DINNER, DANCING & DOING IT WITH MOM!

DINNER, DANCING & DOING IT WITH MOM!


DINNER AND DANCING

One night changed my life forever. I let my son make love to me. I felt so guilty I was afraid to face my husband, but strong as my guilty feelings were, I could not help my weakness for making love with my son. I am a very religious woman and what bothers me even more than the fact that the incident occurred, is the fact that I enjoyed it while it was happening and wanted more of the same. I got my wish and we are still continuing to carry on our affair, even as I write this.

My husband, is an executive. One trip, a few months ago, he was away for several days. The second night I took my son, age 15, to a restaurant. During the meal he had removed his sandals and was running his bare foot up and down my leg, I told him to stop, but he wouldn’t. He said he like the feel of panty hose. Not wishing to make a scene in public, I let him have his way. Actually, I got a little thrill out of his sneaky footsy game

The restaurant where we ate had a small dance floor, and since it was Friday there was a small band playing. I sighed that I hadn’t danced in years. My son asked me if I want to dance with him. Since his father hadn’t taking me “to trip the light fantastic” in so long, I agreed. I have always love to dance, finding it romantic and sensual. But I didn’t consider that I would transfer those feelings to my son.

The couple of glasses of wine I had must have hit me harder than usual, because when we started to dance I lost my balance for a moment and had to lean on my son for support. This made us begin to dance very close as a slow waltz was played. My son had dancing classes and now his lessons really showed. He took a firm lead and holding me closer still, glided us around the floor. I swelled with pride as my handsome son showed me his skills. He held me tightly on the turns and my breasts pressed against his chest. When that would happen he would take a deep breath and seem to enjoy the sensation. I didn’t mind, it really was very complementary.

As we moved together I felt his leg bushing against mine and even between them occasionally. This was exciting me and my clit was getting bigger and beginning to protrude from it’s sheath. Soon the movement of dancing and frontal friction made me dampen my panties! I was embarrassed, but trying not to let it be too obvious that I was getting turned on. In that position, with our legs entwined as we twirled and swayed, I felt what I was sure was my son’s stiff penis nudging against me on purpose. When that dance ended I decided that we had better go home. It a been some dance! I hadn’t gotten like that since my husband and I were still dating.

On the way home as we walked side by side, he asked me if I missed his father. I answered yes, not suspect for one moment what he was getting at. He put his arm around my waist and whispered he take care of me while Daddy was away. I then began to wonder. Was my son sensing my feeling of neglect? Was he trying to fill the emptiness? Did he have something more mind that a sexy dance? I wasn’t sure I wanted to know, but my son had made me feel loved and wanted. Only, I wondered, what he really wanted exactly! As we walked, his hand on the small of my back slipped lower down to my hips; I felt a strange desired begin to take seed.

SOAKING

Having arrived home, after a light walked, he went off to bed. I went and drew a bath. I love relaxing in the tub. As I lay there, content in the warm water, my thoughts drifted to the events of the evening. I remember the erotic feeling of my son’s foot rubbing on my leg, I recalled when we had danced close how my breasts were squeezed to his chest and how his thigh had pressed between my legs. Occasionally, at first it would slide across my mons and clit, then he had become even bolder and mashed his male member against my abdomen.

Had he known what he was doing to me? How excited and aroused it made me feel? I had gotten wet while we waltzed! His father had use the same tricks to seduce me when we were dating. The tingling returned down in my vagina. I had to admit it, I was horny, and my son was the one of brought those needs to the surface.

The water felt sensual and I decided to masturbate to relieve the desire I was feeling. My hands began to massage my breasts. They had yet to lose much of their girlish firmness. I pulled at the nipples until they were erect. They’d been stiff when we had danced too. Then my fingers slip down my trembling body to play with my throbbing clit, to bring the urgent relief I desperately needed.

I spread my legs and my fingers searched for the little pleasure bud. I pulled my labia open, exposing my nub and began to stimulate it using the slippery juices from my hot hole. I put a couple fingers in there too and let my mind wander to thoughts of what I’d seen of my son sometimes, when I caught sight of him nude after a shower or changing clothes.