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Starlight's Secret

By: rarmons



College soccer may not be the great American pastime, but that did not matter in the least to Charlie and the rest of his team, the Southport Greyhounds. Fresh off a victory against their long time rival team, they were looking to celebrate in grand style. Adrenaline still ran high in the locker room, and everyone eagerly shouted suggestions, but Charlie couldn't make out a single word in all the noise.

"Quiet down!" yelled Bruce, the team captain, loud enough for everyone to stop talking. "Alright boys, that was an excellent game today, and an excellent performance means we deserve an excellent reward. Now, can I hear some real suggestions?"

"Bar!" was the first reply, from Peter, one of the team's strikers.

"Sorry, gang, can't do it," replied Bruce. "We're not all 21 yet, and I'd hate to deny anybody fun."

"Mini golf, then!" yelled Gary, to everyone's amusement.

"Something a bit more adult than that, Gary."

"Stripper mom!" yelled someone in the back. Charlie groaned inwardly. 

One by one, the others joined in, chanting "stripper mom!" over and over.

"She's not my mom, you fucks," protested Charlie loudly. "My mom works as a cook."

"More like she works a cock," chortled Gary.

The whole "stripper mom" joke had started almost a month before the game. Diego, the team's goalie, claimed that he'd been at the "Honey Pot," a strip club, for his 21st birthday, and seen Charlie's mother, Stella Dawson, on the stage. Charlie knew it was nonsense, of course, but that hadn't stopped the others from their new-found obsession. Spurned on by Diego's conviction, a few others had visited the club on their own, and reported back with exactly the same words. The woman on the stage looked exactly like Charlie's mom.

Even before that, Charlie had to endure countless comments about his mother, who was, by all standards, beautiful. Because his teammates frequently pointed it out, he was perfectly aware of her full lips, round ass, large breasts, and long, shapely legs. And what they'd like to do to her, given the chance. In fact, he had heard so many taunts and obscene comments that sometimes she had even made appearances in his own fantasies while masturbating, although he was unwilling to admit that to anybody else.

It didn't help that his mother liked to pick him up after practice. He suspected she liked coming to the Greyhound's club house because his friends showered her in flattering comments. She, conscious or not, usually flirted back, saying things like, "Oh my, you boys sure are sweaty." He had asked her to stop, but she called it "harmless fun that doesn't hurt anyone." Except she wasn't the one that had to listen to what the rest of the team kept saying about her. It was unusual behavior for her, since she was usually pretty modest, and Charlie had never seen her do anything so forward.

"So, what do you say, Charlie? Should we go get your sexy MILF mother to dance for us?" asked Bruce.

"I don't think it's a good idea," replied Charlie.

"If she's really not your mom, there's nothing to worry about, right? Unless you've got something to hide..."

Charlie couldn't refuse after that, or he'd never hear the end of it. "Fine. Whatever," he said reluctantly, but a part of him was also curious to see who the woman was that supposedly looked so much like his mother. He laughed at the idea of his quiet, shy mother leading a double life.

"It's settled, then. Stripper mom it is!" roared Bruce, and everyone cheered, resuming their "stripper mom" chants. "Now go get showered, y'all smell like shit, when we should be smelling like roses, so that Charlie's mom won't refuse a lapdance."

After showering and getting dressed, they split up into several cars. A few people had bowed out, saying they weren't interested, or that their girlfriends would kill them, but there were still nine of them left. Charlie drove with Bruce, who was supposed to have been his ride home anyway. Whenever they won games, the team would celebrate well into the night, so it was easier to get a ride than for Stella to pick him up. The drive to the Honey Pot turned out to be an almost unbearable half hour of torture. 

"Hey Charlie, do you remember what it was like sucking on those titties? I gotta know."

"Do you think if I pay her fifty bucks she'd let me finger her?"

"I'm gonna try sneak in my phone so I can record it. Then I can get off to his mom whenever I want. Don't worry Charlie, I'll upload it to YouTube so you can enjoy it, too."

Charlie regretted his decision to go along, but it was too late to back out now. At least the comments would stop afterwards. 

They pulled into the parking lot of the Honey Pot, which turned out to be an incredibly tacky and vulgar building. Above the door hung a blinking neon sign that read "The Honey Pot," and "LIVE TOPLESS BAR" in bold letters beneath. A dirty, grimy red carpet laid on the pavement, leading to the entrance, guarded by a tall, muscular bouncer. Muffled music blared from inside, and Charlie could smell the stench of cigarettes and sweat when he approached.

They paid the cover charge, and the bouncer carefully inspected their IDs. Those in the group that were under 21 received a stamp on the back of their right hand, and an orange bracelet. Inside, the lights were dim, and the music was loud. The entire decor looked like it had been copied straight out of a movie. Red velvet sofas with tables were spread throughout the room. On one end stood a bar, and on the other end was the stage. On the stage, a young woman was in the process of taking off her bra in front of a hooting and whistling crowd. Charlie watched as she expertly danced to the beat of the song, and slowly pulled off her top, revealing a spectacular set of small but perky tits. The place was just about half full, and Bruce and Diego immediately steered towards the last empty seats right below the stage. Charlie and the others occupied some of the empty tables around the side.

As soon as they sat down, a cute brunette girl in her early twenties approached their table wearing nothing but thin lingerie, and took their drink orders. Charlie wondered what someone as beautiful as her was doing in a dump like that. He ordered a rum and coke, and the waitress took off again. He watched her butt bounce with every step, and was ready to change his mind about coming. 

The topless woman on the stage kept dancing on the pole, although the song had changed. The waitress came back with the drinks. When she set his glass down on the table, she bent over forward, and displayed ample cleavage. With a wink, she flashed him a smile, and disappeared once more.

"Damn dude, I think she likes you," said Gary and nudged Charlie in the ribs. 

"You think so?"

"Yeah, maybe you can get a lapdance from her. Then she can do you, and your mom can do me. Like a double date."

"Fuck off, Gary."

The song ended, and the woman on the stage ended her routine lying on her back, both legs raised high into the air.

"Give a round of applause for Candy Cummings," a voice announced through the loudspeakers, and the crowd gave her the obligatory cheers and hoots. "And give a warm welcome to Vanessa Vixen!"

Charlie watched as another woman, older this time, stepped on the stage, and started swaying in the music. It was his first time at a strip club, and he watched in fascination as Vanessa Vixen swung around the pole. She crawled around the edge of the stage, and several people, including Diego, tucked bills into her panty's waistband. She returned to the middle, then started a similar teasing routine the previous dancer had done. 

Against his own expectations, Charlie enjoyed the show. As a good looking, fit athlete in college, even if it was soccer, he definitely wasn't a virgin anymore, but the few times he'd done it had been in the comfort of his own room, where he had been alone with them. 

This was different. The dancers were undressing in front of a large crowd, and people basically threw money at them. In another part of the hall, a woman was shamelessly grinding her ass in a man's lap, who was thoroughly enjoying it. It was vulgar, but at the same time Charlie was aroused. Vanessa was down on all fours, showing off the thin strap that just barely prevented her pussy from being on open display to the world. He got a hardon thinking about the depravity of the situation.

Vanessa danced until the end of the song, and was replaced by Trixie, a roughly twenty year old busty girl wearing a cheerleader outfit. The cute waitress made her rounds again, and they ordered more drinks. When she brought their drinks, she glanced down at Charlie's crotch, and shot him a raised eyebrow. Charlie hastily sat up, and tried to cover the bulge in his pants, but the waitress just winked at him again.

"Damn, dude. You definitely gotta hit that ass, bro. I bet she'll do it for cheap the way she's eyeing you," said Gary.

"She's a stripper, not a hooker," reprimanded Peter. 

"Whatever. A lap dance, then. Next time she's around, I'll ask her to do you. My treat." 

"Please don't," protested Charlie, embarrassed enough already. Gary came from an incredibly wealthy family, so Charlie didn't feel bad about accepting his money, but he wasn't sure if he was comfortable enough for something as intimate as a lap dance in front of his friends.

"Don't worry, bro, I'll take care of it," insisted Gary. Charlie sighed.

Trixie finished her set, and the announcer ushered her out. Charlie relaxed again, and had almost forgotten the reason they had been there in the first place, when the announcer's voice boomed through the speakers, "And now, please give a warm welcome to Starlight."

Still sitting in the front row, Diego turned around, and with two thumbs in the air, yelled, "That's her! That's her!" Charlie groaned, and all around him he heard excited chatter about his "stripper mom." Gary elbowed him in the side again.

Charlie watched attentively, hopeful that the rumors would finally be squashed. The curtains at the back of the stage parted, and his mother appeared on the stage. His heart skipped a beat, and a cold shiver ran down his spine. 

"Ho. Ly. Shit," said Gary, next to him. 

Charlie felt like his head was about to explode. He took a deep breath, and the momentary shock seemed to pass. At first glance, the woman on the stage looked incredibly similar to his mother, but upon closer inspection, he spotted several distinctions. Sure, she looked to be about forty years old, and she had the same long, smooth legs, the plump ass, and magnificent tits as his mother, but Starlight had long, smooth, platinum blonde hair, while his mom had shoulder length, brown hair. Charlie couldn't tell for sure from the distance, but the stripper also seemed to have blue eyes, while his mother's were brown. The biggest difference, however, was that Starlight had a tramp stamp. His mother definitely did not. 

"It's not her," Charlie told his neighbor, and sighed a breath of relief.

"You sure, man? Looks exactly like her."

"I think I'd recognize my own mother."

Diego got up, made his way over to Charlie's table, and sat down. "See? Told you it was her," he said, excitedly.

"It's not my mom, Diego."

"But—"

"Ok, I'll admit that she looks somewhat close, but my mother doesn't have blue eyes or blonde hair, and she sure as hell doesn't have a tramp stamp," said Charlie hotly.

"Fine, if you say so. But now we know your mom has a twin. Doppelganger stripper mom!" Diego said, visibly disappointed, and returned to his seat by the stage.

It was weird for Charlie to watch someone who looked so much like his mother dancing like a teenager in heat. She got down on her knees, and Diego eagerly stuffed a bunch of bills into her strap. Slowly, and seductively Starlight removed her bra, and tossed it to Diego, who thrust it up into the air triumphantly. Charlie watched in fascination, as the doppelganger twirled around the pole with the grace of a ballerina, fabulous breasts swinging about.

The cute waitress passed by the table again, and Gary waved to get her attention. "Hey, I'll give you 30 bucks if you give my friend here" — he pointed at Charlie— "a lap dance, and another thirty for Starlight to do me."

The waitress perked up, looked at Charlie, and said, "Sure! But it'll have to wait until she finishes her set." She beamed at him, and licked her lips. Charlie just sat there and tried to smile back, unsure what to say.

It seemed to take forever for the music to be over, but when it did, Starlight bowed and disappeared behind the curtain, accompanied by loud cheers and applause from the rest of his team. A redheaded woman appeared on the stage, but Charlie wasn't really paying attention anymore. Shortly after that, the waitress appeared again, this time without a tray and notepad. Behind her walked Starlight. As she drew closer, Charlie was even more sure it wasn't his mother, because there was no way his mother could walk like Starlight did—seductively swaying her hips back and forth. 

"Here we are, studs," said the waitress. Gary handed her three twenties. "A man of his words, I like that." The money disappeared quickly somewhere behind her back. 

"Remember the rules. No touching, unless we tell you to," said Starlight. Even her voice sounded familiar to Charlie, although slightly deeper than his mother's.

"Got it, boss!" said Gary, and leaned back, a shit eating grin on his face.

The two of them pulled the table out to make room, and the cute young woman stepped between Charlie's legs, and smiled down at him. The front of his pants grew uncomfortably tight. "Hey, handsome, are you ready for a fun time?"

"Uh...yeah," stammered Charlie. "What's your name?"

"I'm Mindy. Mindy Maneater," she giggled. 

"I'm Charlie," he replied. 

Mindy turned around, and started swaying in rhythm to the music, shaking her ass in front of Charlie's face. With all the effort he could muster, he restrained himself from touching those cute cheeks, despite how tempting it was. Just behind her, he saw Starlight giving Gary the same show. Up close, the tramp stamp on Starlight's back turned out to be a typographic design. Instead of the usual tribal patterns, or antlers, were the words "Cum Whore," with an erect cock in the middle, pointing towards her ass crack. Very classy, Charlie thought.

"What's the matter, am I not interesting enough for you?" asked Mindy, and Charlie's attention snapped back to her.

"Sorry," he mumbled. "I just saw the tattoo, and—"

"It's ok, Starlight is the hottest dancer in this place."

"Well, I think you're really good looking, too."

"Aww, that's adorable," she booped him on the nose with her finger. "Maybe this will be enough to keep your eyes from wandering." She reached behind her back, and undid the clasp. The bra fell off, revealing her perky, small breasts, dark areolas, and hard nipples.

"Wow," commented Charlie, and then stared, open mouthed. 

Mindy turned around again, and sat down in Charlie's lap. Right on top of his almost hard cock. He braced himself for a shitstorm, but instead she simply put her hands on his knees, and started gyrating her ass. Charlie gasped involuntarily. She giggled, and leaned back into him. He breathed in, and smelled the flowery perfume emanating from her.

On the other side, Starlight gave Gary the same treatment. When Charlie looked at her, Starlight was studying him. Her eyes were definitely blue. Not brown.

Charlie considered the absurdity of the situation. Just a few hours earlier, he couldn't have imagined anything but sappy, romantic dinners by candlelight, and here he was, two beautiful women, wearing barely any clothing, basically masturbating him and a friend. In front of at least two dozen people. Mindy's grinding started to have an effect on him, and he wasn't sure if he could last much longer.

Fortunately, Mindy stood up before he had an accident, and turned around to face him. She knelt down on the sofa, one leg to either side of him, effectively straddling him. Then she threw her arms around his neck, and pressed her body close. Her hard nipples rubbed against his chest, and she moaned softly in his ear.

"Oh god, you're incredible," Charlie said.

She pulled back, and beamed at him. "I think nice words like that deserve a reward. Open wide!"

Charlie obeyed, and opened his mouth. Mindy grabbed one of her breasts, and guided the nipple into his mouth. He suckled on it gingerly at first, then squeezed it between his lips, and flicked it with his tongue.

"Good boy, make Mommy happy."

Charlie choked on his breath. "What?"

"Aww, what's wrong, baby?"

"You're as old as I am!"

"So? Look how happy you made Mommy." She leaned back, and with one hand pulled down the front of her panties, revealing her dripping wet, bald pussy. 

"Holy shit!" Charlie exclaimed, eyes wide. Her vulva was so clean and smooth, so inviting, that he had subconsciously raised his arm, before remembering he was only supposed to look, not touch. 

"See how happy you make Mommy?"

"Can you stop calling yourself that? It's kinda weirding me out."

"No can do, kiddo. Until the music's over, your ass is mine, and I can do whatever I want," she said with a wicked grin. "Got it?"

"Loud and clear."

"Loud and clear...what?"

"Loud and clear, uh, Mommy."

"Mmmhm, that's what I thought," she said smugly. "Now, let's see if Mommy can help her little baby." She placed her hands on his shoulders, then lowered herself down on his lap, until her wet panties made contact with the bulge in his pants. She ground her hips back and forth, right on top of his erection.

It was too much for Charlie. He closed his eyes, and with a loud sigh, came right in his pants, shooting what felt like a massive load.

"Oopsie, looks like little Charlie made a mess," Mindy cooed. 

Charlie looked around frantically, but it appeared that people weren't looking at them. On the stage, the topless redhead hung upside down on the pole, catching all the attention.

"Sorry," he muttered, embarrassed.

"Don't be, it's kinda cute you think so highly of me."

"Well, you are extremely hot."

Just then, the song ended. The redhead on the stage ended her performance with a flourish, then walked off. Mindy stood up, and Charlie looked down. Two wet spots had formed on his pants. One where Mindy had ground on him, and one by the tip of his penis. He tried to cover it with his hands as best as he could, and hoped nobody would notice.

"Looks like your time's up, boys," said Starlight, who was apparently still wearing her bra, to Charlie's surprise.

"Already?" complained Gary. "Damn, time flies when you're having fun."

"Maybe just a tiny bit more, what do you think Mindy?" asked Starlight.

"Sure!" came the reply.

Standing between Gary and Charlie, they embraced each other, and kissed. Mindy was a lot shorter than the other woman, and hand to stand on her tiptoes to reach up all the way. Gary whistled, but Charlie was content to just watch their tongues intertwining with wide open mouths. 

"That should do it!" announced Starlight, and Mindy bent down to place a light peck on Charlie's cheek. He watched them walk away, wishing he could have held Mindy in his arms. Gary pulled the table back into place.

"Holy shit, dude, your mom is one fine piece of ass," exclaimed Gary.

"God damn it, she's not my mom!"

"Relax, I know. I'm just messing with you."

"I'll be right back," Charlie announced, and made his way to the bathroom. He found an empty stall, and cleaned up his pants as best as he could. Wiping the enormous load of cum from his boxers took a while, but he thought he did a reasonable job under the circumstances.

The group stayed for another hour, but Charlie didn't pay that much attention anymore. The drinks had made him comfortably tipsy, bordering on drunk. He kept replaying the lap dance in his mind, especially the part where Mindy and his mom's doppelganger had kissed. His own mother would never do something as crazy as that, especially in public.


Starlight's Secret



When it came time to pay his tab, Charlie tipped thirty bucks on a twenty dollar charge. Mindy's eyes widened when she saw, and handed him his receipt with a wink. Charlie was about to put it into his pocket, when he noticed how oddly stiff it felt. Upon closer inspection, Mindy had slipped a business card in with the bill. The front of the card read "Mindy Maneater," and had the Honey Pot's logo, address, and phone number. On the back of a card was a handwritten note that said, "Call me 1-xxx-xxxx."

"Nice, dude," Gary congratulated, and clapped him on the shoulder.

"So, you had a great time with your mom?" asked Bruce, in the car.

"She's not my—"

"Mother, yeah, we know," finished Bruce. Charlie sighed. "Does she have a twin sister, maybe?"

"Nope. Only child," Charlie replied.

"You sure?"

"God damn it. Yes, I'm sure."

"Something's not right here."

Bruce dropped him off at his house fifteen minutes later. Drunk and tired, Charlie went straight to bed, and fell asleep within seconds.

The smell of pancakes and bacon wafted in through the door the next morning, and woke Charlie up. Stella was in the kitchen, loading a stack of pancakes onto a plate when he stumbled in.

"Good morning, champ!"

"Morning, Mom."

"Congrats on winning your game last night. Did you have a fun time celebrating?"

"Uh, yeah, it was ok." He couldn't exactly tell her he'd gone to a strip club to see a stripper that looked just like her, and then gotten dry-humped by a waitress. 

"Just ok?"

The light of the morning sun shone right in her face when she sat down at the table, and Charlie dropped his fork. 

"Everything alright?"

"Um, uh, yeah," he stammered. With the light hitting her just right, she looked so much like Starlight, he could have sworn it was her. But then she looked at him, with her big, brown eyes—not blue—and he knew it couldn't be.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, Mom." Memories of the previous night bubbled to the top of his mind, and he quickly became uncomfortable with a growing erection.

"Why are you fidgeting around so much?"

"I just really need to pee," he lied.

"Go pee then," she said, and rolled her eyes at him.

Charlie rushed upstairs. As soon as he closed to the door to his room behind him, he pulled out his hard dick, and started masturbating. In his mind, he replayed the events of last night, but every time he pictured Starlight, his mental image changed to his own mother. The thought of his mother, the quiet and unassuming cook, splayed nearly naked on the stage, with hundreds of strangers watching her was incredibly arousing, and he shot rope after rope of cum on the ground. 

Immediately after climaxing, he felt incredibly guilty. He knew he wasn't supposed to think that way about her, and how incredibly pissed she would be if she ever found out, but the thoughts came of their own accord.

When he came back downstairs, his mother had already finished eating, and he had a hard time looking into her eyes. He suddenly remembered what his team captain had said in the car last night. An idea popped into his head.

"Mom?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm doing a project for a class right now, and we're supposed to draw a family tree."

"And you want to know about your dad?" Charlie's father had walked out on her while she was pregnant with him, and she never told Charlie any details about him. 

"No, it's about your half."

"I think you know as much as I do. We never really kept a family history, so there's not much to it."

"I was actually wondering if you had any siblings."

"You know I don't."

"Yeah, but are you sure?"

"I think I would remember if I had one."

"So there's like no long lost twin?"

She grabbed his hand, and gently stroked it with her thumb in a comforting manner. "No, honey, it's just me." The moment her skin touched his, memories of Starlight, naked and wrapped around a pole, rushed back, and he gulped.

"Uh, ok, thanks."

"Any more questions?"

"No." He did, in fact, have a lot more questions. Like if she had a secret identity as a stripper, or whether or not she had a tramp stamp with the words "cum whore" written on them, but he couldn't bring himself to ask either.

"If you're done with breakfast, I'll drive you to campus."

"Ok. Thanks, Mom."

Stella dropped him off at Southport College ten minutes later. Gary was miming in the air, as if he was trying to squeeze something, when Charlie walked into the lecture hall.

"Oh hey, Charlie," Gary greeted him. "I was just telling Bruce here how beautiful your stripper mom's tits were."

"She's not my—"

"Yeah, yeah, we know."

"And you're sure she's a cook?" asked Bruce.

"For fuck's sake, yes. I've been there. Several times." She had the job for as long as he could remember. Jameson's Grill was a fancy four star restaurant that specialized in grilled and barbecued meals. It was too expensive for them to eat there regularly, but every year, on his birthday, she treated him to a superb meal, on the house. Sometimes, when he borrowed the car, he'd end up picking her up from work, and while he waited for her to finish up, Babs, the proprietor and friend of his mother, would sneak him some wonderful desserts. On his eighteenth birthday, he had even been on a tour of the kitchen. 

"Alright then, no need to get so defensive. But you have to admit, it's really weird."

Throughout the day, Bruce's words nagged at him. The more he thought about it, the less sure he was that his mother actually worked in the restaurant. Thinking about restaurants, the waitress from last night popped into his memory. To get his mind off the frustrating situation, he dug the card Mindy had slipped him out of his pocket, and dialed the number on the back.

"Hello?" answered a woman's voice.

"Hey, uh...Mindy? This is Charlie. From last night."

"Oh, hey," she answered, instantly sounding more cheerful. "Didn't expect you to call so soon."

"Well, I can't get you out of my mind."

"Aw, how cute."

"Do you want to grab a coffee or something?"

"Hmm...I'd like to, but I'm working. How about tomorrow, noonish?" 

"Sure, that works. Where should I pick you up?"

"At the Honey Pot."

"You live there?"

"No, but I live within walking distance."

"Oh, I'll see you tomorrow at noon, then."

They made their goodbyes, and hung up. Charlie felt much better after the call, and was eager to see Mindy again. He managed to successfully put the identity question out of his mind for the rest of day, and retired early to bed, still a little bit sore from the game. Stella worked the late shift at the restaurant, and wouldn't be home before midnight.

That night, he dreamed of his mother and Mindy, dancing together on the stage of the Honey Pot. All around them, the Southport Greyhounds cheered on as the two women on the stage undressed each other. Mindy knelt on the floor, and placed her mouth between his mother's legs. With wild, loud moans, his mother writhed in pleasure, and ran her hands all over her body. 

Charlie woke up with a raging hardon, and a smile on his face. He pulled his cock out of his boxers, and furiously jacked off, until he erupted in a mind-blowing orgasm, shooting ropes of cum all over his bare chest. Shortly after, the guilt set in, and he wondered what was wrong with him. The thought of his mother being eaten out in front of a crowd of people had been incredibly arousing, but he knew it was wrong. How would his mother react if she found out? He cursed Gary and Bruce for twisting his thoughts.

The smell of breakfast drew him out of bed, and after quickly cleaning up the mess, he joined his mother in the downstairs kitchen.

"Good morning, sweetie."

"Morning, Mom." Her t-shirt stretched tightly across her chest, and Charlie tried his best not to stare.

"You ok? You're acting a little weird."

"Yeah," he denied. Eager to change the subject, he asked, "Mom, could I borrow the car later?"

"Sure, what do you need it for?"

"I've got a date."

"Ooh, a date!" she replied excitedly. "With who?"

"Just someone I met at the party on Thursday."

"Is she cute?"

"Not that it's any of your business, but yes."

"Oh, a cute girl, huh? In that case, you can definitely have the car. I'll get a ride from Babs, so feel free to spend all day on your date. Or all night." She winked at him.

"Mom!" he protested, but she just rolled her eyes at him.

Charlie arrived at the Honey Pot parking lot ten minutes early. He got out, and leaned against the trunk of the car. The March air was unusually warm, and he closed his eyes to let the sun shine on his face.

Footsteps approached, and he opened his eyes. Mindy walked towards him, dressed casually in faded jeans and white blouse, her brown hair tied into a ponytail.

"Hello, Mindy," he greeted her, with a hopefully dazzling smile.

"Hey, Charlie." She came to a stop just in front of him. "Before we go on our date, there's something you should know, though."

"What's that?"

"My name's not actually Mindy, that's just my stage name. My real name is Sandra."

"Oh." He chided himself for not realizing that sooner, but recovered quickly. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Sandra." He held out his hand, and she shook it.

"So," she said, and leaned against the car next to him, "what are we going to do today?"

Charlie gulped. He hadn't actually planned that far ahead. He remembered saying something about coffee on the phone, and suggested, "We could drive around until we find a Starbucks, or something. There's gotta be one around here."

"There's a few, but I know of something better."

"Oh?" 

"Yeah, come on." She grabbed his hand, and led him out of the parking lot. 

"Where are we going?" asked Charlie, after they had walked for a few minutes.

"It's this great little spot, everyone from the Honey Pot goes there to eat."

They walked another minute, then Sandra suddenly halted in front of a door. Just above the door hung a small sign that just read "Blake's" in stylized script. If Sandra hadn't pointed it out, he never would have given it a second glance.

Behind the door was a steep, narrow, carpeted staircase. They went up, and Charlie found himself standing in a dimly lit, cozy room. Scattered around the room were large, plush sofas, arranged into circles around coffee tables. Everything smelt like freshly baked goods. He couldn't help but instantly feel like he was at home here, as if he were visiting his grandmother.

"This is really nice," he commented. 

An older woman with graying hair rounded the corner. She was short and heavy set, but wore a kind face, and gave off the air of a doting parent.

"Sandra! Good to see you, child," she said, with a heavy English accent.

"Hey, Blake!" replied Sandra, and they hugged.

"And who's this fine gentleman?"

"That's Charlie, he's taking me out on a date."

Charlie offered his hand, but Blake stepped past the outstretched hand, and embraced him in a tight hug. "Welcome to my little corner of the world, Charlie."

"Thanks. This place looks really great."

"Mmm, good looking and nice, I can see why you let him court you, Sandra. Say, you look familiar somehow, have we met before?"

"No, I don't think so." He was sure he would have remembered if they did.

"No? Well, no matter. What can I get you two?"

"Vanilla coffees and some banoffee pie, for the both of us," Sandra ordered, and pulled him towards one of the couches. Apart from the two of them, there didn't seem to be any other customers.

"What is this place?" asked Charlie. Sandra sat down right next to him. 

"It's the best coffee place in Southport. Everyone from the Honey Pot comes here to relax."

"It seems really nice. Speaking of the Honey Pot, how long have you been working there?"

"I started two years ago, when I was nineteen."

"Do you like it?"

"Oh yeah, it's great. The money's real good, and it's a lot of fun."

"I have to admit, I've never known an uh..."

"Stripper?" she suggested.

"I was gonna say exotic dancer," he admitted, sheepishly, and Sandra burst into giggles.

"It's ok, I'm not ashamed of what I do."

"Are you usually, uh, this friendly with people you just met?"

"Charlie! Are you asking me if I'm a slut?"

"What? No, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that, I just—" Sandra actually started laughing.

"Oh, you should see your face right now!" After she finished laughing, she continued in a more serious tone, "I know girls aren't supposed to say it, but I kind of am a slut. Although I don't normally make guys cream their pants giving them a lap dance. Well, at least not intentionally."

"You mean you wanted to do that?"

"Uh huh. You were kind of a special situation."

"Special how?"

Blake came back in the room, carrying a tray with two plates, and two large mugs. She set the tray down on the table, and said to Charlie, "I hope you like it."

"Thanks, Blake," thanked Sandra, and Blake retreated to the back again. The two mugs contained coffee, with a large scoop of vanilla ice cream floating in the middle. On each plate was a slice of pie, consisting of a thick layer of banana at the bottom, and fluffy white cream on top. Charlie grabbed a fork, and tried a piece.

"My god, this is amazing," he professed.

"Told you. Best place in the city."

"How come the place is so empty if the food is so good?"

"It gets a lot busier in the evenings, when all the girls are working," she explained. Charlie took another bite. "So tell me, what do you do?"

"I'm majoring in business at Southport College, and play on the soccer team. I actually only got in on a soccer scholarship."

"Soccer, huh? I guess that must have been your team you were with on Thursday."

"Yeah, we won a game that night, and wanted to celebrate."

They continued eating, drinking, and chatting. Sandra shared Charlie's taste in music, and they spent an hour talking about shows they'd been to. After exhausting that particular topic, they decided it was time to go, and Charlie, after insisting, paid for the both of them. 

After walking two blocks, Sandra slowed down, and stopped in front of a large apartment building.

"What's up?" asked Charlie.

"I actually live here," she replied. "Do you want to come up for a cup of coffee or something?"

"But we just—" he started, but then it clicked. "Oh!"

"Told you I'm a bit of a slut."

They rushed up the four flights of stairs to her apartment, and as soon as the door closed behind them, clothes came flying off. Charlie stared at Sandra's bare naked, fit body with obvious appreciation. Her breasts were small, but perky, and she had amazing hips. 

Sandra opened a drawer, and pulled out a condom. She tore open the packet, and rolled it on his erection, then jumped on him, and wrapped her legs around his back. Charlie groaned as she lowered herself onto his rock hard cock. They kissed hungrily. He pressed her against a wall, and started pounding her tight pussy as if his life depended on it. 

"Oh god yes, faster, faster!" Sandra grabbed a fistful of his hair, pulled his head back, and licked his throat and neck.

Charlie thrust faster, and a short while later felt Sandra's body shudder and twist. The pressure on his cock increased, and with a powerful climax, he emptied his load. Sandra let go of him, and hopped off.

"Holy shit that was good," commented Charlie.

"Yeah, it was a good start," she agreed.

"Start?"

"You tired already? I thought soccer players were supposed to have a lot of stamina."

"No, of course I'm not tired." He remembered his mother's words, telling him he could take all day. Or night. 

"What's the problem then?"

"The only problem is whether or not you have enough condoms," he bantered..

"Oh, don't you worry about that. A slut like me is always prepared." She rummaged in the drawer, grabbed a handful of condom packets, and showered him in a rain of prophylactics. "That enough for you, man whore?"

Charlie caught one of the wrappers, tore off the one on his cock, and unrolled the next one, already hard again. "Let's find out, you hussy."

He turned her around, and pushed her against the wall, then entered her, slamming her from behind. With every thrust, Sandra let out wails of pleasure, pressed against the hard surface. Having just orgasmed, he was able to last much longer, and soon enough Sandra came again.

They spent the rest of the afternoon having sex all over the apartment, alternating between raw, pornstar style fucking, and sweet, tender lovemaking on the bed. Hungry and sweaty from the intense workout, they ordered takeout. When it arrived, Sandra opened the door wearing just a towel wrapped around herself, and they both collapsed in a fit of giggles at the delivery guy's startled, bug eyed expression.

The sun went down, and they ended up naked, entangled in each other's limbs, in front of the TV. Charlie enjoyed the feel of her body, pressing into him, and the smell of her natural aroma.

"This might just be the best day of my life," he mused, exhausted and satisfied.

"You're not so bad yourself," she replied.

The clock on the wall read 11 PM. 

"I can't believe it's so late already. I wish I didn't have to go."

"Then don't. Stay here. All night."

"I can't. I gotta return the car, and I think my mother would worry."

"I'm not so sure about that."

"What?"

"Nevermind." She sighed deeply. "Will you call me again?"

"Oh, you can count on it. It's nice having my own personal sex slave."

Sandra giggled, and they kissed again. Reluctantly, he broke the kiss, gathered his clothing off the floor, and dressed. They kissed again, slow and luxuriously, and then he went down the stairs. The cool night air felt good on his skin, and he replayed his favorite moments of the night in his head as he walked back to the Honey Pot's parking lot. He already missed her.

The lights of the Honey Pot were now on, illuminating the parking lot in a bright, neon glare. One of the dancers, the redhead he had seen on Thursday, stood at the back entrance, smoking a cigarette. Charlie was about to unlock the door to the family car, when he heard the woman's angry shouts.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"What do you mean?" he replied.

"Get away from Starlight's car, you creep."

"What?" He was still too distracted by thoughts of Sandra to properly parse what she was yelling.

"You heard me. Just because you shitheads throw a lot of money at her every night doesn't mean you own her."

"This is my car," he said, held up his keys, and jiggled them in his raised hand, and then unlocked the door. 

"Oh," the woman conceded. "My bad. I just thought you were one of those pervs that likes to stalk us. Sorry."

"Whatever." He shook his head, and got in the car.

Charlie was already halfway back home, when the woman's words struck him like lightning. She had definitely said Starlight's car. He considered what the odds were of two women, looking nearly identical, to be driving the same car. Extremely low, according to his estimates.

He turned the car around, and started driving to Jameson's Grill, which was closer. Stella wouldn't be home yet, and if she wasn't the same person as Starlight, she'd be there. The entire drive his mind raced, and a knot formed in his stomach.

"Hello, and welcome to Jameson's Grill, do you have a reservation?" The pretty head waitress asked Charlie as he entered the building.

"Could I get into the kitchen? I need to talk to my mother. Stella."

She gave him a blank stare, as if she didn't recognize the name.

"Stella. Stella Dawson," he said again.

"I'm sorry, I don't know who that is."

"What about Babs, then?"

She seemed surprised he knew the name of the owner, but replied, "Uh sure, she's here. Please wait."

Charlie watched her hurry off, and the knot in his stomach grew tighter. The head waitress returned, trailed by Babs. 




Starlight's Secret



"Hello Charlie, great to see you," she sounded cheerful, and smiled at him. "What brings you here?"

"Hey, Babs. Could I talk to my mother? It's very important."

Babs' demeanor changed, and she looked uncomfortable. "I'm afraid she's um...out right now. On an errand."

"Tell me the truth. Does she actually work here?"

She looked at him with sorrowful eyes, and replied, "I don't think I'm the right person to ask that."

"But you own this place!" he said, exasperated, on the verge of yelling.

"Listen, Charlie. You should be talking to Stella, not me. It's not my place."

Charlie turned on his heel, and walked out without saying another word. He practically felt Babs' stare on his back, expression full of pity towards the end. He pulled out his phone, and called his mother. She picked up after the fourth ring.

"Mom?"

"Charlie?" She sounded surprised. In the background, loud music played.

"Are you at work right now?"

"Yeah, hon. It's a busy night, I've been stuck in the kitchen for hours." 

He felt like someone had punched him in the stomach. He hung up, and took a few deep breaths of the night air. The smells coming from the restaurant's kitchen, mixed with the fresh oxygen, cleared his head a little. Not knowing what else to do, he called Sandra.

"Hey, Sandra?"

"Wow, that was fast. You're already craving another taste of my sweet cunt?"

"I...no. I need to ask you something."

She sensed the seriousness in his tone, and replied, "Sure, anything. What's up?"

"Not on the phone. Can I come over?"

"Of course."

"I'll be there in fifteen minutes."

On the way back to her place, Charlie ran a red light, and almost crashed the car, too preoccupied with his thoughts. His phone rang several times, and the display showed it was Stella. He didn't pick up.

Sandra opened the door, hugged him, and let him in. He sat down on the couch, but couldn't bring himself to say anything. Wordless, Sandra retrieved a bottle of whisky and two glasses from the kitchen. She set down the glasses on the coffee table, and poured two shots. 

"Here, this might help."

Charlie picked up the glass, and downed the contents in one go. The alcohol burned in his throat.

"So. Tell me, what's wrong?" 

"How much do you know about my moth—about Starlight?" he asked.

Sandra downed her own glass, and refilled both. She was silent for a long time.

"I guess you found out," she said, finally.

"You knew?"

"Yeah. She talks about you a lot."

"In all these years...she never told me. Why?"

"I can't answer that. But I know she loves you a lot."

"Why didn't she tell me the truth, then?"

Sandra handed him the glass, and he downed the whisky. Sandra's phone rang. She picked it up, and looked at the screen.

"I better take this," she said, and went into the kitchen.

From his position on the sofa, he could only hear one side of the conversation.

"Hello, Stella."

"Yeah, he's here."

"Yes."

"No, he's not."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of him."

"No problem."

"Bye."

Sandra came back, and sat down next to him.

"Was that..." he started.

"Your mother? Yeah," she finished.

Charlie felt numb. He had no idea how to react to his mother lying to him his entire life.

"You can stay here, if you want," she suggested.

"Thanks, I'd like that."

"Come on." She grabbed him by the arm, and dragged him to the bedroom. He stripped down to his boxers, and laid down on the soft mattress. Sandra climbed in behind him, and spooned him. Tipsy from the alcohol, with her breasts pressing into his back, and her warmth hot on his skin, he fell into troubled sleep.

Charlie dreamed that he was lying in his own bed, back home. Stella and Starlight were kneeling, naked, to either side of him. Starlight's platinum blonde hair and blue eyes stood in contrast to his mother's brown eyes and brown hair. They both leaned forward simultaneously, and started licking his penis. Blood rushed into his member, and he was rock hard quickly. Starlight and his mother ran their tongues up and down his shaft. Whenever they met at the top, they embraced in a kiss. 

He woke up with a start. Sandra's head was bobbing up and down his cock. It was too much.

"I'm about to..." he started, but before he could finish, he came. Sandra pulled her head back, but it was too late. He shot rope after rope of pearly white cum across her eyes, nose and mouth. "Sorry," he muttered, after he finished.

Sandra grabbed a few tissues from the nightstand, and wiped off the sticky liquid. 

"Don't worry, a seasoned harlot like me can take it. Just thought you should start the day off right." 

"Thanks, that was... incredible." Although he thought it had more to do with the dream, than with her skills.

"How are you feeling?"

He considered it for a moment. His head hurt, most of all, but in the morning light the whole situation seemed manageable. He wasn't as upset at Stella anymore. "Better," he answered.

"That's good."

"What time is it?"

"Just about nine." His mother would probably be eating breakfast right now.

"I think I better talk to my mom."

She didn't reply.

"Shouldn't I?" he asked, uncertain.

"It's your choice," she said, "but I think you're going to have to eventually."

Charlie got dressed, shared a long goodbye kiss with Sandra, and drove home. He was starting to really like her. During the drive, he came up with a long speech he wanted to say, and a list of questions he wanted to ask. He opened the front door, and walked into the kitchen. Stella sat there, wearing an oversized t-shirt, her hair dishevelled. Her eyes were bloodshot, as if she'd been crying. Everything he had prepared evaporated.

"Mom?" he asked, uncertain.

Stella looked up at her son's words, shot out of her chair, and embraced him in a tight hug. 

"Oh, honey, I'm so sorry."

"All these years...why?"

She let go of him, and sat back down at the table. Charlie took the chair opposite hers.

"Back when you were born, I decided not tell you until you were of age. I love what I do, but I wanted a normal childhood for you. You'd have a hard time in school if everyone found out your mom's an exotic dancer."

"But I'm 21 now."

"Yeah...I meant to tell you. At some point. But I kept putting it off, and then I thought it was too late, and I just kept pretending you'd never find out. And here we are."

"What about the restaurant? You took me there every year for my birthday."

"Babs is a good friend of mine. I used to work with her, back in the old days, and she owed me a few favors. She called me right after you were there last night, after I talked to you."

"What about the hair, and eyes?"

"It's just a wig and colored contacts."

"And the tattoo?" Charlie had flashbacks of Starlight—no, his mother—giving his friend a lap dance. The words "cum whore" burned in his mind.

"It's temporary. It only lasts a few days, but I get way better tips."

Charlie was quiet for a while, and Stella didn't say a word.

"I saw you naked," he blurted out.

"Yeah, I know. I've seen a few of your friends at the club every once in awhile, but I never actually expected all of you to show up. Especially not you."

"But you gave my friend a lap dance! Right in front of me."

"I was hoping you weren't paying much attention to me with the distraction I arranged."

"Distraction? What are you—" he started, perplex, but then it hit him. "Sandra?"

"Yeah, did you like my little present?"

Charlie felt like Stella had dropped a bucket of ice cold water on his head. He had, until now, assumed Sandra had just liked him. If she was only doing this because his mother had asked her to, it would cut deep.

"You mean you told her to do all that?"

"I told her to keep you busy while I entertained your friend, and—"

Charlie shot up so quickly the chair toppled over, clattering on the ground. He stormed up the stairs to his room, barely hearing his mom shout after him, "I didn't mean it like that!" He plopped down on his bed, and felt miserable. 

With a knock on the door, Stella asked, "Can I come in?"

"No. I'd rather not talk to you right now."

He listened to her footsteps go down the stairs again, and stared at the ceiling. He wasn't bothered as much by the fact that his mom was an exotic dancer, rather that she had lied to him his entire life. Arranging for Sandra to practically babysit him somehow hurt even worse.

Half an hour later, a car pulled into the driveway, and the doorbell rang. The door opened, and he heard muffled voices coming from downstairs.

Another knock sounded on his door, but he ignored it.

"Charlie?" It was Sandra's voice. He had thought he didn't want to see anyone right now, but hearing her voice changed that.

"Come in."

The door opened, and Sandra walked in. She looked around the room, and then sat down at the edge of the bed.

"I heard it didn't go so well."

"And now you're here to make it all better? Came to do my mother's bidding again?" he asked, savagely.

"Oh, is that what's bothering you?"

He stayed silent, not wanting to admit out loud how much it had hurt him.

"I knew who you were when you went to the club," she continued. "Stella has shown us a lot of pictures. She's really proud of you, you know? Anyway, I always thought you were pretty cute, even before I saw you that night. The way she talks about you made you sound really nice. So when I saw you sitting there, I couldn't help but flirt a little. Then your friend told us he'd pay the two of us for a lap dance, and I told Stella. She really wanted to do it, but told me to keep you busy. I, uh, may have overdone it a bit. But everything after that was my choice. Your mother didn't have anything to do with it."

Charlie mulled her words over in his head for a while, then asked, "And the whole 'mommy' stuff you were doing?"

"I just did that to tease Stella." 

A huge weight seemingly lifted off his chest, and he took a few deep breaths. 

"Feeling better?" she asked.

"Yeah. A little."

"Scoot over, then."

He made room for Sandra on the bed, and she laid down next to him.

"Tell me about my mother. About Starlight. I feel like I barely know her."

"She's really nice, and friendly. Not like some of the others who work there. Even after being on the stage for so many years, she's still kind. That's rare."

"And she dances on strangers' laps for money?"

"Yeah, but so do I. That's just part of our job."

"And you kissed her. After the lap dance, I mean."

"Yeah. I was really horny after grinding on you, and it's not like we haven't done it before."

"You've kissed before?"

"To be perfectly honest, we've done a lot more than kiss."

"You've had sex with my mother?"

"Yeah. Told you I'm a bit of a slut, didn't I?"

Charlie remembered his dream from the night before, where Sandra had been kneeling in front of his mother, eating her out on the stage. Against his will, he felt his cock harden.

"You may have mentioned it," he conceded. "And the whole 'cum whore' thing?"

"That's just Stella being Stella."

"I've never seen that side of her. I had no idea she could be so..." he failed to find a word to adequately describe his mixed feelings, and finally settled on, "kinky."

"Kinky doesn't even come close, Charlie. I think your mother is the filthiest person I know."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah."

"Why'd she hide it all from me?"

"It's hard, being a mother and a stripper. I haven't been doing it as long as she has, but you have to make a lot of hard choices. There's a negative stigma attached to what we do, and I don't know if I'd want that for my children. I really don't."

"I'm not mad at her for what she's doing. Not really. Only that she kept lying to me all these years."

"Maybe you should tell her that, not me."

He turned his head, and kissed her on the lips. "You're right."

"Do you want to talk to her alone? I can stay up here, or go."

"No, I think I'd prefer it if you were there."

"Let's go, then."

Together, they walked down the stairs to the kitchen, and sat down at the table, where Stella was waiting patiently.

"Hey, Mom."

"I'm really, really sorry."

"I know."

"If you want me to quit, I will."

"No, I don't care about what you do at the club, but you've been lying to me for all these years."

Stella hung her head in shame, and looked down at the floor.

"I'm sorry, Charlie. I wish I could undo it. From now on, I promise you that I'm gonna be honest, no matter what. Deal?"

"Deal. But that doesn't magically erase everything."

"I know, but as long as there is a way to work through this, we will."

"I hope so."

"How about we start with breakfast, or have you already eaten?"

At the mention of breakfast, Charlie's stomach rumbled, and he realized he hadn't eaten anything yet. "Breakfast sounds good like a good start."

They ate in silence, and when they finished, Sandra excused herself. Charlie walked her to the door, and they kissed.

"Thank you for coming, Sandra. I really mean it. I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't been there."

"Glad I could help. Call me soon, ok?"

"Ok."

He returned to the kitchen, and realized he was alone again with this mother. 

"Do you like her?" Stella asked.

"Yeah, I think so."

"Good. She's a great girl."

He remembered what Sandra had told him. "Mom?"

"Yeah?"

"Sandra said you two had sex." Stella choked on her orange juice. "No more lies, remember?"

She sighed, and said, "Yeah, we did. Does that bother you?"

"No, I don't think so." It was weird, but that had been before he even met Sandra.

"Why did you give Gary a lap dance, right in front me?"

"To tell you the truth, your friends are kind of hot. Ever since you joined the team, I've always wanted to fuck some of them."

"Mom! What the hell?" he protested, but his cock twitched.

"Honesty, remember? Anyway, I never did anything."

"Do you know the kinds of things they say about you? They even got a chant. Stripper mom."

"I'm sorry. Do they know it's me? I mean, do they know I'm Starlight?"

"Some of them think so, but I kept telling them it wasn't you, and I think they bought it."

"That's good. Are you really ok with me dancing?"

"Yeah, of course." He left out the part where he'd been dreaming about her.

Over the next few weeks, things between Charlie and Stella returned to something close to normal. It had been difficult for him to wrap his mind around the fact his mother had led a double life, but he came to accept it. 

Sandra and Charlie kept dating. Every day, he grew to like her just a little bit more. She was easy going, attractive, smart, and nearly insatiable in bed. The rest of the Southport Greyhounds made fun of him at first for dating a stripper, but he was too happy to care, and at least they seemed to have forgotten about Starlight in the wake of the new discovery.

Since she no longer had to pretend to be a respectable cook, Stella started wearing more revealing clothes around the house, and it wasn't unusual for her to ask his opinion about a new costume. Charlie's dreams and fantasies about her increased and intensified, but in waking life he had his hands more than full with Sandra.

Everything seemed to be going great, until one morning, when Charlie woke up next to Sandra. He had stayed the night at her place, as he did more and more often.

"Good morning," she greeted him.

"Morning," he mumbled, still half asleep.

"Can I ask you something serious?"

"Sure."

"Will you promise not to get mad?"

"Umm, ok. I promise."

She hesitated for a few moments. "Do you...ever sometimes dream about your mom?"

His heart skipped a beat. He had, in fact, dreamed about her that very night. In his dream, Stella, dressed as Starlight, had been giving him a blowjob, while Sandra sat on his face, grinding her wet pussy on his mouth.

"Uh, of course, she's my mom," he replied, trying to sound as casual as possible.

"I don't mean like in normal dreams. I'm talking about naughty ones."

"What? Why?" Was this how his relationship would end? Had he let something slip, and now she was so disgusted with him she couldn't stand him any longer?

"Oh, it's just that sometimes you mutter her name in your dreams."

"Do I?"

"Yeah, like when I play with your cock at night."

"You play with me at night?"

"Of course I play with my favorite toy, but don't change the subject."

"Uh, I guess. Sometimes," he admitted reluctantly. It was probably too late to deny anything.

"Tell me about them." That wasn't what he had expected.

"Like what?"

"Tell me what she's doing in your dreams."

"I dunno, she's naked, I guess?"

"No, Charlie. Tell me all the filthy details."

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah."

"Ok, uh, I guess the first time wasn't really a dream. It was the day after we were at the Honey Pot the first time. Mom made breakfast, and she looked so much like Starlight. I don't know why, but imagining Mom up on that stage, with hundreds of strangers watching her take her clothes off, it was really hot. I basically ran up to my room, and jacked off."

Sandra giggled. "And you didn't know Starlight was your mom then?"

"Nope. I don't think I wanted to admit it. I thought she might have had a twin sister or something."

"So then what?"

"After I asked you out on a date, I dreamed the two of you were on the stage at the Honey Pot, and you were both naked. Everyone was watching, and you got down on your knees in front of her, and started eating her out."

Sandra moaned softly. Charlie realized she had her hands between her legs, and was masturbating.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Don't stop now. Tell me more."

He felt himself get hard trying to remember all the dreams. "The next one actually had both my mom and Starlight. I was lying in bed, and rock hard. Both of them were licking my balls, and then my cock. Whenever they got to the tip, they kissed each other."

Sandra had her eyes closed, and was breathing harder.

"That was actually the day I found out," he continued, "and you woke me up with a blowjob. Then there was one where she was giving Gary a lap dance, but they were both naked, and she was actually riding him, until he came in her. There were a few more, but I don't remember them all. Just now I had one where you were sitting on my face, and she was giving me a blowjob."

Next to him, Sandra tensed up, and her whole body shuddered. She kissed Charlie.

"That's hot," she whispered.

"You're not...mad? Or disgusted?"

Sandra scrambled on top of him, guided his hard cock into her incredibly wet pussy, and started riding him slowly. It was the first time they had sex without a condom, and the sensation nearly overwhelmed him.

"I'm trying to imagine what it would be like watching a mom and her son have sex."

"But it's not right," he protested.

"That's what makes it so hot. Like a forbidden fruit."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Have you ever thought about actually having sex with her?" She started riding him faster.

"No. I think she'd freak out."

"Are you sure? The way she talks about you sometimes, you'd think she was half in love with you. And I already told you she's the filthiest person I know." 

Charlie could barely believe the words coming out of her mouth.

"I kind of want to watch it, you know," she continued.

"Watch what?"

"You and your mother having sex."

"Are you serious?"

"One hundred percent."

"I'm pretty close to coming."

"So?"

"I'm not wearing a condom."

"I don't think I care anymore. Just close your eyes, and imagine it's Stella riding you. Imagine it's your mom who says to you 'Come on, baby, fill your mommy with your cum.'"

Sandra's words pushed Charlie over the edge, and he came hard, shooting a massive load deep into her. 




Starlight's Secret



Breathless, he said, "I think I love you." After saying it for the first time, he knew it was true.

"I think I love you, too."

They kissed, and then cuddled.

"Do you want me to try and test the waters with your mom?"

"I don't know. It's pretty hot talking about it, but I don't know if I could actually do it."

"Well, if you change your mind, let me know."

Their relationship intensified after that, and Charlie was happy he had someone to talk about his feelings with. Someone he could trust with everything. Sandra kept hinting that she wanted to see him and Stella together, going so far as to surprise him by putting on a platinum blond wig, and blue contacts, and making him call her "Mommy" while they had sex. 

When he wasn't spending his time with Sandra, he went to classes, or trained with the Southport Greyhounds. The season had gone exceptionally well, surpassing all of their expectations. They only had one last, big game coming up. A re-match against their rival college.

In the locker room, just before the last game, Bruce was trying to motivate the Southport Greyhounds.

"Listen, gang, I know we've had a great season, but it's not in the bag yet. This is the big one. One final test this year. If we win this, we'll secure our names in the history of Southport College," yelled Bruce.

"No pressure, right?" quipped Gary.

"None at all."

"Where's the speech about an excellent performance deserving an excellent reward?"

"We haven't won yet."

"But if we win, surely we'll get something nice?"

"What are you hinting at, Gary?"

"Oh, I've got something special in mind."

"Sure. If we win, we'll do something special."

The game started off poorly, and they were down 0-1 by halftime. In the locker room during the break, Charlie sat on the bench, drenched with sweat. Gary tried to motivate the rest of the team. 

"Come on, I know we're down, but we can't lose this. I got something really special planned, and you guys don't want to miss out. Trust me."

"Just tell us what it is, for fuck's sake," cursed Peter.

"Nah, man, you gotta wait and see." The rest of the team booed in unison. "Alright, fine, just a little hint. There's gonna be boobs."

"Alright, that sounds better," yelled Peter, and Charlie wondered what he could possibly have planned.

They trudged out on to the field, and continued the game. Charlie didn't know whether or not it had been Gary's words or something else, but the team was invigorated, and played at the top of their form. By the 90 minute mark, they had evened out the game. It almost looked like it would result in overtime, when Gary shot a wide pass, and Charlie passed to Peter between the legs of an enemy player. Peter scored a goal with 35 seconds left on the clock. 

Overjoyed at their victory, they carried Peter back to the locker room on their shoulders. 

"Everyone hit the showers," commanded Bruce. "Gary wants us to meet up in the clubhouse in half an hour." Charlie showered, then dressed. He pulled out his phone to call Sandra, and let her know he was probably going to be late.

"We won!"

"Nice. Great job!" she congratulated him, sounding cheerful.

"Gary organized a party for us, I'm probably gonna be late."

"Oh, I know."

"You know?"

"It's a surprise."

"What? You're a part of this?"

"No, not exactly."

"Then what?"

"Just come over here, you'll find out."

"You're at the clubhouse?"

"Yeah."

Charlie got into his car, and drove the two blocks to the Southport Greyhound clubhouse. Sandra's car was waiting in the parking lot. Sandra rolled down the window, and he leaned in for a kiss. In the passenger seat sat Stella. Except it wasn't really Stella. It was Starlight, complete with wig and contacts.

"What's going on here?" he asked, confused.

"Hey, Charlie," said his mother.

"You haven't worked it out yet?" asked Sandra.

"No, I guess not."

"Gary called the Honey Pot earlier today, and said he wanted to organize a party. He wanted to hire Starlight, specifically."

"That bastard."

"No, it's alright, Charlie. I'm happy to do it."

"Won't it be weird if I'm there?"

"No, not at all."

Sandra shot Charlie a meaningful look, trying to imply something. He remembered their conversations, and his heart skipped a beat. 

"Are you gonna be dancing, too?" he asked Sandra.

"Nope, I'm just here as Stella's ride."

"You better go inside and get ready, we'll be there soon," added his mother.

"Alright. I'll try to keep my eyes closed when you do your thing."

They both giggled, and Charlie went into the building. He climbed the stairs to the club's entrance hall. The room had been cleared of its usual clutter, and only a few sofas and chairs ringed the outside. The walls were covered in pictures of the Southport Greyhounds through the years, and the trophies they had earned. To the side was a bar, with both alcoholic and soft drinks.

A few people were already sitting in the chairs, and Charlie plopped down on a sofa. A few more of his teammates showed up, and then Sandra entered the room, followed by Gary. Charlie wondered what they had in store.

Sandra turned off all the lights, plunging the room into darkness. A few people yelled shouts of complaint, but Sandra already turned the lights back on. She found the dial to dim down the lights, and dimmed the entire room down to a cozy level, leaving only the bright light in the center at full strength. It reminded Charlie of a spotlight, and the center of the room looked almost like a stage. 

Gary had been mixing drinks the entire time. By the time he finished, the rest of the team had sidled in. Gary went around the room, and handed everyone a fairly big glass, with some sort of murky liquid in it.

"Drink up," he told everyone.

"Is this alcohol?" asked one of the players, who wasn't 21 yet.

"Yeah, but trust me, you're gonna need it. Bottoms up!" 

Charlie downed the liquid, which tasted abysmal, and turned out to be really strong. He could feel the effects of the alcohol immediately. Sandra joined him on the couch, holding two beers in her hand.

"Hey, you," she said, and handed him one of the bottles.

"Hi," he replied, and they kissed. "So what do you guys have planned?"

"I was just setting up the lighting and hooking up the music."

"I meant for later."

"Charlie?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't be mad, ok?"

"Why would I be mad?"

"I told your mother. About the way you feel."

"You did what?" The alcohol was having an effect on him, and he couldn't quite muster up the strength to really get angry.

"Gary called the club, and I had an idea of how I could get you two together."

"Me and Gary?"

"No, you and your mom."

"Oh."

"I told Stella most of it, and she said she'll think about."

"She did? She wasn't angry?"

"Nope. Like I've told you, she really loves you."

"Yeah, but like a mother."

"Not if I can help it."

"Oh god, you're really serious, aren't you?"

"Yeah."

Charlie was incredibly nervous. Sandra grabbed two more beers from the bar, handed him one, and sat back down on the couch. Everyone was already tipsy after Gary's concoction, and were eagerly awaiting the surprise.

The door opened, and Charlie's breath caught in his throat. His mother entered the room, dressed as a cheerleader, pom-poms and all. Charlie wondered where she had found a cheerleader costume in the green and gray colors of their team. Sandra found his hand, and intertwined her fingers with his. Stella moved to the makeshift stage, and stood there motionless.

Music started playing from the speakers, and Stella raised one pom-pomed fist into the air. Her shirt stretched tight across her breast, and her short skirt barely covered anything. She repeated the routine he had seen the cheerleaders perform earlier that day, turning and twisting to the rhythm of the music. Whenever she kicked her feet high into the air, Charlie caught flashes of her green panties. On her back, the fake tattoo with the words "cum whore" was visible.

Stella dropped the pom-poms, and pulled her top over her head. Her magnificent breasts sprang free, and Charlie's heartbeat quickened. She danced by herself for a few minutes, then retrieved an empty chair from the side of the room, placed it in the spotlight, and signaled Bruce to join.

Bruce sat down on the chair, and Stella stood between his legs, with her back facing him. She lowered her ass on his lap, and ground to the beat of the music. Bruce's hands reached forward, and he squeezed her tits. All around them, the rest of the team cheered. Charlie watched in fascination as his mother was being groped by his friend. He couldn't believe she'd actually do that in right in front of him.

After a short while, she stood up, and dismissed Bruce, who went back to his seat, receiving high fives from his fellow teammates. 

"Who's the next lucky boy?" asked Stella seductively. 

A few raised their hands immediately, and she pointed at Peter, who jumped up and rushed towards the chair. She danced in front of him for a while, before straddling his hips, and pressing his face into her cleavage. Peter took a nipple into his mouth, and sucked on it to applause from team. Then he went back to his spot on the sofa, grinning broadly.

Gary went up next, leering lecherously. He sat down on the chair, and Stella got down on all fours in front of him. She slowly crawled between his legs, put one hand on each of his thighs, and pulled herself up. Her tits dragged across the length of Gary's upper body, until she ended up straddling him. She rocked her hips for a while, and Charlie remembered Sandra doing the same thing to him.

After a while, Stella stood up, and asked, "So, which one of you lucky gentlemen will be next?"

"Wait," said Gary. He unzipped his fly, and pulled out his cock. It was pretty large, thick, and fully erect. Sandra squeezed Charlie's hand.

Stella turned around, saw his penis out in the open, and licked her lips. "Mmm, that does look good, but it's not what we agreed on." She couldn't seem to take her eyes off of it.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah," she replied, still entranced by the sight.

Gary grabbed the base of his cock, and swung it back and forth. "Come on, you know you want it, cum whore."

Charlie watched as his mother knelt down between Gary's legs, and wrap her lips around the fat cock. Sandra's hand slipped under Charlie's pants, gripped his own erection, and slowly stroked it. He glanced down at her, and she flashed him a wicked smile.

Stella continued sucking on Gary's manhood, managing to take in the impressive cock all the way into her throat, slurping the entire time. She ran her tongue up and down the massive shaft, and circled the head. Her hands were gently toying with Gary's balls.

"Oh yeah. Fuck, that's so good," he moaned. "I'm gonna cum soon."

Stella took his entire cock in her mouth one more time, then pulled her head back. She pointed his cock at her chest, and started jacking him off with one hand.

Gary grunted, and shot several streams of cum over Stella's tits. Charlie watched the pearlescent fluid splatter over his mother's skin in fascination. He couldn't believe she was the same person he grew up with.

"So, who's next?" asked Stella, and several people jumped up at the same time. Bruce pushed them all back, and took over Gary's spot in the chair.

Stella wasted no time with a show and dance, and instead immediately knelt between Bruce's legs. She unzipped his pants, and fished out his cock. After a few seconds of blowing, he was fully hard. Although not as big as Gary's, Bruce's cock was still a pretty good size. She worked his pole vigorously, and he soon emptied his balls on her tits.

Peter was next, and already had his cock out before sitting down. Stella eagerly resumed her fellating. After less than a minute, Peter's dick pulsed, and he ejaculated without warning. Stella managed to pull back her head just in time not to receive his load in her mouth. Instead, Peter coated her nose, cheeks and lips in sticky fluid.

"Sorry," Peter muttered.

"It's okay, I don't mind," she replied.

The next person in line replaced Peter, and Stella had just started licking his balls, when Gary entered the spotlight again. He grabbed Stella by the hip, and hoisted her up until she was standing on all fours. With one smooth motion, he tucked his fingers under the waistband of her skirt, and pulled it down her legs.

Charlie stared at his mother's exposed ass, and even from the sidelines he could tell how wet she was. Her labia were slick with juices. It looked far better than he had imagined it in his dreams. Gary knelt down behind her, and, without warning, shoved his enormous cock into Stella's accepting hole.

"Holy shit, you guys need to try this," he roared. 

Stella received another load in her face, and the next Southport Greyhound took a seat in the chair. Gary pounded her hard from behind, and Charlie had no problem hearing the wet squishing noises made whenever Gary plunged his cock to the hilt into Charlie's mother.

"This is so hot," whispered Sandra, still softly stroking Charlie's cock. He looked over at her, and she had taken out her phone and pointed at at Stella, recording the scene in front of her. "How do you like watching your mother getting fucked?"

"She's always been so modest around me growing up...watching this is so different."

"So fucking hot?" she suggested.

"Hell. Yes."

"You should go up as well."

"I don't know."

"Please? For me?"

"I'll think about it."

"Good."

Gary was breathing harder now, and a few beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

"I'm gonna cum soon," he said loudly.

Stella lifted her head, and said, "Come in me. Fill my cum whore cunt with your sperm."

Gary closed his eyes, and gripped Stella's waist tightly. He plunged his cock as deep as he could, and emptied his balls deep into her pussy with a scream.

Afterwards, he stood up, and said loudly, "Come on guys, you gotta try this. She's so tight and wet. It's incredible."

Two lines formed, one for the chair, and one for Stella's pussy. 

Charlie watched in rapt attention as six more of his friends fucked his mom from behind. Some of them pulled out, and shot their cum over her back, or on her asshole, while others came in her. Whenever one of them pulled away, globs of cum dripped out of her pussy onto the ground.

Eventually, everyone who wanted to had a turn fucking Stella. Gary even went a second time, after he had recovered. Stella, noticing that the lines had disappeared, sat down. She looked at Charlie, out of breath, and with her face and tits glazed in cum.

"I think Charlie hasn't had a turn yet," yelled Sandra into the room.

Immediately, everyone started picking up the chant of "Charlie! Charlie! Charlie!"

"Now's your chance," said Sandra, and pulled her hand out of his pants.

Charlie got up, and walked towards his mother. His heart was pounding hard, and he couldn't believe he was actually doing this. Her eyes remained fixed on him, and she gave him a slight nod. He pulled off his shirt, and dropped his pants to the ground. His cock was so hard it was almost painful, and his balls yearned for release.

Stella laid down on her back, and spread her legs wide. Her puffy labia were raw, and completely coated in cum. He knelt down in front of her, and took in the sight of her. Stella's face and tits were splattered with his friends' cum. 

Charlie positioned the tip of his cock at his mother's entrance, and slowly pushed in. The sensation of actually sliding his dick into his own mother nearly overpowered him, lubricated by her own juices, and his friends' cum. It felt wrong, like he was doing something illegal—in front of a crowd of onlookers, no less—but he was also doing something he felt like he had wanted all his life.

Stella wrapped her legs around his hip, and held out her arm. Charlie grabbed it, and pulled her up, using his other hand to support her back. She threw her arms around his neck, and pull in close. Her hard nipples poked into his skin, and her breasts slid across his chest, lubricated by the slippery cum. She leaned in for a kiss, and he tasted the salty sperm on her lips. Her tongue darted in and out of his mouth, while she rocked her hips. Charlie responded, matching her rhythmic grinding with thrusts of his own.

Charlie didn't know how long he had been kneeling on the ground, with his mother tightly wrapped around him, but it felt like years. Stella's whole body started vibrating, and she frantically bounced up and down as best she could, moaning into his ear.

"I love you, baby," she whispered softly, and with that, Charlie climaxed. A seemingly never ending stream of cum erupted from his cock, and shudders ran through Stella's body.

"I love you too, Mom," he whispered back, after his balls were drained.

Sound from the rest of the room rushed back, and his friends were still chanting "Charlie!" over and over. Sandra was sitting on the couch, phone pointed at them, with a hand inside her own pants. Charlie and Stella untangled, and he stood up.

Gary walked up, and clapped Charlie on the shoulder.

"Good man. Good man," he congratulated Charlie. "I think you deserved to have a go at the cum whore, too. Bet you've been wanting to do that for a while, since your real mom is such a hottie." 

Charlie laughed, because Gary had no idea how true his words were. Gary took it as a sign of approval, and continued, "Better get cleaned up." As Charlie was walking towards the bathroom, he heard Gary behind him say, "Not you, cum whore. We're not done with you, yet."

Charlie looked at himself in the mirror. His heart was pounding hard. He couldn't believe his mother had actually fucked half the Southport Greyhounds—and him. The traces of their lovemaking were all over his chest and crotch. Using paper towels, he cleaned himself off as best as he could, and returned to the party. When he entered the room, he was aware of just how much like sex it stank. The air seemed thick with the smell of cum and sweat.

Gary was standing in the center, and Stella knelt in front of him, head bobbing back and forth. Charlie gathered his clothes from the floor, and plopped down next to Sandra on the couch. She leaned over, and kissed him, tenderly.

"How was it?" she asked.

"It was...amazing," he replied.

"Looks like you inherited her sluttiness."

"Did you have fun, too?"

"Oh yeah, got it all on tape, too. You know what this means, right?"

"You're gonna blackmail me?"

"Hmm...haven't even thought about that. Good idea. In fact, I'm gonna blackmail you into a threesome with Stella as soon as we get home."

"Guess I have no choice but to pay up, then."

They kissed again. On the stage, Gary said, "Are you ready to swallow it all, cum wore?"

"Mmhm," mumbled Stella, never taking her mouth off of his cock.

Gary grabbed her head, and held it tight while he came in her throat. "Oh yeah, that's good," he groaned.

Stella swallowed, pulled her head back, and licked her lips.

"I think we better call it for the night, unless someone still wants to have a go," yelled Bruce. "It's getting pretty late, and some of us need to drive."

"Yeah, I guess I've had enough, for now," replied Gary. "But we're gonna do this again," he added to Stella.

"Well, that depends on whether or not you guys are doing well next season, doesn't it? I only cheer for winners, after all."

"Oh don't worry, babe, there'll be another time," scoffed Gary. "But I guess we're done for the night."

Stella retrieved her clothes, and then pulled them over her cum encrusted body, not even bothering to clean herself up. "Mindy? You ready?"

"Yeah." Sandra kissed Charlie again, then followed Stella out.

"That was quite the party," said Bruce.




Starlight's Secret



"Goddamn, that's one hell of a girlfriend you got," commented Gary.

"I know, she's amazing," replied Charlie. He stood up, and yelled, "I'll see you guys tomorrow," to no one in particular, then left. He walked down the stairs, opened the door, and stepped into the parking lot, smelling the refreshing air. He wondered what things would be like when he saw them the next day. They were good friends, but he had not expected they'd all have sex with the same woman in one night. Instead of worrying about repercussions, Charlie was much eager to get home to his girlfriend and mother.

Sandra's car was already gone. He walked towards the family car, and sat behind the wheel. Enough time had passed since he had Gary's drink, combined with the rush of adrenaline, that he felt completely sober. He started driving home, but it seemed to take forever, and he missed the exit the first time, because he had been daydreaming about fucking Sandra and his mother at the same time. When he finally arrived home, Sandra's car was already in the parking lot.

After stepping through the front door, he heard music playing in the living room. Upstairs, someone was showering. In the living room, Sandra sat in front of the tv, bare naked, playing the video she had recorded. 

"Oh there you are, finally!" she exclaimed. "Clothes off, now! I'm incredibly horny." 

Charlie obeyed without hesitation, and within moments he was naked again. 

"Lie down," she commanded.

Charlie laid down on the thick carpet, his cock already hard. Sandra mounted him, still facing the TV, and his dick slid right into her, well lubricated by her juices. To the left of her, he could see the TV, where a recorded version of him approached Stella, while people chanted his name.

"The best part's coming up," Sandra said, eyes glued to the screen. "I looped it."

Sandra bounced up and down on top of Charlie, while they watched the video. The water upstairs turned off, and a minute later his mother walked into the room, completely nude. She had taken off her platinum blonde wig, revealing her own hair. Her eyes were back to brown. 

"Hey, Charlie," she said, and smiled at him.

"Hey, Mom."

"Did you enjoy the party?"

"Oh god, yes. That was fucking amazing."

"Good. I wasn't sure if...if you would do it or not, but Sandra convinced me it was a good idea. I'm glad I listened to her."

"I'm glad you did, too."

"Me three," added Sandra. "Stella, come over here for a second, will you?"

Stella moved to stand in front of Sandra, and Sandra grabbed her by the buttcheeks, pulling her pussy close to her face. She buried her face between Stella's legs, just like she had in Charlie's dream.

Charlie watched his mother's face contort with joy, moaning as Sandra's tongue noisily pleasured her. On the TV, Stella had wrapped herself around him, and they were slowly rocking together. Sandra was still bouncing on his cock, and the wide range of sensations pushed him over the edge. Without warning, he came, shooting his load deep into Sandra's pussy.

"Mmm," moaned Sandra, face still buried between Stella's legs. 

Stella's moaning got louder, and beads of sweat formed on her recently cleaned forehead. With a scream, she climaxed, and her legs buckled. Sandra held her tight, and gently guided her onto the carpet.

Sandra hopped off Charlie's half flaccid cock, and laid beside him on the ground. She put one arm on his chest, and snuggled into his shoulder. A few moments later, Stella crawled over to his other side, and did the same. Their bodies were incredibly warm, and Charlie enjoyed their touch. He turned his head to the side, and kissed Sandra, long and deep. Then he turned his head to the other side, and kissed his mother as well, long and deep. They tasted different. Sandra still tasted a little of beer, and lipstick, while his mother tasted somehow familiar, and comforting.

"Is that us?" asked Stella, pointing at the TV.

"Yeah, I got it all on tape," confirmed Sandra.

"Can I see it from the beginning?"

"Sure, one sec." Sandra retrieved the phone, and pressed a few buttons. The image on the TV changed to the beginning of the party. Stella, as Starlight, entered the spotlight, and started dancing to the beat of the music.

They kept watching, as Stella first gave a few lap dances, then started sucking Gary's cock. When they got to the part where Gary pulled down her skirt, and start fucking her, Charlie's cock began to get hard again.

"What's this?" asked Sandra. "Already hungry for more?"

"Looks like Mommy needs to take care of her baby," added Stella.

Sandra scrambled up, and got on all fours, with her head at his cock, and her ass pointing towards his face. Stella mimicked Sandra, and both of them placed a kiss at the base of his cock. They licked his balls at first, and then slowly ran their tongues up the sides of his shaft. When they reached the top, they kissed. Charlie groaned.

"Don't leave us hanging," said Sandra, and wiggled her butt.

Charlie obliged, and raised his hands, putting his fingers on both Sandra's and his mother's vulvas. He explored their folds, and warm wetness, while they toyed with his cock. Just like they tasted different, their pussies also varied. Sandra's was cute, and firm. Stella's was older, and had much larger labia. Charlie couldn't decide which one he liked more, and fortunately, he didn't have to choose.

"Holy shit, this is too good," Charlie said, close to coming again.

In response, they wrapped their mouths around the tip of his cock, their lips touching. Their tongues played with the sensitive spot just below the glans. He came, shooting his load high into the air, and onto his chest.

Sandra kept nuzzling his cock, sucking the remaining few drops out, while Stella turned around, and lapped the cum off his stomach and chest. She worked her way up, until finally she reached his face, and kissed him.

They resumed their earlier positions lying at his sides, while the screen showed Charlie fucking Stella again. 

"So was it intentional that you've performed two of my dreams so far?"

"Very much so," replied Sandra. "I told Stella all about them earlier today, and she wants to help me fulfill every single one of them."

"I think we're going to have a lot of fun together," added Stella.

"I love you. Both of you."

"I love you, too," replied Sandra.

"And I've always loved you," said Stella.

Tired and exhausted from the night's activities, comforted by the body heat of his girlfriend and his mother, Charlie drifted off to sleep.

That night, Charlie dreamed he was standing at the altar, dressed in a tux. In front of him, Sandra stood, wearing a beautiful white dress, looking radiant. Behind Sandra, his mother looked at the two of them, and smiled. He slipped a ring on Sandra's finger, and they kissed.

Charlie couldn't wait to wake up, and tell them about his latest dream.