Suddenly, taboo - Sex Stories

Suddenly, taboo

... blast from the past so that more mature folks could participate. There followed a long session of soul and soft rock music from the seventies and eighties. A few men came over to our table to ask for a dance only to get smiling refusals from mom. After much teasing and urgings from a female cousin of mom who shared our table, mom, maybe a little bit light headed from a couple of glasses of wine, promised to get up at some time and have a dance or two with me. When the song ‘let me roll it’, which I knew was a favorite of hers started, I got up with outstretched hand which she quickly took and followed me to the small floor not far from our table. From the moment I took my mother in my arms and she willingly drew close to me I experienced a sexual jolt that I couldn’t understand, and red flags sprung up in my mind. Danger was certainly here. The small stage was surprisingly packed with both the young and not so young and there was no space for fancy foot movements; closeness was the order of the moment. Mom’s big breasts were generously pressed into my chest. It probably was no big deal to her, but it was to me. That soft touch of female flesh against mine on a dance floor under dim lights and the surrounding sights of other couples grinding into each other was just too much stimulus for a hot blooded twenty year old. One minute into the song and I could feel the distinct stirring of an erection. Our bellies and thighs were just barely touching as we moved slowly to the song, ...

... and I could feel moms body softly glide over the hard bump every now and then. My body was telling me to get closer, but my mind wary of the fact that this soft, beautiful woman in my arms was actually my mother, made me resist the temptation. Although my effort to will away the erection was futile I at least managed to not take advantage of the situation; I fought against the feeling of hot pleasure and pulled away every time I felt the unpreventable touch of my hardness against my mom’s mid-section. But fortune intervened and made things really uncomfortable for me. The young people dancing around us were far from good at the movements and coordination required for slow dancing on a small dance floor, and kept bumping into either mom or me, sending our bodies crashing into each other’s. They refused to heed the song’s advice and just ‘roll it’ instead they were rocking wildly trying to show skill where they had none. Mom laughed at their inexperience and commented playfully in my ears about us being sandwiched. At the end of the first song I attempted to release mom, but she held me firm as ‘wildflower’ smoothly blended into the fading ’wings’ ballad, whispering into my ear that it took a lot of effort for her to be there on the dance floor and that she had no intention of going off after just one song, especially after not having danced for so long. She even said that she was enjoying it! The bumping continued and mom suggested we forget our little foot movements and just ...