A Small Caravan - Sex Stories

A Small Caravan

... I left my hands there the whole song, massaging her gorgeous ass cheeks, until finally, the last chorus began to close and all the couples on the dance floor began kissing. We saw them all and looked at each other. I wasn't sure if my mother wanted to maintain the illusion this far, but to my surprise she leant forward and whispered in my ear "We've come this far..." and looked into my eyes. We leant in simultaneously, tilting our heads, closing our eyes and opening our mouths. They found each other. I had kissed my mother plenty of times, but this wasn't an affectionate peck. This was a kiss. It felt more natural that it had any right to, and we both sighed as the kiss deepened and we melted into each other, the kiss drowning out everything around us. We were no longer dancing, just standing in the middle of the dance floor, me devouring each other's mouths until we realised the song had ended and everyone was leaving the dance floor. We smiled bashfully at each other and I took her hand. "Come on, it's bed time." I said. We strolled through the park leisurely, hand in hand, not talking. We didn't need to. When we got back to the caravan, we stripped down to our underwear, and climbed into the not-quite-double bed, still remaining silent. We had intended to use separate covers, but we both got under hers. She slid in first and turned to face me as I slid in beside her. "It's too warm for pyjamas, is that okay?" she asked me. I nodded and nestled up against her. "Not too ...

... warm to snuggle are you?" I asked. "Never" she smiled. I slid my arm under her head which she rested upon and she surprised me by hooking her leg over mine. Her breasts squashed up against my chest through her bra. She shifted restlessly then unhooked her bra, sighing as the tight garment released its grip on her, though the cups stayed in place. "It's scratchy." I muttered, and she lifted slightly, and I took hold of the fabric between the cups and pulled her bra off, sliding it off her arms and tossing it on the floor. When we nestled back together her bare breasts pressed against my chest. We kept inching our heads closer together until finally our mouths were nearly touching. She parted her lips in invitation and I kissed her again. She froze in brief self-awareness then sank into the kiss. We kissed for an eternity, caressing each other's backs, and our hips instinctively pushed together, and began grinding. She eventually released the kiss and whispered "This is crazy." We looked into each other's eyes. I swallowed hard and whispered. "Perhaps we should keep behaving like a couple, even when we are alone." She fixed me a hard stare and pushed me away. Before I had chance to try make an excuse or feel hurt, she reached down and slid her panties off, tossing them onto the floor. I slid my own boxers off with trembling hands and we nervously shifted back together, my unbridled erection pressing against her thigh. We were both trembling, and her breathing grew as erratic as ...