Sophie was only slightly surprised to feel her once demure daughter's tongue thrust into her mouth in a French kiss and a trembling hand stroke an exp...sed nipple."Ah," Sophie sighed as she disengaged from the kiss. She fought an urge to resist Priscilla's incestuous advances knowing full well that they were not Priscilla's idea. "Did he want to see some lesbian love-play before you, er, mounted and beat me?" she whispered. Her daughter, wide-eyed, merely nodded."Don't worry ... Just pretend...". I found myself on my feet, cheering enthusiastically. I was enchanted by this luscious stripper. Just as I'd seen her in countless pictures, she wore her sandy-blond hair straight, and a little longer than shoulder length, with the barest hint of a curl at the tips. (I liked that look a lot more than the curly blond style she wore other times.) Full sensuous lips, soft eyes. She wore a gold lame skirt and top; the top was stretched to its limit by her very large bosom. I swallowed hard. The design was step through, though with removable panties. When worn, it controlled and supported the breasts, but left the arms and shoulders clear, while showing a generous expanse of back. It could be worn with a strapless formal gown, but just as easily as outer wear in a dance venue. The composition was many layered silk and some kind of quilting. I could now see that it was stiffened, yet it was surprisingly pliant. She could get downright athletic without giving up any range of motion.. " Mama!"Michael put his hand up. "Nate, your mama and I need to say some things to each other. Please let us..." Ma'am, no, I don't make a habit of picking up boys on the teams I help. And Nate is nineteen years old now - no longer a boy."As predicted, she steepled her fingers and looked up at the ceiling. "Your son is special. I was attracted to him by his strong work ethic and the bright light he is to others on his team." He paused, waiting for a reaction. He got one as she glanced my way.