1. The Dance


    Date: 10/30/2017, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    studying a fine paining. But it was the sight of where her nylons ended and her naked flesh began that excited him the most, but he couldn’t quite see it… yet. Slowly she pulled the helm of her dress up inch by inch while she watched his face, teasing him. Irene let herself swim in the erotic moment of it, enjoying his pleasure as she exposed herself more and more to her son. She was enjoying his pleasure as much as he was… perhaps more. At that moment her i****tuous thoughts knew no bounds, no end, no limits; just sharing selfish thoughts of pleasures of the flesh. Sammy’s eyes were glued to the inside of her thighs; his face awestruck and as thrilled as he was confused by his mother’s willingness to delight him. The beer had brought him right back to the moderate buzz he had had at the party, his inhibitions had disappeared in his mother’s smile. Her dress moved above the dark top of her old fashioned nylons. Sam could see the black, soft plastic garter and clasp… then, OH GOD… he could see the inch or so of white flesh. The darkness between her legs he thought was just a shadow, but was actually her black satin panties and if he had looked carefully he would had seen the black on black wet spot that he was responsible for. He could feel his dick get hard and then get trapped in his BVD’s. It was necessary for Sam to suck in his stomach and use his hand to straighten his cock. He could have been less obvious but he chose not to. It was exciting knowing his mom was watching ...
    him handle his dick. Now he was teasing her as she was teasing him, but perhaps without quite the awareness or maturity to understand what he was doing. His mother smiled enjoying the physical discomfort she was causing her son. Her eyes had drifted from his eyes to his hand fondling his cock inside his pants. Irene felt like offering to help him with his cock problem. ‘Damn,’ she thought, ‘it looks big inside his jeans. My how he’s grown.’ She separated her thighs a little hoping that he could see her panties. She was d***k and she knew it, but she wasn’t doing anything she hadn’t wanted to do for a long time. Sober she wouldn’t have had the courage, but now she did. She studied the fat bulge in his pants. Irene knew he was putting on a little show for her and that in itself was exciting. She wanted to feel his cock, but she couldn’t just touch him without a reason. “Let’s dance, Honey,” she suggested. “You said you haven’t danced tonight and I really didn’t enjoy any of the guys I danced with. You don’t mind dancing with your old mother do you?” Sammy didn’t know exactly what to say. He was happy staying where he was looking up his mother’s skirt, but he couldn’t very well say that, so he said instead, “That sounds like fun, Mom. Let’s do it.” Irene drained her glass. “Yes, lets. You get a couple of more drinks and I’ll find some soft dance music.” He seemed really aware of every little thing now, the sound of the ice when he dropped it in his mother’s glass; the click of ...
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