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Suddenly, taboo

... stand in one spot. So there we were mother and son pressed closely against each other, tighter than would have been the case had there been ample space around, just gently swaying to the music. My right thigh was between my mom’s soft fleshy pair; my hard cock stretched out across her groin area. Every now and then as a result of a hard bump from one of the other dancers our bodies would press together so hard that I would feel the hot pressure of her pussy mound. I was sure that she was trying just as hard as I was to deny the existence of my erection. She neither pulled away or pushed against the intrusion, just stood there letting things be what they were, which I think was the best course of action to soften our mutual embarrassment. My angry cock would every so often throb and lurch against the soft heat, no doubt getting a good whiff of the fine pussy pressed against it in waiting. My hand on mom’s bare back would occasionally forget the facts, and involuntarily give in to a quick soft rub. Mom displayed absolutely no awareness of anything unusual going on one way or the other. Wildflower gave way to the long, flowing ‘for the love of you’ and mom upped the swaying, rolling tempo a notch, forcing me to follow. My hardon was only too pleased. She rested her soft cheeks against mine and her fingers sunk into my back and shoulder as we rolled our hips and swayed gently to the song. My erection by this time was beyond restraint and throbbed and lurched wildly. Quite a few ...

... times it led my body on a tentative exploration without my willing consent, taking quick little probes of my mom’s crotch; nothing forceful or very obvious, but intentional touching nevertheless. And on two or three occasions I felt as if the thrusts were returned, but couldn’t be sure. We danced for about half an hour, maybe seven or eight songs before mom suggested we go back to our table. I was grateful for the dim lights, the closeness of our table to the dance floor, and that all the other occupants of our table were missing, because I was sporting a mighty bulge in my trousers. Back at the table mom immediately poured a glass of wine and downed it in two quick gulps seconds apart. Her face was flushed after the drink, and she smiled sweetly but with a guilty look when she saw me watching her. I was not a drinker, but to make her feel less guilty I immediately abandoned my malt and poured a glass of wine for myself which I downed quite as quickly as mom. We both laughed, and mom using her hands fanned her face, while remarking how hot it was, as if that was an excuse. We remained mostly silent, looking in the direction of other dancers, only now and then leaning in close to share a funny comment and a little giggle. A little while later we returned to the dance floor as the dj started a reggae lover’s rock session. There was no embracing or closeness now, but because of the packed floor and the up tempo prancing we couldn’t avoid bumping into each other sometimes. At one ...