Mommy Sits on my Lap part 2 - Sex Stories

Mommy Sits on my Lap part 2

... As I was seated, my head was level with her slightly curved belly and I couldn't stop my eyes from being drawn down to the hem of her skirt and her long sexy legs. Her hosiery glimmered in the glittering lights and I wanted so badly to reach and touch them. "You can can't you?" she said as if reading my mind. I looked at her quizzically. "Dance stupid! You can dance with your mother?" she smiled d***kenly at me. "Of course mom I'd be delighted," I said standing to take her in my arms. The band was playing a slow song, I could smell her perfume, Poison – may favourite, mingled with the smell of cigarettes and bourbon. We moved slowly and awkwardly for while and them mom pulled herself close to me and rested her head on shoulder. "I love you son," she said and kissed me gently on the neck. "Me too," I replied and kissed her hair. "Nice to see a mother and son showing public affection," Aunty Megan, the not so blushing bride, danced close by us. The groom made no disguise of the fact that he was enamoured with his new wife's tits and ass as he groped her while he danced her around the room. When they finally went upstairs to their bedroom for their wedding night, I bet she wouldn't even get a chance to get out of her wedding dress before he was fucking her. In my mind I conjured up the vision of Aunt Megan bent over the king-size bed, her wedding dress hiked up to her waist, her tits hanging out of the bodice as my new uncle fucked her vigorously from behind, holding her by her ...

... lacy white garter-belt which was clipped to white silk stockings. She was nearly knocked out of her heels every time he thrust into her and she was squealing with surprise and pleasure. "Henry! You naughty man!" she squealed in my daydream. My semi-erect cock had become tumescent and I became aware that it was rubbing against my mother. She raised her head and looked me in the eyes, she smiled mischievously. "Is that for mommy?" she reached between our bodies and squeezed my cock through my trousers. "Jesus mom! Cut that out!" I pulled her hand away. "I don't want my son having a heart attack like that old guy I was dancing with," she smirked. "Anyway it's just a reaction to a dream I was having. I couldn't get aroused by you; you're my mom for fuck sake!" I retorted. "But you didn't mind panty-popping me in the car on the way here," she said matter-of-factly and stared me right in the eyes. "Panty-popping?" I said stunned. Mom pulled herself closer and put her head back on my shoulder; her groin was rubbing against me and my quickly diminishing erection was back on the way to rigidity. Mother clung to me as we slowly danced; I could feel her thighs and soft belly against my penis as she swayed with the music; her tits were crushed against my chest. "Panty-popping is what your farther and I did instead of sexual intercourse before we got married," she explained. "Mom! I don't wanna know about yours and dad's sex life!" I hissed. "Sure you do son. I wanted to be a virgin bride ...