Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... about Lee or dancing or anything… let alone asking her to teach him to dance. Somehow though, the thought of it excited him and filled him with hope. If he could at least learn a step or two he might not embarrass himself too badly if he went to Wilding dance…and danced with Lee.

“You… You would do that for me?” Tom sputtered, the spark of excitement growing in his eyes.

“Of course, I would.” Annie declared. “We can start right now, if you want.” She added with a questioning tilt of her head.

“Oh… Okay.” Tom said as he unfolded his right leg and stood up at the bottom of the steps.

Annie smiled and reached out her hand to Tom who took it and helped her to stand up. She was on the second step and that brought her face level with his. She pulled her hand back and brushed down her dress and apron before stepping down to the ground where Tom stood. She turned to face the porch like Tom was, standing by his left side. Annie took his left hand in her right and put her left hand on her hip.

“Count to four.” Annie turned her face and said to Tom.

“Four?” Tom asked with confusion in his voice.

“Yes. Four. Like this… One… Two… Three… Four…” Annie counted out loud.

“Four?” Tom repeated his question, still not quite understanding.

“It’s cadence, timing. All music has a beat. Some is faster, some is slower, but it all has a cadence. If you can count, you can keep time… if you try that is.” Annie explained and then squeezed Tom’s hand in hers to nudge him to ...

... count.

Tom wasn’t sure, yet, what it meant, but he counted out loud like his mother had done.

“One… Two… Three… Four…” He spoke then cocked his head toward his mother in askance.

“Yes, that’s it… but when you’re dancing… with your girl… you won’t be counting out loud. Just count in your head. Over and over to keep time with the music.” Annie explained further.

Tom let one eyebrow rise as he continued to look at his mother questioningly. He shrugged and started counting again.

“One… Two… Three… Four…” he said.

“And repeat…” Annie told him. “Like this… One…Two…Three… Four… One… Two… Three… Four… One… Two… Three… Four… and so on and so on.” Annie instructed

Tom shifted his head to his other shoulder and his lips moved as he counted silently. Annie turned to face him and turned her hand in his so they were palm to palm with their fingers interlocked. With her left hand she reached out and took Tom’s right hand and brought it to her left hip. Tom sort of froze in place but she smiled and reassured him that this was okay. Annie then snaked her left hand between his right arm and his side to place her hand flat on Tom’s back above his right hip.

Annie tilted her head up slightly to look into her son’s handsome if still slightly confused face. She smiled and pulled herself closer to his body, their feet were toe to toe.

“Are you still counting?” Annie asked quietly.

“Um… I stopped.” Tom admitted sheepishly.

“Well start again, repeat it over and over in ...