Inheriting The Family Titty Bar

Your mother has always been such a bitch. Trying to ground you, giving you unreasonable curfews and house rules. But your father never let her get away with it...and now he's gone. Died. Sudden Cardiac Arrest while auditioning new talent for the family business. See your dad has owned a titty bar since before you were born. In fact, your mom used to dance there! Before she turned into an ultra bitch and lost every ounce of fun in her body.
You come home from a nightcap with some sympathetic friends after the funeral to find your mother, just home from the will reading. She's having a Jack and Diet Coke, and she looks pissed. Why should she be pissed? The bar is a dive now but you're sure its still a cash cow, being the only titty bar in a fifty mile radius. She sucks her teeth and laughs cruelly. "He left it to you," she says, seething. "The whole business." You smile. Of course he did! Dad, coming in clutch even from beyond the grave!
You tell her you've got big plans to revive the place and she scoffs. "With what money? Do you know how much it'll cost to bring that place out of the 80s?" You tell her you have just the right plan to raise the money.
See, you're going to have a feature dancer. A real local draw. The town's hottest MILF. Her. Your mother is going to come out of retirement and the shock value alone will really put some asses in those seats! You'll raise the renovation funds in no time at all! She laughs at your idea but you're serious. Really, you tell her, she's a total fox. She's still got it, even if things with your father had fizzled in recent years. You know everyone will have a huge hard-on for her, even your friends. After much gentle cajoling, she starts to come around to the possibility. She gets a little look in her eyes...and you know you've convinced her. You'll even help her get ready for it! Think of me as a patron, you tell her, settling into a chair in the living room and watching as she nervously starts to undress, complaining about her lack of practice in floor work. Slowly, she starts to loosen up, moving her hips and sinuously rubbing herself against you, feeling your quickly stiffening cock against her skin. You try to stifle your moans but she's so sexy, so soft, so absolutely on top of you...
"Tell you what," she says, "let's make this interesting. If I take care of that tent in your pants, and I mean really take care of it, you sign over that club to me?" Of course, you take the bait. Having your mother in such a compromised position? This is going to get really interesting, really fast!!