Wife helps husband have sex with his mother, Hi, I’m Randy and this is my twisted tale on family sex, better known as incest. It started 2 years ago when I was 22. At that time, I had been married only a year to a beautiful sexy woman whose profession happened to be a stripper. We actually met for the first time while she was dancing at a local gentlemen’s club.
After we married, Debra, or “D” as she likes to be called, wanted to keep dancing. I’m a very open-minded person and had no problem with her doing that. The greatest part about having a wife as a dancer was we installed a dance pole in our master bedroom and I got to see her newest routine before anyone else. Not to mention all the free lap dances I received. So our sex life had been one fantastic experience.
So how did this turn out to be where I wound up taking my mother to bed? Well, even I couldn’t believe how it happened.
Let me start by saying that I would be lying if I said I had fantasized about having sex with my mother. Or that I jerked off every time I saw her ass sway by me. The truth was my mom, Ronda, was your average 40’sh women. I had never noticed anything special about her breasts, ass, or legs. Her hair was naturally dirty blonde and I’d always seen her wear it up in a bun – I think it made it easier for her to keep it out of her eyes at her job at the library. Yes, mom’s a librarian. So her attire was very plain, also. She wore black framed glasses that covered her dark brown eyes and wore very conservative long skirts. And I’d better not forget to mention the typical white, brown or black sweaters that covered her B sized chest. Yes, there was nothing special or sexy about her to make you say, “Wow, I’d like to tap that.”
I guess while I’m at it I should include dad, George, in this. Well, like mom, he’s your typical hard working blue collar guy. He worked as a mechanic for a shop downtown. He’s a little older than mom, almost 50, with hair turning white. He’s average height and weight, and like mom has brown eyes. The only thing that stands out in my mind is dad’s hands. They’re beaten up and bruised from working on the cars and trucks he dealt with daily.
As for myself, there’s nothing special there. I take after mom with my hair dirty blond and have my parents’ brown eyes. I’m not a hunk as the girls would say, but I’m no slouch either. I guess I’m just as plain as my parents. If you had asked how I got to marry such a sexy woman, my answer would be, “I still have 2 wishes left.” So there you go, my family in a nut shell.
So as you can see, except for my exciting wife, my life had been average. Until the day mom saw D dance.
It happened the day I got a call from mom just before I left work. Her car had trouble and she couldn’t reach dad for a ride home. I told her I had to pick D up and asked if she wanted me to swing by afterwards since she wouldn’t be finished for another hour or so. Mom didn’t want to wait in her car and asked if I could come get her; she’d wait with me for D to finish.
It felt kind of strange having my mom walk into the strip club with me. I found an open booth off to the side and ordered a couple of drinks while we waited for D to come out and finish her last set. Some other girl had been dancing at the time and noticed mom looking around the place at all the people as they watched the girl intently, as she removed small parcels of clothing to the sexy music.
I had a hard time hearing mom as she spoke over the loud music that mixed with all the background noise.
“Guys really enjoy this, don’t they?”
“Enjoy what?” I asked, as I leaned over the table to hear her better.
“Girls stripping and dancing.”
“Of course,” I yelled back. “We’re guys.”
As the girl finished her set, mom noticed a guy left with her to a back room.
“Where are they going?” Mom asked.
I found it difficult to talk to mom about what the girls did when they weren’t on stage. But I swallowed the lump in my throat and gave her the cleanest explanation I could of lap dancing.
I watched as mom blushed at my feeble attempt to explain how the girls did a private strip dance and sat on guys laps while doing erotic moves.
Mom didn’t say anything after I finished but looked back at the stage as D stepped out. We watched as D started her routine wearing a very sexy white laced teddy and a white g string that barely covered her mound.
D smiled as she caught sight of us sitting in the booth. If I hadn’t been feeling uncomfortable before, I was now, as my sexy wife paid more attention to us, showing us her sexy strip tease, than the rest of the room. I looked at mom as her mouth opened in shock when D did a split with her ass facing us and bopped it up and down off the stage.
Mom commented on how fit and nimble D was and I felt my face blush. Finally D finished and walked off the stage. I knew it wouldn’t take her long before she would be dressed and ready to leave.
This free time had given mom another moment to drill me on some questions.
“Doesn’t it bother you knowing all these guys are watching your wife strip and dance provocatively?”
“No. I find it kind of exciting,” I said. “I know they have to wish for what I already have. She’s leaving with me and they’re going home alone.”
“But, what about those lap dances?”
“Well, those did take me awhile to get used to. I do have a hard time picturing another man rubbing his crotch on my wife while she gets him off. But for some strange reason, I now find it exhilarating.”
I couldn’t believe I was having this talk with my mother, the most innocent, sweet woman I know. I was more or less saved by the bell as D came out dressed in her blue jeans and a white skin-tight tee and plopped down next to me.
“Hi Ronda! I didn’t expect to see you here,” my wife said as she grabbed my drink and took a sip.
“Mom’s car broke down and needed a ride.”
“Oh. So what did you think of tonight’s routine?”
“I thought it was a good one,” I said.
We finished our drinks and made our way to my car. I held the door open for both women and drove to my parents’ house. I couldn’t say the conversation was enjoyable as we traveled down the road. It was mostly made up of mom asking D a whole bunch of questions about her job.
“So was it hard for you to start dancing nude?” Mom asked. My wife has no problem talking about anything. Unlike me, she felt comfortable with the topic.
“At first, yes. But as time went on, it I started to enjoy knowing how my body had an effect on the male population.”
“Is that why you still dance, because you like teasing all those men seductively with your, might I say, very fit body?”
Deb laughed and said, “I think it is. But I also like giving your son his very own private show every once in a while.”
“I was going to ask you about that.”