The Dance - Sex Stories

The Dance

... a year ago. Now it was happening. He had his cock deep in her and it felt great. He watched her tits sway in front of his face like water filled balloons. Sammy played with her nipples and after he kissed her, she put a nipple in his mouth and he had sucked and tongued it. It took fifteen minutes for him to cum and a minute more for her. Sam had climaxed only a few hours before, but his youth came to his rescue and he came again like a fountain to fill his mother’s pussy with his i****t cum. Rapidly the cum had become an additional lubricant and he felt its new warmth surround his cock. As the surge of feeling burst through his body, Sammy pulled on his mothers nipples and tried as hard as he could to f***e more cock into her; an impossibility for she had already taken every bit of his dick deep into her cunt. They continued to leisurely fuck as their need slowly subsided. Irene had two more mini climaxes and Sam felt his cock deflating … but not entirely. A few hours later, half asl**p, Sammy found his way to the kitchen for some breakfast. His mother was sitting in the sunny breakfast nook sipping black coffee. Irene looked radiant. She watched her sl**py boy pour himself some coffee with lots of milk and sugar and smiled to herself. Regardless of the size of his dick, he was still a boy and she would have to be very gentle with him. He would have to be trained, but trained slowly. But she had plans. She had risen earlier, showered and dressed for day she was planning. ...

... “Are you going to have some cereal, Sam? There are muffins in the frig, Honey.” “Not yet, Mom. I’m still half asl**p. I’ll finish my coffee first.” “How do you feel about last night, Sammy? Did you enjoy it?” She looked at him not expecting anything but good thoughts and she wasn’t disappointed. “You don’t hate your mother do you?” Sipping his coffee, Sam had been staring at his mom, dressed as she was in the thin silk robe that molded around her body, showing off her curves and the points of her nipples. Surprised by the question Sammy looked at her. “I loved it, Mom. And I love you. That was the greatest night of my life. Can we do it again?” “Of course we can, if you want.” “When?” Irene shifted her position and in doing so, her robe fell open, exposing the inner swell of her breast, her navel and the V at the juncture of her tightly closed thighs. “We’ll see, Honey. Perhaps soon, very soon… maybe tonight. Would you like that?” “Can we do it now?” Irene laughed, “Oh, my! What have I done? Come here, big boy.” Sam stepped up close to his mother and watched as her hands went to the waistband of the nylon athletic shorts he wore. As she slid the flimsy shorts down off his hips and down his legs, she followed, ended up kneeling before her young son. Looking up at her boy looking down, she took his rapidly inflating cock into her mouth and then let it slip out. “Do you like that, Honey?” “Oh, yes,” he gasped. “So do I, Sammy. So do I.” Smiling up at him, she peeled the loose robe ...