Jeff couldn't help but be mesmerized by the seductive sway of his stripper dad, Mariel, who now wanted Jeff to call her mom. Just as she was almost out of the room and Jeff felt like he was almost in the clear to do something about his embarrassing boner when Jeff watched in amazement as Mariel did a slight hop, grabbed the side of the door frame in a practiced pole dancing move, and spun back into Jeff's room. Jeff was surprised that Mariel would practice such a move at home even in her casual not-work clothes. Jeff was having a very hard time with how much "mom" was an athletic stripper in her prime and looked to be about Jeff's age.
Mariel grinned, "Oh by they way, I was just thinking, you should join me at work tonight. Mommy wants her little Jeffy to see every inch of her new club tonight." Jeff started to wonder if Mariel was hitting on her. Did she really mean "every" inch? Then Mariel dropped into a very sultry accent, "Also, could you do me a huge favor, Jeffy?"
All Jeff could do was nod at the request. He was starting to worry he would do anything if she asked it in that voice.
Mariel giggled, "So, like, one of the most important tasks when starting at a new club is choosing your stripper name, and I think you can help. Do I look more like:"
Mariel leaned in close to Jeff grabbed her hair holding into pigtails while using a practiced maneuver with her elbows to firmly squeeze her boobs together to every possible inch of cleavage her halter top could window including some of her areolas and the hint of her very erect nipples. She finished the look with a duck pout and then asked, "A Candi you just want to eat all up? Or do I look more like a:"
She bit her lip with concentration, which Jeff thought was yet another unforced seductive maneuver, and then she arched her back and bent over backward into a yoga position Jeff recognized but couldn't name, using her arms to prop her arched body. Her halter top fell naturally with gravity revealing even more of her athletic abs and some underboob. Mariel deftly pulled one arm back up without losing her balance and gently ran it up over her own abs and then down to hover over her crotch. With a well timed seductive moan designed to mask whatever well practiced sleight of hand she used, Mariel had her cargo capris unbuttoned and unzipped. Jeff tried to look away, as the hot stripper in his bedroom was still his "mom" (or at least his dad), but she used that free hand to circle around the damp spot in her thong and to outline a bit of her vulva underneath. She pulled the hand back up her crotch, down her abs to "accidentally" remove more of her halter top as she went to gently squeeze a nipple and returned her hand to the ground to help keep her balance. Still in that pose with her crotch point at Jeff, Mariel asked, "Or maybe I look more like a Brandi, a fine wine you could just sip all night?"
Jeff's brain was danger of overheating as he tried to figure out how to answer the question. Jeff was a lot more certain that his hot athletic stripper "mother" was teasing him with this private dance, but he wasn't sure what she wanted from it.