The Dance - Sex Stories

The Dance

... the aluminum tab as he bent it forward to open his beer; the fizzing sound of escaping gas; the soft light over the sink and the quiet whirring sound of the refrigerator motor. He heard and noticed everything so clearly. He couldn’t remember feeling or hearing any of these things before. Sammy brought the drinks back into the play room a bit numb and not knowing what would happen next. The atmosphere had changed again. The lights were out and only two candles were left burning. Soft slow dance music played in the background. His mother was standing near the couch with a fresh cigarette in her mouth; he had never seen her smoke so much as she was this evening. With one foot on the coffee table Irene was rolling down one of her nylons just as he walked in. She gave him a lovely relaxed smile her eyes were sparkling and friendly. “Sammy, would you like to help me take off my nylons? They are a little uncomfortable and I’d like to dance in my bare feet.” Her smile said they were equals or lovers perhaps, but not the smile of a mother to her son. “I would love to. You’ll have to show me how, Mom.” Sammy handed his mom her drink took a long pull on his beer and knelt in front of her. Slowly he finished rolling the nylon off the leg she had started, and that was incredibly exciting for a fifteen year old. He looked up at her and her smile invited him to go ahead with the other leg that she raised next. Sammy took another sip of beer and touched her. The touch of flesh to flesh gave ...

... him a titillating sensation in the tips of his fingers and an over sweet feeling in his belly. He could smell the richness of her body, and the warmth of her skin. Unfastening her stocking from the garter clips, Sam now could clearly view her panties and a few errant pubic hairs that peeked out from under the edge of the black satin panties. Slowly he rolled down her stocking, and inched the fabric off her toes. She lowered the leg and now she was an inch shorter than her son. “Well, handsome, let’s dance,” she said looking at him and gently put her arms around his neck while she began to slowly sway her body. There were no more words. Sam put his hands on her hips not knowing just where he should put them. He could feel his mother’s breath on him; it was sweet, with no odor of scotch, just moist female heat. She pressed against him making it impossible for them to move any way except together as one. Sam’s cock couldn’t have been any harder. He felt his mother pushing her lower tummy into his hard cock. In response, the teen boy became a bit more aggressive, pressing back against his mother’s pelvis. Sammy didn’t know how it happened, neither did Irene, but their mouths met and they kissed. It was a long, sweet lover’s kiss. Somehow Sam’s hands slid down to his mother’s butt and he cupped her cheeks as he might have a girlfriend. Irene did just the same, but also pulled him still closer to herself. Now they were lightly grinding their pelvises together. They danced the dance ...