Diane slid her hand down to Elliot’s crotch, pulling his pants further apart. She fished into his pants and pulled out his cock. Her eyes shot open as she looked onto his impressive member with astonishment. “Wow,” she mouthed.
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“And back here is where you can give a private dance if you like. I really appreciate this, I’m short staffed tonight,” The manager told Stephanie, as he led her around the strip club, showing her the place.
“Well, like I said, I have some experience and would love to help,” She said. The manager moaned looking over her figure.
“Yes ma’am,” he grinned, grabbing his crotch. “Dressing room is down the hall that way.”
Stephanie nodded. “Ooh one more thing,” she tapped the manager’s shoulder. “What if, the customer wants a little more than a lap dance? I’m not saying it would happen, but what if, you know?” She asked, biting her bottom lip.
The manager nodded, smiling, leading her with his hand on her hip, “Peep in there baby,” he whispered.
Stephanie slowly pulled the curtain back a few inches and her eyes shot open in shock.
Her nephew, Elliot was blindfolded, and a blonde woman was on her knees in front of him, slathering his surprisingly large cock with salvia. Stephanie gasped, realizing the woman was her sister, Diane, when she turned her head to the side to lick along the tall shaft. She could barely hear Elliot but could tell, by his open mouth he was moaning.
Diane was enjoying every second and inch of this; unbeknownst she was discovered by her sister.
“Oh hi,” Crystal said, returning to her post outside their room. “Yeah that room is taken right now. She wanted to play a trick on her boyfriend,” Crystal explained.
“Mmhmm,” Stephanie nodded. “Where the dressing room again?” she asked the manager.
“Right through there,” he pointed.
Stephanie headed in that direction, with her mouth open, and waited a few minutes for the manager to move out of sight. She bolted toward the exit. Stopping once more at the private stall Elliot was in on her way out. Crystal was there, watching and smiling. Stephanie slid up next to her to peep one last time.
She saw Diane deep-throating, bobbing her head up and down on Elliot’s cock. “Oh wow, oh wow, that’s hot. Stop it Steph!” She chastised herself and scurried away, leaving the club.
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“Ahh,” Elliot moaned, his semen filling who he thought was Crystal’s mouth. Diane hungrily devoured and sucked as much of seed as she could, keeping it in her mouth, rolling it around her tongue. She stood, throwing back the drape to signal Crystal to enter. Diane grabbed her and kissed her as hard as she could, letting Elliot’s sperm flow into her hungry mouth. Diane ended the kiss, holding Crystal’s head, letting semen flow out of her mouth onto Crystal’s, dripping some on her chin. Diane smiled, and nodded goodbye.
Crystal took the blindfold off Elliot, sitting in his lap. He smiled weakly, watching her wipe his semen off her chin. “Wow,” he managed to say. Crystal chatted with him a little while about basic information, where he was from, was he enjoying Vegas, and so on to buy Diane time to get back to her room.
When Elliot arrived, she was pretending to be asleep, the taste of his cum still on her tongue.
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An hour after Stephanie arrived back at her room on the floor below Diane’s, an orgasm coursed through her body in the bathroom. Stephanie chastised herself again for being turned on by that naughty imagery, especially for briefly picturing herself and her own son, Dan, in that position. Patrick was still asleep thankfully.
Chapter 11
“How do we look?” Diane asked Elliot and Patrick, her and Stephanie slowly spinning around in a circle for them.
“Yeah! You look awesome!” Patrick chimed in, a little too excitedly.
“You look great, both of you,” Elliot calmly said and smiled. His whole day had been great. He relaxed with his mother by the pool, feeling at ease, feeling happy, as though he received a secret blowjob the previous night far better than any he had received from his wife.
Stephanie kept her distance as best she could. Elliot didn’t notice her awkward behavior; Diane assumed she didn’t feel well.
“Come on, let’s get in the hot tub,” Diane led Elliot. He didn’t mind one bit.
Diane immediately straddled him, her breasts pressing on his chest. She began slowly kissing his neck. “Why are you being so nice to me?” Elliot asked.
“You’re my boyfriend for this event, remember?” She replied.
“Ah I see,” he smiled at her.
“I may just keep you as my boyfriend forever,” She said, kissing his lips.
“What about Cassie?”
“Would you ever cheat on her with another woman?” Diane asked, pretending she didn’t know Elliot received a blow job the previous night, much less one from her.
Elliot thought a moment, recalling the event from the previous night, assuming his mother meant a long-term, romantic relationship with another woman, not a quick blow job. “Maybe. It’d have to be the right one I guess.”
“I see,” Diane smiled, kissing his lips once more.
A few hours later, Elliot and Patrick were complimenting their dates on their short, solid lime-green, matching cocktail dresses. Stephanie glanced at Elliot a few times; he smiled back at her, not knowing what she witnessed the previous night.
The event was actually a little boring. Hugh Hefner gave a small speech and afterward did a meet and greet with the attendees, then he was off to his room. There was lively dance music. Elliot didn’t dance much at all, but watched his mother dance with photographers she hadn’t seen in years along with a few fellow models. Stephanie and Patrick danced a lot, Elliot chuckling when he saw Patrick discreetly attempt to grab her ass.
After a few hours, Diane was ready to leave, “Let’s go,” she took Elliot by the arm and said goodnight to sister. Stephanie watched them leave together, holding hands.
Diane slapped Elliot’s butt just as they walked out the door, “You were very nice tonight, thank you.”
Stephanie witnessed the exchanged and her mouth dropped.
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Elliot stood looking out his hotel balcony window at the city lights below. No other lights were on in the room, but it was practically fully illuminated from the lights of the signs on the Strip. His mother was showering. Elliot smiled, thinking nothing had happened on their trip, they’d be home tomorrow night. He took a sip of wine and sighed.
A few minutes later he felt his mother slide her arm around his at his side. She was wearing the same large, white, bathrobe from the other night, her damp hair slicked back.
“So gorgeous isn’t it?” Diane asked.
“So are you,” Elliot replied, Diane squeezed his arm. Elliot placed his empty cup on the table next to him and turned to hold her. They both smiled in each other’s arms.
“Elliot, there’s something I want to tell you,” Diane said, ending their embrace.
“Sure, what’s up?”
“I was 37 years old when I met Bob. It was shortly after we moved to Charleston. I was secretly dancing at a seedy club and he came in. He was in town on business,” Diane explained.
“I gave him a private dance, it was normally like $10 or so back then. Well,” she paused, snickering, “he had me reach into his pocket when I was done and pull out what was in there. It was a roll of cash. $10,000.”