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Archive name: momdance.txt (MF, inc)
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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