Valentine's Candy: Open Wide pt 2 - Sex Stories

Valentine's Candy: Open Wide pt 2

... swallowed half if it, grimacing at the burn. Not much Coke. "Thank you. And by the way, I am not taking pity on anyone here. I got a chance to dance with a beautiful sexy woman and I'm not missing out." He chugged the rest of the drink and offered the ice filled glass back. He took the soft murmur as Mel pressed herself into him, nuzzling her face deeper into his thick hair, as appreciation. Once she felt his second arm wrap low around her again she raised one hand from his neck long enough to make a vague waving motion. Her voice was distant. "Go away now, bartender. Leave us alone. I want to dance with my wonderful Valentine." "Very well, Miss. If you or the young Sir require anything please use the bell. I shall retire to the spa." Val felt one light kiss on his neck as his mother began to sway again with the music. He moved with her, at least partly to avoid his bulge coming any nearer his mother. Alcohol was still new to him and, mixed with the pot, his head was swimming. He tried desperately not to think of Candy, knowing what that would do to his cock and the chances of it becoming obvious. Aunt Marguerite, drunk, going to the spa at this time in the evening probably meant she was staying the night, and usually meant she wanted him to join her in the swirling hot water, secluded from view. Probably shouldn't think of that either, especially wearing just a robe. "Does it feel good?" "Hmm?" Her question brought him thankfully back from dangerous thoughts. She wiggled ...

... her hips against his and his hand moved with her ass. "Does it feel good? In your hand." He realized he'd started lightly massaging her cheek when his thoughts turned to Candy's lessons. "Don't stop. It feels good." He did as he was told. It was just massaging a muscle. He had rubbed her shoulders and feet enough in the past. Somehow she had shifted more in front of him when she'd wiggled her hips. The large knot in the thick terry cloth belt holding his robe closed pushed into his gut. He hoped it would keep their lower parts separated. As the rum soaked into his bloodstream he became less worried about it. Her breath felt good on his neck. Both firm breasts pressed hard against his chest. His other hand had somehow found a second round cheek. Her moist breath trailed down from his ear. He felt a light kiss on the sensitive skin there. Then a whisper, humming against him. "Val." "Yes, Mom." "You called me sexy." She leaned back, arching, enough to look her son in the eye. "Am I sexy?" His mind more addled, he wasn't as quick when his gaze wandered downward at her question. The arch in her back pulled her upper body back away from him and upward. Their dancing had shifted the halter and he could see more of one breast where the fabric had been pushed outward. Both nipples appeared harder and more distinct pressing through the fabric. His voice sounded hoarse, his throat constricted from his lowered head. His eyes stayed on her body. "Very, very sexy." "Thanks." She looked close ...