The strip club I work at allows full nudity, and I love rubbing my pussy in the face of happy customers. I love letting them play with my tits and I’ve milked some of their cocks inside the VIP lounge. 

Even though I love what I do, and I have customers who enjoy my service, it’s still hard to compete with hot blonde white girls in their 20s, (I’m Asian and approaching 40), and the exotic-ness of being Asian wears out after a while and I was thinking about quitting already until one day one of my son’s friends showed up at the strip club and recognized me. I felt extremely humiliated and he noticed it and he made it a point to bring me to the VIP lounge just so he could humiliate me more. He would always bring up the fact that I’m a mother to someone he is friend as I grinded my ass against his crotch. “Slut mom. Mrs. Whore. Your son will be proud.” And he was turned on by how humiliated I was, and he tipped big afterward. 

Then the next day he started bringing more friends to the strip club I worked at and they took turns bringing me into the VIP lounge. The fact that I was someone’s mother, and they happen to know me outside of the venue seemed to have turned them on. 

One of them even said that they would bring my son over just so he can watch his mom spreading her pussy lips to her customers and begging them to fuck her.

On the one hand I felt appreciated, since usually I’m not really that popular. There are some girls who get sent to the VIP lounge as soon as they come to work. I was bringing in so much in tips, and I loved the fact that I was still able to turn men on. On the other hand, I felt ashamed, and I didn’t know how my son would feel if he ever found out. 

Then it happened. I didn’t know they were actually going to do it. 

One day, as usual, my son’s friends were sitting by the side as I danced around the pole on the elevated stage and out of nowhere, I saw a familiar figure being sandwiched in between them and he was looking at me. I was shocked, and very ashamed, but I kept dancing. I realized who he was but I tried to avert my gaze. I felt so ashamed and my stomach was knotting. As part of my routine, I had to crawl to each customer sitting by the ring to beg for money and I would spread my pussy lips for them to stick their money inside my pussy. I was on the edge of tears as I received my money inside my pussy one by one. Inevitably I came to their group. My son’s friends were all about to burst out laughing and they were patting each other on the back, high fiving, and they started to throw money at me. I crawled over and I rubbed my pussy in their faces and then they told me: “Why don’t you do it to Ling Ling?”

I looked my son in the eyes for the first time and then I realized he was looking at me with lust in his eyes. Very timidly, I approached him, crawling on my hands and knees. One of his friends had stuck a 20 dollar bill to the belt buckle on his pants and I reached under, and grabbed it with my mouth, my teeth gently biting on the green bill, my head and hair brushing against his groins. 

I put the bill on the garter belt on my thigh. I was completely naked except for my high heels and garter belt which I wear to keep money. Then his friend whispered something to my son, and he put a 100 dollar bill in his mouth. Once again, I was leaning forward and was about to grab it with my mouth, when one of his friends said, “No. Not with your mouth this month. Grab it with your pussy like you do with other customers! Don’t treat him differently!”

I sat on the edge of the stage with my legs fully open and, I put my fingers on my clit and rubbed it showing how wet I was. Then I used my fingers to part my pussy lips showing the pink inside. My son was staring at me in silence and he was so mesmerized his 100 dollar bill actually dropped out of his mouth. Then his friend laughed and patted him hard on the back and he picked the bill up again and stuffed inside his mouth. I moved outward until my pussy was in his face, and then, I asked him, very gently, holding back tears, “Come on honey! Put it inside my pussy.” 

My legs were wide apart and I rubbed my tits with my other hand to show everyone how horny I was. His friends all laughed and then my son leaned forward until his face was inside my crotch. The 100 dollar bill was folded into a thin flattened cigar and very soon I felt the paper edge touching me deep inside me. I pulled my fingers away from my pussy lips, letting them pinch on the bill like curtains. Then I closed my legs tight around my son’s head and give him a little squeeze. 

Then I retreated, with the 100 dollar bill stuck in between my pussy.

As soon as I had the 100 dollar bill, my son was about to say something. From the form of his mouth, I suspected that he was about to call me “mom”. I put my lips next to his ear, and I said, “Shhh … it’s okay babe. Don’t call me mommy. Tonight, I’m your whore.”