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Subject: Dancing with Mom
Date: Thu, 04 Nov 2004 11:23:06 -0800
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Dancing with Mom
By
taboowriter2@yahoo.com
I was woken by the sound of music blaring. I instantly knew what it
was; my mother was drunk again and listening to old music on the stereo
in the living room. I am an extremely light sleeper and knew that it
would be impossible for me to get back to sleep with this noise, so I
wasn't even going to try. I sighed heavily and crawled out of bed
throwing on a pair of jeans and a dirty shirt on the floor and then
made my way to the living room.
When I reached the end of the hallway I saw my mother sitting on the
couch in her purple nightgown. I saw her half filled glass of white
wine resting on the coffee table. She had her eyes closed, her right
hand in a fist holding a cigarette that pointed up, and she swayed her
head as she listened to the music. She brought the cigarette to her
lips and inhaled some smoke; while she did this she opened her eyes and
saw me. She titled her head back and exhaled the smoke.
"I'm sorry honey, I didn't wake you did I?" my mother asked me.
"No mom." I answered her back.
She nodded her head yes that she understood me as her eyes closed
again.
"Why don't you make yourself a drink, it will help you sleep." My
mother suggested.
I thought that was an excellent idea! So I made my way to the kitchen
and poured myself a double shot of vodka. I returned to the living room
and took a seat next to my mother on the couch. I slowly nursed my
drink and listened to the music my mother was playing.
A song came on that my mother seemed to really enjoy.
"I love this song!" my mother exclaimed, "Come on and dance with
your old mother."
My mother grabbed my arm and pulled me up off of the couch. I followed
her to the center of the room. The song's tempo was slow, I wish I
could name it for you, but my knowledge of songs from the 70s is
lacking. My mother moved in close to me. I wrapped one arm around her
waist and locked hands with her with my free hand. My mother rested her
head on my shoulder as we started to move to the music.
My mother is a tad overweight, but she is still a pretty good-looking
lady for pushing fifty, and I have to admit, she has entered my
fantasies on more then one occasion. We shuffled softly and slowly to
the song playing, my mother pressed against my body, I could feel her
breasts on my chest though her thin nightgown. Her thick red hair
smelled great. I was really enjoying this dance with her. In fact I
began to enjoy it too much. I felt myself beginning to get aroused as
my mother pressed harder against me and nuzzled her head on my
shoulder.
All my concentration went to fight what was growing in my pants, but it
was a hopeless war, and I was fighting a loosing battle. I had been
defeated by my body, I knew my mother could feel it, because I could
feel her though my erection. But my mother played it cool, continuing
to dance with me just as closely and not mentioning the handicap that I
currently possessed.
When the song ended, my mother broke our embrace.
"Thank you, you are a true gentleman." My mother said. Giving me a
kiss on the cheek before walking to the coffee table and picking up her
empty wine glass.
I watched my mother walk to the kitchen with her glass for a refill, my
eyes focused on the outline of her ass through her nightgown. A debate
was currently raging in my mind. I could sit back down and finish my
drink, or I could return to my room and masturbate over the experience
I had just had with my mother. I sat back down on the couch.
My mother returned to the couch with her glass of wine and sipped it. I
leaned my head back and sipped my drink, my dick was coming down from
its high and I was just trying to enjoy the memory of my mother's
body pressed against mine.
Another song my mother seemed to really enjoy came on. She got up off
of the couch and moved to the middle of the room and started to dance
by herself. She had her back to me, her arms up in the air with her
hands ever so gently touching. I looked at her ass as it swung to the
music. I was going to have some great visuals for my masturbation
fantasy tonight.
My mother turned so now she was facing me. She lowered her arms and our
eyes met, she smiled at me as I looked at her while taking a sip of
vodka. Her eyes closed as she moved to the music. Her nightgown really
accentuated her tits; she really did have a beautiful set. The peeks I
have managed to glimpse of them in the past were the cause of the
fantasies I have had of her.
My mother brought up her right hand slowly and held it to her left
shoulder. She gently moved the strap of her nightgown to the edge of
her shoulder. I held my breath, amazed at what was happing here. Was my
own mother really about to strip for me? My hopes were dashed rather
quickly as she moved the strap back into place. But then she did
something quite extraordinary. My mother extended her arms at shoulder
lengths, her thumbs pressed to her middle fingers and her elbows
slightly bent. She bent over ever so slightly, and staring directly in
my eyes gave her chest a short shake. My mouth dropped open at the
sight. My mother seeing my reaction gave out a soft chuckle.
To my disappointment the song ended at that point. My mother
straightened herself up and gave me a little shrug as she made her way
back to the couch. I drained the rest of my vodka before she sat down.
When the next song started to play my mother turned to me and said,
"They're playing your song."
I got the hint and made my way to the area that had become the dance
floor this evening as my mother took a sip of her wine. The bulge in my
pants was obvious, and I had made a decision not to ignore it while I
danced, in fact I was going to draw my mother's attention to it.
I started to move to the music playing while my mom reached for her box
of Marlboro Lights 100s on the coffee table and proceeded to light one.
She leaned back into the couch and crossed her legs. I turned my back
to her as I swayed my ass from left to right to an even tempo, letting
her take in the view of it. When I turned back to face her I took my
right hand and placed it behind my head with the elbow extended out. My
left hand I placed next to my crouch. I bucked my waist, showing her
exactly what her dance had done to me. I turned my back to my mother
again and bent over, I looked over my shoulder at her and took my right
hand and gave my ass a smack.
"Woo!" my mother shouted reacting to my smack.
I bent back up and turned to her, I took my hands and put then in the
waist of my pants, My fingers lightly brushing my dick as I shook my
body for my mother. The song ended and I took my seat next to my
mother.
"Not bad kiddo," my mom said. "But watch this one."
My mother got up and went to the center of the room. She began by
snapping her fingers to the song and swishing her body from side to
side. It didn't take her long to get lewd after that. She brought her
arms up and grabbed her shoulders, making sure that her arms were
rubbing her breasts as she did so. She ran her fingers up through her
hair while moaning ever so lightly. She bent her knees slightly and
softly moved her hips, as if she was riding someone, a look of ecstasy
was clear on her face.
My mother turned her back to me and bent over, she wiggled her ass, she
had one hand on the floor, and the other she brought up and rubbed her
ass with. My mother stood back up and faced me. She cupped her breasts
in her hands and gave them a little bounce. I could see the lust in her
eyes as she stared at me.
She then walked hurriedly back to the couch and completely caught me by
surprise as she sat in my lap facing me and started to dry hump. She
started to make loud sounds and scream, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" as she
moved her hips and rocked herself upon me.
Her body rubbing my hard dick was too much to bear, and I knew I was
going to cum in my pants soon. My mother's rocking suddenly stopped
as she grabbed my head and launched her mouth upon mine. As our lips
locked my left hand instantly went to her ass, and my right hand found
a breast. I massaged a tit and pushed her ass with my hand as our
crouches grinded together while we kissed passionately.
The kiss was intense and filled with lust, our tongues involved in a
dance of their own, only this dance was not slow and soft, it was fast
and furious. My mother broke the kiss and rolled off of me so she was
sitting back next to me. She reached under her nightgown to remove her
panties. I hastily unbutton and zipped down my jeans, pulling them and
my underwear down together.
My mother quickly sat back on me. I guided my cock to her pussy as she
sat on my lap. There were no words spoken, just her low whimpering
moans and my grunts. I pulled my mother's tits out over her nightgown
and attacked them with my mouth. I devoured her dark brown nipples in
my mouth. My mother moved her hips, rocking on my lap, she did this for
a few moments before she began to raise herself a bit and lower herself
on my dick. This was not love we were making but raw and intense lust.
We fucked feverously my mouth never leaving my mother's breasts as
she moved her hips and rode me. The intense lust filled fuck took its
toll on me and my dick started to swell my climax was at hand. With
each spurt I let out a grunt, my mother crushed her pussy on to my
dick, her eyes closed and her head tilted back. With my last squirt my
mother opened her eyes and looked at me, are mouths met again in
another kiss.
Our kiss was done and my mother crawled off of me and took her seat
next to me on the couch. I sat there, my pants still around my ankles,
panting heavily. My mother sighed as she brushed her hair out of her
face with her hand. She pushed her tits back into her nightgown and
reached for her pack of cigarettes, she took one and lit it. As another
song started she turned to me and said, "I love this song."
The End