Mom, Aunts & Gran are Strippers Ch. 02

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As if he had tasered her, she looked at him in stunned silence by all that he confessed. She looked at him as if she didn't even know him and had no idea who he was. She looked at him as if he was insane. She looked at him as if he had suddenly lost all of his senses. She looked at him in the way that his mother had never looked at him before. Yet, what did she expect? Two of a kind, like mother, like son, they were both perversely, perverted, sexual animals.

Now, instead of looking at him as her Sweetie, she looked at him as if he was a deranged, sexually perverted man instead of her loving son. Surely, with her once a stripper and a prostitute, she had heard much worse than her son asking what color and style panties and bra she was wearing. Surely, she was used to men, even if that man was her son, trying to put the sexual moves on her. Surely, she was used to men, even if that man was her son, sexually lusting over her and masturbating over her.

"Well, I'm glad you told me of your sexual attraction to my lingerie," she said calmly albeit with a nervous, little laugh. "I'm glad that we can discuss personal and otherwise private, sexual things openly and honestly. At your age, it's normal for a 22-year-old man to masturbate over women, even if that woman is his mother. I understand that," she said with a warm and understanding smile. "Yet, you need to find a girlfriend, Val. You need to have an outlet for your horniness and sexual frustration. You shouldn't be looking to your mother for sex."

He rolled my eyes and sighed while shrugging his shoulders.

"I've had plenty of girlfriends, Mom. Only, when they see the car that I drive and the address where I live, all they see are dollar signs. They don't see me. They only see money," he said. "It's hard to find a nice girl, a sincere woman, who likes me for myself and who's not a gold digger.

No doubt, with her having been a gold digger with his father, and her sisters' gold diggers with their husbands, seemingly, with them all trophy wives and with their men for the money, they were all gold diggers. Immediately agreeing with him, she nodded her blonde, pretty head as if she understood exactly what he was saying. Now, he knew that sex, specifically blowjobs, was how his mother trapped his father, how his aunts trapped their husbands, and how his grandmother trapped his deceased grandfather.

Sex and money, other than power and influence, seemingly everything was about sex and money. A fair exchange, women have their beautiful bodies and are willing to surrender them, if men are willing to pay for the sexual pleasure, one way or another. Alas, in the way of fading beauty, relationships only built on sex and/or money never last. Once their sexual attraction is given to someone younger, prettier, and sexier, the men are gone along with their money.

"What about your friends? Maybe you should go out with them more. You stay home too much," she said. "You'll never find someone by hiding in the house and ensconced alone in our room."

He shrugged.

"All my friends want to do is to drink and get drunk or take drugs and get high," he said. "All they want to do is to go clubbing, drink champagne, have sex with a different woman every night. That's not me. I'm looking for one, special woman," or four special women, he wanted to say but didn't say what he was thinking while continuing to sexually leer at his mother.

With her working in a strip club and seeing the worst of men, again, she nodded her head as if she understood his dilemma. With most men unimaginative, perversely perverted pigs, no doubt, and with them all wanting the same things, she had heard every line in the book numerous times. No doubt, comparing notes, between her sisters and her mother, they were four, very experienced and savvy whores.

"Tell me. Maybe I can help. What interests do you have? Perhaps, you should explore what's important to you. Maybe, you need a hobby. Maybe, you should take out the boat or take a long vacation in the Caribbean before working for your father. Tell me what excites you," she asked seemingly unaware that she was asking him such a loaded question?

Val gave his mother his best, shit eating grin.

"What excites me?" He laughed.

Accustomed to her lack of empathy, it took him to confess his sexual attraction to her and to her sexy lingerie for her to show any interest in him. Finally, she gave him her interest. Finally, she asked him a question. Finally, she wanted to know what excites him.

"I'll tell you what excites me, Mother," he said pausing to leer at her while undressing her with his eyes again. "Incestuous sex excites me, Mom," he said. "If it was up to me, I'd have sex with you, with Aunt Victoria, with Aunt Isabella, and even with Grandma Mary," he said. "I'd strip you all naked and after I gave you all sexual orgasms with my fingers, my mouth, and my cock, I'd have you all blow me. I'd cum in all of your mouths. Then, I'd make love to all of you before fucking you all."

To be continued...