Mothers Plan Didn`t Work part 2 - Sex Stories

Mothers Plan Didn`t Work part 2

... height, showing off several inches of her sunken midriff. Having never seen Mom wear one, I surmised that Sarah loaned her one of hers. They modeled again, turning to show off their outfits. Sarah walked over to me, extended her hand, and pulled me up. “Show me your moves, Billy. I want to see whether your mother taught you the proper way to dance with a lady,” Sarah purred. She giggled as I wrapped my arm around her, held her other hand, and began dancing the best I could without music. We cautiously tiptoed around the room one time before I heard the music. Mom stood by the CD player, smiling wide, confident her plan of connecting Sarah and me was working perfectly. Sarah and I swayed around the room, enjoying the closeness of our bodies. The song ended and I backed off, ready to sit down again. “No, you don’t, Mister,” Sarah scolded me. “Didn’t your mother teach you any manners? After a nice dance, a lady deserves a kiss.” I walked up to her to peck her cheek, when she sternly corrected me, “A proper kiss, please. A cheek kiss is an insult to a lady who graced you with a dance. Hold me tightly around the waist. A lady likes a feeling of security from her man.” I gripped her waist and held her tightly as our lips met. We slightly opened our mouths, allowing our tongues to touch discreetly so Mom wouldn’t notice. When we parted, we maintained eye contact. Her lustful look reminded me of the times we had made love, making my balls tingle with excitement. I thought we had ...

... finished when Sarah piped, “Okay, now I want to see you dance with your mother. I couldn’t see your feet move when we were together and I want to see how well you do.” Mom started to object, but Sarah quickly intervened, “Let’s go, Mom. Show me your moves. Unless you want to award me the grand winner.”

Mom laughed and accepted the challenge, as she restarted the slow dance track and sauntered over to me. I held her as I had Sarah and began to dance. The difference was that my hand landed on bare flesh as Mom’s top rode higher than Sarah’s. Her hot, smooth skin sent shivers down my spine as I gripped her firmly, the tip of my thumb touching the lower part of her ribcage. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on her. I struggled to concentrate and missed a step, almost tripping us both. Sarah laughed and remarked, “I think Billy needs some more lessons, but I think between the two of us, we can whip him into shape.” In my defense, Mom replied, “He usually does better. He might be tired tonight, especially with a couple of girls bothering him all night.” It was an enchanting moment, holding my beautiful mom while we closely danced around the room. My heart sank, hearing the music stop. After reluctantly releasing her and taking a step back, Sarah admonished me, “No you don’t, Billy. Didn’t I tell you how to reward a lady after a dance? She may be your mom, but she’s still a lady.” I reached out and held Mom’s bare midriff with my hands squeezing tightly, feeling her hot, bare skin. Her ...