9 comments/ 364663 views/ 41 favorites Dancing with Mom By: Decayed Angel The Christmas Party was a grand affair with what looked to be hundreds of guests, twenty to thirty waiters, four separate bars and two bands. It stretched throughout the country club spilling out over the pool and golf pro shop. Cars filled the parking lot and both sides of the long entrance drive to the country club. Valet's were running all over the place getting the cars parked for the late arrivers as well as returning cars for the very few who were leaving early. Mark had made arrangements to help park the cars until the initial rush was over, then he was to slip into the locker room and change into the appropriate party attire and join his family at the party. None of the other staff members at the club were afforded such privileges, but Mark's parents were Legacy Members with over twenty years of club membership so Mark was not just any employee. As busy as the valet's were, Mark was finally able to pull away around eight-thirty, much later than everyone expected so he quickly hurried into the locker room, took a shower and then changed into his formal clothing. When he finally made it into the party, he hurried over to the bar and ordered two Whiskey Sours and then headed to his parent's table located up at the front of the main dining room. By the time he made it to the table, he had finished one of the drinks and was nearly half finished with the second. Arriving at the table, he noticed that he was well behind everyone else, so he gulped the last of his second drink just before shaking his father's hand. His mom was really wasted and when he moved over to kiss her, she stood up and faced him, standing so close her breasts brushed against his chest. "You made it finally, I'm so glad my love," she said kissing him on the cheek, but then turning her head as they pulled apart, brushing her lips across his. "I was getting worried about you." "There were a lot of cars, so I couldn't get away as early as I wanted," he replied, moving around his mother to head to his chair, noticing her hand running down across his chest as he passed her. His father had waved down a waiter who brought Mark his dinner and took a drink order for two more Whiskey Sours. Mark had only recently turned twenty-one and enthusiastically embraced his family's enjoyment of social as well as some unsocial drinking. He quickly began eating the crab legs and shrimp featured on the top level menu for the party. Partygoers had a choice between several different menu choices for the evening, with a price ranging from a modest thirty dollars a person up to two hundred per person, which included an unlimited bar tab, crab legs, shrimp and lobster. Of course Mark's parents opted for the most expensive and planned to get their money's worth from just the bar tab alone. "Isn't this just a wonderful party?" his mother asked. "Yeah, I only wish Erica could have made it," Mark replied. "She's here somewhere working I'm sure," his father said, remembering the strings he pulled to get the club to hire a Hispanic girl for anything more than a maid or dishwasher's position at the club. It was something that caused quite a fight in their house. "I don't know why you worry about that slut," his mother chimed in, ready to fight the fight all over again. "Mom, she's a nice girl," Mark said, a bit agitated. "All she's after is your money, our money and I know just what she's doing to get it." "Now honey, they're both adults now, and besides, Mark isn't considering marrying her, he's just having a quick fling before heading off to grad school. Once he's there he'll find plenty of other women. Besides, he needs to learn something about sex, even the best raised women these days will appreciate a guy with some experience." Mark's two additional whiskey sours had arrived and he quickly drained both, working hard to catch up to his parents. He ate his crab legs and shrimp and was about to flag down the waiter for another couple of drinks and the lobster when he noticed his mother looking at him oddly. She stood up, paused while she steadied herself holding the back of her chair and then walked over to him. Leaning down, she moved her mouth close to his ear, letting her cheek brush against his as she asked, "Will you dance with me Mark?" "But..." he started, about to complain that all he wanted was another drink and his lobster, but when she stepped back and pulled his hand he figured he'd go ahead and get this over with. "Okay, but just one mother, I want to finish my dinner." Mark stood up and started to head for the dance floor there in the main dining area, but his mother tugged his hand leading him out of the main banquet room. He followed her out of the main building over near the pool where another band was set up on the patio there. A song was already playing so his mom quickly grabbed him and began dancing long before they got anywhere near the dance floor. Following her lead, he placed one hand on her hip and took her other hand in his. He stood back from her a bit, but she wrenched her arm around him and pulled him tight against her. As they began to move he noticed her grinding her thigh against him and the feel of it oddly caused his cock to harden some. Wondering what was happening, he played along, figuring the song would be over soon. It felt kind of good to Mark, so he continued dancing, letting her grind against his cock as they moved back into a small area of the patio surrounded by trees. The whiskey sours had dulled his senses enough so he really didn't notice that she had maneuvered them into a very private spot. It was then she began whispering into his ear. "When you were little I wanted to teach you so much," she said, as if on the verge of tears. "You did mother," he replied. "But not enough." "Mom, I could read before I went to kindergarten..." "That's not what I meant," she said, reaching her hand down and grabbing his cock. "I wanted to teach you everything, but you let that girl..." "Mom, I haven't done..." "You and her haven't had sex?" "Not all the way," he replied, feeling her hand sliding up and down on his cock now. He wanted to pull away, but something inside him stopped him. Feeling the sensation of his mother's hand he closed his eyes, enjoying the way she was jerking him off. When he opened his eyes, he noticed she had kneeled down and was opening his pants. Again, his initial reaction was to pull away, but when she grabbed his cock, his token resistance melted and he watched his cock slip between his mother's lips. His girlfriend had given him several blowjobs before, but she never felt like this. Suddenly feeling jealous of his father, he leaned his hips forward, enjoying the feel of his mother's mouth as she bobbed up and down on his cock. One of her hands moved to his balls while the other grabbed his shaft and began stroking it fast and hard. His mom wasn't slow and tentative, she was firm and resolved and obviously knew how to please a man. Erica had seemed afraid to get too intense, as if afraid she might hurt him, but his mom, oh god... his mom knew exactly what to do. Her tongue circled over his head while one hand stroked him hard as she squeezed his balls. The intense pleasure slid up and down him as his mother's mouth moved back and forth and she sucking him hard. In just moments it was too much for him and he arched his back and came, spurting his cum into his mother's mouth. She stopped stroking and eased her head back to swallow and then gently sucked him while milking the last bit of cum from his cock. When she finished he helped her stand up and then slipped his cock back into his pants as she smiled triumphantly at him. She just looked at him in silence for a few moments and then asked, "Well, has she done anything like that for you?" "Well, she's done that, but it never felt so good," he admitted. "You see, I can teach you things, things you will need to know. And I can teach you how to please a woman." "But it's not right," he said. "Neither is sex before marriage and yet everyone does it now. What is wrong with a mother teaching he son how to love?" "But..." he was silenced when his mother's lips touched his and she pushed her tongue into his mouth. They kissed for the longest time and when they finally pulled apart, he looked at her and then reached a hand to her breast. Smiling she let him touch her for a few moments and then the gently took his hand in hers pulling it away from her breast saying, "Now is not the place for anything more. We have time and we will find the place to continue soon. I promise." He followed her back to the table and sat down, waving to the waiter to have him bring the lobster. While finishing his dinner he watched his mother and father move out to the dance floor. Feeling a twinge of jealousy he finally realized just how lucky his father was. Dancing with Mom Ch. 02 Mark woke up early the next morning surprisingly feeling no ill effects from all the drinking at the Christmas Party the night before. He did drink quite a bit, but also ate a full meal and did quit drinking about an hour before leaving the party, so he had sobered up some before driving home. Wandering up to the front of the house he noticed his dad passed out on the couch. Looking out the front window, he saw his parent's car wasn't there so he guessed they took a cab home. He walked into the kitchen and grabbed a quick drink of water before heading back toward his bedroom to get dressed. Passing his parents room on the way, he noticed their bedroom door open, but when he peeked in, he didn't see his mother in bed. Wondering where she might be, he stepped into their room and only then did he hear the shower running. The bathroom door was open so he walked over to it and peeked his head inside, noticing his mother in the shower. Remembering what she told him the night before about having time to do more, he slipped into the bathroom and quietly closed and locked the door. Watching his mother behind the obscured glass on the shower, he quickly pulled off his tee shirt and jockey shorts. His cock was already hard as he moved over to the shower and opened the door. As he stepped into the shower with his mother she said, "Oh Henry, are you sure you're up..." she paused, after wiping the soap out of her eyes and said, "Mark?" "You said we could do more when we had more time," Mark said. "But your father..." "He's passed out on the couch, besides, I locked the door," he said, soaping up his hands and reaching out to her. Her back was to him so he reached around her from behind and cupped both her breasts in his soap hands. Squeezing up behind her, he slid his erection against her ass, moving it up and down her soft skin. She turned to him then and he let the water rinse off his hands and her breasts. Mark then leaned forward moving his mouth to her left breast as his hands dropped down to her ass. He kneaded her ass as he sucked on her nipples, first the left one, and then the right. Arching her back, she pushed her breasts out to him as she reached her hand to his head. He felt her push his head downward, so he kissed and licked her wet skin down her breasts, over her stomach, through the dense patch of pubic hair and onto her pussy lips. Turning his head downward and pushing his nose against her so he could breathe without choking on the water from the shower, he shoved his tongue into her pussy, tasting the tart, earthy flavor of his mother's cunt. He slid his tongue up her slit and then let it circle around her clit. Thankfully Mark's mother turned the water down and moved so almost all of it ran down her back, allowing him to lick and suck her clit, without drowning in the water. Wanting to taste her more, he alternated between her clit and her cunt, running his tongue over her tiny nub and then sliding it down to her wet, flavorful opening. Mark could feel his mother begin moving her hips back and forth as she ground herself against his face. Noticing she moved a bit faster and moaned more as he licked and sucked on her clit, he would concentrate there, but still couldn't resist plunging his tongue into her wet hole to get another taste. Finally, as she got more and more vigorous thrusting her pussy against his face, Mark kept sucking on her clit as he pushed a finger into her pussy. Feeling both his mother's hands on his head, he shoved a second and then a third finger into her pussy as he flicked his tongue quickly over her clit. Suddenly she pushed herself against him, pulling him tight to her pussy and holding him there as her whole body seemed to convulse. Mark could feel her pussy surging, contracting over his fingers again and again. He pulled his head back to move his mouth off her clit and then remained motionless as her pussy pulsed and pulsed on his fingers. Taking in all the sights and sounds of her orgasm, Mark let himself enjoy it all since it was the first time he made his mother come. As she calmed a bit, Mark stood up and leaned forward, pushing his cock over her pussy lips. Stepping back a bit his mother said, "Wait, your father may be up." "But I want..." "Shhh," she said, turning off the water and then stepping out of the shower. "Let me go check on your father. You dry off and we'll see if we can't help you out some." Mark watched her wrap a towel around her wet body and walk out of the bathroom. He quickly dried himself waiting for her to return. Dancing with Mom Ch. 03 Mark had stepped out of the shower and dried himself off as he waited quietly for his mother to return. From the looks of his father, he most likely was still passed out on the couch and hopefully his mother would return to the bathroom and they could continue what she had started the night before at the Christmas Party. Remembering how good she made his cock feel as she sucked it like he had never had it sucked before, he felt his cock begin to throb. Yeah, he had received blow jobs from two of his girlfriends, but they really were no where near as good as his mom was and besides, they either moved their mouths when he came or else spit out his cum into the sink. It was so incredible to see him mom, swallow every drop of his sperm and then kiss him hard on the lips. Listening for his mother to return, he licked his lips, tasting a bit of his mother's juices still on his mouth. Savoring her taste, her reached down and gently began stroking his cock, wanting to be ready for her when she returned. Looking over the bathroom, he wasn't sure what they could do in the cramped space, maybe they could move out into the bedroom. He was still pondering the possibilities when she opened the bathroom door and then locked it behind her. Without hesitating, she walked over to him and drew him to her, kissing him on the lips, pushing her tongue between his lips and into his mouth. Reaching down, she grabbed his cock and rubbed it up between her pussy lips, getting the head of it wet as it slipped over the opening to her cunt. Holding his cock, she backed up and then turned toward the sink. Resting her elbows on the counter top, she bent over, spread her legs out wide and leaned her ass back to him. As Mark moved closer, he could feel her hand on his cock as she pulled him toward her, guiding him into her pussy as he moved to her. Leaning his hips forward, he felt his cock ease into his mother's cunt. She felt so soft, so warm and wet as he slipped inch by inch into her. Slowly withdrawing, be then pushed into her again, feeling her caress every bit of his cock with the walls of her pussy. He pulled out again and then shoved harder, feeling his balls bounce off of her. Picking up speed he grabbed her hips as he rammed his cock deeper and deeper into her, watching her ass jiggle as their bodies slapped together. Mark continued shoving his cock in and out of his mother, feeling the sensation of her envelope him, feeling her wetness slide over him, feeling her warmth draw him in. After a few minutes he couldn't hold off any more and arching his back he came, spurting his cum into his mother's pussy in spurt after spurt. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he held her tight, keeping himself pushed tight against her ass, trying to keep his cock inside her as it slowly shrank. In a few moments his cock slipped out of his mother and she immediately stood up and grabbed her towel again. Mark watched her slip out of the bathroom to go check on his father again. He grabbed his underwear and slipped it back on and then went over to the bathroom door. Peeking into his parents bedroom, he saw it was empty so he slipped into their room and headed toward the door. Peeking into the hallway, he saw that his dad had finally awakened. As Mark watched, he noticed his mother was now on the couch, leaned back with her legs spread wide open. His father was slowly kissing her on her thighs, moving his head closer and closer to her pussy. Mesmerized by the sight, Mark didn't move, simply watching as his father, moved his mouth onto his mother's pussy and began eating her. He could hear his father remark, "You're so wet," to his mother, as he continued lapping up her juices along with Mark's cum. Finally regaining his composure, Mark slowly crept out of his parent's bedroom and backed down the hall, watching his father bring mom closer and closer to orgasm. Just as Mark slipped into his room he heard his mother moan, just like she had for him when she came. Climbing into his bed, he noticed his cock was hard once again. He began stroking it, listening to the sounds as Mark's father was now beginning to fuck Mark's mother. Dancing With My Daugther NOTE: ALL PARTICIPANTS IN THIS STORY ARE OF LEGAL AGE TO CONSENT TO SEX. THEREFORE, SPECIFIC AGES ARE OMITTED. I would like to take this opportunity to thank the band that played at the club the other night. At the club, it was the band's music that led me to make love to a beautiful young lady. Last week, my teenage daughter, Kelly, informed me that her best friend wouldn't be able to make some concert. Kelly was disappointed because she couldn't find anyone else to go to the concert with her, and was considering not going at all. Not wanting to see Kelly bummed, I offered to go with her, even though I had no idea who the band was and where this club was. Besides, it would allow me to keep an eye on Kelly to make sure that no guy would put the moves on her. When I told Kelly I wanted to go with her, I was expecting her to say that she'd rather not go to a concert than be seen at a club with her dad. Kelly and I have always been close. Her mom died before she was old enough to know her, and Kelly was our first and only child. We loved and supported each other--I made sure Kelly was treated like the princess that she is, and Kelly was a good girl who never gave me any real problems. That was more of a help than anything she could have done; a very good girl is much easier to raise (widowed or not) than one who goes out of her way to make trouble. Kelly's face brightened up immediately when I offered to go with her. "You'd really go with me, Daddy?" "Of course I would, Sunshine," I replied. "Thanks Daddy! You're the best!" With that, she threw her arms around my neck, got on her tippy-toes, and kissed me on the cheek. She had never done that before, so I noticed. Any guy would notice when a beautiful young girl kisses him, even if it's his own daughter. It wasn't a "I'm going to get some action" type of notice; it caught my attention merely because it had not happened before. It was another example of how she was growing out of her shell a little bit. She had always been a little on the shy side, not confident enough to talk to guys yet and not outgoing enough to make too many girlfriends. She was even a little quiet with me, even though we both knew that our love for each other was infinite. But now she was confident enough to kiss me on the cheek, and I saw that as a sign that she was growing up. The rest of the week leading up to the concert passed by without anything exciting, although Kelly informed me every day of how exciting it was for her to see this band. Kelly always had a liveliness to her. I did my best to be a father and mother for her, but my dad was also a single parent and I knew he had a hard time at it, too. Despite not having a mother, Kelly had a positive predisposition. She was always upbeat, never getting too positive or negative about events in her life. If she had to go to this concert alone, she would obviously be a little sad, but it wouldn't have affected her mood too much. Again, I just didn't want her to be alone in that environment. So the night of the concert came. I left work a little early to take Kelly out to dinner before the concert. When I got home, Kelly was already dressed. She knew I wouldn't let her wear anything too revealing, so she had put on jeans and a moderately low-cut tank top that I had allowed her to wear before. At dinner (Ruby Tuesday's), Kelly told me all about the band and repeated a couple hundred times how excited she was to see them. I told her that she'd better not hyperventilate when the band took the stage, and she just laughed her precious schoolgirl laugh. We got into the club during the middle of the act of the band that opened for the main show. Kelly wasn't too interested in this band so it wasn't a concern of hers to see them, anyways. The show was sold out which meant standing room only. We ended up to the left of the stage against a wall, with her standing directly in front of me. She was a little shorter than I am, so I could stand behind her and see over her without any problem. Between bands, Kelly was about to jump out of her skin with excitement. Picture video clips of teenage girls falling all over themselves when they saw Elvis in person, and this was how my daughter was acting. Because the crowd was so large, her body was leaning into mine. It was at this point that I began thinking of my daughter, my Sunshine, a little differently. Imagine an under-sexed man in his mid to late 30's standing directly behind a beautiful teenage schoolgirl in jeans and a tank top who was gyrating like a maniac into his body. I was getting incredibly turned on. In an effort to get her to settle down a little bit, I put my hands on the sides of her waist, but nothing was going to get her to stop. Without removing my hands, I examined my daughter from behind. The smell of her perfume was intoxicating. Her golden brown hair, coming down to her the middle of her back, was the kind you'd like to run your fingers through after you make love to the woman who poses it. Her skin was so soft to the touch. Her breasts, while not especially large, were very nicely shaped. And while I couldn't see her ass, I could sure feel it rubbing into my crotch. Fortunately, she was too excited about that the band was on stage that she didn't notice how hard I was. However, once she stopped gyrating so much, she noticed that my hands were still on her waist. It seemed that I noticed the same time she did; when I started to let go of her, she instead grabbed my hands and pulled them all the way around her. I now had my arms around the waist of a beautiful schoolgirl who was way too excited about a rock band. She surely felt my hard-on, which made it more surprising that she wanted me to hold her more tightly. She simply looked back at me, with a smile that wasn't seductive at all but still extremely sexy, and squeezed my hands with hers. So we stood like this for a while. When they played her favorite song, she was jumping up and down again. I felt like I was about to cum right then and there, but I was able to hold it down--barely. The song didn't last long, which answered my impassioned prayers to God. However, right after that song, the band played its famous (so Kelly said) slow-song. Kelly grabbed my hands again and started swaying back and forth, guiding me to dance with her. This lasted the whole song, and to my surprise continued even after the song stopped. Kelly would not let go of me and would not stop swaying. I couldn't resist it anymore. I cursed myself for doing this, but I whispered into her ear how beautiful she looked. She turned around all the way to face me and kissed me on the cheek again. This time I kissed her back, once on the cheek and once on her forehead. She turned around again because her other favorite song--another fast one--started playing. She refused to let me let go of her, continuing the act of jumping up and down uncontrollably. When she settled down a little bit, I started kissing her on the neck and shoulders. She was so lost in the moment from the music that she was actually having an orgasm! I could hear her above the music, yelling in pure ecstasy. Upon hearing this, I turned her around to face me again. The look on her face was incredible--the look of a beautiful woman as she is on the verge of cumming. I pulled her towards me and our lips locked, causing her to yell right into my mouth. I held her into me and held the kiss for a good minute, allowing her time to come down from her orgasm. When she came to her senses, she smiled at me in amazement. I smiled back. She grabbed my arm and led me to the back of the dance floor where there were some seats. We proceeded to make out for the rest of the concert. All the while, she was moaning her sweet little schoolgirl moan. I didn't get too frisky with her, as we were in public. IN PUBLIC!!! I realized that we might be seen by someone she knows. Not wanting her to be caught in such a situation (I knew there wouldn't be anyone I knew there, so that did not bother me), I told her it was time to go. She looked at me, still with such a look of amazement, and agreed. So we went back to the car and were able to keep our hands off each other long enough to get home safely. However, once we were home, I picked her up and carried her to my bed. She told me to get the CD that was in her stereo; it was the CD of the band we just had seen tonight. So I put it in my CD player (on repeat), and we made love four times that night--in two hours. I was so horny from the years of not dating (and lack of jacking off) that I had no problem cumming so often in that short time. After the fourth time I came (she had multiple orgasms herself), she collapsed on top of me and we fell asleep. We woke up together the next day, and it was not awkward at all. We looked at each other and simply made love the rest of the day. That was a week ago. I don't think I've had as much sex in my life leading up to the last week as I have had just this last week. When my daughter graduates from high school, we are going to move away to a new place and get married. She has slept in my bed every night. I never thought I could love someone as much as I love Kelly. She feels the same way. I love you, Kelly. Dancing with Myself The music pumped through her body as she watched the performance. The lead singer sung his hips and held the microphone with care and passion. "To be that microphone," she sighed to herself. Her long brown hair hung down her back and moved to the beat of her hips. The small skirt she wore covered little and less when she danced. Maria had not a care in the world at that moment. The singer has just locked eyes with her. He smiled and then screamed the next line of the song into the mic, sending thrills up and down her spine. It's her favorite song. She sung the lyrics and threw her arms in the air to emphasize her dance. There were so many people crowded around her, people pushing and jumping, screaming and dancing. But she didn't care. She closed her eyes and felt the thump-thump-thump of the drums in her chest. It felt so good; she felt it through her whole body and sighed at the feeling. With her favorite song playing in the background she brought her hands to chest and felt her heart racing. It was beating so fast it might burst through her body and land on stage. That would be more memorable than a pair of panties. Maria moved her body and caressed her chest, letting the moment of pleasure give her more. She wanted to experience everything. She imagined the lead singer picking her out of the crowd. He would point to her and the crowd would part to let her through to the stage. He would take her in his strong arms and kiss her gingerly on the lips, tasting of sweat and work and man. He was all man. Maria's hand disappeared under her skirt and found herself drenched and hot. Her skin felt scorched to the touch and her hand pressed onto the fabric covering the fire. The beat of the music set her pace as she rubbed her clitoris through the cloth, her other hand raised high in the air as she screamed for the next song to begin. She slipped her fingers under her panties as the intro kicked in, beginning a new song. This song is also her favorite. They are all her favorite. Her thumb pressed onto her bare clitoris and made her legs shake, taking her off balance a moment. She rested her forehead on the man in front of her and when he turned to see if she was ok, she just smiled and said, "Sorry." He smiled back, oblivious. Her hand moved faster as the tempo changed and the throbbing of the speakers brought a throbbing to her body. She drove herself higher and higher and screamed with the crowd as they ended the song and said their thank yous. She threw her head back and bit her bottom lip, almost collapsing onto the man in front of her again. She smiled at the band and watched them walk off stage. The experience was a beautiful musical memory. It could never have been better. Then she saw the band walk back on. "OK, you want more??" Maria smiled. Encore? Dancing with Myself It was opening night after Hurricane Katrina at Laura's favorite dance club. The rhythms of the French quarter took control of her hips. She sauntered around the nearly empty dance floor not caring who was watching; it was her coming out party. She'd finally broken away from the emotional ties that bound her for as long as she could remember. Earlier in the day, she went to her salon to change her hair color from red to blonde. While there, she also got a manicure, pedicure, and a make-up application. She looked stunning. Her hair was done in a punk style, make-up was perfect, nails were blood red, and she wore her favorite knee high boots under a silky dress that highlighted her curves and her ample breasts. A large eye-catching pendant designed to draw attention to her sexy cleavage completed her outfit. She was feeling sensual and committed to not allowing anyone to rain on her parade. With hands above her head, she submitted to the beat of the music. She relished the feel of her breasts swaying to her movements. The men at the club were obviously lusting after her. The moisture between her legs intermingled with the sweat from her movements. Her nipples peaked out at the crowd as she danced the night away with her girlfriends. Her journey to this moment in time was long and difficult. At 51 years of age, she refused to be stuck looking back on a mistake of a first marriage, and 27 years of a secure but passionless relationship with her current husband. She was committed to only looking forward. Catholic guilt kept her trapped in a marriage that diminished her self esteem and left her feeling like she was a "problem wife." Hurricane Katrina, on the other hand, fundamentally changed her view on herself, her marriage and indeed the rest of her life. In the midst of recreating her life after the storm, she realized time was growing short and one never knew about the future. Laura and her family managed to get out of the 9th ward in time to secure their safety but their home was destroyed. She and her husband had only the few personal possessions they could carry as they made their way north to safety. They were numb upon returning to New Orleans to survey the devastation. She lost irreplaceable photographs; treasured remembrances from her children's youth, and even her favorite deluxe vibrator with the clitoral stimulator. She kept it hidden from her husband and was not able to retrieve it in time. Months after the storm, she was sitting at her computer, chatting with her new Internet friend. She tried explaining all she had been through. She loved chatting with her new friend, and typed furiously as she recounted her last night before Katrina hit. She explained, "As the storm warnings intensified, I realized my life would be fundamentally different after this experience. I grew tired of living a passionless life. Sure, I had my career and a loving family, but I needed more. "I married young the first time; seduced into a marriage with a man who managed to convince me that we completed each other. In retrospect, he had no idea what he was in for in when he committed to a life with me. You see, I have always been a very lively girl; bringing passion to everything I involved myself with. Being a good catholic, sex before marriage was out of the question. I was a 21-year-old virgin when my first husband and I went off on our honeymoon. Now, this ain't to say I was a prude. On the contrary, I had, and still have, a wild imagination and a powerful sex drive. "By the time we arrived at our hotel, I was jumping out of my skin at the thought of making love for the first time. I couldn't wait for the feel of his penis inside me. I fooled around a little in high school, letting boys feel me up and such, but no penis every touched my sweet little pussy! It was purring and ready to pounce! "I really don't know exactly what happened, but frankly, I went wild that night. I laugh about it now, telling my friends that I "went Cajun" on him. The poor little fella never knew what hit him. I attacked him when we walked through the door, ripping his clothes off and practically mauling him. "He managed to calm down enough to get an erection. It's like I snapped! The sight of an erect penis drove me wild. I panted like an animal as I pushed him down on the bed, straddled him and plunged his cock inside me. To tell the truth, my dear, I fucked the shit out of him. I bounced up and down on his cock until he prematurely ejaculated. I remember screaming so fucking loud that I scared him. I called out for him to "fuck me...Oh yes...give it to me fucker!" It was short but pretty intense. "After he came, I played with his little ding-dong some more, put it in my mouth, and basically did everything I could to get the fucker hard again. It was a no-go; he remained limp and freaked out." "So what did you do?" Dave, her internet friend asked. "Well sweetie, I just left him be and went to the bathroom to pee. When I came out, he was curled in a ball like a little baby. He stayed away from me all the next day and didn't say a word. Being young and somewhat impulsive, I told him this was a big mistake and called my mom to come get me. On the drive home, I explained a bit about what happened and she supported my decision to annul the marriage. I was clearly too much woman for him to handle!" "Wow, I'm sorry to hear that babe," Dave empathically typed. Laura went on to explain the story of her life over the computer to a man she was very excited by but had never met. He typed all the right things to her and always left her wet and wanting after their chats. She typed, "I met John, my husband, a few months later at a family function. I was immediately taken by his kindness and steadfastness. He worked hard in his contracting business, made a good living and in short order offered the stable life I'd been craving. I needed stability as I was pretty wild back then. I think he always assumed I would outgrow my free-spirited nature. "I love the adventure involved in sexuality, always have. Early in my marriage to John, I looked for new and interesting things to do sexually, repeatedly offering him new places to fuck. John rejected my offers for sex in the car, in the park at night, in the garage, in the shower, on the deck under the moonlight, in his office, and pretty much anywhere except the bedroom. Hell, one time when we were at mass, I offered to fuck him in the confessional! He rejected all of my offers. Over time, he managed to convince me that I was oversexed and just plain weird. "One night, for example, I decided to surprise him. He arrived home from work to a note on the door instructing him to come downstairs to the bedroom. On the bed was another note, explaining that he needed to take his clothes off, and check the family room for further instructions. In the family room, he found a bottle of body oil and a note pleading with him to oil his muscular body and head for the dining room. On the dining room table was a Scotch on the rocks, with a note asking him to enjoy his after work beverage and when he was done, check the spare bedroom for further instructions. On the computer screen in the spare bedroom was a note instructing him to click on the desktop icon in the upper right hand corner. That's where I placed a nude photo of myself, spreading my pussy for him. With my lipstick, I wrote a note across my boobs, telling him to come into the master bath. "I waited patiently that evening in a wonderfully warm, candlelit bath. My body seemed to glow in the warmth of the candle light. I lay naked and horny as a toad. My world collapsed that night. He walked in completely dressed, wondered what I was doing and told me I needed professional help. I cried for days and buried my sexuality for years after. Between the experience with my first husband, and now John's rejection of my sexuality, I got the message that maybe the men in my life were right. I was oversexed, or worse, had a deep seeded problem. "Over the next twenty years, I ignored my lust for big juicy cock and simply became a passive receptacle for my husband's penis. John was extremely unimaginative in bed. He had a thing against oral sex, and liked to get the act over with quick. Every drop of semen he deposited into me was like acid pouring into my soul. In time, I grew to hate him. "Fortunately, I was not, and still am not shy about masturbating. In many ways, masturbation kept me sane over the years. What I found really sad is that he had no idea what a hottie he had on his hands, for I am a natural born squirter!" "Shut up!" Dave, her internet friend typed excitedly. He was curious about her ability to squirt her juices and asked her to elaborate. Laura explained, "I discovered that about myself in my early 30's. One morning, while pleasuring myself before work, I thought it might be fun to get a little wild and crazy. I went to the kitchen and searched for anything penis shaped to put inside of me while I fingered myself. Looking in the refrigerator, I saw the yellow squash I purchased only the day before at the market. I thought it would make for a good time. I warmed it up with my hands, and when it was room temperature, inserted it into my wet puss. It hurt a little at first, but once I was excited, it felt really good. My pussy took it all and while it was deep inside me, I fingered myself furiously. Suddenly, I felt the most intense orgasm I'd ever experienced coming on. It was a very different sensation. There was a tremendous pressure deep in my body. As I was about to cum, I pulled the squash out of my vagina and with it came a flood of fluid. It literally flew into the air like a fountain. I lay there confused at what just happened and unable to move." "OMG!" Dave typed back to her. "I just had an image of you squirting your juices over the edge of a bridge or something like that!" Dave lustfully typed "Funny you should mention that...," Laura typed. "Three years ago during Marti Gras, my girlfriends and I rented a room with a balcony overlooking Saint Charles Street. At around one in the morning, the girls decided to go down to the street to party. Jenna, a good friend of mine, and I were not feeling up to leaving the room, so we stayed behind. We were drinking, and I uncharacteristically told her that I was horny as hell. She's kind of a saucy gal herself and suggested that we go out to the balcony to flash our tits for the crowd. I was up for it, and off we went. "Jenna is rather small up top, barely a 32b cup. As you know from my pics, these days I proudly display my 44 D's at every opportunity I get. We gave the young drunk guys on the street a good show that night. I had a little too much to drink and the crowd was in frenzy. They were screaming for me to flash my pussy. I asked Jenna if she would be offended if I gave the boys a good show. She smiled and dared me. That was all it took. "I was wearing a skirt that night, and lifted it so I could finger myself for the wanting crowd. I was also extremely turned on! I propped my leg up on a balcony chair and started fingering myself. As I was going at it, Jenna came up behind me, pulled my blouse over my head and grabbed my tits to the delight of the crowd below. In seconds, I felt that now familiar pressure mounting and came with a fury. With Jenna squeezing the crap out of my tits, I squirted a huge stream of pussy juice through the railing and onto the horny buggers down below. They howled in delight! "The fucking cops came knocking at the door a short time later and told us that we could be arrested for such a display. One cop, the older of the two, explained that he had never seen a woman shoot like that and in honor of my talents, he was going to let me off with a warning. He winked at me, gazed at my tits, licked his lips, saluted me and they went on their way." "Wow, that is an amazing story babe!" typed Dave. "Well anyway, like I was saying earlier, the night before the storm, I decided the time had come to take my husband to task. Knowing that life would change dramatically after the storm was over, I figured the time had come for me to lay my cards on the table with John. I had grown tired of squashing my passion for sex and indeed for life. If my life was going to change with Katrina, then everything about it was going to change, including my sex life. "Two days before we were scheduled to evacuate, I unleashed my sexuality on his ass with a fury. We were a little freaked out about what was about to happen with the storm coming, and curled under our covers holding each other. He stroked my arm; his usual way of signaling me that he wanted to fuck. At first, I complied quietly, lying on my back and letting him go through the usual routine. Literally within seconds he was inside of me. Instead of lying passively, I grabbed my legs and spread them as wide as I could. Trust me; it was quite a feat for a 50 year old woman! I grabbed my ankles and begged, "Come on baby, give it to me, I'm hungry for your big fat cock...you like my wet pussy don't you? Come on and fuck the shit out of me." "He was taken aback and stopped thrusting his cock into me, asking what my problem was. I told him that I was very fucking horny and wanted him to fuck me like the little tramp that I am. He asked if I had overdosed on my medication or something, but I persisted. I told him that I have always been a horny bitch and what I really needed was a good spanking. He just lay there frozen, with a concerned look in his eye. I begged him to spank my ass. He refused, and threatened to schedule an appointment with a psychiatrist first thing in the morning. I told him that if he did, I would strip in the psychiatrist's office and invite the fucker to lick my big fat ass! He just looked at me like I had gone insane. "I proudly displayed my ass to John and slapped my cheeks, daring him to spank me. John just sat there in shock. Since he wouldn't spank me, I offered to suck his dick. That is something that he rarely allowed me to do. I think he thinks it's dirty, but really, we've never discussed it. Anyway, I got on my knees on the side of the bed, put my hands behind my back and begged him to stick it inside of my mouth." "Holy shit!" Dave typed. "What happened next?" "Well...," Laura explained. "I knelt there begging his lame ass to stick his cock inside my mouth but he refused. It was more than he could handle, and frankly I was getting pissed. I finally got off my knees and told him that I wanted him so see what he'd been missing all these years. He wondered what the fuck I was talking about, so I told him to sit tight while I showed him something. I got back on the bed, assumed my favorite position and started playing with myself. He was in shock. Apparently not knowing what to say, he said nothing while I went at it. He just looked at me while I plunged three fingers deep into my wet pussy. I was fingering myself furiously. After a while, I felt the familiar tension building. I screamed out to him, telling him, "you ass, this is what you have been missing out on all these years...mmm...I'm a freak...a fucking whore...watch this." What followed was the biggest, most intense squirting orgasm I've had in years. My juices flew into the air in two strong bursts. I could hear the squishing sound as the fluids erupted. "When I was done, John was speechless. He did manage to ask if I had just peed myself. I told him that he was a stupid fuck and that he was not going to make me feel like a freak any longer. He left the room, apparently confused. I pulled the covers over my head, prayed to god to give me strength, and went to sleep. My secret was out of the bag and there was no turning back. "The next morning, I woke up to his snoring along side of me. I woke him up and told him that we needed to get the fuck out of town. We furiously packed what we could fit into the car and headed north. I was pissed that I had to leave my favorite vibrator in its hiding place and secretly prayed that it would survive the storm. We never spoke of the last night in our home. But, I knew that there was no turning back for me." "Dang baby, that's amazing," Dave typed. Laura concluded the chat session, "Yes it is, but you know baby, I feel better than I have in years. I now go out dancing on a regular basis. I no longer feel like a freak. John still occasionally fucks me, but really, I don't care one way or another. I have you to share my thoughts with, and my fingers to bring me pleasure. John is John. I know he doesn't understand me, but I can't leave him. After all, I am a good catholic girl." Dave typed, 'I love you babe." Laura typed, "I cyber-love you too." Dancing With Myself Mary scarcely recognized the woman in the mirror. It wasn't the first time she'd felt that way over the past year; but this time, it was more than just the weight loss that made her stare at her own reflection with a bit of confusion. The woman in the mirror looked confident, sensual and attractive. Powerful, even. To a perennial wallflower like Mary, it was as if she'd accidentally walked in front of a doorway instead of a full-length mirror. The costume did most of the work, really. The way the gauzy cloth wrapped around her, so thin in places that it was practically transparent, while in others layered and wound around her body until it obscured...Mary stared intently at her own crotch, trying to make absolutely sure that it did obscure what it was supposed to. She tried to hide a smile, knowing that the men in the audience would be doing exactly the same thing, but with entirely different motives. That was if she danced at all tomorrow night. Mary still wasn't sure if she was going through with it. Her friends insisted that this would be the perfect chance to show off her newly-svelte body and all the dancing that had firmed up her muscles; but deep down, Mary felt like she was the kind of person who'd be more comfortable staring up from the darkness of the audience in rapt adoration at the dancer. (This year, she thought, lose ninety-five pounds. Next year, come out of the closet. After that, maybe she'd try climbing Everest.) But she'd practiced the routine. She'd gone out and bought the costume, hunting around for hours in little out of the way shops and picking up second-hand jewelry and third-hand clothing and first-hand experience in haggling with little old ladies. Looking in the mirror, it all seemed to have paid off. Mary tucked a stray strand of dirty blonde hair behind her tiara, admiring the way the ruby in the middle seemed to glow as it caught the light. (Alright, the chunk of polished glass seemed to glow as it caught the light. Rubies didn't go for twenty bucks, no matter what that woman in the pawnshop tried to tell her.) Now the only question was, would she dance? Tonight, at least, the answer was yes. An audience of one didn't seem too threatening, especially not when the girl in the mirror would be dancing right along with her. Mary relaxed into the stance that now seemed to be second nature, letting her knees bend slightly and her arms hang loosely from her shoulders. "Show respect to the Goddess," she whispered as she stretched out, getting her muscles loose. At first, Mary hadn't been totally at ease with some of the philosophy Madam Raisa had brought to the class. She'd just wanted to dance, not to become comfortable with her inner connection to her primal femininity. But even though Mary still thought it felt kind of, well...New Age-y, she had to admit that it helped her get into the dance to think of herself as connected to something larger, more powerful. Thinking of her body as an extension of a goddess helped soothe those stage jitters, just a bit. (But the very fact that she got stage jitters even when dancing alone in front of a mirror made her worry about trying to do a recital tomorrow.) After a few moments of loosening her arms, shoulders, hips and legs, Mary pressed play on the CD player. After a moment, slow, melodic flute music started to play, and Mary began to dance. She started simply, swaying her hips from side to side in tune with the music. With each sway, the belt of coins she wore around her waist jingled in an accompaniment to the flute. Mary remembered her first few lessons, how she'd lurched awkwardly on stiff knees. "You must be like water," Madam Raisa had said. "Your body must be fluid, you must flow from one motion to another. Supple as a willow, not solid as an oak." She'd definitely improved since then, Mary decided as she watched herself dance in the mirror. Her whole body seemed to revel in the sensuous motions, her hands fluttering like doves as she swayed her hips in a figure-eight motion. The feeling of watching a stranger returned, stronger than ever. Mary had never really enjoyed looking at herself in the mirror before. She'd always spent the time detailing her own imperfections, but now...she was getting aroused, she realized. She was watching this strange, exotic woman she barely even recognized as herself dance a passionate, erotic dance and it was turning her on. Somehow, that just seemed to inspire her to dance with even more energy. She began to sway her arms up and down like they were snakes, moving her head from side to side in a hypnotic rhythm. She felt almost like she was mesmerizing herself...no. That wasn't it. She felt like the woman in the mirror was mesmerizing her. The gem at the center of the tiara sparkled brightly as she shifted her head, almost dazzling in its brightness, and Mary felt like her eyes were being drawn into it. She used that as her point of focus as she performed a spin, but she must have done something slightly wrong because instead of the focus reducing her dizziness, she felt slightly giddy as she returned to face the mirror again. It didn't show in her dancing, though. In fact, Mary felt like she'd never danced this well before. She began to shimmy, her hips vibrating from side to side as she brought her knees up and down, and now Mary was sure she was dancing better than she'd ever danced before. She'd never been able to make the move look this fluid, this effortless; but as she stared at herself in the mirror, Mary saw everything that Madam Raisa had been trying to teach her, all expressed in the body of the other Mary who danced in unison with her. The coins serenaded her with their jangling tune as she shimmied her hips in time with the music. Mary brought her hands together in front of her, then slowly pulled them apart while rolling her chest in slow, undulating waves. The motion seemed to accentuate her ample breasts (that was one place she'd been happy not to lose too much weight) in a way that made Mary's mouth water. Was it vain to get this turned on looking in the mirror? Perhaps it would be if Mary could shake the feeling that she was looking at someone else. The music swelled as Mary danced, immersing herself fully in the rhythm, losing herself as she watched the other Mary dance in front of her. The mirror-Mary seemed somehow powerful, imperious and yet seductive, and Mary imagined herself being commanded to dance. Or maybe...she pictured the other Mary's dance mesmerizing her, entrancing her, so that she wasn't dancing so much as mirroring the hypnotic motions of the other Mary. She imagined mindlessly following the sway and bump of the hips, so perfectly held and captivated by this other woman that she was helpless to resist the rapport that made her dance in perfect unison with the hypnotic woman in the mirror. Mary spun again, and it seemed almost like the woman in the mirror began to turn even before Mary did. She wasn't sure; the music and the dazzling, distracting brightness of the gem conspired with the endorphin rush of physical exertion to make her doubt her own senses, just a little. The illusion of standing in front of a doorway felt so real that Mary had a hard time denying it anymore. She blinked slowly, languorously as she danced, and she wasn't sure if the Mary in the mirror closed her eyes when she did. She fluttered her hands up and down the length of her body like they were butterflies, and the motion only sent her deeper into this strange, erotic reverie she couldn't seem to shake. She felt a slow, dreamy smile spread across her face, but she must have imagined it because the Mary in the mirror just gave her a smoldering come-hither look that made her pussy suddenly flare up in sexual heat. The more she fluttered her hands, now, the more confused she became. She'd grown so fixated on idea of the mirror-image as a different woman that she kept watching those hands, trying to figure out whether they were actually moving in unison with her own or if they were moving to a slightly different rhythm. But the motion of the hands was so hypnotic and distracting, and it was so hard to keep her eyes on her own hands and the mirror-girl's hands and dance all at the same time. Trying to take it all in just made her feel dizzy, and eventually she just let the worries go and danced. She didn't care anymore; she just wanted to dance and watch the other girl dance along with her. She gave her all to the dance now, feeling as though she was performing a devotion to this wonderful erotic goddess that stood before her, and the woman in the mirror matched her passion in her own dance. Mary's whole body swayed and sank lower, slowly lowering herself to her knees as she framed her head with her hands and undulated her hips and chest. She was panting now, unsure whether it was exertion or lust that was making her breathe so heavily; and somehow as she watched the other Mary sink to her knees she found herself wanting to beg the other girl to rise, to tell her that a woman so commanding should never kneel. It felt glorious, not terrible, when Mary watched the girl in the mirror get back to her feet. It felt so right, so perfect to be on her knees before her, still swaying slowly in time to the music as the mirror-girl's dance increased its tempo. The gem burned with an inner fire, drawing Mary's eyes like a magnet as the seductive motion of the dance burned its way into Mary's mind, and she couldn't help herself. Her hands pressed up against the layers of thin silk, finding her clit as though the cloth didn't even exist. She felt her juices soak through the sheer fabric, and the thought that she was pleasing the mirror-girl made her motions hotter, more urgent. Mary felt the heat of her pussy right through her costume as she slid her finger into her wet slit, pushing the silk into her pussy and feeling the moisture seep through it. Her other hand found its way up to her breasts, massaging her nipples through the fabric. Her own dance was totally forgotten now; she was lost in watching the goddess in the mirror as she swiveled her hips in an erotic motion that inspired Mary to new heights of arousal. Every movement just turned Mary on more, and if there was a moment where she tried to figure out just how any of this could be happening, the tiny dance of her own fingers on her clit burned the thoughts away. The surges of arousal and pleasure just overwhelmed all her thoughts, leaving her with nothing but need and desire as she stared helplessly at the beautiful woman and fingered her needy cunt. The mirror-Mary stepped through the doorway, the motion seamlessly integrated into the dance, and Mary felt like her masturbation was just one more part of their choreography. It was her role to kneel, to helplessly finger herself and gaze up at the mirror-girl whose dance was so enthralling, so erotic, so fucking sexy that Mary was really starting to lose it now...Mary pressed her thumb tightly on her clit, unable to stifle a moan as she came hard against her hand. Her pleasure was an offering to her new mistress, her new goddess. The understanding of her place at her mirror-lover's feet sparked another orgasm right on the heels of the first. "Good pet," her mistress whispered, and Mary shivered at the stroking, purring tones of her voice. This was the Mary that she'd never been able to see in herself, even when it was right in front of her in the mirror, and Mary was so pleased that she could give up the burden of trying to be that powerful, sensual woman and let herself be the submissive pet she'd always wanted to be, deep down. She was hypnotized by the dance, hypnotized by the gem, hypnotized by herself, and she knew that tomorrow night, she'd be lost in a dreamy trance as she watched her Mistress dance and gazed in rapt adoration from the darkness. Mistress unwound the cloth from her legs, exposing flesh slick with sweat and arousal. "Pleasure me, my sweet pet," she said, and Mary leaned forward eagerly to lick. Thoughts of tomorrow night could wait, she knew. Tonight, they would dance a different kind of dance, just the two of them. THE END