The Dance - Sex Stories

The Dance

... of dreams for some minutes. Irene looked up at him, enjoying the pleasure and surprise on her handsome son’s face. As they danced Irene slowly pulled his shirt out of his pants and unbuttoned it. As they moved she rubbed her hands over his bare sides and back. He floated on the smell and feel of her, drifting on a sexual high he had never experienced before. Sam continued to rub his mother’s ass while she moved her hand back to his ass cheeks and pulled him tightly against her body then f***ed her pelvis against his erection rotating her hips. She was making him crazy and he knew he wasn’t far from a major climax. Irene kissed his ear and touched his ear lobe with her tongue. Cheek to cheek he could smell her perfumed hair and reacted to her feel and smell by squeezing her ass cheeks and forcing her mound once more against his cock. Slowly she moved her hand to slide it down between them and gently touched his covered cock. ‘God,’ she thought, ‘he is as big as most adult males.’ Forbidden thoughts swirled in her heated mind. What would it be like to have her son’s cock in her mouth? Or even in her cunt? She could feel herself begin to sweat. Her own pussy juice was slowly running down her thigh. She wanted… no needed to feel more of his skin, skin below his belt. While they continued to slow dance, Irene lapped his ear again and whispered to him, “My big boy is very hard down there.” She squeezed his cock lightly. “Did Sammy’s mother make him hard?” Her warm breath in his ear ...

... and on his neck was exciting him to heights he had never dreamed of. ‘Yes,’ he tried to say, but the frog in his throat muted him. He cleared his throat and said clearly, “Yes, Mom. It’s hard for you… just for you, Ma.” Irene moved the conversation further when she said, “Do you like my boobs, Honey?” “Oh, god yes, Ma! They are big and pretty.” Irene still had her cheek pressed against his and continued to whisper. “I know you try to peek at them some times, don’t you?” Not really embarrassed he said, “I did,” he admitted, quickly adding, “but I only did a few times. Sorry, Mom.” “Don’t be sorry, baby. It’s O.K. I really don’t mind at all, Sammy. Would you like to see them now?” His libido fueled mind raced. “Oh… ya, I sure would.” “O.K. baby. Then just push down my top, Honey. Go ahead, it’s O.K.” Just push down my top, Honey They had continued to dance with her hands locked around his bare waist. With trembling hands Sam moved the top of her dress down until a tit popped out. Irene pulled away from her boy and leaning back against the wall, let him feast his eyes for a moment before she completed the task by bringing both tits out to hang free. Sam’s eyes froze on the mildly his mother’s erotically swaying globes, her dark nipples pointing out very erect. “Do you like them, Honey? Oh I do hope so, because I love you looking at them.” Irene looked into his eyes while he continued to stare at her tits. She enjoyed the obvious desire she saw there and knew he was on an erotic ...