I'm 38 years old, freshly divorced, living with an 18 year old son who's super interested in anything remotely sexual.

I'm 38 years old, and even though my ex husband pays me alimony and I keep his house, there is so much emptiness inside me, both sexually and emotionally, that I constantly need fulfillment of. I have to admit that I've been very sexually frustrated after my divorce and I frequently masturbated myself with a dildo inside my room and I know my son could hear my moans as I masturbated, and ever since my divorce I've been wanting a change. I want to experience life. So that was why I decided to become a stripper for the first time.

The strip club I worked at allowed full nudity, and I loved rubbing my pussy in the face of happy customers. I loved letting them play with my tits and I've milked their cocks inside the VIP lounge. There is a private room in the VIP lounge where mutual masturbation with customers was allowed.

Even though I'm Asian, it's still hard to compete with 18 year old blonde girls, and the exotic-ness wears out after a while and I was thinking about quitting already until one day my son showed up at the strip club I worked at, and then the next day he started bringing his friends to the strip club where I worked.

He asked all his friends to tip me, telling them quite explicitly that I’m his mother. That day they all sat around the stage when I was dancing, and I've never felt so appreciated, so ashamed, and yet so turned on at the same time.

They put their fingers on my tits, my ass, and a few of them even tried to touch my pussy and I felt so shameful being manhandled like this in front of my son and yet the more shame I felt, the more humiliated I felt, the hornier I got and I started masturbating myself on stage at some point I had to check myself before I climaxed.The hardest part was when I had to crawl to where my son was sitting and I pretended that he was just another regular average customer as I rubbed my pussy into his face. He simply smiled at me and I asked him why he was here and he said, because I love you mom, I support you in whatever you do, and you do not need to be ashamed. When he said that I was almost brought down to tears and I hugged my son and then crawled to my next customer.

Afterward I went over to sit with my son and his friends and they were all so cool. They did not even make a fuss of me being a mother, and they all said that they were there to support me, and one by one I took them into the VIP lounge while my son just sat there and watched. When all of his friends had taken a turn, very timidly, I approached my son, like a slave approaching her master, and I whispered, "Sir, would you like a dance as well? All your friends already have." Of course they all knew I was his mother but I still pretended that he was just another customer.

But I could not believe what my son said to me after that. Can you guess what my son said to me after that?