MOM IS DANCING

MOM IS DANCINGWhen I got home late Saturday night, Mom was sitting at the kitchen table. Isaid to her “Geez, Mom I’m 25 years old now, you don’t have to wait up forme.” “I know, son,” she said. “I went to bed, but I had trouble sleeping. Icouldn’t relax”Judging from the half empty bottle of scotch in front of her, she was probablygood and relaxed now. Mom was 46 years old but still quite attractive. Shehad put on a few pounds but not much. Her ass was a little bit bigger than itused to be, but then again so were her tits. I would often catch my friendschecking her out when they thought I wasn’t looking.Mom had been divorced ever since I was a k**. She’d had a number of boyfriendsover the years. The last guy moved out about six months ago. It was thenthat I moved back home temporarily.Mom looked sexy in her Chinese silk pajamas. The fabric was thin and as shestood up her large breasts swayed, causing the material to move. “I guess I’llgo 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. Shesat back down, poured herself another drink and asked me to tell her about it. I told her that a guy I used to know was now working at Danny’s. Danny’s wasa bar for women with male dancers. He was making a couple hundred bucks anight.”Some of the girls at the bar tonight told me that I should try it too.” Isaid. “What do you think/”I was expecting her to tell me that it was a dumb idea. Instead she thoughtabout 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?”I said: “That wouldn’t bother me, Mom, the only thing I’m worried about iswhether I can dance well enough.” .At this, her face lit up and she said: “I’ve been to Danny’s and watched themdance. I can teach you how.”She went into the living room, started the CD player, and came back in thekitchen.”You mean now?” I asked laughing. “Absolutely.” she said enthusiastically. “I’ve always wanted to dance likethat 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 andgave me a big smile and said: “Thank you, honey, you’re sweet.” She wasslurring her words a bit now. “Just for that I’m going to give you a greatshow. I’ve thought a lot about how I would do it.”The song she had picked was Prince’s “Cream.” I turned my chair around to faceher as she started to dance. She was wearing her silk pajamas and as her bodyswayed I could see the outline of her big breasts as they pushed against hertop. As she bent over at the waist in front of me, I looked down the openingof her blouse and saw her tits hanging down. She quickly straightened up andlaughed, 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 bigblouse like that.” She pretended to be shocked and said, “What are you artemisbet yeni giriş suggesting, young man? I’mshowing 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 tieyour shirt instead of having it buttoned?” She seemed to like this idea and turned her back to me while she unbuttoned herpajama top and tied the ends in a knot under her breasts. When she turnedback I could see her stomach – not flat, but not big either. Just round andsoft and sexy. Tying the shirt also created more cleavage, giving me a betterview of her breasts. Best of all, her pajama bottoms were slung low on herhips and I could detect some wisps of pubic hair at the top of her bush.Mom was really getting into it now and I was responding. I was wearing jockeyshorts and my hardening cock was caught in an uncomfortable bind. Mom noticedmy problem and instead of being offended, she acted flattered. She smiled aslightly tipsy smile at me and said, “Looks like you need to make anadjustment, son.”At this I blushed, but my discomfort overcame my embarrassment and I reacheddown and straightened out my cock so that it lay against my stomach. “You’redoing great, Mom.” I said. “I can tell that you mean it” she said laughingly as she continued to stare atmy crotch.Her words made me bolder and I decided to see how far I could push things. “Ina 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.” shesaid. The song was ending and she went back in the living room and started itagain. It took her a few extra moments to come back, and when did I saw thatshe had changed out of her pajama bottoms and into some panties. They were alight cotton material and high cut at the hips. The panties were tight and Icould see the outline of her pubic mound. She looked so sexy I thought I wouldcome 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 responsebecause Mom smiled from ear to ear, then turned around and bent over, tossingher long hair back and forth to the beat. The cotton fabric strained againsther mound and I could see that her pussy lips were swollen – just like my cock.She obviously enjoyed putting on a show.When she turned around to face me, she moved in close and put her hands on myshoulders while she rolled her hips. I reached out my hands to take her aroundthe waist but at this point she moved her hips back out of reach and teasinglysaid, “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 mypocket. I reached forward and tucked it into the side of her panties. Ididn’t stick it down the front in her bush like I would with a real toplessdancer because I thought Mom might object.”I artemisbet giriş like this!” Mom laughed. “How do I get more?”When Mom had moved her hips back while keeping her hands on my shoulders, ithad caused her to bend over more at the waist. From my seat I could lookdirectly down the cleavage of her knotted blouse. Her tits were swaying backand forth. Either the friction against the silk or the sexual charge of thesituation must have gotten to her because I could clearly see her nipplessticking 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 togetherand the dollar bill now stuck out from between them.”You little devil” she said. But she continued to sway to the music and shenow moved in closer, in between my spread legs. She was standing right upagainst the front of my chair and her breasts were just above eye level. Shestarted to massage my shoulders as she danced. I put my hands around her waist and pulled her close, resting my head on herstomach just below her breasts. I could feel the weight of her tits as theyrested on top of my head.”You expect a lot for two measly dollars” she said teasingly. But she didn’tmove away, and in fact 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. Whenshe did, I said, “This really works best with a G-string, but I think I canmake the necessary adjustment.” With that I grabbed the sides of her panties and pulled them up as high as theycould go. The effect was to give Mom a wedgie in the back as the material ofher panty disappeared into the crack of her ass. She let out a moan. Pullingup her panties had also put more pressure on her pussy in front and the wayshe 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 downthe 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 aPlayboy 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 Icould see the crack between her pussy lips. I knew she was as turned on as Iwas 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 meon either side of the chair. Her breasts were right against my face and hercrotch 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 hipsagainst me. I had on a light artemisbet güvenilirmi pair of cotton pants and I could feel her crotchagainst my cock. I knew she could feel how hard I was. She was intentionallygrinding my cock into the crack between her pussy lips, especially up near thetop where her clitoris was. She was giving soft little grunts each time thatshe put her full weight against me.I started to brush my face lightly against her silk blouse, especially the partwhere her nipples stuck through. She responded by moving her upper torso backand forth to increase the friction. At this point I started to kiss hernipples through the fabric of her pajama top. She started to moan loudly, andthen 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 fromaureolas the size of half dollars. I wasted no time in sucking one into mymouth before she could come to her senses. I rolled the nipple around with mytongue. When I bit it with my lips and pulled on it, she started to thrasharound.She was no longer even making any pretense of moving with the music. We bothknew we weren’t dancing. We were engaging in sexual foreplay. The onlyquestion was how far she would let me take it.I reached down and pulled the front of her panties up. This caused thematerial to slide into the crack in her pussy. She gave out aninvoluntary.”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 thatI 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 shakeher out of her sexual frenzy and in a small, pleading voice she said “No.” Butit was more of a request than an order. I said, “Mom, we’ve both been drinking. In the morning neither of us will evenremember what happened.”This rationalization must have been sufficient to let her go ahead and do whatshe wanted, because she then reached down and helped me pull my pants andshorts down around my knees. I pulled her panties down over her hips and shelet her pajama top drop off her shoulders to the floor. My mother wascompletely naked as she straddled me and prepared to lower herself onto mycock.She went very slowly as she impaled herself on my cock. Once again she seemedto be enjoying the teasing aspect. She would get me part way in her and thenraise her self up a little before sliding down even farther. Her pussy feltwonderful – wet and warm. I had my hands on her big beautiful ass and my mouthon her tits. Finally she dropped all the way down on me and let out a gasp asmy cock went completely up inside of her. She ground her clitoris into mypubic bone and she was shuddering into orgasm just as I felt my cock explodeinside of her. We both rocked back and forth as I continued to pump hot comeinto my mother’s pussy.After a few minutes she gingerly got up off of me. Without saying a word shepicked 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 can happen again.THE END.