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Authors name: Anjing (anjing@aol.com)
Story title : Mom's Dirty Dancing
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Mom's Dirty Dancing (MF, inc)
by ANJING (anjing@aol.com)
***
What starts as a young man's dance lesson from his
mother moves on to sexual teasing and climaxes with
incest.
***
When I got home late Saturday night, Mom was sitting at
the kitchen table. I said to her "Geez, Mom I'm 25 years
old now, you don't have to wait up for me."
"I know, son," she said. "I went to bed, but I had
trouble sleeping. I couldn't relax"
Judging from the half empty bottle of scotch in front of
her, she was probably good and relaxed now. Mom was 46
years old but still quite attractive. She had put on a
few pounds but not much. Her ass was a little bit bigger
than it used to be, but then again so were her tits. I
would often catch my friends checking her out when they
thought I wasn't looking.
Mom had been divorced ever since I was a kid. She'd had
a number of boyfriends over the years. The last guy
moved out about six months ago. It was then that I moved
back home temporarily.
Mom looked sexy in her Chinese silk pajamas. The fabric
was thin and as she stood up her large breasts swayed,
causing the material to move. "I guess I'll go to bed
now." she said.
I had a little bit of a buzz on from the bar and it made
me feel like talking. I told her that I had come up with
an idea and that I wanted her opinion. She sat back
down, poured herself another drink and asked me to tell
her about it.
I told her that a guy I knew had started working at
Danny's. Danny's was a bar for women with male dancers.
He was making a couple hundred bucks a night.
"Some of the girls at the bar tonight told me that I
should try it too." I said. "What do you think?"
I was expecting her to tell me that it was a dumb idea.
Instead she thought about it for a minute and said,
"Well, you've certainly got the looks for it, honey, but
wouldn't it bother you taking off your clothes in front
of a crowd?"
"That wouldn't bother me, Mom, the only thing I'm
worried about is whether I can dance well enough." .
At this, her face lit up and she said: "I've been to
Danny's and watched them dance. I can teach you how."
She went into the living room, started the CD player,
and came back into the kitchen.
"You mean now?" I asked laughing.
"Absolutely." she said enthusiastically. "I've always
wanted to dance like that but I was too chicken when I
was younger, and now I'm too old.
"Mom," I said, "You're still beautiful enough to be a
dancer." She blushed and gave me a big smile and said:
"Thank you, honey, you're sweet." She was slurring her
words a bit now. "Jus' for that I'm gonna give you a
great show."
The song she had picked was Prince's "Cream." I turned
my chair around to face her as she started to dance. She
was wearing her silk pajamas and as her body swayed I
could see the outline of her big breasts as they pushed
against her top. As she bent over at the waist in front
of me, I looked down the opening of her blouse and saw
her tits hanging down. She quickly straightened up and
laughed, obviously getting a kick out of being a tease.
I said to her, "This isn't right, Ma. In a bar you
wouldn't be wearing a big blouse like that."
She pretended to be shocked and said, "What are you
suggesting, young man? I'm showing you how to dance, not
giving an anatomy lesson."
I didn't want her to stop, so I backed off a bit, "I
just mean couldn't you tie your shirt instead of having
it buttoned?"
She seemed to like this idea and turned her back to me
while she unbuttoned her pajama top and tied the ends in
a knot under her breasts. When she turned back I could
see her stomach - not flat, but not big either. Just
round and soft and sexy. Tying the shirt also created
more cleavage, giving me a better view of her breasts.
Best of all, her pajama bottoms were slung low on her
hips and I could detect some wisps of pubic hair at the
top of her bush.
Mom was really getting into her dancing now and I was
responding. I was wearing jockey shorts and my hardening
cock was caught in an uncomfortable bind. Mom noticed my
problem and instead of being offended, she acted
flattered. She smiled a slightly tipsy smile at me and
said, "Looks like you need to make an adjustment, son."
At this I blushed, but my discomfort overcame my
embarrassment and I reached down and straightened out my
cock so that it lay against my stomach. "You're doing
great, Mom." I said.
"I can tell that you mean it" she said laughingly as she
continued to stare at my crotch.
Her words made me bolder and I decided to see how far I
could push things. "In a bar you wouldn't be wearing
pants." I said.
"That's true, honey, but I don't have a G-string." she
said in a soft, sexy voice.
"Well," I said "You do have panties."
At this Mom gave my face a very light, playful slap.
"Stay right there." she said. The song was ending and
she went back in the living room and started it again.
It took her a few extra moments to come back, and when
did I saw that she had changed out of her pajama bottoms
and into some panties. They were a light cotton material
and high cut at the hips. The panties were tight and I
could see the outline of her pubic mound. She looked so
sexy I thought I would come in my pants right then.
"How's this, Mr. Critic?" she said.
"Wow!" was all I could think to say, but it must have
been the right response because Mom smiled from ear to
ear, then turned around and bent over, tossing her long
hair back and forth to the beat. The cotton fabric
strained against her mound and I could see that her
pussy lips were swollen - just like my cock. She
obviously enjoyed putting on this show.
When she turned around to face me, she moved in close
and put her hands on my shoulders while she rolled her
hips. I reached out my hands to take her around the
waist but at this point she moved her hips back out of
reach and teasingly said, "No, no, no! The customers
aren't allowed to touch the dancers."
"They are if they tip them." I said. Then I pulled a
dollar bill out of my pocket. I reached forward and
tucked it into the side of her panties. I didn't stick
it down the front in her bush like I would with a real
topless dancer because I thought Mom might object.
"I like this!" Mom laughed. "How do I get more?"
When Mom had moved her hips back while keeping her hands
on my shoulders, it had caused her to bend over more at
the waist. From my seat I could look directly down the
cleavage of her knotted blouse. Her tits were swaying
back and forth. Either the friction against the silk or
the sexual charge of the situation must have gotten to
her because I could clearly see her nipples sticking
straight out where her breasts strained against the
silk.
I took another dollar bill and creased it lengthwise.
Before Mom could object, I slid it in between her
breasts. The knotted blouse held her tits together and
the dollar bill now stuck out from between them.
"You little devil" she said. But she continued to sway
to the music and she now moved in closer, in between my
spread legs. She was standing right up against the front
of my chair and her breasts were just above eye level.
She started to massage my shoulders as she danced.
I put my hands around her waist and pulled her close,
resting my head on her stomach just below her breasts. I
could feel the weight of her tits as they rested on top
of my head.
"You expect a lot for two measly dollars" she said
teasingly. But she didn't move away. In fact she
snuggled in closer against me.
"I could give you a dancer's tail." I said.
"What's that?" she asked.
I too another dollar, creased it lengthwise and told her
to turn around. When she did, I said, "This really works
best with a G-string, but I think I can make the
necessary adjustment."
With that I grabbed the sides of her panties and pulled
them up as high as they could go. The effect was to give
Mom a wedgie in the back as the material of her panty
disappeared into the crack of her ass. She let out a
moan. Pulling up her panties had also put more pressure
on her pussy in front and the way she was clenching her
ass cheeks told me that she liked it.
I then slid the dollar sideways into the back of her
panties and pulled it down the crack in her ass so that
it stuck out on either side like a little tail.
Mom looked over her shoulder at what I had done and
said, "I look like a Playboy bunny."
"You look like the Playmate of the Year," I replied.
She turned around and said "You sure know how to sweet
talk your old mother. Is there anything else you'd like
me to do, Big Shooter?"
I looked at the front of her panties and they were so
wet and tight that I could see the crack between her
pussy lips. I knew she was as turned on as I was and
decided to take a chance. "How about a lap dance?" I
said.
"How do I do that?" she asked.
"Like this" I said gently pulling her onto my lap so
that her legs straddled me on either side of the chair.
Her breasts were right against my face and her crotch
was pressed against mine.
"What am I supposed to do now?" she asked dubiously.
"Just keep dancing." I said.
Tentatively at first, but then with increasing passion
she rolled her hips against me. I had on a light pair of
cotton pants and I could feel her crotch against my
cock. I knew she could feel how hard I was. She was
intentionally grinding my cock into the crack between
her pussy lips, especially up near the top where her
clitoris was. She was giving soft little grunts each
time that she put her full weight against me.
I started to brush my face lightly against her silk
blouse, especially the part where her nipples stuck
through. She responded by moving her upper torso back
and forth to increase the friction. At this point I
started to kiss her nipples through the fabric of her
pajama top. She started to moan loudly, and then
suddenly she moaned, "I can't stand it!" and pulled her
blouse open.
Her large beautiful tits swung free. Her thick red
nipples stuck out from aureolas the size of half
dollars. I wasted no time in sucking one into my mouth
before she could come to her senses. I rolled the nipple
around with my tongue. When I bit it with my lips and
pulled on it, she started to thrash around.
She was no longer even making any pretense of moving
with the music. We both knew we weren't dancing. We were
engaging in sexual foreplay. The only question was how
far she would let me take it.
I reached down and pulled the front of her panties up.
This caused the material to slide into the crack in her
pussy. She gave out an involuntary. "Oh, God!" as the
wet material strained taut against her clitoris. She
started to seesaw her hips backward and forward. It was
at this point that I first began to believe that my
mother might actually let me fuck her.
I reached down and cupping my hand under her pussy
lifter her up a few inches. With my other hand I pulled
down my zipper. The sound of it seemed to shake her out
of her sexual frenzy and in a small, pleading voice she
said "No." But it was more of a request than an order.
I said, "Mom, we've both been drinking. In the morning
neither of us will even remember what happened."
This rationalization must have been sufficient to let
her go ahead and do what she wanted, because she then
reached down and helped me pull my pants and shorts down
around my knees. I pulled her panties down over her hips
and she let her pajama top drop off her shoulders to the
floor. My mother was completely naked as she straddled
me and prepared to lower herself onto my cock.
She went very slowly as she impaled herself on my cock.
Once again she seemed to be enjoying the teasing aspect.
She would get me part way in her and then raise her self
up a little before sliding down even farther. Her pussy
felt wonderful - wet and warm. I had my hands on her big
beautiful ass and my mouth on her tits.
Finally she dropped all the way down on me and let out a
gasp as my cock went completely up inside her. She
ground her clitoris into my pubic bone and she was
shuddering into orgasm just as I felt my cock explode
inside of her. We both rocked back and forth as I
continued to pump hot come into my mother's pussy.
After a few minutes she gingerly got up off of me.
Without saying a word she picked up the bottle of scotch
and went into her bedroom.
She never said anything about it the next morning and,
taking my cue from her, neither did I. But I know that
if it happened once it could happen again.
THE END.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form.
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