Title: Teach Me To Dance Mom
Keywords: mF, mat, teen, inc, cheat, mom, son
Author: Caesar
Summary: David is mystified when he starts getting an erection while his mother is giving him dance lessons.










A newly-wed man of Peru
Found himself in a terrible stew:
        His wife was in bed
        Much deader than dead,
And so he had no one to screw.


 

Teach Me To Dance Mom

by Caesar, copyright 2004

$Revision: 1.4 $ $Date: 2007-12-02 07:47:46 $

Mom took my right hand and placed it upon the indentation of her
waist, trying hard all the while not to laugh at my obvious
discomfort.

I pulled my hand away and whined, "Mom please!"

She forced her near-laugh into a gentle smile and spoke while looking
up at me, "Sorry honey - lets try again?"

Again she guided my hand to her small waist, while my left still
clasped with her right, the small dainty fingers and the long nails
hidden in my paw.  "Relax David!  You know this."  She pulled me
gently against her - so that her petite soft body seemed to mold
against my own from my knees up to my chest.

Without meaning too, I took notice of the soft pillows of her bosom as
it pressed into my sternum.  Did we really have to dance so close?

The music played on and she looked at me expectantly, to start
dancing.  As she had taught me over the last days, my feet began to
move in a classic waltz, she seemingly effortlessly gliding before and
against me.

Mother was a tiny woman, petite, but with generous breasts and wide
soft hips and ass.

Believe me when I say that I had never looked at her in that way
before.  You know what I mean, the way a guy looks at an attractive
woman?  Yet, now as we moved slowly to the music, mother's small soft
body seemed to massage against my front as our clothed persons
continually touched.

And it began to happen... again!

Neither of us appeared to notice - but I could feel the tension build
in our living room.

Just like yesterday, I pulled gently away, trying to be discreet as
possible, and in just three dance steps, mother was again pressing her
body against my own.

Obviously, she must be able to feel it pressing into her abdomen.

She stole a quick glance up at my face - but I was staring straight
ahead, not daring to look at her.  My cheeks were so hot, I knew they
had to be bright red.

What kind of sick fucker gets a hard-on while dancing with his mom?

Not only that - but this was the third straight day that it has
happened, starting with our first dance lesson right here in our
living room.

That initial day, mom was facing away from me, as we (tried to) dance
to some Latin music.  My technique disastrous.  While my legs were
spread wide when I recognized the shame as I felt it grown in my
pants, pressing into the small of her back, across and between the
cheeks of her generous ass.  Mother had stopped dancing immediately,
seconds after I realized what my body was doing, turned toward me and
glanced down at my penis before jerking back a few steps to turn off
the music.  Dance lesson done for the day.

Then yesterday, mother surprised me when she knocked on my bedroom
door and asked me to come back into the living room, for further
lessons. We would be alone - dad was at work.

I really did need the help - what with the formal dance at school
coming up very soon.  Yet, the humiliation and self-loathing of what
had happened the day before stayed with me.  Mom did not relent
though, and soon we were in the living room, dancing to various songs,
and I forgot my earlier embarrassment.  That is, until it happened
again.  But this time, mother was pressing her front against me and
when I tried to disengage, she would charge forward yet again.  The
friction on my hard penis was excruciating and humiliating.  When the
music finally stopped, mother kept glancing at the bulge in my pants -
saying nothing.  It was I that mumbled something about being tired and
then retreating to my bedroom.

I felt so unclean - to get excited in the presence of my own mother.
And I had seen her eyes - she knew it was because of her!

With only one more day before the dance, I gave in to mother as she
had pushed aside the coffee table and chairs to give us a dance floor.

Strangely, I had thought I detected a hidden excitement to my parent
even as she asked me for another dance lesson.

Again I retreated, pulling just my hips away from mother's body so
that I was bent in half comically, desperation must be written over my
face.

"Relax honey!"  She reached down from my shoulder to pull my hips back
in - my hard penis pressing through our clothing, into her stomach.

Since she would not let me escape so easily, I mumbled, "Mom please?"
The basis of the question obvious - much to my continued horror.

She tilted her head up and stared at me, her voice barely above the
music, "What is it David?  Are you embarrassed about your hard-on?"

You could have asked me what the oddest thing to hear my own mother
say and it would have been that - 'hard on'.  The fact that she so
commonly stated what I could not - also seemed to penetrate my serene
and sterile world.

Oh my god - I felt like dying of embarrassment.

"Don't be shy honey!  It is rather flattering after all."  Her face
turned away from my own and it was my turn to steal a look at her, her
cheeks crimson as I am sure my own were.

Just when I realized what mother had said, the obvious questions
wanting to burst from my lips, mother continued, staring at my
shoulder with nearly no emotion, "A girl likes to know that she turns
a man on.  Makes a old lady feel good."

I knew, then, that she was not talking about my date for tomorrow
night nor just any 'old lady' - but herself.  She was feeling good
because I got an erection that she continually wanted to keep pressing
into herself?

Mumbling, "You are not old mom."  She is of course - she's my mom for
gods sake.  Ancient!

I thought I felt her stomach clench, rippling against my thrusting
pelvis.  We were still in contact of course.

The music, in the final few seconds, had ended without my noticing but
mother still held me tight against her - our feet moving to the waltz
steps.

"I know you are probably thinking of Cindy...?"

It was an obvious leading question, but I had never heard my mother
sound so frail and unsure.  Cindy, if you want to know, was my date
for the dance tomorrow night - one of the hottest girls in school.  "I
haven't thought of Cindy at all mom."  Which was true - even if my
voice was suddenly rough and dry.  The truthful admission surprised
me.

This conversation was making my heart thump violently in my chest and
my forehead to break out in a sweat.

Mom looked up again, her eyes wide and obviously in need of believing
my words.  She dropped her hands from my own, stood back a step and
quickly looked down at my thrusting crotch.  When her eyes,
eventually, came back to my own, she asked in a near-whisper, "I think
you have the dance steps down now David.  But if you would like to
continue to practice...?"

Another obvious leading question, her eyes wide and silently begging
for more.  My lips almost said what my mind was screaming to say -
'no' - instead I simply nodded in agreement, as if my mind was
powerless to the brain throbbing between my legs.

My mom turned toward the stereo to change the music while my eyes
strolled down to her trim waist and flaring wide attractive ass and
hips.  When had mom become a woman to me?  Had it been only two days
ago - my unconscious, and thus my cock, realizing what my mind denied?

When my eyes rose I saw that mom was looking over her shoulder and had
caught me peaking, a pleased private smile upon her lips.  She turned
back to me after pressing a button on the stereo and smiled widely, "A
little something from my generation."

The speakers blared out a early sixties rock tune - a mild surprise
since I had always assumed mom was a symphonic type of person.  Then
her hips began to sway wildly, violently, her knees bending rotating,
her breasts bouncing on her chest and her face intense with
concentration.

She was not bad actually - dancing with her eyes closed, allowing me
to witness this transformation to her early teen years.  Her hands
were moving to the music, raising above her head so that her breasts
seem to rise on her chest, her body slowly turning so that her ass
faced me as it wiggled and rotated deliciously.  She was already
sweating, her face glistening and beneath her arms a dark stain on her
pale blouse.

Mother backed up in time to the music and I felt her generous soft ass
eventually wiggle into my upper thighs, my hard covered groin.

My hands seemed to naturally land upon her tempered waist, holding her
in this position - the feeling running through me electric and highly
addictive.

Mom turned her head to look over her shoulder, though her eyes
remained closed.  Her whole face was smiling as she was biting her
bottom lip rather harshly.  I saw her nostrils flaring and knew she
was out of breath.

No longer a teenager, huh mom?

I felt my knees move without a conscious command from my brain -
bending so that my hard penis was level with the lover half of my own
mothers soft ass.  She pressed it into me harder - grinding and
thrusting, her torso bending forward to get a better angle.

When I looked down at the sight, I felt my body quiver in desire - the
hourglass figure, the round beautiful bottom before me.  It did not
matter to me if this was my mother - my mind began to realize.  I
loved her as I loved no other in my life, but a part of me lusted
after her as well.  Perhaps it could be realized as misguided
affection or perhaps it was something else, something more.

One of my hands slipped up from holding her waist and rubbed up her
spin, feeling the dampness of her exertion beneath the thin cotton
blouse.

Again her head turned as if looking over her shoulder, her eyes
clamped shut, her mouth open as she panted for breath.

The hand on her back grasped one of her shoulders, pressing the neck
of her blouse out of the way as I grasped her slippery smooth warm
skin.

The other hand, without thought, slipped from her waist and slid
beneath her, upward.  Then it was holding, cupping, one full soft
breast - feeling the protective layers of clothing, the warm damp skin
beneath.  I also felt the hard thrusting nipple, amazed at the size
and hardness as it provocatively pressed into my palm.

It was certainly the largest breast I had ever felt.

Mother finally seemed to have noticed a few seconds after my hand
grasped her covered breast, gasping loudly and froze before and
against me.  Then she jerked upward, my hand quickly moving so as not
to become trapped between us, her back pressing into my stomach and
chest.  My newly freed hand grasped the other breast, roughly kneading
those wonderful globes with my arms encircling her possessively.

Mom jerked against me, a high pitch squeal escaping her throat - the
music long forgotten by the both of us.

As inexperienced as I was, I wondered if mother was climaxing?  Yet,
how could that be - there had been no direct manipulation to what lay
between her legs.

My head felt like it was spinning, my knees felt almost ready to
buckle and my body broke out in a sweat.  The thought of my mothers
sexual organs, that she was having an orgasm right here, in my arms
was just completely wild.

Then it was over - the song, the jerking of my mothers body and then
of my hands overflowing with covered tit-flesh.  A sad longing filled
me - the loss of what had almost been.  I knew the impossibility of
this situation - could I could not?

Mom spun about in my arms, pressing our bodies together, her arms
encircling my waist, her body warm and damp against my own.  I could
feel her hot breath through my tee-shirt, where she pressed her face,
panting, against me.

Naturally, my arms went around her small torso, holding her
protectively.  She felt good there - in my arms, against me.

And yes, I understand how wrong it is to feel that way!

Then I thought I felt it, a thrust of her pelvis into my hard groin
and it seemed to release and overcome the building morality charge
lead by my brain.  The same brain that had shouted at me to stop this
- as this was incest, illegal and just plain crazy!  Determined,
though nervously, I slipped my hands down mothers back to grasp both
of her ass cheeks.  I had just held my mother by her breasts as she
climaxed, surely she can not deny me those rear fleshy globes now?
Those round soft cheeks, those big sexy globes which had just seconds
before wildly danced against me to provocatively.  I loved my mothers
ass I realized with a shudder.

Without looking I thought I felt mothers mouth move, smiling at this
new touch from her only child.  Probably my imagination.

The next time she thrust her pelvis into my own, there was no
mistaking her action.  I could feel her ass clench beneath my open
paws, as it pressed forward and up.

Finally, seconds after grasping her ass, after several thrusts of her
sex into my own, mother lifted her face from my chest and looked up
into my eyes.  "That was a little unexpected?"  I could see her
uncertainty in her eyes, the unasked questions.  I also saw something
else and though it was clouded by so many other emotions, I thought I
saw pleasure within that familiar gaze.

I simply nodded.  Everything since getting hard from mothers dance
lessons was all unexpected.

Her cheeks began to redden even as I looked at her, with my hands upon
her ass, "I guess your old mom has been a little lonely David."  It
was mother's attempt at an explanation - though it only brought on
more questions, she and dad did sleep in the same bed after all.  "I
don't dance much anymore."  Neither of us smiled at her little dagger
of humour.

"I have no complaints mom."  With that unexpected bold statement, my
hands pulled up and in, almost lifting mother off her small feet by
her mauled bottom.

She squealed with quick smile of delight, standing upon her toes where
I had her perched.

The smile melted quickly before she spoke earnestly, "We should stop
now David?"  Her brow was furled.

"I don't want too mom."  Which was true - though my mouth seemed to be
attached to the brain between my legs rather than the one above my
shoulders.

Mother's eyes closed and she dropped her head so that her face was
again pressed into my chest.  I heard her mumble, "I don't want to
either honey."  Her groin reinforced her statement, grinding into me
yet again.

I must admit that as far as mother and I have taken this sordid
encounter, it was nearly as far as my experience allowed.  Though I
have dated half a dozen different girls since the beginning of this
school year, the best I have ever gotten was to suck on some bare
nipples and a hand job in return.  So this... this encounter, if I can
demoralize it enough to talk so rationally, has the makings of
teaching me more than just dance steps.

I felt the soft body against me tense and knew before mother moved,
that she was disengaging.  She slipped out of my arms, away from my
body and my arms and left me feeling incomplete.  Mom would not meet
my eyes as she mumbled, "We must stop this... its insane!"  My guess
was that she was talking more to herself than to I.

Turning away from me, she again faced the stereo and she stepped
before it to fiddle with the dials.  Still determined not to look at
the son that she had just dry humped in the middle of our family's
living room.

The heat in my blood seemed as if on fire and my eyes were again drawn
to my own parents rear.  The same feature that had so recently and
aggressively ground into my body, into my obvious discomfort and the
same that had felt so good in my mauling paws.  Was it my imagination
that I felt my mom orgasm against me - her breasts held in my hands?

I was standing as I had been left, trembling with desire.

Mother spoke without looking at me, "I think you have all the moves
down now David - you are ready for Cindy and the dance tomorrow."
There was a distant sadness in the sound of her voice.

It was like I was listening to her through a long steel tube - or from
another room.

Unconsciously I stepped forward, she not noticing.  My trembling hands
raising toward that bottom before me, drawing them like a magnet.

Mother was bent toward the stereo and jerked upward when my hand
roughly groped her big sexy ass.  She spun around, my hand forced to
disengage, and blurted, "What are you ...?"  She was interrupted when
my head shot forward, forcing hers back, my other hand holding her by
the small of her back, our lips smashing into the others.

I had a hint of her wide-eyed surprise and confusion as my lips
opened, my tongue charging forward aggressively, before my own eyes
closed in near-delirium.

I was raping her mouth, orally forcing myself upon my own mother.

Yet, withing seconds of my tongue entering her lips, mother's body
relaxed in my arms, her mouth moulded to my own and I thought I heard
and felt her moan with pleasure.  Evidently, mother did not seem to
mind my assault.

Small hands were expertly unbuckling my belt and the jeans beneath.  I
could feel her trembling in my hands, her mouth as hungry as my own.
It reassured me in some adolescent way - and the hand that had been on
her hip rose to again grasp her full round heaving breast.

It was the only thing I seemed able to do - my adolescent innocence
obvious and humiliating.

Warm fingers dug into my boxer shorts, easily finding me ready and
hard.  I violently shivered when the hand tried to wrap itself around
my circumference even as the other was trying to push my pants and
underwear down past my hips.

Then her faced pressed upward against my own, our lips still locked
and our tongues duelling playfully.  I stood back up even as my pants
slipped to mid thigh, my penis now exposed and easily held within my
mothers experienced hand.  She finally pulled her lips from my own,
sharing a look that was so alien and so erotic that I was but a robot
to the desires between my legs.

Mother gasped out, "I need you inside me!"  She pushed with her hands
upon my chest, causing me to fall back into the couch, on my ass,
facing her.  She stood staring at my raised hard pole, panting with
the lust that I too felt as her hands began to fumble with her own
clothing.  The blouse was practically ripped off her shoulders - at
least one button torn off.  The cotton slacks shoved to the floor and
to her bare feet.

She was not looking at me but at my hard cock as mother shoved two
thumbs into the hips of her bikini style panties and shoved them down
her smooth pale legs.  Mother stepped out of them and practically
jumped upon me and the couch, straddling my thighs with her own.

Little did she realize what she was doing to me - that she was the
first live woman that I had ever seen completely naked.  I knew, even
then, that she did not have the body of a teenager - but the body she
did have, I would willingly worship for the rest of our years.

Both her hands held upon my shoulders for support as her mouth began
to rape my own.  I was amazed and delighted to feel her move her hips
around, until I felt the hot wetness that could not be mistaken for
anything else, kiss the soft circumcised head of my penis.

Without a pause she shoved her hips down, and the rest of my life will
never be the same.

I was paralysed with amazement, how fantastic it felt to be inside a
woman!  So hot... so wet!

Mother was moving above me like she was possessed, her face having
fallen back onto her shoulders with her mouth open and saliva dripping
down her chin.  Was any child intended to see their parent in this
light?

My hands rose and I pulled the shoulder straps of mother's final
garment to the side.  A guttural very deep moan was escaping from my
mom as she bounced and wiggled upon my hard cock.  It was like she was
mentally lost, leaving me with this lust-possessed shell of the woman
that I had known all my life.

How do you describe perfection; the emotions and wild feelings rolling
through my person.  I was not so naive to discount the bonus of
emotions because my first was my own mother.

Soft white breast flesh was exposed, the dark brown wide hard nipples
bouncing before my eyes hypnotically.  My hands grasped both breasts,
amazed at their generous movements upon her chest, holding them at the
base, squeezing them so the nipples were almost still.  Then I pulled
her body toward me, unresisting, and engulfed her right hard nipple
between my hungry saliva covered lips with a hunger that surprised me.

A loud gasp escaped mother and she ground her chest into my open
mouth, one of her hands grasping me by the back of the head, ensuring
I would not pull away.  Her skin was warm and slick with sweat, she
tasted salty and smelt like a distant perfume I had never noticed
before.  It was those alien sounds that would be so fondly remember
for years to come, I knew, the first sounds of a woman's
pleasure... my mothers pleasure.

I wish I could tell you how long we lasted, how we copulated this way
for hours, but it was not so.  I was but a virginal teenager until a
few seconds before, my own mother having taken it for herself, I had a
thick hard nipple in my mouth as mother bounced wildly up and down and
side to side upon me, my rock hard manhood inside her the whole time.

My head fell back to the couch, mother's hand trapped, and I let out a
silent scream, my whole body tensing to almost the hardness of that
place between my legs.  I heard mother egging me on, telling me to
fill her up, that she loved me - all the while I could hear the loud
sloppy sounds escaping from between our bodies, feel the scrap of her
hard nipples through my tee shirt and upon my skin.  My body began to
jerk and spasm and mother cried out with pleasure as my orgasm pumped
into her again and again.

There would never be another moment like it in my life - for that I
was sure of, even before the final ejaculation pumped from my body and
into my mom's.

When my eyes opened, I found mother staring at me with love, lust and
happiness.  When my own smile appeared, her face shot forward and she
kissed me passionately, drawing out what little breath I had left.

Then she removed her lips from my own, a string of spittle tying us
together, and looked me earnestly in the eye.  There were a hundred
questions in that look - not the least of which was if I still
respected her as a mother.  I could see the tension within her rise.
How would this affect her marriage with dad?

Even in my inexperience I felt embarrassed at the short duration of
our joining - my cheeks heating up and probably red with shame.  How I
asked the next playful question I shall never know - the strength
rising up within me from some unknown place and whispered while
looking at her, "I think I need more dance lessons mom?"

It was like the dam cracking and the floodwater's breaking free -
mother blasted out a barking laugh, her eyes dancing but still locked
on mine.  My own happiness bubbled forth as an echoing laugh.

At that moment I think we both realized that I was still hard - that I
was still deep inside her body.  Mother kissed me again, slower and
with more passion, the promise of fantasy filling my soul.  Panting
for breath, mother gasped, "I would love to keep teaching you to dance
honey!"

Her ass was beginning to rotate on my lap, rising centimetres before
grounding back down.  Our mutual passion was building rapidly and my
ego with it.  My hands slipped around mother's hips to grasp her big
sexy bare ass - her response was to moan with pleasure at the touch.
"I think I may need lots of dance lessons mom?"

She smiled her eyes closed tight, pleasure written all over her face.
"Shut up and fuck me David!"

And I did.

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