Mothers Plan Didn`t Work part 1 - Sex Stories

Mothers Plan Didn`t Work part 1

... Her expression saddened, but turned cheerful when she changed topics. After another twenty minutes, she announced, “Dinner’s ready. Let’s eat.” Sitting across from each other allowed me to appreciate her exquisite beauty. Her shiny, shoulder-length black hair, reflecting the light, perfectly framed her heart-shaped face. My eyes lingered on her full lips that I had often dreamed of kissing. My leering stares were more frequent than usual, making up for the time I’d been away. She looked up, catching me a couple of times, and smiled without saying anything. We fell back to our routine of going out for a fun activity before coming home to watch a show or do some housework. I worked on my studies in the office, and when finished she would work on her business or video chat with her sister. I only needed a couple of hours to finish my work as I was pretty far ahead in all of my classes.

The next weekend Mom picked a restaurant featuring a dance floor. Canned slow music played for the patrons. I’d never danced and Mom knew it. We ate and while we waited for the check, Mom urged, “Billy, you should learn to dance. Girls like it and it might help you meet them.” “Mom, that might have been the case years ago, but girls don’t slow dance anymore,” I argued. “Guys my age don’t dance with their mothers either. Anyway, I’d probably hurt you. I’m sure I’d be a horrible dancer.”“Nonsense, sweetie. Ladies love to dance and enjoy being held by their man. I’ll teach you. There are only a ...

... few couples here and no one is going to know you’re my son. Don’t worry, we’ll take it slow and before you know it, you’ll have the hang of it,” she seductively pleaded. She stood and walked to my side of the table. I loved the thought of holding Mom close to me, but I didn’t want to appear too eager. When we moved to the floor, she wrapped her right arm around me and with her other hand, she gripped my right hand. I held her as you would when slow dancing. “Watch my feet and I’ll take you through a few basic steps,” she instructed. Glancing down, my eyes lingered on her tight blouse. The outline of her bra pressed against the material and I felt the familiar tingle in my groin, gazing upon her good-sized tits. The gap at the top, exposing the deep valley between her mounds, added fuel to my horny condition. “Ouch, pay attention, Billy,” she exclaimed. Shifting my eyes from her top to the floor, I followed her instructions. “Sorry, Mom,” I apologized. “I warned you I wasn’t very good.” She slowed her pace, which didn’t help much as I continued to misstep. When we laughed at how bad I was, my eyes drifted back up to her jiggling blouse. Eventually, I became better and even took the lead for a song. “Billy, you picked it up fast,” Mom praised my progress. “Now, look at my face while we dance. A girl likes to be appreciated while her date leads her around the floor.” I gladly locked eyes with her and wondered what she was thinking about as we stared at each other. If I had my way, ...