I would not have minded visiting the Mermaid Lounge by myself or with my girlfriend Gloria. But I was there with my mother because she wanted me to bring her. That was a whole different situation entirely.
The first thing we saw once we got inside was the lap dance tank. A woman in a yellow bikini was giving a lap dance to a male in a blue swimsuit. It looked like his cock was underneath her the way she was grinding against it.
Mom nudged me and smiled as she pointed at the tank. “See, Georgie? I can make money in this place.”
“You’ll only gamble it away, mom,” I replied sourly. That’s because she was making minimal headway on her gambling debt.
“That don’t look so hard, Georgie,” she said as she pointed at the tank. “All I have to do is hold my breath.”
I rolled my eyes. “You’ll do anything to make money; won’t you, mom!”
“Why not, Georgie!” Then she saw a redhead in a red bikini over by the locker rooms.
“I’m going over to talk to her, Georgie. She looks like she might work here.” Then she headed over to her with her small carrying case in hand. It made me wonder if she had her swimming suit in there.
I saw them talking to each other. The redhead nodded about something. Then they went inside the locker room.
All I could do was sigh. What kind of trouble was mom getting herself into this time?
The couple finished in the lap dance tank, causing the spectators around me to clap for them. Then they surfaced together. I had no idea if either of them worked here or if they’d both paid to use the tank.
They shed their ankle weights, got their towels and headed off through a doorway. I heard people around me discussing how much fun it looked like, and how long they had held their breath before being forced to surface. I just shook my head. Wait until they met my mother!
I was just starting to wonder what was taking so long when mom and that redhead emerged out of a doorway up on top of the tank. Mom was in that skimpy black bikini she had, the one that showed a lot of cleavage. There was a murmur at their sudden appearance.
The redhead smiled at everyone, waiting for all the conversations to die down. “This is Marie,” she finally told everyone as she motioned at my fit, attractive mother who was attaching ankle weights down at her feet. “She’s willing to take on anyone who can hold their breath longer than she can. Just put $100 down, join her in the tank and she’ll give you a nice lap dance. If you outlast her, you get to take back your $100 plus the one Marie has put up here. Now Marie will entertain you inside the tank until we get our first challenger.”
Mom took a deep breath before dropping into the tank with a splash. The ankle weights took her all the way to the bottom. That’s when she began touching and caressing herself. I winced inwardly as I found myself getting a bulge.
I timed her as everyone else watched. Mom smiled and bubbled as she caressed herself. Then she looked out at all of us and started waving for us to come join her inside the tank.
I was a little embarrassed standing there watching her. Then I saw a couple of males head toward the locker room, which embarrassed me even more. Was mom really going to do a lap dance in there while I was out here watching her?
Five minutes later, a guy came out of the doorway above the tank wearing green speedos. He smiled at everyone as he put down $100 on top of mom’s $100. Then he attached a set of ankle weights above his feet.
Mom was right there at the surface waiting for him. She smiled at him as she told him, “Let me show you a good time.” I blushed as I shook my head, hoping no one would figure out I was related to her.
After catching their breath they submerged to the bottom of the tank. The guy who looked to be much younger than mom sat on the bench. Then mom sat on top of him while facing the glass and spectators.
She ground against him as everyone around me admired them in the tank. I heard a couple ladies discussing whether or not mom could outlast him. But they didn’t know my mother.
I kept track of the time as mom really ground against his bulge. It was 1:24 when his cheeks bulged. Then he pushed her off and rushed up to the surface, spewing bubbles until he popped up gasping for breath.
There were cheers and applause for mom as she came up. She smiled at him as he climbed out. He removed his ankle weights before looking longingly at his $100 bill lying there. Then he shook his head before picking up a towel and heading back through that door.
2 minutes later another guy who also looked younger than her came out in yellow speedos. Mom was at the surface watching him. She waited until he’d put his cash down with the other bills and then put the ankle weights on before getting into the tank with her.
I watched them both inhale deeply. Then they submerged. I thought I heard one female voice declare that Dan was going to give her a run for her money. I assumed Dan was the guy in the tank.
He sat down upon the bench as mom sat in his lap. She ground against his bulge as he reached around and groped her boobs. Mom didn’t seem to mind that at all; in fact, I’d say she loved it!
I timed them as they easily went past 1:00. Mom didn’t seem to be the least bit uncomfortable. They even shot past 1:30 with no problems.
Mom really ground against him as they passed 2:00. Mom bubbled a little, but it looked like Dan was the one who was struggling more. He really groped and squeezed mom’s mounds before bubbling and then pushing her off to shoot upward to the surface at 2:21.
Mom stayed down and smiled to cheers and applause. Then she surfaced. She thanked Dan as he shook his head, telling her he thought for sure he could beat her. Then he told her to enjoy his $100 bill before climbing out, shedding his ankle weights, picking up a towel and heading for the door.
Two more males came out and tried to outlast mom. She gave each one a shamefully erotic lap dance. It made me shake my head as I wondered how she could do that so easily. But I’d been learning a lot about her liberal ways since she’d come to live with me for a while. So I suppose I should not have been all that shocked.
The one in white speedos bailed at around 1:36. The other in a set of baggy beige trunks managed to reach 1:53 before he had to surface. I could tell Mom was proud of herself at outlasting both of them because she looked right at me and gave me a sly wink.
I was surprised when a younger female brunette in a silver bikini tried her next. She was quite forward with mom, kneeling face to face on that bench with her. She even kissed her while pressing their boobs up against each other. Mom did not show the least bit of reluctance at such intimacy.
They groped each other, kissing as they bubbled. I suspected mom’s challenger had been in the tank before. Her cheeks bulged until she finally had to break away.
She had reached 2:12 before she had to go up. But she put an additional $100 down before going back down with mom. They promptly returned to making out with each other down on the bench.
It was pretty erotic. I felt a little uncomfortable again seeing my mother make out with another woman in that tank, although she’d made out with my girlfriend Gloria in my backyard pool recently. I had quite a bulge in my trousers which I hoped no one would notice. I didn’t want anyone thinking I was getting turned on by the antics of my very own mother.
This time that lady was down with mom until she had to surface at 2:41. She came up gasping as mom came up 5 seconds later. “Damn, Marie!” she panted. “You can really hold your breath!”
“Thank you,” mom replied proudly. Then they kissed passionately before that lady got out of the tank.
A lady in a yellow bikini wanted to take her on next. I don’t know if she thought she could outlast mom or if she just wanted to make out with her down in the tank. She put on her ankle weights and added her cash to mom’s growing pile. Then she got into the tank with her.
They went right to the bottom and started making out. I was embarrassed when both tops came right off. Then they REALLY started making out with each other!
“Erin’s gonna outlast her this time,” a nearby female voice stated. But I had my doubts. I’d seen my mother hold her breath before.
Erin actually made it to 3:13, pushing her limits the entire time. Her chest was heaving when she finally had to abandon their make-out session and surface. She spewed bubbles all the way up.
Mom came up after her a few seconds later. They made out at the surface a few moments longer. “You beat me, Marie,” she finally admitted before she climbed out, shed her ankle weights, retrieved a towel and then headed for the doorway.
Mom looked right at me and grinned. I could tell how proud of herself she was. She was making a tidy little sum just by holding her breath while giving lap dances.
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