Mom, Aunts & Gran are Strippers Ch. 01

With her a talented cocksucker, as shocked as he was surprised, he learned that his mother loved sucking cock. Something else he had in common with his mother, he loved receiving blowjobs as much as she obviously loved giving blowjobs. Her sister, Victoria, loved lying on her back naked while being made love to and fucked. Her other sister, Isabella, loved being taken, stripped naked, and forced to have sex against her will. With each woman having their own specialty, it was odd that three women who were so much alike were so different in their sexual appetites.

Ever since he found his mother's secret trunk stored in the far corner of the attic with their sexy costumes and old photos taken of them, he had been masturbating over all of them. After seeing their topless and naked photos while imagining having sex with the four of them, he couldn't stop masturbating over them. Especially the photos of his topless and naked mother, he lost count how many times he masturbated over his MILF of a mother, his sexy aunts, and his GILF of a grandmother.

Keeping their secrets, yet nonetheless, eager for her to know that he knew, he couldn't wait to confront his mother with the truth. As if getting even with her because she was such a bitch to him, he couldn't wait to see the look on her face and her reaction to her knowing that he knew that she was a stripper and/or a whore. He couldn't wait to confront his aunts and his grandmother, too. His grandmother wouldn't care but his aunts would be mortified and humiliated. He couldn't wait to see their reactions to him knowing their sexy, sexual secrets.

He wondered if he asked nicely and respectfully, if they'd give him their famous Three-of-a-Kind striptease show. Maybe, if they refused to give him a VIP, striptease show, he could be as much of a bastard to them as they are bitches to him and blackmail them into giving him one, last, private, striptease performance. There's nothing more that he would want to see than seeing his mother, her two sisters, and his grandmother slowly and sexily strip naked in front of him. There's nothing he'd want more than to have incestuous sex with his mother, his aunts, and his grandmother.

Once he saw them all naked, no doubt, wanting to do more than just ogle them, he wondered if he could somehow blackmail them and/or persuade them all to give him incestuous sex. He thought about having forbidden sex with each of them. How hot would that be to not only have incestuous sex with his mother but also to have illicit sex with his aunts and to have nasty sex with his grandmother? If it wasn't enough wanting to have sex with his mother, while comparing one to the other, he wanted to have sex with his entire, female family.

'Wow,' he thought while fingering his growing erection through his pants. 'I'd love to have sex with all of them.'

Sexual overload, while continuing to masturbate over their naked photos and all that he hoped to see of them, if it wasn't enough seeing his mother, Elizabeth, naked, he imagined blackmailing her for sex. If it wasn't enough seeing his aunt, Victoria, naked, he imagined blackmailing her for sex, too. If it wasn't enough seeing his aunt, Isabella, naked, he imagined blackmailing her for sex, also. If it wasn't enough seeing his grandmother, Mary, naked, he wouldn't have to blackmail her for sex. With her hot to trot, she'd readily have sex with him if he asked.

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'Grandma,' he imagined asking as if she was there with him in his room while he masturbated himself. 'Would you do me a favor?'

He imagined her sitting across from him in her living room. As if she was an elderly Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct, he imagined her uncrossing her shapely legs while flashing him her bright, white panties and leaning forward in her chair with her knees spread. He imagined her giving him a naughty look.

'Of course,' he imagined his grandmother saying. 'What would you like me to do? I'll do anything for you, Val, anything,' he imagined her asking with a sexy smile. 'You only need to ask,' he imagined her saying and giving him a wink.

He returned her sexy smile and naughty look with his sexy smile and naughty look.

'Hmm, anything,' he thought? 'How tempting? Yet, worth the risk of making an ass of myself, he hoped his question wouldn't ruin their close grandmother and grandson relationship. Yet, if I don't ask, I won't get,' he thought. 'It's worth a try.'

He imagined standing while walking nearer to her. He imagined unzipping himself, pulling out his prick, and stroking himself to a hard erection while his grandmother stared at his exposed cock. With the impressions of her big nipples erecting themselves behind her blouse and bra, clearly, she was becoming as sexually aroused as he was already sexually excited. Now that it was obvious what he wanted, he wondered if his grandmother would sexually accommodate him. He took a big breath for courage while daring himself to ask his grandmother his inappropriate, sexual question.

'Would you mind blowing me, Grandma? I'd love for you to suck my cock. I'm so horny, Grandma. I'd love to cum in your mouth while feeling your naked breasts and fingering your erect nipples,' he imagined saying to his GILF of a grandmother.

Allowing his sexual fantasy to harden his prick and fill his mind with incestuous sex he continued masturbating himself while imagining his grandmother blowing him. He imagined his grandmother standing and walking to him while removing her blouse and bra. Then, he imagined her lowering herself to her knees in front of him. He imagined her taking his stiff prick in her hand to stroke him before taking his hard cock in her mouth to suck him.

"Sure," he imagined her saying while pushing back her blonde hair. "It would be my pleasure to blow you, Val. I'd love nothing more than to suck your cock, my grandson's cock, and for you to cum in my mouth, your grandmother's mouth," he imagined her saying while staring up at him with her big, blue eyes.

While he stroked himself faster and harder, he imagined his grandmother stroking him faster and harder while she sucked him deeper as he felt her big, naked tits and fingered her hard, erect nipples. Then, as soon as he was ready to cum, he imagined putting a gentle hand behind his grandmother's, elderly head. Humping her mouth, he imagined fucking her face before unloading a gush of cum in her mouth. As soon as she removed his prick from her mouth, he imagined unloading a second spurt of cum all over her face and across her naked breasts.

'Oh, Val, I've always wanted to suck your cock,' he imagined his grandmother saying while wiping his cum from her eyes. 'You've made this old woman very happy. Thank you for allowing me to blow you. Thank you for cumming in my mouth and for giving me a cum bath, too,' he imagined her saying with heartfelt gratitude.

Yet, nothing more than a sexual fantasy while he masturbated himself, instead of ejaculating in his grandmother's mouth, he ejaculated in a tissue.

'Unbelievable,' he thought after masturbating over his grandmother blowing him.

Continuing with his sexual fantasies, he imagined the four of them, his mother, his aunts, and his grandmother giving him a striptease show. As if his room was their own private, VIP room, he imagined them giving him sex after they stripped off their clothes. He imagined filling his mother's mouth, his aunts' mouths, and his grandmother's mouth with his big prick. He imagined cumming in their mouths and saving some cum to give them all a cum bath later. Whenever he masturbated himself, he imagined cumming all over their pretty faces, in their hair, and across their naked breasts.

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After his father left them to remarry, he took ownership of his comfortable, Herman Miller, Eames, lounge chair, the one with the matching and removable ottoman. The most expensive chair in the house and the most comfortable chair he had ever sat in, the Eames chair was even more comfortable than the Herman Miller Aeron and/or the Herman Miller Embody desk chairs that he left behind. His mother sat across from him on the couch wearing her designer, light, blue blouse and her tailored, navy blue matching skirt that rested just above her knee. She looked like a model from a fashion magazine.

Now, that he knew the truth about her, he couldn't help from imagining her sitting across from him in her low-cut, sexy bra and her sheer, bikini panties. He couldn't help from imagining her sitting across from him topless with her big, naked breasts exposed to his horny eyes. As if she was fully dressed and with her unembarrassed and unashamed, he couldn't help from imagining his mother sitting across from him naked.

Perhaps imagining more than she'd be comfortable doing, she'd never sit across from him in her panties and bra, topless, or naked. Realistically readjusting his sexual fantasy, he couldn't help but imagine his mother sitting across from him with her knees parted while exposing her white, lacy, silk panties to him. Always the lady, his mother had never accidentally or deliberately flashed him her panties in the way that his grandmother routinely does. Matter of fact, he had never seen anything of his mother other than her legs and a modest bit of cleavage when she was wearing something formal.

He wished she'd revert to the way she was when she was an exhibitionistic, stripping whore. Once an exhibitionist always an exhibitionist, once a stripper always a stripper, and once a whore, always a whore. Only, his mother was the furthest thing from her stripping and whoring days of exhibitionism. As if she was studying to become a nun and join the convent of the Most Holy Virgins, he had never even heard her curse.

Able to hide her real self by being a phony, she was such a self-centered bitch. Always preoccupied with herself, with her hair, her makeup, her manicure, and with her clothes, always out and about, she was seldom home. She never paid him any nevermind until she stumbled over him somewhere in the house or alone in the garden. Even as a child, she cared more about herself than she did for him.

Handing him off to a nanny as a child or shipping him off to yet, another private, boarding school, he had little interaction with her. Until he found her secret trunk, he knew very little about his mother. With his father always working, he seldom saw him either. Then, once they divorced, he was left alone with his bad self and his nanny.

Yet, even after having lived such a pampered and privileged childhood, as a grown man, he was angry. Even though he had a roomful of toys as a child and expensive distractions to occupy him as an adult, yet, whenever she wasn't home, he yearned for his mother's attention and affection. Now, that he hadn't received neither her attention or affection, he wanted revenge for the way she treated him by ignoring him. Even though he wanted for nothing, was well cared for, attended the best schools, and was given the best education, he didn't feel loved.

If anything, feeling invisible, he felt abandoned by his own mother. As if ashamed of him, she seldom showed him any motherly affection. She never hugged him, kissed him goodnight, read him a bedtime story, or made him feel important. Now that he was older, seldom showing him any interest, she never complimented him and/or asked him questions about his life, interests, or hobbies. She left all of that up to his nannies. Because she was so difficult, she had a hard time keeping nannies, and as soon as he grew close to one, there was a new one taking her place.

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Always horny and with him having an intimate knowledge of her lingerie drawer, now he knew why she wore such sexy and expensive lingerie beneath her modestly moral and unrevealing clothes. With her dramatically changing since her stripping days, he had seen nuns dressed more sexual and provocatively than his mother. He was always sexually attracted to her but even more so now that he knew that she once worked as a stripper, was an exhibitionist, and a VIP room whore. Now, curious to know, he wondered which color and style of matching bra and panties she was wearing today.

'With her wearing a light blue blouse and a navy-blue skirt, she was probably wearing her silk and satin, ivory matching bra and panties,' he thought.

With her having every color of the rainbow and every style of panties and bras, she could open her own lingerie shop. Whenever she was out late attending this political fund raiser, this charity event, or this exclusive party, he masturbated while looking at the naked pictures of his mother, his aunts, and/or his grandmother and imagining having sex with them. Something he enjoyed doing while holding his mother's panties and fondling her empty bra cups, he would masturbate himself while imagining feeling and fondling his mother's big tits. He imagined fingering her erect nipples, rubbing her clit, fingerfucking her, and masturbating her pussy.

He would masturbate himself while imagining his aunts naked and having sex with them, too. He would masturbate himself while imagining his grandmother naked and having sex with her, also. If only he could get hold of their bras and panties to masturbate over while stroking his cock in his bedroom, he would be a happy nephew and grandson. With a trunk full of sexy clothes, he had access to their strippers' costumes but with them all taking the same sizes back then, even his grandmother, he couldn't tell which costume belonged to which of them.

Yet, now that he knew their sexy secrets, he couldn't wait to confront his mother, his aunts, and his grandmother. Much like his mother, in the way that his aunts always embarrassed him and/or shamed him, laughing at him and making him feel stupid, he couldn't wait to embarrass them and shame them, too. Excited about seeing the surprised looks on their faces, he couldn't wait to let them all know that he knew the hidden truth about their salacious, sexual pasts.

So glad that he stumbled over his mother's secret trunk, shocked would be an understatement. Had he not been going through her lingerie drawer; he never would have found the key to the trunk but glad that he did. With them all pretending that they're someone that they're obviously not, ladies instead of whores, he couldn't wait to see the real them. With his Mom and aunts no ladies but pretending that they all are, he couldn't wait to uncover the strippers that they are and, no doubt, the whores that they all still are, too.

To be continued...