sara suggested something that caught Vicki off guard. "Do you think we should practice together?"

It was a perfectly logical and normal thing to ask. Ordinarily Vicki would have insisted on having the routine worked out so everything would look smooth and sexy for the customer. However, Vicki hadn't given any thought to practicing with Sara.

The ad had just been distributed and so it was possible that calls could start coming in at any time. Vicki knew if they were going to do this she would eventually have to face her worries. Better to do it here in practice then do it in front of a paying customer. Vicki nodded and agreed and they shared a laugh at how unprepared they were for this.

"When?" Vicki asked.

"How about right now?" Sara replied. "Neither of us are doing anything and we could start getting calls any time."

"Really? Right now?" Vicki responded. She was a little uncomfortable at the sudden suggestion. 

"Sure," Sara teased, "you're going to have to do it sometime, you know."

Vicki finally agreed and asked Sara for her thoughts on what they should wear. Sara had a plan for this too and her idea sounded really sexy. Her idea was that she would dress up like a catholic schoolgirl complete with the plaid, pleated mini skirt and white, oxford style top. She added that she could even do her hair up in pigtails to complete the look.

She suggested Vicki could dress up in a sort of sexy schoolteacher look. She said Vicki could start with her hair up and with a fairly conservative business skirt and top. 

She finished giving the details of her plan and Vicki admitted she was impressed. The style of outfits sounded hot and she knew they would push the right buttons for the customers. Vicki asked Sara to see the outfits figuring she had already gone out and purchased them.

Sara hadn't yet purchased them so they decided that would be the first point of business. They drove to Vicki's favorite store for buying her work outfits and they decided on some details to complete the look.

It didn't take long at the store to find an outfit for Sara. This was an adult store that catered to the local strippers and performers. It had a wide array of sexy outfits and on any given night you could usually find a stripper here looking for a new outfit. It only took a few minutes to find a blue plaid skirt and top that looked absolutely hot on Sara. They completed her outfit with knee socks and a really sexy pair of black mini boots that came up about ankle high. This part didn't fit with the schoolgirl costume but it flattered her body perfectly and made her look sexy as hell in the skimpy little dress that barely covered her ass.

It took longer to find something for Vicki and they ended up trying a couple of different stores before finding the right mix of sexy and businesslike. She finally decided on a tight skirt that went down nearly to her knees but that had a slit cut high on one leg that went nearly all the way up to the top of her thigh.

She selected a simple silk top with buttons up the front, the kind of thing you might expect a teacher or businesswoman to wear. However, she planned to leave the top several buttons open revealing far more cleavage and skin than any teacher or businesswoman would dare.

Both women had a ball shopping and hanging out together and laughed and giggled as they drove back home. "I can't wait to try this out," Sara said. Vicki also couldn't wait to see how Sara would look dancing in her sexy outfit and hoped she'd be able to control herself.

They decided to practice in the living room figuring that this or the bedroom was likely where they would be doing their shows. They first retreated to their rooms to get dressed and met in the living room a few minutes later.

Vicki already felt very sexy and excited in her new outfit and one look at Sara further heightened her lust. Sara strolled in with her tall heels causing her hips to say teasingly and causing the exposed parts of her tits to bounce playfully in a most erotic way. Sara tied her top in the knot over her stomach, so most of her stomach and lower back was exposed. She also left the top several buttons open so a healthy amount of her cleavage was exposed. She looked like the perfect vision of a slutty little schoolgirl.

They talked about choice of music and soon picked a style. Sara rustled through their collection and inserted a CD before hitting play. She returned to Vicki and they stood looking at each other anxiously as the music filled the room.

"So how do we start?" Sara asked. Vicki explained they would first meet the guy and collect the money up front. That would give them time for some small talk and to get a feel for what sort of show the guy wanted. After that, she said, the guy would sit and they would start.

"Does he get naked?" Sara asked.

"Usually," Vicki replied. "But it varies. Sometimes they get naked right away and sometimes they strip as the show goes. Sometimes they'll even ask us to strip them as we dance."

"OK, so how should we start?" Sara said. "Should we just start dancing some and see if we get into a rhythm?"

Vicki nodded yes and felt the lump in her stomach grow tighter as Sara began to dance and sway erotically. She took a long, deep breath for courage and hoped she wasn't about to make a horrible mistake. She closed her eyes for a moment and began "coaching" Sara as she started to dance.

"Have you ever done a two-girl dance at the club?" Vicki asked.

"A few," Sara answered.

"OK," answered Vicki, "this is kind of like that. The difference is that here the guy is paying a lot more for the show, so everything needs to be just a little hotter and nastier. And all those rules at the club, they don't apply here."

"Like the rules about touching the customer and letting them touch you?" Sara asked. 

"Yes," answered Vicki, "you have to set your own comfort limit with each guy in terms of how far you'll go and how far you'll let them go."

Both danced as they chatted but neither started to strip yet. "So that's the same for the rule about touching the other dancer?" Sara asked.

Vicki answered yes and explained that whenever a guy paid for a two-girl show he would expect at least a little girl on girl contact. "It doesn't have to be a lot," Vicki answered, "but a little contact at the right times can drive a guy out of his mind."

"Show me," Sara said as she swayed closer to Vicki. As she reached her mother she spun around and moved back until her back pressed against Vicki's front. They turned to face their imaginary customer and swayed their hips from side to side teasingly and easily fell into a matching rhythm. 

Vicki felt Sara's tight little ass pressed against her crotch and her own tits rubbing from side to side across Sara's back as they swayed. She took another deep breath for courage and slipped her hands onto Sara's hips.

Vicki's hands had been on Sara's hips like this hundreds, maybe even thousands of times before in many different situations. Nothing about this particular touch was overtly sexual, but still Vicki felt an electric, sexual thrill starting at the point where her hand rested on Sara's swaying hips.

Vicki slowly slipped her hands up Sara's sides as she whispered to Sara to be sure to make plenty of eye contact with the customer. When her hands had moved off Sara's hips Vicki wrapped her arms around Sara and let her hands slide across Sara's bare stomach. Vicki marveled at Sara's toned and smooth stomach. As Vicki moved her hands back to Sara's sides and moved them upward again Sara let out an almost imperceptible moan. Sara reached her hands up and behind her until her arms were in the air behind Vicki's head.

"That's great," Vicki said. She knew this was a great, sexy pose for the customer and would show off Sara's hot tits through her tight shirt. Vicki slipped her hands up Sara's sides and just past her tits before she again wrapped them around Sara and let her fingers run all over Sara's upper chest and shoulders.

She playfully toyed with the collar of Sara's shirt and a couple of times when so far as to dip her fingertips inside Sara's shirt as if she was going to caress her daughter's tits. However, each time she stopped and instead let her hands roam all over Sara's shoulders and the bare triangle of skin exposed by the collar of her shirt.

"See," Vicki said, "you can do things like that and drive a guy wild without ever really touching each other." Vicki knew she had most definitely been touching Sara in a teasing, sexual way, but she meant that she didn't have to touch Sara's tits.

Vicki stepped back as Sara spun around to face her. They danced closely while facing each other before Vicki moved even closer. Her hands dropped down and she occasionally ran her fingers along the side of Sara's bare thighs. As her fingers moved up she lifted Sara's skirt giving their imaginary customer brief, peek-a-boo glimpses under Sara's skirt.

They moved yet closer until they were dancing with their bodies pressed together. Vicki knew this was potentially an awkward pose, but with Sara they easily fell into a slow, matching rhythm. Vicki felt her tits brushing against Sara's and their legs almost constantly rubbed together. 

"Should we look at each other?" Sara asked.

"Yes, sometimes," Vicki answered. "The guys like it when the women pretend to be really into each other. Anything like that, direct eye contact, pretending to lean in for a kiss with each other before pulling back, all of those things are great tricks." 

When she finished speaking Sara looked up and made direct eye contact with Vicki. Vicki was already horny and confused and worried about what was happening. She didn't know what her own face looked like, but there was no mistaking the glint of desire in Sara's eye. It was such a lusty, deep look that it sent a chill down Vicki's spine.

"Let me try," Sara said as moved back. Vicki turned around to face their imaginary customer and felt Sara slide up tightly behind her until their bodies were pressed closely together.

When Sara put her hands on Vicki's hips as Vicki had done with her Vicki ran her own hands up her stomach and briefly over her tits. She hadn't realized it until that moment, but her nipples were standing out as rock hard points. As Sara slipped her hands up her sides Vicki reached down and placed her hands on Sara's forearms. She didn't guide Sara but merely let her hands rest there softly to make the customer wonder if Sara was guiding Vicki or the other way around.

Sara perfectly repeated Vicki's style of letting her hands roam across Vicki's stomach. Vicki was so exhilarated by this touch that she wondered if Sara could feel the butterflies fluttering in her stomach. 

Sara followed Vicki's movements almost exactly and moved her hands back to Vicki's sides before moving them up and down Vicki's sides. "Mom," Sara asked in what sounded like an excited whisper. "Do you ever get turned on by the other dancers?"

"Yes," Vicki moaned excitedly.

"Do you ever want to touch them, explore them?" Sara asked.

"Yes," Vicki moaned again.

Sara let her hands slide up Vicki's sides until they were above her tits and then moved them across Vicki's chest slowly. Her hands lingered on the bare skin exposed by the open collar of Vicki's shirt and roamed all over her shoulders and upper chest.

"Have you ever been with a woman?" Sara asked.

Vicki knew exactly what Sara meant and didn't hesitate before answering, "Yes."

"Did you like it?" Sara asked.

"Very much," Vicki answered, her mind now spinning to understand where Sara was going with this. It was hard to think straight, however, through her wild, forbidden lust.

The next thing Vicki knew Sara's hands moved slowly down her chest and cupped her mom's excited tits. The feeling of Sara's palms rubbing over her rock hard nipples through the silk fabric was enough to make Vicki moan from deep in her throat.

At first Vicki thought Sara was still experimenting with ways to touch her while they danced, but she quickly realized that something about Sara's touch had changed. It was now more urgent, more needy. Sara fondled and softly massaged Vicki's tits.

"The other women at work make me so horny," Sara whispered seductively. "I get so wet watching them. But I've never been with a woman before."

"I want it so badly," Sara continued, "I want to be taken by a woman, to explore a woman completely." She paused as her fingers concentrated on teasing Vicki's hard nipples. Around and around she circled them before softly pinching and pulling them. 

Vicki moaned again almost involuntarily from deep in her throat. It was like Sara knew exactly how to touch her to drive her wild. Her touch was so perfect and so instinctual that Vicki already felt her pussy getting wet. Had it been this good with the other women she'd been with? It was so long ago she couldn't remember.

As Sara continued teasing her mom's nipples she whispered softly, "I want you."

Those frank words struck a cord with Vicki. Despite letting her daughter fondle her tits and play with her nipples somehow hearing her daughter say she wanted to fuck was enough to make Vicki act on the last remaining strand of restraint she had left.

Vicki pulled away from Sara and spun around. She looked into her daughter's excited, wanting eyes and took hold of her hands. "We can't, we shouldn't," Vicki stammered as she looked for the strength to resist.

"Why?" Sara replied quickly. "Mom, when you first demonstrated how you danced for me here I got so hot and wet I went to my room and made myself cum twice. I had never seen anything or anyone so graceful, sexy, and perfect. I thought it was just a silly phase and I tried to tell myself to get over it." She paused briefly before continuing. "But then I saw you at the club with that guy. I know it was his money but I saw the look in your eyes. I saw that you wanted me, even if just for that moment. I've never been so hot and excited dancing as I was that night. After you left I had to go home early and play with myself again. Can you deny you didn't think about me later that night?" she asked urgently.

"No, I can't," Vicki replied honestly.

"Then why is it wrong?" Sara asked. "We both want it. We're both adults. Please mom, I don't think I've ever wanted anyone as much as I want you right now."

Sara's words were direct and filled with an urgent need. Vicki felt her last bit of control disappearing and as Sara spoke her final word Vicki moved forward and embraced her daughter. For the first time Vicki and Sara kissed as horny lovers. Vicki knew deep in her heart that no kiss had or would ever again feel so exciting and so wrong at the same time.

At first their lips tenderly danced as if they were still trying to get used to the idea of what was happening. Sara was the first to part her lips but Vicki immediately followed and soon their tongues danced wildly. 

Vicki's heart pounded in her chest as she swayed softly from side to side rubbing her tits against Sara's. Vicki was completely swept up in the kiss and could have let it continue all night, but eventually Sara parted their kiss and softly whispered, "Dance with me."

Standing very close and letting their bodies rub together as much as possible they started what would be the ultimate striptease for both of them. However, this time as they danced they stripped each other's clothes instead of their own.

Sara first released her mom's hair from its bun sending it cascading down on her shoulders. Vicki returned the favor by pulling Sara's hair out of the pigtails. Part of Vicki loved the nasty little girl look that Sara achieved with the pig tails, but tonight she wanted Sara completely just as she was with no costumes and no games.

As soon as Vicki removed Sara's pigtails she ran her hands down the sides of Sara's face and onto her shoulders. With an easy grace and agility Vicki slowly opened her daughter's shirt. Soon only the knot held the shirt closed and Vicki could practically see all of Sara's tits as the rocked and swayed with her dancing.

Vicki swung around behind her daughter in the same position they had been in before. Now, however Vicki's hands moved immediately to the knot and she untied it. Sara moaned wildly as Vicki pulled her top open and stepped back so she could slide it off Sara's shoulders and toss it aside.

Vicki leaned down and softly kissed and licked Sara's shoulders and neck as Sara groaned excitedly. Vicki loved this slow tease but her lust was so great she didn't know how much longer she could continue.

She didn't have to worry, however, as Sara suddenly spun around and looked at Vicki with a wild lust in her eye. Sara reached for Vicki's top and first untucked it before trying to frantically unbutton it. "Shhh, slow down," Vicki counseled as Sara fumbled with the buttons.

Then Vicki had a nasty idea. "Sit down," she told Sara as she guided her topless daughter down onto the couch where their imaginary customer had been sitting. Just then the CD began playing a perfect dance song with a great beat.

Sara groaned as Vicki began dancing for her. In all of her years of stripping this was certainly the hottest, nastiest striptease Vicki had ever performed. She teased her tits and nipples through her top repeatedly before finally opening her shirt very slowly, one deliberate button at a time. When all the buttons were open she didn't remove her top but instead moved to her skirt and slowly wriggled out of it with her back turned to Sara.

By now Sara had one hand between her own thighs and one hand teased her own rock hard nipples. Vicki teased and danced for as long as she could stand before she finally let her top drop to the floor exposing herself completely to Sara's gaze.

Vicki was now fully engaged, incest or no, and there was nothing that was going to stop her from fully exploring and pleasuring her lover. She crawled onto her daughter's lap and brushed her tits back and forth teasingly across Sara's face.

Vicki leaned down close to Sara's ear and whispered, "I wanted you so bad that night after watching you dance. The whole time I fucked Bob I was thinking about fucking you." Sara gasped and moaned deeply.

Her moan became a near scream of delight when Vicki's head dropped lower and softly sucked one of Sara's perfectly hard, pointed nipples into her mouth. Sara threw her head back and moaned over and over as Vicki slowly and lavishly teased and sucked her tits and nipples. Vicki knew that no matter how good a male lover was there was something about having the softness and tenderness of another woman sucking your tits. Vicki's pussy ached with the realization that her daughter was now certainly discovering the same thing because of her.




In Mom's Footsteps Ch. 03



Vicki slipped off Sara's lap and took Sara's hands before guiding her to her feet. Vicki knelt and removed Sara's shoes and socks. She then removed Sara's mini-skirt leaving her daughter naked. Vicki guided Sara back onto the couch as she knelt on the floor before her. Vicki marveled at the raw beauty and sexuality of Sara's body and let her hands roam over Sara's stomach and legs. 

The sight of Sara's perfectly trimmed pussy drew Vicki's gaze and she knew what she wanted. She pushed Sara's thighs apart and Sara scooted to the edge of the couch so her ass was just at the edge. Even before Vicki touched her pussy Sara groaned wildly in anticipation.

When Vicki's tongue did finally touch Sara's pussy Sara squealed happily and Vicki eagerly lapped at Sara's thick, heavy juices. It had been a long time since Vicki had sucked a pussy, but this was so comfortable felt so right she settled right in. 

Vicki explored Sara's dripping wet pussy and before long found her clit. Vicki could sense Sara's desperation to cum and so concentrated on perfectly teasing her clit until Sara was crying out and clearly on the brink of cumming. With one last suck at her clit Sara exploded into a wild orgasm unlike any Vicki had seen before. Sara's whole body shook and Vicki felt the wild spasms in her pussy as an orgasm of unbelievable strength shook Sara's body for what seemed like minutes.

When Sara finally finished cumming she was gasping for air. Vicki crawled onto the couch next to her and they spent many long minutes kissing and softly touching each other. Vicki's pussy was incredibly hot and excited from her own frenzied excitement and she couldn't wait any longer.

"I need to cum," she begged.

Sara immediately dropped to the floor in the same position Vicki had just been in. Her kisses and licks were tentative at first as she got used to the feeling of another woman's pussy, but before long Sara eagerly sucked and licked Vicki. Vicki gasped and moaned as her daughter sent her to new heights of desire. Even with Sara's inexperience it only took a few minutes to bring Vicki to her own wild, screaming orgasm.

As soon as Vicki finished she pulled Sara up to her and kissed her deeply. She was eager to taste herself in her daughter's mouth. After many more minutes of kissing and fondling they got up and moved to Vicki's bedroom.

Once there they took turns sucking and teasing each other's tits. Vicki lingered for many long minutes over Sara's amazingly sexy nipples and loved making them grow hard and tight inside her mouth. Sara took equal joy in exploring Vicki's tits and repeatedly teased Vicki's nipples to tight points.

This time they moved into a lazy 69 position with mother on top of daughter. Their hands explored each other as their mouths kissed and licked each other's sensitive pussies. Sara was again the first to cum as Vicki tongue fucked her daughter. The way Sara's pussy spasmed and clutched at Vicki's tongue was very exciting and Vicki pushed her tongue farther and farther inside Sara.

Once Sara found Vicki's clit she slowly teased it until Vicki was gasping and trying desperately to hold back her orgasm for a few more delicious seconds. When Vicki came she lifted her head and cried out as she rocked her pussy from side to side on Sara's face.

As soon as she finished cumming Vicki returned to Sara's pussy. She dragged her tongue over and around Sara's wet pussy and then surprised Sara when she pushed it even lower. As Vicki's tongue passed over her asshole Sara let out an excited, surprised moan that only further encouraged Vicki.

Time was now an absolute blur and Vicki had no idea how long she alternated back and forth between teasing and licking Sara's pussy and asshole. She did know that her jaw muscles ached and she couldn't keep this up much longer.

She shifted her position and reached into her oft-used drawer where she kept an array of sex toys. She pulled out a long dildo and ran it back and forth across her pussy collecting some of Sara's heavy juices.

When the dildo was ready Vicki shoved nearly all of it up Sara's pussy with one long stroke. Sara gasped and yelped as the 9" dildo filled her completely. Vicki expertly fucked her daughter with the long dildo as she licked at Sara's clit until her aching jaw made her take a break.

"Oh damn, oh yeah, oh fuck..." Sara moaned as Vicki fucked her and teased her clit. Vicki continued until she knew Sara was on the brink of cumming. Just before Sara was going to cum Vicki pulled out the long dildo and replaced it with her own tongue which she drove as deeply inside Sara as she could before wriggling it from side to side. Sara groaned and soon her pussy exploded once again in a wild orgasm all around Vicki's tongue.

When Sara was done cumming Vicki rolled off her. Vicki already felt exhausted from the intense build up to this moment and then Sara's wild orgasm. Sara, however was not finished and immediately picked up the long dildo. She pushed her mom's thighs apart and knelt between her knees. She eased the long dildo up Vicki's pussy and continued pushing until its entire length was inside.

Vicki moaned loudly in delight at the way her pussy was stretched and filled. Sara slowly and easily fucked Vicki with the dildo in no hurry to make her cum. For many long minutes this continued until Vicki lifted her head and looked down at Sara. Sara gazed right back and they held their deep eye contact as Sara fucked her.

This was the height of taboo eroticism for Vicki as she gazed intently into her daughter's eyes as her daughter dildo fucked her. Immediately she felt her lust reach a peak as she held this wonderfully incestuous eye contact with Sara.

Sara's eyes gleamed with lust as she worked the huge dildo back and forth. Vicki only broke the eye contact when her orgasm began. Vicki tossed her head back and let out a wild cry as a strong orgasm ripped through her body.

Sara softly slipped the dildo out as soon as Vicki was done cumming and both women immediately knew the other was done for a while. Sara crawled up next to Vicki and they exchanged a long, deep embrace with their tongues engaged in a slow, passionate dance.

Vicki relished the illicit thrill of holding her daughter's warm, sexy body like this after having just fucked the hell out of each other. Sara looked up at her mom with wide, happy eyes and whispered, "Thanks, mom."

Vicki kissed her deeply and replied, "No, baby, thank you. You have no idea how much I wanted that."

With that they settled into each other's arms and softly kissed and fondled each other until sleep finally overtook them both.



In Mom's Footsteps



In addition to seeing the look in his eyes she could feel his body aching for release and savored the ability to control when, or even if, he got the release he desperately needed. She increased the tempo of her stroking as she reached down and cupped his balls in her other hand.

He gasped and she felt his balls jump just before he started to cum. He stared wildly into her eyes as she smiled back softly and licked her lips to add to the moment for him. He groaned loudly as his cum shot out of his cock and landed on his stomach just above his pubic hair. 

Vicki expertly stroked out the rest of his cum. Her already wet pussy tingled excitedly when the last few surges of his cum trickled out and dribbled down over her fingers. Soon she was caressing his rapidly softening cock with a sticky layer of cum coating both his cock and her fingers.

She released him and gave him a towel to clean up as she did the same. "Damn, that was hot," the man complimented. Vicki smiled and was happy she had lived up to expectations. "Are you new here?" he asked.

She explained that she was just starting. He surprised her by pulling a couple more bills out of his wallet and handing them to her. "I'll look for you next time I'm here," he said.

He left and Vicki stayed in the little room thinking about what just happened. She realized that she just made the same amount of money as she made on a good night dancing at the club and all she had done was let a guy kiss and lick her tits before jerking him off. The rational part of her knew it was nothing more than glorified prostitution, but she was so excited from what happened and from the potential money that she wasn't thinking rationally. Before going home that night she told the club owner that she was interested in working there full time and he immediately agreed.

Vicki quickly grew very comfortable in her new job. She prided herself on reading her clients and knowing what they wanted before they asked. Some guys only wanted to watch her dance and wouldn't even remove their clothes. Some liked to jerk off as they watched her dance. Most guys wanted her to jerk them off at the end of the show. Her already practiced hands grew even better at handling a cock and knowing just how to stroke and touch it to prolong his release until she was ready for it.

A vast minority of the guys were after something more serious. Vicki never did anything more than a hand job without a lot of money and even then only when she felt comfortable with the guy. It had to be someone she had seen a few times before so they could build some level of comfort together.

Most of the time these guys wanted her to suck their cocks. In the right situation Vicki eagerly did as they desired. She never took their cum in her mouth and instead usually let it shoot all over her tits. With a few of the guys she really liked, she would end the show by rubbing their cum all over her tits while they watched.

One or two guys wanted even more and, after much teasing and making them wait, Vicki did finally give it to them. The absolute lust and desire they had for her always made these fucks very short and intense. She always made her clients wear a condom and soon had the act of putting on a condom down to a sensual science.

Vicki enjoyed her new job and her income was higher than ever. The only downside was that it raised her sexual desire to nearly uncontrollable levels. She frequently used her sex toys to pleasure herself and found great release and pleasure when she was able to actually fuck a man. 

Her fucks at work were entirely focused on the men and as soon as they came the fucks ended regardless of how excited or in need of release she was. Her job always left her wildly horny and it seemed that no matter how many times she masturbated she was still horny.

One really slow night at the club she confessed her sexual frustrations to Destiny, one of the other women who worked at the club. There were only a couple of customers in the club and they were interested in some of the other women, so Destiny and Vicki continued talking over a few rounds of drinks. They commiserated about how they basically fucked for a living but had a hard time getting any personal satisfaction out of it. Vicki wasn't exactly sure how things progressed to this point, but before she knew it she and Destiny were alone in one of the private rooms.

After turning on the radio Destiny started to dance with Vicki. Their dance was slow and sensual and Vicki's pussy became incredibly wet. She had never been with a woman before but had often seen women kissing and fondling at work and always found it oddly exciting. She knew that several of the women she worked with were openly bisexual and as soon as she and Destiny started a long kiss she knew why.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




In Mom's Footsteps



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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