The Dance - Sex Stories

The Dance

... old son liked her and liked to look at her. That made her feel good and gave her a funny feeling in her tummy; a sweet warm erotic feeling. She had caught him peeking down her blouse a few times, but hadn’t said anything, and only a week ago she had found a pair of her panties suspiciously out of place with a blot of moisture that she couldn’t identify. She thought it was kind of cute and a little horny actually. Sam’s b*****r, four years older than him and in the service now had masturbated with her underwear for years, nothing more than that had ever happened and she had never said anything. “Why don’t you go make your mother a drink, Sammy and you can have a beer if you like. Scotch on the rocks just a bit of water, Sweetie.” “Sure. I’m awake now and I need a beer after the awful night I’ve had.” Getting out of the chair Sam tried to see up his mother’s skirt but he couldn’t see very far. She ignored his not very hidden glance, “I’m sure a beer will make you feel better, Sammy and of course it will be your first one of the evening… Isn’t it?” She grinned knowing it wasn’t. Sam left the room without answering. When he returned to the room a few minutes later he entered a new world. The TV was off and his mother had turned on some late night FM music. The light had been dimed back quite a bit but not off and she was lighting some candles. The candles, four in all, were not equally spaced. One was on the table next to where he had been sitting, one over the fire place and two ...

... on the coffee table near the couch where Irene had been sitting and where she sat again when Sam handed her a drink. The soft flames had a wonderful effect on Sam; he smiled and sat back in the overstuffed chair with his can of beer and a barely hidden big boy smile. She grinned at him as she sat back on the couch, “I think my boy likes the candles. Don’t you?” She pulled her legs under herself again and by accident or design (the reader can guess for I will not), her slinky dress slid further up her thighs. She saw him boldly staring at her nylon covered legs and decided to see how far he would go. As for Sammy, he thought she was so incredible beautiful. He knew he would never find anyone as cool or as horny as his own mom. Her tits tight inside her dress moved with the motion of her body. The long sleeved dress was of a silky gold material and very thin and clung to her like a second skin. She was braless, her nipples plainly outlined and her large orbs seemed ready to fall out of the low cut neckline. “You certainly do seem to like your old mother’s legs, Sammy. I can show you a little more if it will make you ‘cookie monster’ happy. Do you want to see?” He blushed a little but didn’t hesitate, “Of course Mom… I love your legs. They are really beautiful. The prettiest I’ve ever seen.” He did indeed love them. He studied them now as his eyes scanned the soft curves. From her nylon covered, shoeless toes to the edge of her dress he followed each dip and curve as if he were ...