Fucking A Stripper

I went with my sister to a club where there was a male stripper performing. After the show, lots of girls lined up to get pictured with the hunk. I took my turn in line and as I sat on his lap I felt his hard cock, so I slipped him my phone number.
Half-an-hour later he was knocking at my door and I answered in nothing but my bra and knickers. I have got nice big breasts, so I looked a treat.

He was on to me like a fox on a rabbit and pushed me quickly on to my knees, before thrusting his cock into my eager mouth. I sucked on him bringing him to the brink before offering him my pussy. But he seemed more interested in his own pleasure than mine and quickly withdrew after spurting.
I found out later my sister had also given him her number and he'd gone from my place to hers. I feel like a tramp. And it feels really good. When I told my mate Jeffery he said this.

The other day I was knocked off my bike. I wasn't badly hurt, just stunned and a Good Samaritan helped me up off the road. It was only after I had dusted myself off that I realised what a stunna she was in her mid-30s with a great figure.
Her first words were: "You poor thing. Fancy a brew to help you recover?"
Her flat was nearby and two minutes after she disappeared into the kitchen she returned topless!
She sat me on the sofa, moved her hand to my growing bulge, expertly set my knob free and got to work with her lips.
Then she said: "Shag me doggy-style."
Needless to say I rammed her good and hard.
Now I call round every night, but my mum's getting suspicious.
Should I tell her?