Anonymous Encounters(54)

"Fuck me," she breathed, "fuck me good with that ring."

And of course, my step-dad had gone at it like an alpha male, stuffing  the diamond back in her before burying himself to the balls in my mom's  ass, both of them panting and heaving like dogs gone wild. But that had  been in the good ole days. I hadn't seen something nasty and hot happen  between them in ages now, and it wouldn't happen anymore, not with me in  Daddy's bed.

But now the gem had reappeared, gleaming on my mom's hand, giving no hint as to where it'd previously been.

"That's a fuckin' whopper alright," marveled Lester. "Good for you."  Actually, come to think of it, the dude wasn't terrible looking. Seedy,  with a wifebeater under his pin-striped suit, but overall he was  well-built with nice features.

"We always knew you were sharp," added the second. "Glad you found a  sugar-daddy." Actually this guy wasn't terrible looking either. I was  just turned off by the guys' overall presentation as Jersey guidos with  slicked back hair and cheesy accents.

Besides this whole interchange was eye-opening. How did Lorena know  these people? Why were we even here? But before I could butt in, my mom  answered my questions.

"Lester," said Lorena abruptly. "I'm here because I want to repay my  debts. I left the Donkey Club hanging, but I don't forget people who  were good to me," she said smoothly.

"Oh yeah, how?" said Les. For the first time, his gaze slid over to me  appraisingly, like I was a piece of meat. "This your offering?" he  grunted, nodding my way. I shrank back a bit, intimidated by the way his  eyes assessed my curves.

"Yes indeed," said my mom. "Cleo, come here."

Nervously, I teetered over to the group. I'd been hiding in the back  hoping no one would notice me, halfway behind a velvet drape.

"This is Cleo," she said. "Turned eighteen two weeks ago, dances like a  ballerina. Perfect material for the Donkey Club if you ask me," she said  conspiratorially.

I colored. I couldn't dance at all, I had two left feet and had been a  wallflower at my high school prom, literally sitting the entire night on  the bleachers watching everyone else get jiggy. Why was my mom singing  my praises?

But the guys didn't say anything, merely looking me over, taking a swig of their beers.

"Boys, she's a natural," promised my mom. "Just give her a try, you'll enjoy it," she said suggestively, wiggling her eyebrows.

Give her a try? WTF, these guys better not touch me. My mom wasn't  pimping me out to these two losers, even if they had decent builds under  their cheap suits.

But the men said nothing, instead appraising my curves, letting their  eyes trail over my assets, lingering on my flat belly and big boobs.

Finally, Les replied.

"Ya think?" he said to the second guy.

"Sure, why not?" his friend replied.

I flushed. They were talking about me with me right there, and it made  me feel like a speck of dust. But Jimmy turned to the girl spiraling on  the stage in front of them and ran a finger in a line across his throat.  The signal was unmistakable. The girl abruptly stopped dancing and  slunk off, grabbing as many dollars as she could on her way out.         

     



 

"What do you say, Red?" Jimmy addressed me abruptly. "Here now's your chance."

I gawped. He expected me to get up there and dance? Right now, in the  middle of someone else's set? I didn't even recognize the music, it was  some grinding heavy metal stuff and I usually liked Top 40 hits. But my  mom shoved me into the spotlight, hissing, "Go!" fiercely.

"No Mom!" I gasped, trying to hide behind a chair even as my mom pried my fingers off the back. "No, what are you thinking?"

My mom just glared at me, her eyes fierce, her breathing coming hard.

"I've sacrificed so much for you, can't you do one thing for me?" she  hissed again. "Get out there! Make the most of what you have!" she  commanded, glaring at me, hands on her hips.

And I almost cried then, hot tears rising to my eyes. But at the same  time, I felt ashamed. My mom had done so much for me, worked as a  cleaning lady as we tried to get by. And what had I done for her?  Seduced my stepdad, that's what.

And so I forced myself to get on the pedestal, hoisting myself up before  looking around, unsure what to do. I looked at the two other girls  still dancing and basically just tried to do what they did. I swayed my  hips in small wiggles, kicked a foot out and tried to smile, still  blindly looking out into the audience for my mom. I couldn't see her,  the light was too bright but I could hear her voice, hissing still.

"Dance!" she said. "Dance like you mean it!"

Like I meant it? Trembling, I tried to do a little more, swiveling a  little, gyrating my hips, running my hands up and down my waist.

"Stop acting like you're so innocent," came Lorena's hiss again. "Dance  like your stepfather's watching!" she commanded, and I almost passed out  right there. Lorena knew? She knew about me and Drake? Oh god, oh no.  But if she knew, then I might as well make the most of it. I closed my  eyes, pretending that Drake was in the room with me, that it was just  the two of us, his dark blue eyes leaving hot trails over my body. I  blocked everything out and began dancing, just for him.

It was as if a light clicked on in my head, channeling the dirtiest  moves I'd only ever seen on my laptop. Suggestively, I licked the pole  once, and squatted, showing off my toned glutes, highlighting my calf  muscles.

I noticed that the other girls were completely nude, and I toyed with my  bra straps, softly stroking my shoulders, unsure about next steps. But  my mom interjected again, her voice like a harpy, intruding into my  dream.

"Take it off," she hissed loudly from the sidelines. "Every single piece."

Ugh, that didn't sound good. But I turned back to imagining Drake. He'd  told me that I needed experience, right? Well, I was going to get some  right here, right now. So slowly, I slid the straps off my shoulders,  and then unsnapped the clasp in the back, gripping the lace cups to my  torso as a last ditch effort at modesty. But seeing my mom's glare from  the sidelines, I let the cups drop, exposing my Double Ds.

They were glorious, pale and creamy, jiggling and swaying as I continued  to dance. The deep pink areola swung like hard candy, my nips stiff in  the chill air of the club. I tugged one hesitantly and it lengthened  immediately, protruding like a bullet.

Oh god, Daddy would love this and I closed my eyes, pretending that we  were back in his study, just the two of us, me dancing under his heated  gaze. I don't know what made me start, but suddenly my eyes flipped open  and my dreams of Drake went crashing into the ground, bringing me with a  thud back to reality.

Because the two pit bosses, Robert and Lester, had their dicks out and  were stroking the shafts, lovingly tracing each bulging vein with male  fingers as they stared at me, my nubile, sinuous form. Oh god, oh god.  Where was my mom? I wanted to get out of here.

But I gasped because my eyes had adjusted to the gloom and I caught a  glimpse of movement under the table. I watched, shocked, as my mom, now  completely nude, got on her knees in front of Lester and took his  monster into her mouth. He threw his head back, groaning so loudly that I  could hear it even above the pounding music as my mom massaged that  staff with her mouth like a champion, her head bucking furiously as she  laved it up and down, popping it in and out of her mouth like a  delicious lollipop.         

     



 

I kept dancing as a shield, trying not to stare at the scene before me,  but the most incredible things just kept happening. The dude she was  sucking off reached down and grabbed her by the waist, slowly rotating  her until her thighs were propped over his shoulders and they were in a  vertical sixty-nine. Her mouth never left his dick, indeed she was  sucking him off still, upside down in his lap, making moaning noises  deep in her throat, her eyes closed as she savored the man meat.

And the dude made good of the opportunity. He paused for a moment, his gaze focused on the steaming cunt before him.

"Rob, get in here and help me for a sec," he commanded his friend.

The little weasel stopped beating his dick for a moment and stood up,  positioning himself behind Les so that he had a perfect view of my mom's  vagina. Like a trooper, she hadn't stopped sucking this entire time,  the slurping noises loud and resonant.

"Pull her apart will ya?" asked Lester, and Rob obliged. With two hands,  he reached over his friend's head and tugged my mom's cunny lips apart,  revealing that deep pink interior, moist and glistening with vaginal  juices.

"Man, she's just as beautiful as the day we met her," Robert reminisced. "What was she then, eighteen, nineteen?"

Now I completely stopped dancing, taken aback by the stunning  revelations before me. Not only had my mom known these guys at a tender  young age, but she'd evidently been showing her cunny for over twenty  years! I knew I shouldn't have been blindsided, but I was. It's always a  shocker to realize that the woman who gave birth to you is a tramp,  even if the evidence is unmistakable. She'd probably been sucking and  fucking at the Donkey as soon as she hit adolescence.