Broomi will check how much her mom already knows

The church's confessor felt a little silly teaching her mom to pole dance... Her mom was the type that could probably fall on her butt while climbing the pole and not only would people encourage her, they'd probably find her all the more endearing for it. "Life isn't fair for the world-wise, stringy types like me," she thought to herself jealously... Then again, it wasn't just Bonnie's prettiness, but also, her kind nature that made people want to support her. In hindsight, it was pretty strange that her mom had never remarried, given those traits... One day, Broomi might dig into that, but it was a bit too personal a subject to just ask her mom out of the blue.

"Okay, well, the only starting point that makes any sense is to see what you've learned from Clara so far," Broomi insisted, though she felt rather certain the priestess knew just as little or less than her mom did.

Still wearing an endearing smile, but moving at the same lackadaisical pace that made Broomi do the house-chores just for the sake of seeing them done before nightfall, Bonnie pressed one hand to the side of her face. It seemed only the illusion of her had to keep gripping that pole... The real her had more freedom, if only within that 4 meter bubble. "We looked at the illustrations and it seems like you start with one hand on the pole, a little higher than your shoulder, walking around it in a circle. Then you-" she began, but Broomi already looked critical.

"Just a sec, Mom. When you say walking around it in a circle, how do you mean? Show me that," Broomi grumbled, pressing one fist to her mouth pensively. Her mother nodded, then, wearing that same ditzy expression, began to circle around the pole with one hand on it. The problem was evident almost immediately and Broomi crossed both arms in an "X" shape in front of herself. "Wrong... I don't think Ursula's instructions were clear enough."

Clara approached through the illusion so she could watch the two of them. To any voyeurs in the two building on either side of the garden, it would look amusingly as though all three were simply standing in the garden, clutching their hands onto the shaft of the same garden hoe and having a little chat. "I don't understand... The instructions said quite clearly to walk around the pole in that position," she protested, not enjoying being taught how to be an adult woman by a nineteen-year-old.

"Yeah, but it's about the hips. This part's all about the hips," Broomi explained, wagging a finger at the head of the church. "Watch, like this..." Confidently, Broomi hiked her under-robe up to the point where she could tuck most of the hem into the belt around her habit. As a result, her skinny, lightly freckled legs were displayed, but only to the three of them. The garment was hiked so high that the older women could see most of Broomi's panties, white and unassuming, cotton, with small black buttons near the upper band. She heard her mother gulp, perhaps wanting to protest again, but she ignored it. She placed one hand upon the pole, then the other fist at her waist, just above the hip... As she circled, she swished her hips from side to side in a cat-walk strut, making sure that the lower hem flipped up to show tantalizing glimpses of her buttocks. "See? If you don't switch your hips, you lose the whole point. Walking is just walking. You're trying to do this as part of your act, to arouse the guys."

"I see..." Clara murmured, watching Broomi's panties flash in and out of view with a bead of sweat running down from her golden locks.

"Yes, the hips..." her mom agreed, nodding slowly.

"Good. Now, once you did the circles, what were you going to do next?"

"Next..." Bonnie murmured, placing both hands onto the pole behind herself. "I was going to... bounce a little..." she continued, becoming bright red as the others watched her flourish her outstanding motherly assets, switching her shoulders back and forth so that her tits bounced left and right in time. With the low cut of the nightie, it worked... Broomi gulped, thinking she didn't need to tell her mother to change anything about this part. "Then... I lower myself down, hugging the pole with my butt..." Bonnie continued, doing so. Broomi could see the nightie rising up easily, revealing glimpses of her panties from behind... While she was wearing a nightie, she was wearing just her usual underwear. That underwear was a pale green with just a few frills and the shapes of wild flowers embroidered into it... It wasn't especially showy, but on her body, it looked as though it had been designed for maximum erotic effect somehow. The material wasn't silk- they were too poor for that- but it was clear they were the closest thing she had to "husband-hunting" panties. Broomi had only seen them in the wash a time or two before, probably because her mom didn't do a lot of husband hunting these days.

A moment later, the glimpse of the panties from behind didn't seem so daring, as the mother spread her legs to either side, shaking each knee back and forth in turn while gyrating her shoulders. "Then I... do a split like this..." she huffed, beginning to sweat at holding the pose. Everyone in attendance of wherever this MILF pole-dance was going to take place would be staring at the outline of her mom's pussy lips, covered only by that thin green fabric, Broomi realized. The thought made her want to stop the lesson, but... it wouldn't be so harmful, if she was among the church's faithful, right? They did all, collectively, need to loosen up. None of them were going to do anything bad to her mom... As she thought that over, she watched her mom's lewd actions, as she began to snake her lower body in and out, from the pole to where the audience would be. Broomi wasn't a lesbian... she thought... but it was still getting her kind of horny, watching her mom behave this way. She imagined that whatever had stopped her mom from getting a husband was now a thing of the past... she might as well start preparing to welcome a step-dad named Mister Jean-Bromide into her life.

While she was already aghast at that thought, her mom surprised her further with the next step, which involved pressing her cheek up to the pole and shaking her other cheeks at the crowd. Her mom's twerking was really too surreal... but what came next was even more alarming, as Bonnie reached her hands into the nightie and hiked it up, then off, from her shoulders, before tossing it back at Broomi. "M-Mom! What the fuck! Are you stripping?!" she questioned.

"Y-yes," the mother nodded, suddenly drawing up to her usual stance and crossing both arms in front of her chest. Broomi could see her belly now... soft but still surprisingly- annoyingly- shapely, along with her breasts, which were much the same. They barely showed a hint of her age, when she moved in a certain way that would cause the freckled skin of her stomach and hips to crease. The breasts were clad in a fetching green top to match the bottom... again, nothing particularly immodest, but her mom's body was just too erotic. "It said to do that, i-in the book!"

"I thought it was going to be like, a pole dance that's just a pole-dance! How far were you planning to go?!" Broomi protested. Her mom in frilly lingerie in front of a crowd was bad enough... But depending on the answer...!

"Well, I was supposed to get all the way nude," Bonnie began... then her eyes fell suspiciously on a row of cucumbers growing nearby. Her eyes seemed to sparkle with some hidden thought and her lips parted in a slight, breathy gasp. "A-And then... There was mention of using some other tool... To pleasure myself during the next part-"

"Mooom! You can't show your pussy to guys and 'use some tool to pleasure yourself' on stage! As confessor and your daughter, I strictly advise against doing that!!" Broomi shouted, throwing the nightie back at her mother. Part of her knew... if it was anyone else suggesting this, she'd give them a wink and a big grin, then tell them to go out there and do their best. But this was her mom! She knew how naive her mom was and how easy to talk into things... What was Clara thinking, talking Bonnie into this?!

She could see Bonnie looking between the confessor and the head priestess with a troubled expression, while Clara sighed and placed one hand on her forehead, seeming to disapprove of the protest. Broomi knew that her mom was just being peer-pressured into doing things she never would normally... the only way to prove that Bonnie wasn't ready for this sort of thing- or rather, shouldn't be ready for it- was to prove just how unsuited she was for this sort of task. She needed some kind of challenge that would show that, while Broomi herself may like the idea of entertaining crowds in this way, a wholesome woman like her mother belonged nowhere near this kind of lewd activity. Was the best way to throw her mom to the wolves for one night and watch her flounder? Or was there another, less drastic way that she could dissuade Bonnie? Furthermore, why was Clara acting like this was just a matter of course, or no big deal? Would Clara be willing to do this kind of thing herself, or did she expect everyone to take care of it for her?