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Nude Dance

By: exhibitionistguy



This is a story about what happened a few years ago when my wife was 34 years old and I was 40. My wife and I are nudists and we have belonged to a nudist club for years. It is a family oriented club and not a swingers' club and we are not swingers. The ironic part is that for years the dances were clothed and it was against the rules to be nude at the dances. Nude dancing was frowned upon because it could be considered sexually suggestive.

Let me tell you a little about my wife, Sue. She is only 5 feet 2 inches tall with 36B tits that are very perky. She has nice tits! She also has a nice little bottom that is nice to squeeze. Sue has always been an exhibitionist. I'm sure that's one of the reasons why she enjoys going to the club.

Fortunately, the club has relaxed its rules concerning the dress code at the dances. The dress code is now "clothing optional." That means you can basically do whatever you want. In other words, you can be dressed, topless, bottomless, or totally nude.

This story takes place one Saturday night at the dance at the nudist club. Sue and I arrived at 9 o'clock and made ourselves comfortable at one of the tables with our friends. We were all clothed. We enjoyed the conversation and shared a little wine. It's typical for most people to keep their clothes on at least for a little while.

What I did this evening is what I usually do. I usually take off everything except for a blue long sleeve shirt that I unbutton. I don't wear a T shirt or anything else. I'm bottomless. I love that feeling of being bottomless because I love to show off my dick. I admit that I am an exhibitionist. When I am on the dance floor nude with my sexy wife, it is difficult for me not to become aroused. Part of the arousal is due to a lack of control. I have only so much control over whether or not I have an erection and when I am bottomless and dancing close to my wife and she squeezes my butt, my dick starts to stand up whether I want it to or not and everyone can see it!

On this evening my wife was still sitting at the table fully dressed. After a couple of glasses of wine, though, I did manage to coax her into taking off her blouse and bra so that we could admire those beautiful tits. If you saw my wife's tits you would have noticed how hard her nipples were. Her tits stood out even more because of the cool air in the clubhouse.

Around eleven o'clock we danced another dance. There I was, dancing with my wife. I was bottomless. I told her that she should consider taking the rest of her clothes off. After all, this was a nudist club!

Now, I need to tell you about someone else at the dance. He is a single guy, Tom. Tom was much younger than us. He was only 28 and about six feet tall. Tom's a really nice guy. Like a lot of nice guys, he just doesn't seem to know how to find a girl friend. I think it's because he is so quiet and shy. Tom's a good looking guy. My wife says that he is "very well hung" and that he has a "nice ass."

Tom was at the table with us and a few other couples. I'm sure he felt a little out of place, being the only single guy amongst the rest of us couples, especially considering that this is a nudist club. One thing that I will give Tom credit for is that he is not afraid to be nude. Tonight was no exception and Tom was completely nude!

Throughout the night, Tom got up on the dance floor and danced a number of dances. Most of them were fast dances and he would go up and dance by himself. A few times one of the other girls would join him for a fast dance. The girls would have their clothes on.

Let me tell you what usually does not happen at one of these dances. Usually a nude woman does not dance a slow dance with a nude man who is not her husband. This is just too sexually charged for this nudist club. Remember, this club is still a family club.

Anyway, my wife and I would watch Tom dance and couldn't help but to notice that as he would swing and dance his cock would get semi-erect. Obviously, Tom enjoyed being an exhibitionist and what's wrong with that?

Around midnight and after another glass of wine, my wife and I were both more excited and relaxed at the same time if you know what I mean. I told her, "Sue, it's midnight. Isn't it about time you took the rest of your clothes off? This is a nudist club you know and there are a few other women who are completely nude. It's your turn." I could tell that Sue was feeling the effect of the wine because her face and chest tend to become flushed when she drinks wine. Her face was a little red from the wine, but also perhaps a little bit from the thought of dancing in front of all those people completely nude. The wine only helped to reduce her inhibitions.

Finally, Sue agreed and she slipped her pants and panties off and she was totally naked. Not a stitch of clothes remaining!

We danced the next slow dance together. I took my shirt off and we held each other tight. I touched the sides of her breasts and held her around her waist. I also squeezed her bottoms. Fortunately, I'm not very tall myself, being only 5 ft 8 inches tall. Sue is only 5 ft 2 inches tall so we are a good match. When we are dancing together we make a nice couple.

When we were dancing, Sue made a point of rubbing her pussy against my cock. This made my cock get stiff. I told her that she was being bad and she innocently said "I am?" She held me closer so that no one could see my dick pointing in the air. It took some willpower on my part not to embarrass myself too much.

While we were dancing I could see Tom sitting at the table by himself. I felt a little sorry for him and I suggested to Sue that she should ask him to dance. She said that she was thinking about Tom too and that if it was okay with me that she would ask Tom to dance.

When we got back to our table, the band was getting ready to play a fast song. Sue asked Tom if he would like to dance. Tom said he didn't have any clothes on and Sue said that it was okay.

So there were my wife and Tom twisting and shaking to a fast dance. My wife knows how to wiggle her bottom and shake her boobs in a way that would get any guy excited. Tom is a little more restrained on the dance floor, but he still knows how to shake to the beat of the music.

After a couple of fast dances, it was time for the band to play a slow one. Usually, this would be the time for Sue to trade dance partners. Sue dances the slow ones with her husband, especially if she is nude. This time however, she asked Tom to stay and dance this dance with her. I think she had the devil in her. Let's say that this wasn't an innocent request. She knew that Tom is a single guy, that he's been dancing naked the entire evening, and that he's been looking at the nude girls all night, and that by now he must be getting sexually frustrated. She wanted to see what she could do to get him turned on in front of all those people.

The dance floor was full of couples dancing intimately. I sat at my table and watched. Not all the couples were nude. The few that were completely nude enjoyed being the object of attention.

I watched Sue as she clung to Tom on the dance floor. Now remember that she is only 5 feet 2 inches tall and he is 6 feet. She held him really close and he was completely turned on. His cock was now completely hard and there was nothing Tom could do about it.

Tom felt very embarrassed because there was no way that he could hide his now huge erection from Sue and from the others watching from the tables and he pulled away from Sue slightly and started to apologize. Sue could tell that he was embarrassed and, of course, it had been her intention to get him stiff and to embarrass him. She knew that she was in control and that Tom was helpless. At that point she told him not to worry about it and that no one could see his erection if they held each other close. She pulled him close until his erect penis was pressed up and flat against her stomach.

By this time, the band was playing the second slow dance in the set. Sue decided to pause for a moment to slip on her black high heeled shoes (until now she had been dancing bare footed). Now that she was taller, she was able to rub her pussy against Tom's swollen cock. Sue was holding Tom very closely and she knew that he was getting very excited, despite his attempts to be a gentleman and to control his erection. I was sitting at the table watching and I knew what was happening and I was very turned on by the whole thing. Poor Tom was trying to conceal his now engorged 8 inch erection, but anyone who wanted to could see it.

Sue continued to squeeze Tom's butt and to rub her pussy against his cock. Her nipples were very hard and she pressed them against Tom's chest. By this time her pussy was very wet. She could feel Tom's wet cock against her pussy. She decided to look up and kiss Tom. She sensuously pressed her lips against his and kept them there. Sue was getting very excited at the thought that Tom was losing control.

Finally, Sue could tell that Tom was at the point where he was going to completely lose control. It was already very embarrassing for Tom to know that everyone could see that he was having an erection, but it was another thing for him to actually lose complete control and to have sex right there on the dance floor with another man's wife.

Sue knew that the slow dance would soon be coming to an end. She gave Tom another kiss and rubbed her pussy against Tom's erect dick. She said, "Don't worry. No one can see you if you hold me close." Tom knew that he was at Sue's mercy and, despite every attempt to resist her, he knew he was about to come. Suddenly, Tom's dick ejaculated and he squirted cum all over Sue's pussy.

At this point, Tom was very embarrassed. Sue smiled and said, "It's okay." She took her hand and gently touched the head of Tom's penis to wipe any cum so that it would not be dripping after the dance was over. She gave him this devilish smile and said "I didn't realize that I got you so excited. I didn't mean to do that."

Fortunately, since Tom was no longer sexually frustrated, thanks to Sue, he was able to walk back to the table with his penis no longer being erect. Sue came back to the table and I asked her if she had a good time dancing with Tom. She said yes and discreetly gave my dick a playful squeeze under the table.

Nude Dancing # 01: Sis



WARNING: This is an Incest Category story which includes graphic sex scenes between consenting, adult (over 18) family members. Please click away now if this is not what you were expecting. 

Nude Dancing #1 -- Sis

Thursday, August 31st 2006, The 'Cock Pit'

"It's fucking crazy out there."    I looked up to see Philippe standing next to me, his golden, heavily muscled torso glistening with sweat.

"You're losing it old man," I told the twenty-two year old hovering above me.

"Old man? Fuck you too junior," he laughed. "I'm telling you, they're worse than normal tonight. Don't any of these broads have boyfriends?"

"Shit, these broads, as you like to call them, are paying your way through university."

"Horny white chicks...can't keep their hands off me," he complained with a wicked grin.

"Shit, you weren't complaining when you left with those two chubby forty year olds last night."

"Forty my ass," he grunted but then added with a happy twinkle in his eyes, "Bitches couldn't leave King Kong alone. They ate him for breakfast." 

"You always go after the fat, ugly, old ones don't you? Poor little girls, fall under the influence of the evil, huge cocked black man," I mocked.

"Fuck you Bobby," he laughed, "and you better watch out for the girls at table thirty-one."

"Thirty-one?" I asked, then quickly looked up at the two monitors mounted in the corner of the dressing room, two monitors that gave us a view of the club floor. Us, meaning the dancers at 'The Cock Pit', Tampa's number one male stripper club.

"A wedding stag, five broads out celebrating... they asked for Batman...and little Robin," he laughed just as my eyes settled on five girls I'd known forever. 

"Jeeeesus," I moaned softly.

Looking at me and then up at the monitor, he asked, curiosity clear in his voice, "You know them?"

"No...no," I denied as I zeroed in on my sister and her four best friends.

"The skinny blond on the left grabbed my butt, mouthy bitch," Phil complained as he stood and touched the screen and pointed to Amanda Jones. "The one in the middle's getting married on Saturday...just wanted to see a big black man before she marries some dork," he added as he pointed to Chrissie Welsh. A bride-to-be sitting between her four best friends. Jacqui Weathers and Trish Samuels flanked Chrissie. My sister was on the far right.

"She's hot," I answered absent mindedly, still trying to digest what I was seeing.

"Shit, are you blind? It's the willowy, redheaded honey with the great tits on the right that's hot," my fellow dancer said as his finger tapped against the screen and the beautiful girl sitting on the right. MY SISTER! 

"Yup, yours truly wouldn't mind giving that little white girl a tour of Africa," he boasted, grabbing his cock through the thin, silk pouch that struggled to house his penis. "Introduce her to King Kong here," he laughed.

"Fuck, that little thing," I scoffed, desperately trying to control my anger, "she wouldn't even know it was in her."

All of us joked among ourselves. We'd laugh about the girls, what they'd said and asked, boast to each other about our conquests. We'd hoot and jeer at each others stories, laughingly question the teller's ability to even get a hard-on. In the dressing room at The Cock Pit no insult was ever out of order.

It was okay though. To work as a dancer at the 'Pit' you had to have it and we all knew it. We were the elite, the best, and we all knew we could have our pick of the hundreds and hundreds of women who continually washed through the club.

Every night they whispered it in our ears. 'You're sexy' or 'want to come home with me?' or 'you're so big' or a hundred other lines we'd heard a thousand times.

They slipped us their telephone numbers as they stuffed five dollar bills in our thongs, copping a feel every time. So there were never any hard feelings between we dancers as we endlessly joshed each other.

Still I didn't like the thought of Philippe pumping King Kong into my big sister Natalie. Not one fucking bit!

*****

So what the heck was I, Bobby Cooper, an eighteen year old, about to start my senior year of high school in a week, doing dancing naked for hordes of horny broads? How did it ever happen...

...It was Maria Juanita Cabrera's fault. I'm serious! Her dark aureoles and long nipples fault. The fault of the golden thighs that came together in a small, neatly trimmed triangle of dark pubic curls that served only to highlight the pink lips that glistened invitingly. Her Cuban hunger for cock. It was happenstance really. What if her raft had never made it to America? Luck?

Tuesday, May 8th, 2006, Club Bizarro

"It's your birthday? Tonight?" she'd demanded saucily in a Latina accent that made your skin tingle. We'd just watched her dance on the main stage, drooled and punched each others arms as she'd slowly removed her clothes and bared herself for us and the four or five other customers strewn around the smoky club. Then she'd swaggered over to our table, tits jiggling, hoping to find one of us willing to part with some money.

Somehow, perhaps because it was late and had been a really slow Tuesday night, we'd been able to talk our way past the doorman who normally ferociously guarded the door. He knew we weren't legal of course, but the lure of the ten bucks my friend Craig dangled and the fake ID's we flashed were just enough to allow our passage inside. Myself and my two best friends. I'd turned eighteen that day.

"I'm twenty-one," I answered the girl as I sat up straighter in the chair and pulled my shoulders back.

"More like sixteen," she laughed as she undid a button on my shirt and slipped her hand onto the bare skin of my chest. Fuck, I'd still had a lingering hard-on from her dances. "I have a special for birthday boys," she cooed in my ear as she pressed her breast against my arm. She raked her finger nails over my nipples.

"Go for it man!" Craig encouraged from across the table. Jimmy was nodding his head like a fool as he stared at the tits just inches from his face. His jaw was opening and closing rhythmically. 

None of us had ever been in a strip club before. Oh, we'd tried a couple of times. But up to tonight with no success. But we weren't innocents or anything. I mean we all had girlfriends. Shit, we weren't even virgins. Still, this was a little different... I mean I didn't really exactly know what to expect. You hear stories and everything...but...

"C'mon birthday boy," she urged as she grabbed my arm and started to pull me up.

"Where to?" I stammered, both nervous and excited.

"The booths in the back room, for the private lap dances, you dork," Jimmy said loudly as he pointed towards the back of the club with his Budweiser, all of a sudden a goddamn expert.

"What's your name baby?" she cooed as she led me.

"Bobby...Bobby Cooper," I answered, giving her my real name.

"Rrrrroberrrrto," she purred sexily as she squeezed my hand. "You're so cute Roberto, so sexy, so tall...and maybe so beeg," she finished, a question in her voice as she glanced down at my fly. "Very beeg," she answered herself as she ran her palm across the front of my pants. "I like beeeg," she promised.

I was in love. I was as hard as a rock. She could call me anything she wanted. 

It was dark...not pitch black but you couldn't see very far in the murkiness of the back room. There were a series of small private booths that lined the wall, booths that had room only for just one person on a soft, plush, upholstered bench. Each booth was shielded from its neighbor and held a dancing stool just waiting for a naked girl to mount it. 

For a second, passing an occupied cubicle, I caught a quick glimpse of the back of a naked girl, her body plastered against an unseen man, then Maria pulled me on and led me right to the back, the last and darkest cubicle.

"Sit," she ordered, then asked, "First time?" Seeing my quick, nervous nod she asked, "Is it really your birthday?" and then hearing my yes said, "How old are you really."

"Eighteen," I answered with a timid grin, not sure if that was the best answer. I definitely didn't want to be kicked out.

"I like eighteen year olds...and you're so cute," she whispered, then touched the tip of my nose gently with her finger and mounted the stool she had pushed between my knees. I stared as she slowly shucked her only clothing, a pair of red silk boy shorts. "You're not allowed to touch this," she instructed as she pulled her pussy lips apart and opened her sex. It was maybe four inches from my mouth when she uttered those words.

"I'm not?" I croaked, my head involuntarily moving towards her glistening pussy.

"Un uh," she said, then she slowly slid her body down mine. She held a nipple against my lips for seconds before I tentatively opened my mouth and flicked out my tongue. She didn't protest as I licked, even encouraged me by cupping the breast and feeding more into my mouth. Then she moved and presented me her other nipple. My hands had somehow slipped to her hips and then moved to grasp her firm bum.

"You're a bad boy," she whispered in my ear, then reamed it with a moist, probing tongue.

"It's okay to touch your breasts?" I finally stammered.

"Only because it's your birthday," she giggled throatily, and then lowered herself so her bum was resting on my thighs, trapping my cock uncomfortably.

"Ummm, mucho grande," she complimented as she looked down between our bodies and then adjusted her butt over my now throbbing cock. 

"Its...its sorta uncomfortable...I have to," I started, wanting to adjust my blood filled shaft.

"I'll do it Roberrrto," she purred and I watched silently as her two hands moved down between our bodies and into my lap. Then I watched as she undid the button, watched as she slowly lowered my zipper, then gasped when she slipped her cool fingers into my briefs and pulled me out.

"Jesus, Maria!" I cried, squirming under her touch.

"Madre mia...he is el grande," she said delightedly as my prick, finally free, sprang upward between our stomachs. 

She kissed me quickly, then before I could move dipped her head down into my lap. Oh fuck! Okay I had a girlfriend, and I had, technically speaking, made love to her once. In the back seat of her daddy's car. But I'd never felt a wet tongue on my cock. Never had I felt moist, painted lips kiss the end of my penis and then slowly suck it into her mouth.

I was in heaven! Shit, I didn't last long. I couldn't. Suddenly I felt the tightening in my balls that was immediately translated into an explosion of cum up my bulging, throbbing cock. 

She mumbled something as I splashed the first thick strand of cum into her mouth and throat. But it didn't sound like a complaint. One of her small hands went to my tightened sack and slowly worked my balls while her other hand clenched the half of my penis not in her mouth and pumped me, timing her squeezes to match each of my bucking ejaculations.

Sweet fucking Jesus!

****

"I'm finished at one," Maria finally said, a strand of my cum dangling from the corner of her mouth.

"Finished what?" I mumbled almost incoherently, my body still trembling in the aftermath of my ejaculation.

"In just fifteen minutes," she said giggling, then kissed me on the lips. Her tongue penetrated me, pushing some of my own seed back into my throat. "Can you drive?"

"A car?" I asked like an idiot.

"Don't you want your other present?" she asked, then stood up on the bench and brought her sex slowly towards my face.

"My present?"

"Si Roberto," she said as she spread her pussy wide with her fingers and brought it towards my mouth.

"But...you mean you want to...," I stammered, knowing this couldn't be normal even for this club.

"Si Robbberrrrrta," she cooed as my nose and mouth and lips were engulfed in her sex. She hovered for seconds on my tongue, then jumped down off the bench and led me back to my table. I was shaking like a leaf.

*****

"So, how was it?" Craig demanded before I had my butt in the seat.

"Did you touch her tits?" Jimmy asked.

I gave them a cock and bull story...how I touched her ass...tried to touch her tits. I didn't mention the blow job. Shit I almost didn't believe it myself. Then I told them she wanted me to take her out for a drink when her shift ended.

"Bullshit!" The sound exploded from the mouth of both my friends almost simultaneously. 

"God she must be a hooker," Craig said after I'd insisted it was true.

"Did she say how much?" Jimmy asked just as Maria walked out of the dressing room and sauntered towards our table.

"Jesus Bobby," Craig advised, watching Maria's hips sway under the thin, yellow cotton dress she was wearing, "go for it, she's worth every cent she's going to charge you." 

As it turned out Maria Juanita Cabrera didn't want money, she simply wanted cock. Big hard, teen cock! And she'd decided that mine would be just perfect that night. A birthday boy's big boner. Thank you god.

I may not have been a virgin when I entered Maria Juanita Cabrera's apartment that night but I was still an innocent boy. I left the next morning a man.

"Fuck me Roberto," she'd urged as she pulled the thin summer dress over her head and then quickly lowered the silk thong that was the only other piece of clothing she wore. She lay back on the bed and watched through smoky eyes as I rushed to get out of my jeans. We'd been in her apartment about ten seconds.

Hurry...hurry Roberto," she pled as she spread her knees and exposed her pink insides to me. She was moist and ready when I pushed my thick shaft into her tight, slick furrow. I was in heaven.

What could have been embarrassing or difficult for an innocent boy she made easy. She laughed and encouraged and complimented me. Kissed me, led me, welcomed me inside her.

Then she started yelling in Spanish. Loud. Then locked her legs around my back as we bounced atop the sheets. Somehow squeezed and tightened her slippery cunt around me every time I bottomed out deep inside her.

She laughed, a joyous laugh, when my cock finally jerked and then splattered my thick cream inside her now spasming furnace.

"Si, si Roberrrrto," Maia moaned as I continued to splash hot cum inside this beautiful, golden skinned Cuban woman. I finally rolled off, my cock sticky and still half hard as it popped out. Then she really got serious about the sex.

I had a teenager's ability to do it again and again and she didn't hesitate to take advantage of all my youthful virility. She encouraged while teaching me, demanding, them whimpering in joy as her body repeatedly pulsed out its orgasmic welcome.

She never tired as the hours of darkness fled, turning me this way and that, mounting me, riding me...then let me ride her from behind, my hard cock pounding into her silken sleeve as my hands squeezed and caressed her hanging breasts.

*****

"Would you like to go out this Friday?" she asked as I pulled the jeans up my legs. We had woken at six-thirty after maybe one hour of sleep, then made love one last time before we'd showered together. I didn't want to leave but knew I had to get home before mom got home from her night shift at the hospital.

"You really want to?" I still hadn't really accepted that this beautiful woman would want to go out with me.

"If you can dance," she said with an appraising and insouciant glance.

"Of course I can," I answered.

"Salsa?" she asked dubiously, then sexually pumped her pelvis towards me.

"No problemo," I said grinning.

"We'll see," she promised and then gave me instructions on what time and where to meet her Friday night. "And don't wear sneakers Roberto," she warned. I might have been pissed off at her assumption that I couldn't dance but she'd run her fingers across the front of my pants when she'd said it.

Besides I was in love. Or at least lust.

*****

Sneakers? One thing I can do and that's dance! There's a picture of me at about eight months of age where my big sister, Natalie, twenty months older than me, is holding me up, clearly leading me in a dance.

She never stopped. For the next sixteen years I was the person she sought out when she wanted to dance. Oh there were times I'd protest. I can remember when I was about nine years old being laughed at by my buddies when I stupidly told them I was going home to dance with my sister.

"Dancing with a girl?" one had sneered as they all laughed. After that I kept my sisters dancing lessons and practice between us only.

But it was probably the favorite thing in my world. Whether innocently dancing with Natalie and even sometimes mom in my youth, or later in my teenage years when my hormones had started to explode into action, music and dancing gave me my happiest moments.

Did Natalie, or mom for that matter, understand the feelings that her fifteen or sixteen year old brother had started to feel for them? I don't think so. But my teenage dreams had increasingly featured Natalie -- I'd simply never said a thing. 

And then last September she'd gone away to university, leaving her seventeen year old brother broken hearted...what I'd hoped for hadn't happened...and I'd realized at the time that it probably never would.

The weird thing however was that the hours I'd spent dancing with my sister over the years had reaped great dividends later. My buddies who'd once kidded me about my dancing watched jealously when classmate after classmate begged me to dance with them at our first coed parties. 

I got to tell ya, a fifteen or sixteen year old guy who loves dancing and is pretty good at it becomes pretty popular with his hot little mini skirted classmates. But they weren't my red headed sister!

So the prospect of a night of salsa dancing at some 'in' Latino club with the lovely Maria didn't faze me at all. 

******

"So you cannnn dance," Miss Cabrera complimented at about eleven-thirty Friday night. "At least for a gringo," she teased, but then added as she pushed her breasts into me, "Almost as good as you make love Roberto." 

We spent the night in Maria's bed. And most of Saturday. Mom was gone for the weekend for a long planned visit with her sister in Atlanta. Natalie was working at Disneyworld in Orlando for the summer. So I had no reason to go home, no one was checking up on me.

"I'm taking you out somewhere tonight," Maria promised as we lay side by side in her bed on Saturday afternoon.

"You are? Where?" I asked even as I pulled her willing body on top of mine.

"You'll see," she answered as she grasped my shaft and directed its head to her slit. Then thrust her pelvis downward until I was buried in her sticky warmth.

*****

"Noooo way," I protested at eleven that night when we turned the corner and I saw the line of women stretched down the block. "Maria!" 

"C'mon my beautiful Rrrroberrrrto," Maria purred as she pulled me after her. She went right to the head of the line. She of course knew 'Carlos' the doorman. And when some of the women in line protested her being allowed immediately in, she turned and pointing at me announced, "He's one of the dancers."

Yeah right, I mumbled to myself as my face reddened.

"You are?" one asked. 

"Why don't you dance for me right out here big boy," an overweight, thirty something year old asked. She and three of her friends had surrounded me as soon as Maria had said I was a dancer.

"Please, I'm late...I have to hurry," I squealed as I felt a hand run across the front of my jeans. Another grabbed my butt when I turned to rush after Maria who was holding the door.

"I knew they'd like you," Maria said, her eyes sparkling in delight.

"They're animals," I complained as we pushed towards the bar.

"They want your big prick Roberrrto, you'll get used to them," she said laughing.

"I'm not becoming a -" I started.




Nude Dancing # 01: Sis



Maria interrupted, "Roberto, I want you to meet Senor Domingo. He owns the club." I watched her as she hugged a short, stocky Latino dressed in a flashy three thousand buck Armani suit.

"Juan, this is Roberto...he wants to be a dancer."

"Don't they all," he laughed as he took my hand in his. As his huge paw slowly tightened around mine he asked Maria, while staring straight into my eyes, "And what are his qualifications?"

"He can dance Juan," she giggled as she rubbed up against him.

"He's like sixteen," he answered, still trying to stare me down. Fuck him I thought, maintaining eye contact.

"He's beeg Juan, very beeg," my beautiful friend added.

"Is he?" Juan Domingo asked as he finally let my aching hand free and broke eye contact.

"Can I show him the dressing room...let him meet the guys?"

Juan didn't answer, just nodded his head and then turned to greet someone else. But then he turned back and said almost menacingly, "You know we don't fuck around with amateurs here Maria."

He smiled when she answered back in her most kittenish voice, "You look great in that suit tonight Juan...so sexxxxxxy."

"Get outa here," he ordered with a grin. I was beginning to learn that no one could resist my Maria.

"He's just a big softie," she told me as she led me towards the back of the club. The place was a goddamn madhouse! There had to be three hundred crazed women from eighteen to sixty hooting and screaming. Every table and seat was taken. A naked bodybuilder was dancing on a ten foot diameter stage in the middle of the club. He was well endowed!

There was another small stage at the back. A tall, thin black guy was swinging his dick in large circles as he danced for an adoring group of ladies. As I looked around the club I saw at least ten other naked guys dancing at tables. 

"They get twenty bucks a dance," my sexy Latina informed me as I watched.

And as Maria and I snaked our way through the club to the door that led to the dancer's dressing room at least twenty, half drunk women groped me. "This is nuts," I protested when we finally burst into the hallway that led to the dressing room.

"They like you Rrrrroberrrrrto," she purred in my ear while leading me forward.

*****

Half of the ten guys lounging half dressed around the room yelled out greetings to Maria when we entered the room. I watched bemused as she moved from one dancer to the next, exchanging kisses, hugs and greetings. She seemed to know every large cocked guy in town. Finally she turned to me and said, "Hey guys, this is Roberrrrto...my friend, he wants to be a dancer."

Jeers of "maybe when he grows up", "what nursery did you find him in", "where's his mommy" etc., etc., greeted Maria's announcement. Then the insults really started. These guys were tough! And then it started to piss me off. I didn't know then that this was just a typical reception for a rookie at the 'Cock Pit'.

"Well show us your dick junior," a two hundred and fifty pound, heavily muscled giant finally ordered to the jeers of the boys. Out of the corner of my eye I saw that Juan had slipped into the room.

"Screw you guys," I said as I turned to go.

"Show then Roberto," Maria insisted, planting herself in front of me.

"Oh show us Bobbbbbby," one asshole yelled in falsetto.

"Fuck you guys," I yelled but didn't move when I felt Maria's fingers at my belt. Just watched the boys as I felt it being undone and my zipper lowered. I was suddenly afraid I'd get a fucking hard-on...that's all I needed. Maria slowly pulled him out.

"Well, he's sure got a cock on him," Juan Domingo finally admitted after my penis had been on display for about thirty seconds. "But can he dance?"

I heard some muttering from the boys about how it looked pretty small to them but Maria quickly announced that I was the best gringo dancer she'd ever seen.

"White boys can't dance," a black guy I learned later was named Philippe muttered.

"Do you have a costume kid?" Juan asked. "An act?"

"I wasn't planning on doing any act," I protested, talking to the owner with my dick hanging out my fly.

"Are there any costumes in the storage closet?" Juan asked the room.

"There might be a couple," somebody offered, "I think Buzz's Batman costume was here when they arrested him."

"Okay Maria," Juan ordered, "get the kid in costume and we'll put him on at midnight...we'll give the girls a little amateur night action. Get them to rate him. Make it a contest. See if they like Robin," he ended with an evil chuckle.

"I'm not going on any stage and stripping for a bunch of --"

"Shut up Roberto," Maria ordered as she grabbed my penis and pulled me towards the storage room next door.

"Do what mommy says Bobby," were the last words I heard from my new friends.

"Bastards," I muttered as I stood next to Maria in a room that was hardly big enough to hold the two of us. A Batman cape and cowl were hanging from a nail on the wall. Maria was trying to pull the t-shirt I wore over my head.

"I can't wear this," I finally said as I stood with the cape around my shoulders and the mask over my face. But I also knew that I wanted to go on...that I wanted to have three hundred women see me naked. See my cock.

"Lift your foot," Maria ordered and then slipped the red, silk penis sheath up my legs. R...O...B...I...N was spelled out in one and a half inch high letters the length of the cloth.

"Christ, it probably hasn't been washed," I said as Maria took my shaft in hand and started to feed it into the soft cloth.

"Stop complaining Roberto," Maria said, then slipped to her knees and after freeing my cock from the silk, popped my penis into her mouth.

I was halfway there when a knuckle rapped on the door and somebody yelled out, "Hurry up Batman, you're on in three minutes."

"We'll have to finish later Robin," Maria giggled as she struggled to stuff my saliva covered cock back into the sheath. "Now put on a good show for momma," she teased as she patted me on the butt. "And remember, you're not supposed to get a hard-on," she added as she pushed me towards the door. Towards three hundred drunk, screaming, lunatics who at a moments notice might turn on me and attack the stage. I was scared shitless.

I was a success! I could lie and tell you it was because I put on a great show, that my dancing wowed the ladies. Or that my magnificent prick turned the tables. But honestly I think it was my obvious innocence combined with my still hard and obviously just sucked cock that did it. A blushing, blond teenager with a long, saliva coated prick. They couldn't resist me. 

At least fifty broads had to have rushed the stage and stuffed bills into the elastic band that held my sheath on after I'd completed my two dances. Stroked my thighs. Touched my bum. Caressed my cock. I liked the feeling. And they were feeding me money!

Maria and I counted out two hundred and eleven dollars as we sat laughing in the dressing room. Then, as she was finishing her interrupted blow job, Mr. Domingo burst into the room and offered his hand. 

"You're hired kid," he announced proudly just as my penis propelled a first string of thick cum down Miss Cabrera's throat.

A little later, at the bar, over a Bud, Mr. Domingo and I (with Maria's advice) agreed to a deal. I could only work a couple of days a week for the rest of June, but once school was over I agreed to work at least five nights a week all summer.

"I can only work the nights my mom is on overnight shift," I'd explained.

"Your mom?" Juan asked dubiously.

"She works the overnight shift in the ER at County General," I'd explained.

"You live with your mom? How old is this guy anyway Maria?" he'd demanded.

*****

...and that's how come I was sitting in the dressing room at the 'Cock Pit' talking to my friend Philippe about the sexy group of ladies at table thirty-one some seventeen weeks later. I was a veteran of the sex wars by then. And I loved it!

Okay, maybe you can argue that dancing naked for a bunch of crazed, horny, half drunk women wasn't the healthiest activity for an eighteen year old boy. But what eighteen year old, sex crazed boy wouldn't enjoy getting paid for showing his penis to ladies who were all too willing to whisper invitations in his ear.

I was making over twenty-five hundred a week and so far had gone home with six women, including a forty-two year old lawyer, a thirty something kindergarten teacher and a sweet coed from the local community college.

But now, the group that I was about to go out and dance for happened to include my older, and only sister Natalie. A sister who'd almost broken my heart when she'd left for university almost twelve months earlier...

Thursday, August 31st 2006, The 'Cock Pit'

"So, are you planning on ever working tonight?" Philippe asked, bringing me out of my reverie.

"Yeah sure...where's my cowl," I asked, looking again at the monitor that showed my sister and her friends.

"And remember," he added as I started towards the door and the club beyond, "If you're planning on fucking one of those sweeties, take the sexy redhead."

I wish, I thought as I plunged into the lights and noise that was the 'Cock Pit'.

*****

"There's Batman," squealed Chrissie Welsh, the cutest little bride-to-be, when I approached the girls table. I'd always liked her.

"Where's Robin?" Jacqui asked as all five girls measured me with their eyes.

A minute later, mounted on a stool between Chrissie's legs, with my cape billowing around her, she announced to her friends loudly, "I founnnnnd him."

She had. Her fingers had found the string holding up the sheathe and had slowly lowered it down my legs, baring my three quarters hard shaft.

"Robin's big...very, very big," she added as her fingers lightly circled me.

Christ, I thought, this is shy little Chrissie Welsh, usually the most conservative of the five friends. Okay, I knew she was getting married and all, and I saw and heard stuff like this every night, and the girls were all pretty high, but still, she's grabbing the prick of her maid-of-honors baby brother!

"Let us see," Jacqui, the wild, black haired beauty to her left demanded. "Grab that end of his cloak Natalie," she instructed my sister. Instead I simply let the cloak fall and turned towards the left and Amanda and Jacqui.

"Jesus," Amanda, the one Philippe had accurately described as the bitchy blond, moaned when she saw my now fully erect penis. I was almost never hard when I danced for clients, instead I had an ability to stay at half mast for dance after dance. It was the only way to survive the grind. Not now though. My cock was throbbing. I slowly spun around, past Jacqui who was licking her lips, past Chrissie, then past short, sexy Trish with the big tits.

"Don't look Natalie," I heard Jacqui warn my sister, "after you've seen Robin you'll never want to go out with Charlie again."

Who the fuck is Charlie, I suddenly wanted to know as I stopped in front of my sister. Her face was smiling merrily as her eyes watched the python swaying just inches from her mouth.

"Charlie's arm isn't as big as Robin," Trish agreed. 

"You guys are terrible," my sister complained but even she was laughing. I turned back to the bride. I knew if I kept looking at my beautiful sister I might just start cumming. I'd never been as excited in my life. Sperming a client was definitely a no-no at the 'Cock Pit'.

I danced three songs for the bride and I must say she certainly took the opportunity to practice her penis handling skills while she had the chance. My guess was that her husband-to-be was going to get a good working over on the honeymoon. Then I was announced as the next to go on stage. The five complained but I promised to return to their table when I was done. "Good," Chrissie said, "I want you to give an extra special dance for my maid-of-honor."

"Your maid-of-honor?" I asked, pretending I didn't know which one it was.

"It's the horny redhead," Jacqui said laughing.

"I am not," Natalie protested grinning.

"She's a real cock slut," Trish said.

"You're all terrible," my sister complained, but her eyes did keep flicking back hungrily to my still hard cock.

A cock slut? This is my sister? "How special?" I asked Chrissie while watching Natalie.

"You'll see," Jacqui promised.

*****

The girls all moved stageside for my two dances, oohing and aahing throughout. But I knew there was no way I could give Natalie a lap dance.

So, when I'd finished my second and last dance I moved to the edge of the stage farthest away from them, naked, tumescent, but then turned back to face them just as I about to slip through the curtain. They were all laughing, cheering, even Amanda who'd never really liked her friend Natalie's little brother. 

And then without thinking I did it, just one quick flick of my hand and my mask was pushed off my head. The girls around the stage all started screaming, all except for five young coeds, who after a few seconds hesitation, all broke into dumfounded stares as they recognized me.

The last thing I saw before I slipped away was Natalie's mouth open wide in astonishment, the question 'BOBBBBY?' clear on her lips.

I watched them on the monitor when about three minutes later they trouped out en masse. They had been talking and gesticulating wildly since the second I'd left the stage. And my dear sister Natalie hadn't looked pleased as her friends had bombarded her with questions.

*****

I finished at two a.m. that night. Then I was relieved to find the house empty when I got home twenty minutes later. Showered quickly and then slipped naked between my sheets and waited. I'd known she'd eventually come.

I was still awake just short of three a.m. when I heard the key in the lock downstairs. Listened as Natalie slowly came up the stairs. Waited when she stopped outside my bedroom door, a door I'd purposely left half open.

For seconds she hovered there; I just knew she was staring at me but I said nothing and lay unmoving. She took a few steps away, then returned, then finally hissed, "Are you awake?"

I stayed immobile, and again she turned to go, mumbling a warning, "I'll get him tomorrow," as she moved toward her room next door. A minute later I heard the shower running in our shared bathroom, and couldn't help wondering if it wouldn't have been better to have answered her.

And then a couple of minutes later I sensed her presence in my room. She'd entered silently on bare feet but peeking I saw her by my bedside, her long red hair still wet, hanging loose, her body barely covered by a virgin white, spaghetti strapped chemise that just covered her thighs.

"I know you're awake," she hissed, then after waiting seconds for a response, bent over and as she shook my shoulder ordered angrily, "Bobby...get up!"

I groaned, stretched, then slowly opened my eyes and asked with a question in my voice, "Natalie?"

"Don't Natalie me," she ordered. "I am not happy with you Bobby," she informed me.

"What time is it sis?" I asked sleepily.

"It's time you got your rear end kicked. Are you crazy? Dancing naked? Does mommy know? What's happened to you since I left?" The questions tumbled angrily from her mouth but I knew I couldn't back down. Who was it who said the best defense is a good offense? 

"Me! You go away to college and all of a sudden you're going to strip clubs. Watching and touching naked men? Who's this Charlie they were all talking about?" 

"Don't change the subject," she ordered as she turned on the bedside lamp.

Gawd she was beautiful. Her aureoles were easily seen through the thin white cloth. Her full round breasts stretched taut the soft satin that struggled to contain them. "You're mad at me huh?" I asked shyly as I sat up against the headboard and drank in her beauty through half closed lids.

"Of course I am! Why are you...I mean how did you ever..." 

"It just happened." 

"It just happened? That's your excuse? It just happened?"

"Well it's complicated...a long story," I said, trying to rouse her interest. 

"I have all night," she announced, then sat down on my bed.

"But," I delayed, delighting in the sight of her body.

"TALK," she ordered as she settled herself next to me against the headboard.

So I told her a story, partly true and partly fabricated. Of course I mentioned Maria Cabrera and her involvement in my introduction to the 'Cock Pit'.

"How old was she? She slept with a boy? Seduced him?" she demanded angrily.

"It wasn't all her fault, I am eighteen," I answered gallantly.

"She's a slut... a prostitute, we should never allow those people into the country," she accused, transferring much of her anger to the lovely Latina.

"I did it for mom too, you know she works so hard Natalie," I offered quietly, opening up a new front. "With all the expenses she has and I haven't helped at all...all my friends work jobs," I added, knowing this would hit my sister hard. This had been a long term bone of contention in our family and I'd known Natalie felt as bad about the state of affairs as I did.

"I wanted to work, I offered," she protested, "you know she'd never let us work. I did get a scholarship."

"I know Nat," I said as I put my arm around her shoulder, "but I thought if I made some money I could send some to you and you wouldn't need as much from mom...and I'd not take any from her...and she wouldn't have to work so hard."

"Oh Bobby," she said softly as I pulled her into my body. I feasted on her tits which were now easily seen down her gaping top. I hoped she was feeling too worried about mom to notice how the sheet in my lap was tenting upward.

The thing about my sister is that while you might get a little advantage over her from time to time she was far too smart to completely fool for long.

"Are you conning me?" she finally asked.

"Me?"

"Bobby!"

"Well...I do sorta like it," I finally admitted with a sheepdog look.

"You like women watching you, touching you?" she asked.

"I like dancing. In front of a crowd, entertaining them. You taught me."

"Hah! You like them looking at your...your thing...your cock."

"Uh huh, I like...showing myself," I admitted with a grin.

"Do you ever...I mean do you ever go home with any of them?" she asked.

"Just once," I lied, figuring that would satisfy her curiosity. "She was a lawyer...from New York...just in town for a couple of days...I know I shouldn't have Natalie...I mean I was going out with Sandy...and I was still seeing Maria," I admitted slowly.

"Oh my gawd, you've turned into a pervert. How many girls are you sleeping with? How old was she?"

"The lawyer?" Seeing Natalie's nod I went on, "About forty."

"That's older than mom. What if she finds out?"

"You're sleeping with this Charlie guy," I answered, trying to get her off track.

"I'm not going out and dancing naked for three hundred men every night. Or sleeping with every Tom, Dick and Harry."

"You'd be good at it," I said with a little boys grin, using a tone that I'd used for years whenever I'd wanted something from her. "With your dancing ability...your looks...Christ Nat, you'd make a fortune."

"Good thought Bobby, send your sister out to become a stripper so your mom doesn't have to work so hard," she said grumpily. But there was a grin in her eyes as she said it and I pulled her even tighter against me. 

"Don't smile," I teased.

"Ha, ha," she grumbled but after a few seconds started to giggle and then asked, "So, when did it get so big anyway?"

"What?" I stalled, wanting her to say it.

"Your thing...your penis," she finally mumbled.

"I don't know...it's always been -"

"Bobby, it's not always been," she interrupted. "It was never like that."

"It sorta grew. I mean you haven't seen it since I was like five or something," I protested.




Nude Dancing # 01: Sis



"We've danced! I've seen you in a bathing suit. Besides you never said anything. Mom never said anything. All my friends...tonight...after we saw...they asked me why I'd never told them."

"I don't go around showing people my penis," I said, not thinking.

"Except for three hundred women every night," Nat said, almost bouncing on the bed in her anger.

I decided to say nothing, instead just took more quick glances at the movement of her breasts under the thin chemise while trying to look contrite.

"How big is it anyway?" she finally blurted out. "When its, you know...big."

"I don't know...just average I guess."

"Yeah right...for a horse," she muttered as her eyes drifted to the top of the sheet that just barely covered my groin. "And why are you shaved?"

"You noticed?" I asked innocently.

"Bobby," exasperation now clear in her voice, "it was hard not to notice you have no bloody pubic hair."

"Well..." 

"Let me see it," she finally demanded. I nodded okay but didn't move. Slowly her hand went to the top of the sheet, then gently pushed it down across my thighs. I sprang out!

"It's hard again...I mean erect," she said as she left her hand resting on my thigh just inches from the base of my shaft.

"Uh huh," I agreed, my eyes and thoughts on the top of her nightie which, as she'd bent, had opened again and left her nipples exposed. Surprisingly thick and long pink points that rose majestically from perfectly shaped cones.

"I never did get my dance," Nat suddenly said, "you were supposed to come back."

"You guys didn't wait. Besides you have Charlie," I said, pretending to dismiss her.

"You said you'd come back to the table," she pouted and for just a second I felt a finger graze my manhood.

"Okay, I'll give you a dance now," I announced, calling her bluff, and then threw off the sheet completely and jumped out of bed.

"Noooo. You can't," she giggled, "you don't have a stool."

But I did...and quickly produced it from my cupboard, explaining I'd got it to practice with at home. I placed it in front of the sofa against the wall and with a flick of my head invited her to sit.

"I shouldn't," she said even as she moved towards her place.

"It's still twenty bucks," I said before she could sit.

"What? I'm your sister."

"Twenty bucks," I insisted again with my hand now out.

"You're terrible! Okay I'll pay you tomorrow," she finally agreed. "But I should at least get two for one. I did teach you to dance."

"Alright...for you...two for one," I agreed slowly, "but you have to pay in advance."

"That's not fair," she accused. But I knew she was as excited as I, and she quickly rushed from the room promising to be back in seconds.

It was a little longer than seconds. In fact I had programmed my ipod and had hooked it up to the speakers by the time she returned. She'd combed her hair...I could smell the perfume she'd daubed on. Her nipples were still hard as she sat on the plush couch. She had no panties on under her diaphanous shift. I could smell her excitement.

"You better give me a good dance," she ordered as she reluctantly passed over the twenty.

"What's that?" I asked, seeing she had something else in her hand. I watched as she let one end of the cloth tape measure slip from her hand.

"Well," she said when she saw my fake grimace, "the girls did want to know ..."

I was shy at first. Incredibly excited but shy. A thousand thoughts and emotions and memories rippled through my body. And yet the girl I'd danced with and loved all my life still felt somehow out of my reach.

My cock had never been fuller, never harder, never longer. But for that first dance but I didn't really force it, instead just teased, mainly staying out of contact with Natalie. I simply watched her as her eyes followed the thick cobra that I kept moving in a mesmerizing dance just inches from her face.

"Let me measure him," she said after my first dance. I brought my rampant shaft towards her, left it so that the thick bulb of its head just touched her chemise and her left breast. I could feel the excited nipple through the thousand nerve ends at the end of my prick, then watched as a drop of pre cum squeezed out and onto the soft satin.

"You're too close," she protested as she fumbled with the tape. She held one end of the tape at the base of my shaft, her hand struggling to circle the fat base to hold it there. Then she slowly unwound the tape the length of my penis. There was another thick drop of pre-cum hanging precariously from my tip when her finger finally got there.

She wiped it away absent mindedly as she read the number from the tape. "It's too big...they're not supposed to be so," she started.

"Bigger than Charlie's?" I asked, and then watched as she brought her sticky finger to her mouth without thinking. I watched as she tasted me for the first time.

"Dance like you do for real clients," she urged when the second song started, then put her hands on the back of my legs and softly caressed my calves.

"You're so beautiful Nat," I whispered as I edged forward toward her. "I've always wanted you," I added as I brought my straining penis ever closer to her face.

"You're just saying that," she protested as her hands slid up the back of my legs until her palms were cupped softly under my ass.

"I'd always dream of you...at night...after we'd danced...I'd touch myself," I said as I put my left hand around the base of my cock and then rubbed its steely length up against her cheek. Then I brought my cockhead slowly to her closed lips.

"No," she groaned but when she spoke her wet tongue licked another drop of pre cum from me. Her lips were opening just as the song ended!

"Okay, now it's your turn," I said as I stepped down.

"My turn to what?" Natalie asked softly.

"To dance for your little brother. I can't do all the work."

"I can't. I've never," she said as she nodded toward the stool.

"What happened to the great dancer?" I mocked gently.

I saw she was about to protest but then saw the twinkle I knew so well come into her eyes. "Twenty dollars a dance," she said with her hand out. "No discounts," she warned as I walked towards my money on the dresser.

"You're an amateur," I laughingly said as I grabbed a hundred from the pile of my earnings and handed it to her. "Five please." 

"What? Fivvvve?"

"To start," I laughed as I sat.

She didn't even take her little chemise off that first dance, instead just danced on the stool a good foot from me. But I couldn't help but see the flashes of the red curls growing at the base of her stomach, or not smell the thick sexual aroma that wafted towards me from between her legs.

"You're supposed to disrobe," I teased when the song ended.

"Just wait," she ordered and when the music started again she quickly slipped the straps from her shoulders. 

"Too bad you're my sister," I complained as I watched Natalie dance, who, while still keeping her distance, was clearly starting to get into it. I could see the moisture beading in her soft red pubic curls.

"C'mon here...closer," I insisted when the third song started. Then I ran my hands up and down the back of her thighs, exerting just enough pressure to urge her forward.

"On my lap...sit on my lap," I instructed as her stomach came in contact with my face.

"Like this?" she asked as she slid slowly down my body.

"I knew you'd be good at this," I mumbled through her breasts as she slowly lowered.

"Shutup you," she said with a giggle but moaned out a "Ohhh Bobbby," when for a second I captured a thick nipple between my teeth. I could feel her wet sex as it slithered across my stomach. The song ended just as she trapped my shaft under her bum. Our lips met.

We were still kissing when the fourth song started. And then, with my hands under her, supporting her butt, I stood, lifting her up with me. My penis was crammed awkwardly between our two bodies, straining, impatient to be driven home. Natalie tightened her arms around my neck and then locked her legs around my back as I crushed her against me.

"Don't! Stop...please Bobby," she groaned. Her pointed breasts seemed to be trying to poke through my chest.

Slowly I lifted her butt upwards, letting her stomach, then her hair covered mound, then finally her moist crack feel my penis, feel his urgent, hard need as it scraped past her.

Then when I'd finally lifted her high enough, so that now her wetness was against my stomach, my cock sprang free of her and stood arched, ready, just millimeters below her engorged opening.

I slowly lowered her until my sticky cockhead was perfectly aligned and just touching her damp hole. Then, as I hungrily devoured her lips with mine, I lowered her so that my round bulb was almost all inside her. She groaned into my mouth as I left her hanging atop me, her vagina's lips spread impossibly wide trying to accommodate me.

"Pleassssse," she finally moaned, "please Bobby....more...put it in."

I lowered her slowly, felt the head finally slip fully in and felt her pussy close behind the thick ridge and tighten around my shaft. Lowered her another three inches and then stopped. Then I slowly lifted her up and down on the cock that was inside her. Even as her vagina struggled to stretch wide to accept me I could feel the warm, slick lubricant of her female juices coat my invading piston.

"Morrrrrrrre," she cried. "More Bobby...please."

I dropped her farther, shoving another hard three inches inside her. 

"It's big...so big," she moaned as she wriggled atop my pole. I walked her, always impaled, to the bed and slowly lowered her to the soft sheets. 

"Fuck me...hurry...I'm coming Bobby...please, hurrrrrry," she near screamed as I pushed the last thick inches inside her. Then I felt the first spasms of her orgasm as I started to piston my penis into her in long, deep thrusts.

She was coming for a second time five minutes later when I felt the tightening that presaged my orgasm. Tried to pull out before my sauce could splash inside my sister's fiery cunt.

"No...stay," she cried, tightening her ankles around my back.

"I'm cumming...we can't -"

"I'm on the pill, I want to feel it," she demanded just as the first explosion of cum rushed up my cock and into my now screaming sister. Her repeated howls of 'fuck me', and 'more', and 'oh yes Bobby', echoed around the room.

We did it four more times before the sun started to rise. No gymnastics or crazy stuff. We had no need of oral sex or other foreplay, hell we'd both been building up to this for all our lives. 

There was no need for either of us to say how good it was, or how much we loved each other. We simply knew. 

"I've gotta go," Natalie finally whispered as the sun started to stream in through the window. "Mom will be home soon."

"Tonight?"

"We only have two more nights...I don't want to go back to school Bobby...I could take the term off."

"You have to. I'll visit. Every couple of weeks," I promised as we clung to each other in desperation.

*****

I woke late the next day; it was almost one in the afternoon when I finally stumbled into the kitchen dressed just in my boxers. Mom and Natalie were drinking coffee in their house coats and didn't look like they'd been up much longer than me.

"Morning," I mumbled.

"Bobby, go put some clothes on," mom admonished as I bent over to give her a kiss.

"You guys are in your nightgowns," I muttered as I kissed Natalie. On the lips. Let her feel my tongue before I retreated and sat down. "Aren't you going to cook me breakfast ma?"

"We're in a rush," mom complained but still stood and moved towards the stove. "Bacon and eggs?"

"Please mom," I answered as I slipped a hand onto my sister's leg under the table. She let me slip it slowly up her thigh, and then actually spread her legs and let my finger linger for seconds on her slit before she jumped up and said she had to get ready.

She and mom were scheduled to go to the wedding practice and dinner that night. Yours truly had to stay at home and wait.

They got back fairly late, just before midnight, entering the house giggling and happy. "You're still up," Mom said as she teetered over and gave me a quick kiss.

"I had to wait up for my girls," I answered as I pulled them both to me for a quick hug. I could smell the booze on mom's breath. "Have you been drinking?" I asked my normally tea toting mom.

"Just a little," mom answered, then gave me a kiss meant for my cheek put which somehow found my lips. Our wet tongues intertwined for seconds before she half collapsed against me.

"Did you get mom drunk on purpose?" I accusingly asked Nat as she and I helped our reeling mother up the stairs and into her room. Nat shooed me away when we'd got her to her bed saying she'd undress mom. Within seconds mom was snoring, passed out from the unusual amount she'd drunk.

Still, I lingered in the doorway, watched as Natalie stripped mom of her dress, then her bra, then finally her yellow lace panties. Then I feasted on the breasts so much like her daughters, fuller and rounder perhaps, then I let my eyes slip down to the thin blond pubic patch so unlike Natalie's. Saw the pink channel that had borne me.

"Bobby," Natalie squealed when she noticed me still lurking, then covered mom with a sheet and rushed toward the door. But I had my sister naked before we were halfway down the hallway. Then simply held her up against the wall and pushed my straining manhood inside her. 

"You shouldn't have looked at mom," Natalie said even as I stroked deeply upward inside her. 

But I was still seeing mom in my mind when I started to shoot my creamy cum into my beautiful sister five minutes later. 

THE END of PART ONE

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Due out in July, part two of this story will follow Bobby, Natalie and his mom on the wedding day, and on Bobby's last night with Natalie before she returns to school. It will follow how he deals with her absence and of how he slowly and shockingly comes to realizes that there is another woman in the family he desires. Will Bobby dance for his Mom?

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Nude Dancing # 02: Mom



This is Part 2 of my' Nude Dancing' series

Although not absolutely necessary, I would recommend that you would be wise to read: 'Nude dancing #1: Sis' -- before you read this chapter.

I would also like to take this opportunity to thank the readers of Literotica for the warm reception you gave the first chapter. According to Literotica's figures over 108,000 people have so far read the story and I certainly appreciated the many votes, public comments and e-mails I've received. It's you guys and gals who make it all worth while for me. Thanks!

The story is approximately 3 Literotica pages (11,000 words) long. All sex described involves only adults over 18 years of age.

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***Wedding Day, Tampa, Florida, Saturday, September 2nd 2006***

Natalie and I spent the rest of Friday night in her bed, making love again and again before we fell into an exhausted sleep that was only interrupted when the dawn sun splashed brightly into the room and roused us.

"You better go Bobby, mom might wake up," my sweet, red haired sister whispered in my ear.

"Too bad, I'm not finished with my big sister yet," I said with a smiling growl, then rolled on top of her and found her lips with mine.

"Bobby...don't...stop," she squealed when I finally pulled my tongue from her mouth.

"I love you."

"I gotta get some sleep...before the wedding...I'm the Maid of Honor...pleassssse," she complained as my lips captured one of her puffy, pink nipples. And then I was in her, completely filling her with my blood filled cock, slipping effortlessly up the slick, now widely stretched channel, in one long, hard thrust.

"Oh Bobbbbby," she groaned as her ankles locked behind my back, trapping me inside her. 

Five minutes later I stumbled from Natalie's room, naked, my cock swinging, heavy between my legs, sticky with her juices, a six inch strand of cum swinging precariously from its tip. Then collapsed into my bed and was dead to the world until my alarm woke me some six hours later. 

Minutes later I groggily tumbled out of bed and started towards the can -- butt ass naked.

"BOBBY!" 

"Mom?" I squawked, my hand racing downwards to cover my penis. 

"You shouldn't walk around like that," she chastised.

"Sorry ma, I thought you guys were getting your hair done," I mumbled, my face reddening.

"Natalie left earlier...then she's going to the Welsh house to get dressed...my appointment's at one-thirty."

"Want me to drive you?" I offered.

"Not with you dressed like that I certainly don't," she answered, and now there was a small grin at the corners of her mouth.

"Isn't your hairdresser called Monsieur Claude? It might just make his day," I teased, then wiggled my hips provocatively while watching how mom's eyes darted towards my groin. 

"You're terrible," she answered but with a laugh. "And Bobby, don't go back to bed. We've got to leave by three-fifteen."

"Do you think I'm going to be late for a date with the prettiest girl in town?"

"Hah, hah...gosh, I've got to leave...there's bacon and eggs in the kitchen honey," she said, leaned over and gave me a quick peck on the cheek, and then, after one last quick surreptitious glance down at my groin, turned and rushed towards the door. 

But if she had stayed a few seconds longer she would have seen her son in all his fully erect glory -- there was no way my hand could have disguised that. Moving into the can and then standing over the toilet bowl I wondered just how much she had seen. And what did she think of what she'd seen. God, not mom too, I thought to myself as I tried to piss through a rock hard hose... 

...It was a glorious late summer Florida day, and with lower than normal humidity it was perfect for a wedding. When Mom, my date for the day, came down the stairs at three-ten I couldn't stop the appreciative whistle that escaped from my lips.

"Stop that," she said but her smile betrayed her pleasure.

"What happened to that old lady I was supposed to escort today," I teased as I watched mom descend the last couple of steps. My buddies had always claimed my mom was the hottest mother in town and if they had seen her walk down those stairs that day their tongues would have been hanging down to their knees.

At thirty-six, her tall, trim but shapely body, combined with her light skin, blue eyes and blond hair, clearly reflected her Swedish ancestry. Unlike my red haired sister there was no mistaking the common Viking heritage mom and I shared. Two tall athletic blonds. "You look great mom," I said.

"You should be going with one of your little girlfriends, not me," she answered as I took her hand.

"They'll all be jealous of me...all the men at the wedding," I promised, then bent over and gave her a light peck on the lips. "You're beautiful ma," I insisted, staring into the blue eyes just inches from mine.

"I'm an old woman," she said with a grin, then added, "Now c'mon, we don't want to be late for Chrissie's marriage."

"You should go out more...date...there must be hundreds of guys who'd die to go out with you," I argued as we were driving towards the church minutes later. But it was a discussion we'd had before. Both Natalie and I had tried to raise the subject with mom many times over the proceeding three or four years. 

Dad had died when I was only nine and it was only when Natalie and I had became teens ourselves, when we had started to feel the hormones rushing through our own young, developing bodies, that we realized that mom was seemingly going without. At first she had brushed off our timid enquiries. Then when we got older, fifteen...sixteen, Nat and I worried that she was going without because of us. 

Her statements that, "I'm too busy for men," or "I have to take care of you guys," or "I've got to work overtime -- you guys got university coming up," or "once you're gone I'll," and on and on, had made us feel guilty. Made us feel mom was missing out because of us. She had even refused to let us work nights or weekends during the school year, insisting instead that we study and get an education, that flipping burgers for five bucks an hour was stupid when she could make fifty or sixty bucks an hour working overtime in the ER.

It was weird. For a couple of years at least I'd been encouraging her to date, Natalie had too, but at the same time I had slowly come to realize that I dreaded the thought of her in another man's arms. Now that I'd lost my virginity, now that I had been dancing naked for hundreds of women night after night, I'd realized I had been growing even more possessive of her. Why shouldn't it be me who sleeps with her I'd asked myself more and more often in the preceding months. It should be I who replaces my father in mom's bed, I'd told myself.

"Don't you worry about me," mom answered, breaking into my reverie, "once I get you off to university I'll go wild."

"Yeah sure mom," I agreed, having heard this same line at least fifty times over the last couple of years. "I love you... even if you don't like men," I told her, when after finally reaching the church and parking, we were walking up the path to the front door.

"I do like them...but you're my only man right now," she teased back.

"That's what I'm afraid of," I answered with a wry smile. Mom blushed and I had an almost overpowering urge to take her in my arms and kiss her.

"I wish we were getting married," I whispered in her ear as we stood just inside the door of the church waiting for the usher to guide us to our seats.

"What a crazy thing to say,' she said with a little titter in her voice, and I felt her hand tremble in mine.

I got more than a few curious yet knowing looks from the girls during the wedding. It was the first time they'd seen me since they'd seen me naked at the club. I'd wondered how they'd react. Jacqui and Trish, bridesmaids, both gave me appraising glances; even Chrissie, the bride, gave me a grinning look when she passed down the aisle on the arm of her father. She looked beautiful in white and for just a second I wished it was me she was marrying.

Of the girls who'd seen me dancing nude at the club only two nights earlier, it was only prissy Amanda who totally ignored me. But that was no surprise; she'd never really liked me anyway. She'd brought her boyfriend to the wedding, a rich guy called George from Boston who was in Law School and he was one of those guys who walked like he had something stuck up his ass.

Watching her during the wedding I decided I'd have a little fun with her during the reception. I thought why not, she'd been pretty free with her hands when I'd been dancing naked for her. In fact she hadn't been shy at all with her comments when she hadn't known it was her best friend's brother whose cock was swinging in front of her. 

But during the actual ceremony I found my eyes drawn again and again to the bodice of mom's summer dress. As my sister Natalie, whose bed I'd shared the last two nights, stood next to her best friend at the altar, it was the tops of mom's milky white breasts that continually tantalized me. That made my cock tent uncomfortably in my suit pants. Knew mom couldn't help but notice. Wondered what she thought...actually wanted to take one of her hands so primly placed in her lap and place it on my throbbing manhood...

*****

The reception was held at a local hotel and mom and I were some of the last guests to walk down the reception line. Bold, black haired Jacqui was the first of the girls in the line and coyly inquired if I had brought 'Robin'.

Mom, just ahead of me going down the line, turned and asked Jacqui, "Robin?"

"Oh, it's just one of Bobby's little friends Mrs. Cooper," the little minx said as she winked at me.

"I don't think I know her," mom mused aloud.

Giggling, Trish, the short brunette with the largest and most impressive breastworks of the girlfriends, butted in with, "We were all introduced the other night Mrs. C, and I must say we were all quite surprised and impressed."

Yours truly just had to smile sweetly and try to hurry mom down the line. Fortunately neither my sister Natalie nor the bride brought up 'Robin', 'Robin' who was in the process of filling with blood and lengthening in my pants.

"How come I haven't met this Robin?" mom asked after I'd escorted her to our table and held her seat for her as she sat.

"It's a joke ma...you know how the girls are always trying to kid me."

"So I won't get to meet her?" mom asked.

"Not tonight ma," I said, omitting to tell her she had seen 'Robin' earlier in the day when I'd popped into the hallway naked.

It turned into a great party after the meal finished and the dancing started. I danced with both Jacqui and Trish at the reception and neither of them, in spite of their being with dates, was shy in taking the opportunity to both tease and compliment me.  

"Do I get to see 'Robin' tonight?" sexy Jacqui, Natalie's wildest friend, teased as we danced a slow one after dinner. "I think I feel him," she laughed as she plastered her body against mine.

"Do you?"

"Uh huh...and if I'm not mistaken he seems to be getting bigger."

"I guess he likes you," I teased back.

Of course I danced with Natalie and mom, although both were so popular that I only got a couple of dances from each during the party. The only one of the friends I didn't get up on the dance floor was Amanda, the three or four times I tried to get her up for a dance she rebuffed me with one excuse or another. It just made me a little more eager to get her alone. It was near eleven at night when I finally got my chance.

"Hey, there you are," I said with feigned surprise in my voice as she passed the doorway I was lurking in. "I was afraid in all the rush we wouldn't get our dance tonight." I had followed her from the reception hall and watched as she had strolled down the long hallway past various other halls on her way to the lobby, where I watched as she'd bought some cigarettes. Then I'd ducked into a doorway when I'd seen her start back.

"Bobby? What are you doing here...I mean..." I could see her shock at seeing me, saw her eyes quickly flit nervously as she looked for a way to escape. I grabbed one of her hands and led her through the open doorway.

"But...we can't go in here," she said almost desperately as I led her through into the deserted and dimly lit meeting room.

"Just for one dance," I urged as I took her into my arms and pulled her against my body.

"There's no music...George's waiting," she said as she tried to pull back from me.

"You weren't so shy the other night," I teased, holding her tight. "In fact I seem to remember you were quite happy to-"

"That was disgusting. You should have told us...dancing naked," she said scornfully.

"I seem to remember you were quite eager to see Robin...in fact I think you might even have touched him," I laughed as my palms settled on her bum and pulled her even tighter against me.

"I was drunk...I don't remember...don't...please Bobby," she stammered as her face reddened.

I slid my hand between our bodies and quickly unzipped myself, then grabbed one of Amanda's hands and led it to the gaping opening through which Robin's head was proudly emerging.

"We can't...somebody will come...George would never understand," she complained even as her fingers circled me.

"It's just one dance," I replied as my hands started to lift Amanda's dress up her legs.

"What are you doing?" she cried when her dress was above her waist and I started to push her panties down.

Not one blond hair graced the mound that I bared, not one hair camouflaged the bright red slit that lay exposed. I pulled her against me so that my raging cock was trapped between her inner thighs.

"We can't...please Bobby," Amanda protested but I knew she was as excited as me.

"When do you go back to school anyway?" I whispered in her ear as I danced her around the room.

"Thursday...not til Thursday...please Bobby, let me go," she pled even while adjusting her legs so that my penis was fitted perfectly against her now moist gash.

"So we've got a few days," I said as I released her and then bent and picked up her panties off the floor.

"I don't want to...I won't...now give me my panties," she ordered, her composure and her bossy manner restored.

"They'll make a good souvenir," I said with a smile.

"But you can't...how will I explain to George?" she asked. 

"Amanda, surely you're not going to let him see you undressed tonight? You guys aren't even married. What would your poor mom say?" I asked as I twirled her delicate, lacy pink panties in the air and then turned and left the room whistling.

"You're horrible...I hate you," Amanda hissed at my back.

An hour later, Mom, Natalie and I were among the last to leave the party, all of us a little high from the excitement and the drinks we'd imbibed, mom especially.

******

"Is mom okay?" Natalie asked as I supported mom as we walked towards the front door of our house. It was just past one in the morning and we'd just got home from the reception. Mom, who hardly ever drank more than a couple of alcoholic drinks in an evening, was, now that the dancing was over, really starting to feel the champagne she'd been sipping all night.

"Yup...just a little too much to drink," I said, smiling at my sister. "You looked beautiful today Nat." She blushed quickly as she smiled shyly back at me.

"You too mum," I added as I gave my mother a kiss on the cheek. We got her inside and I sat her down on the couch in the living room. Natalie rushed off to make some coffee while I went upstairs to change. 

"Bobby, help...she passed out. Mommy," Natalie called, then nodded toward the couch when I came back into the living room dressed just in my boxer shorts.

"You got mommy drunk so you could take advantage of me," I teased as I encircled Natalie in my arms.

"Nooo...she could wake," Nat cried, wriggling to escape me.

"I'll carry her up to her room," I answered as I bent and lifted mom into my arms.

"You're sticking out," Nat said, pointing to my semi hard penis that had escaped through the slit and out into the air.

"Robin's hungry for you," I said with a menacing leer.

"Mom will see...put him back," she ordered as she tried to push my penis back in my shorts even as I carried mom toward the stairs. I was rock hard and still protruding proudly when I gently laid mom on her bed.

"Take off her shoes," I told Nat as I turned mother sideways and then lowered the zipper on her dress.

"I can do that," Natalie answered as I slipped one strap off mum's shoulder. "Bobby...you shouldn't," she added, looking up at me as I slipped the other strap off and pulled the dress down to her waist.

"Ma's wearing pretty sexy underwear," I said, then gave a short wolf whistle. My cock was at full attention.

"She'll wake," Natalie warned. Then she hissed, "No Bobby," when I unsnapped the yellow, silk demi bra that held up and displayed her breasts so perfectly.

"They're almost as nice as yours," I said when I'd bared my mothers chest. For a second I was tempted to sit on her stomach and slide my now throbbing shaft between her still perfect breasts.

"They're bigger than mine," Natalie said, a touch of envy evident in her voice as she watched her mom.

I stood and embraced Natalie from behind, then cupped her breasts through her gown and whispered in her ear, "You're the prettiest girl in the world." But she was right. Although hers were firmer and rode slightly higher on her frame, moms were larger, rounder and fuller than her beautiful daughters.

"Oh Bobby, we shouldn't," she cried while she pushed back against my surging shaft that had fit itself into the crack in her bum.

"I wish you weren't leaving," I said as I lowered the zipper on Natalie's gown. It rustled as it fell around her feet. "Sexy underwear too," I complimented as she bent to pick up the dress.

"I have to hang it." 

"I want to see them," I insisted as I undid her bra.

"She might wake up," Natalie protested feebly as my fingers moved to her nipples.

"Look at moms," I whispered in her ear as I caressed Natalie's body.

"We shouldn't...its wrong," she moaned as she slipped one of her hands behind her back and grasped the pole that was now pushing insistently against her bum.

"Both of us drank from them, drank momma's milk," I said softly as I gently pulled my sisters nipples. "Do you think she has any more for us?" I asked as I released Natalie and moved towards the bed.

"Don't! She'll wake...please Bobby," she begged as my lips closed over my mother's nipple. I sucked from one, then another, then slowly stood back up and kissed my sister.

"You're terrible," she lied as I bent my head and took one of her long, thick, pink nipples deep into my mouth. 

"I got to hang the dress...it'll be ruined," she said as she pulled away from my grasp. Grabbing the dress from the floor she took it to mom's cupboard where she found a hanger.

I moved back to the bed and slowly peeled moms matching panties down her legs as Natalie watched. "Cover her Bobby...please," she hissed as I knelt between mom's legs. Natalie slowly slipped her own panties down her legs as she watched me. Her red pubic patch was a lovely contrast to mom's wispy blond curls. 

"Soon," I promised, then lowered my head down between mom's legs.

"Please Bobby," Nat pled as she watched my nose and tongue disappear into her mother's sex.

My cock sprang upward, arching in need, throbbing as it demanded the vagina whose smell and taste were driving me wild. The vagina that had borne me out into the world so many years ago.

"BOBBY!" Louder now, Natalie cried, as she struggled to pull my head back from my mothers centre. 

Angry, wild, almost crazed with lust I leapt from the bed and engulfed my sister in my arms...then lifted her up roughly and dropped her down onto my burning spear.




Nude Dancing # 02: Mom



"Oh Bobbbbbby," Natalie moaned as I lowered her to the bed and started to pound inside her. Five minutes later I spewed my seed into my screaming, orgasming sister. Mother had slept through it all!

We spent the rest of the night in Natalie's bed. A night of hard urgent fucking that we both knew would have to last us for weeks...

...At four o'clock the next day, another sunny Florida Sunday afternoon, mom and I drove Natalie to the airport. And then for minutes I held my sobbing sister in my arms before she finally freed herself and disappeared through the gate.

"You two looked more like boyfriend and girlfriend than brother and sister," mom said as we walked towards the parking lot.

"I wish, she's so beautiful, so nice," I said.

"I miss her too Bobby," mom admitted, "so much."

"I know mom," I said as I took her hand. "Its crazy, we all belong together."

Mom and I kissed as man and woman for the first time thirteen days later...

*****

But before that I fucked Natalie's friend Amanda before she returned to school and her upper class boyfriend. My senior year of High School had started on the Monday after the wedding but I was determined to live up to the threat I'd made Amanda at the reception. She had said she was flying back to university on the following Thursday so my time and chances were limited. I gave her until Wednesday. I knew George had been scheduled to leave Tuesday night.

"Amanda?" I whispered hoarsely down the line, trying to disguise my voice and pass for the twit of a boyfriend she had. I was sitting on my motorcycle in her driveway. It was noon hour Wednesday and I'd just left my Chemistry class.

"Yes...who's calling? Is that you George? Where are you? Did you get home?"

"I miss you," I answered, mimicking George's foppish Bostonian accent.

"I'll be there on Friday," Amanda said, a girlish giggle in her voice.

"I'm so horny...I want to fuck you right now babykins," I said, using a term I'd heard the jerk use at the wedding reception.

"GEORGE!" 

"Are you in your bedroom?" I whispered huskily.

"Uh huh," she said, a deep sexy pant expelled as she spoke.

"Is your mom home or are you all alone?"

"All alone."

"Take off your clothes babykins...Georgie wants to see his sexy Mandy naked."

"No...you're crazy," she giggled.

"Send big George a picture of his little sweetie," I enticed as I walked into the Jones backyard where I found the patio door wide open. Standing in their kitchen I unbuttoned my shirt even while talking Amanda into getting naked. "Use your webcam...please babykins," then added, "I just took off my pants Amanda...I'm sitting on my bed...I'm holding the big boy, he wants to see you. Georgie poo wants to see his little sweetie pie," I crooned.

"I shouldn't, you're so bad," she complained as I lowered my shorts and hung them on the staircase post. 

"Are you naked?"

"Maybe," she whispered as I slowly climbed the stairs.

"Rub the phone between your legs-"

"George! No!"

"Touch yourself babykins," I urged as I approached her open bedroom door at the end of the hall. "Pretend I'm standing just outside your room, naked, about to come in-"

"I wish you were," she whispered, then screamed when I walked through the door.

"You little slut," I laughed, and as she dropped the phone, then stood and tried to dart from the room, I simply captured her and lifted her into the air.

"Nooooo....pleasssse Bobby," she pled as I pulled her naked body against mine. 

"I hate you," she moaned as I pushed my cockhead into her. Groaned when I tried to force my shaft deep inside of her tight, clenching little cunt.

"It's too big," she protested but I could feel her opening up, adjusting to me. I was standing in the middle of the room, holding her aloft, her tight ass supported by my hands, impaled on my thick shaft. I simply lifted her up and down, and on each dropping of her body another inch levered its way inside her cunt. She drummed her little fists futilely against my chest as more and more of my cock was welcomed inside her.

And then she was on her back on the bed, my body covering hers, and when one final lunge buried me completely her resistance suddenly died. 

"Bobbbby," she groaned as I started to move my hips slowly in and out.

"Do you like little Robin babykins?' I asked.

"I hate him," she groaned as she thrust her pelvis upward off the bed to meet my penetration, "and he's not little." 

"Should I take him out?" 

Her legs snapped shut around my back at she hissed her response, her need obvious. "Fuck me...fuck me Bobby...fuck babykins you bastard...yes...oh god yes," she groaned as her sexual juices flooded around my pistoning prick. 

She was coming for the third time, writhing as she screamed under me, when I finally shot my thick, warm ejaculate deep inside her. Then I fucked her again. Doggie style. Then, showing a rare and unexpected talent, she swallowed me whole, hungrily sucking my cream down when I finally came. Then we made love again, a third hard fucking that finished the two of us. I finally stumbled out of her bedroom at about four thirty in the afternoon, her last words to me, "I'll be home for three weeks at Christmas...or if you wanted you could come visit me in Boston..."

I wondered as I rode away if I'd put a baby inside her.

*****

"I've got Saturday off," mom announced the next morning at breakfast. She'd just got in from her overnight shift at the hospital.

"How come? Do you have a date," I blurted in surprise, aware at the same time of a jealousy born somewhere deep inside of me.

"No...I just wanted a weekend off for once. Maybe we could do something...we never see each other any more honey."

It was true, with mom working twelve hour, overnight shifts six days a week we hardly ever saw each other. We'd breakfast together most mornings after she'd got in from work and then see each other around dinner time before she left for work. But we never really just sat around and talked. "I'll take you to dinner...we'll go on a date...you and I," I said without thinking.

"A date? You're crazy, I'm your mother," she laughed as she shook her head. 

"We can see a movie afterward," I said, ignoring her protest. And within seconds we'd agreed to dinner and a movie, a family night out as mom called it.

***Saturday, September 9th -- First date with mom***

It was just a mother and her son going out to grab some Italian food and see a movie, a typical event that probably was going to be repeated in a million American households that night, but even so we were both nervous when Saturday afternoon arrived. Mom even suggested we order a pizza in and rent a movie instead. 

"Unh uh, we're going out. I'm going to find you a boyfriend this year if it kills me," I promised. "This will be a practice date, a warm up for the real thing when you finally find a man," I teased.

"You're so funny," she sneered.

"C'mon, get outta here and get dressed. You're handsome date is going to pick you up in thirty minutes," I ordered.

"What'll I wear?"

"Hah! Like you've never been on a date before."

"I haven't...at least not for ten years," she said wistfully. 

"Something sexy...and put on some of the perfume you were wearing at the wedding."

"Sexy? What perfume?" mom asked.

"Pretend I'm a handsome man you're trying to impress...one of those doctors you're always chasing around the hospital," I said with a smile. 

"I am not," she started to protest but then stopped and smiled when she saw my grin. "Ha, you think you're so smart, don't you?"

She finally decided on a simple, off white, pleated skirt that reached just below her knees, topped by a spaghetti strapped, dark blue, silk cami. I could see she was self conscious as she slowly came down the stairs. Her breasts jiggled with each step she descended. 

When she reached the bottom I handed her a bouquet of red roses I'd bought earlier.

"But...how come," she stammered, "It's not my birthday or anything."

"Your first date in ten years?"

"Thanks Bobby," she finally said, then, with a tear slipping down her cheek, leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on my cheek. She was wearing the perfume! And as she leaned over I could see the top third of her breasts and couldn't help but notice the sexy, light blue, lace, half bra she'd worn to display them. She wanted her son to see her breasts, wanted to excite me, I realized.

We had fun! It was just a small, inexpensive neighborhood restaurant but the dim lighting, the intimacy of a small, candlelit corner table, the carafe of house wine, the way our knees touched under the table, the great food, it all contributed to creating a new sense of closeness between us.

For the first time in our lives we talked to each other as adults. I found that I liked her. Liked the way she talked directly to me -- like an equal. During the hour and a half we lingered over dinner we discussed politics, her work, my choice of universities, Natalie, our hopes for the future. She was more intelligent than the girls I normally dated. She was a welcome change from the high school girls who giggled as they discussed make-up and clothes and the mall and... 

We even skirted around the issue of sex. She tentatively probed, asking me who I was dating, what teenagers were doing these days, was I serious about anyone. She didn't actually ask the question I knew she wanted answered. 

But I told her anyway. "I'm not a virgin mom."

"Oh," was her only immediate response, the surprise evident in her eyes and open mouth. "Do you want to talk about it?" she finally asked.

"The movie's starting soon," I said, stalling but said in a tone that indicated I just might like to talk about it in the future.

"Oh, ok, maybe later," mom answered, a cute little blush on her cheeks.

"And maybe we can talk about your sex life too," I threatened lightly as I took her hand.

"Ha. Not much to talk about there," she grumbled with a grin.

After we'd walked hand in hand across the square to the local Cineplex, I tentatively placed my right arm around my mother's shoulders as we sat back in our seats as the film started up. Ma had picked a chick flic in spite of my protestations but she made no comment when my right arm encircled her; in fact instead she leaned her shoulder against me and then adjusted herself so her head rested comfortably in the crook of my shoulder. I lightly, almost absent mindedly, caressed her upper arm and shoulder with the hand that was draped around her. 

Her top was loose enough so that I could easily see most of her breasts, full, white breasts whose pink nipples were just covered by the wispy lace bra that struggled to contain them. She continued to watch the film, pretending complete interest in the characters up on the screen, when I took her left hand, which had been lying limply in her lap, into mine. For the rest of the film our hands remained interlocked, an unvoiced promise of the future total intertwining of our bodies.

****8

"A dance?" I asked after we'd finally got home just before twelve and had settled in the living room, neither of us having been quite ready to end our wonderful night.

"It's late...you should save your dancing for your girlfriends," mom answered, but the excitement in her eyes belied her words.

We danced just once, to a slow tune that just encouraged us to lock our bodies together. We hardly moved, just swayed together, my blood filled penis against her mound, her hard nippled breasts pushed urgently into my chest. 

I was afraid to kiss her when the dance ended. I knew that if I did nothing could stop me from simply forcing her to the carpet and stripping her of her clothes. Nothing would stop me from forcing her legs apart and penetrating her. 

"I better go," mom said. "We can't...I had a wonderful evening," her words stammered nervously as she backed towards the door. I knew as she fled she wanted me as much as I wanted her.

Later I lay in my bed for hours, naked, stroking myself softly, the still lingering scent of mom's perfume and the vision of her milky white breasts driving me again and again to a spurting ejaculation. 

***Saturday, September 16th --Second date with mom***

We ate Mexican the following Saturday before heading to Tampa's number one Latin Salsa dancing club. Mom had been dubious when I'd suggested it early in the week, complaining she didn't know how to do it. She learned pretty quick!

Mom could dance! It was she who first got Natalie and then me dancing. My success as a nude dancer could be directly traced back to the encouragement she'd given Natalie and I as kids. But since dad had died her dancing had been confined to home, to laughing evenings where the three of us would dance for hours. 

And while she may have enjoyed it, these fun evenings with her young children, it had been dancing without the excitement of sex, without the potential of the evening ending with a man and woman naked, thrashing entwined in ecstasy. That night, for the first time, I saw the truly sexual animal that lay at the heart of my mother, the erotic woman that had lured my father. 

"I'm getting old," mom complained after returning from the dance floor, a slight pant in her voice. But it was her flashing, happy smile that really indicated her mood. She was sweating, the deep v-neck in her dark red dress gaping open, her breasts heaving and her nipples hard under the thin silk. She'd originally refused to wear it when I'd presented it to her that afternoon. I'd slowly worn down her arguments that it was too expensive, too young for her, too immodest.

"You'll look beautiful mom," I'd promised. "You have to dress like this if you're going to go salsa dancing. C'mon, try it on," I'd urged as I held it up against her body.

Two minutes later, after disappearing into her room, she'd reappeared, a small blush on her cheeks, excitement in her eyes.

"It's too..." she exclaimed, her hands indicating the bust line, the way the hem rode high above her knees.

"Ma, if you're going to go Latin you gotta go all the way."

"But Bobby...do you really think it'll be all right?"

"You'll be the prettiest girl in the room," I promised, but then added as I ran my eyes over her, "And it'll even better without the bra."

"It will?" she asked as her fingers tried to move the bra straps so they wouldn't be seen.

"You don't wear a bra with that dress mom," I instructed as though I was some fashion designer, then simply stepped behind her and undid the clasp and then smoothly removed mom's bra.

"But, people will be able to see," she started to protest.

"That's the point," I said with a smiling leer.

"BOBBY!"

"Do you own a thong ma?" I teased, then jumped back from her threatened smack.

Mom had worn the dress! And she looked more than good in it. As every male's eyes in the club attested to. And mom had fed off the attention. 

She hadn't stopped dancing since we'd arrived in the club two hours earlier. The only blond woman in the club, her beauty had been like a beacon, continually drawing man after man into her light. "Hah," I complained, "just when it's my turn to have a dance you pretend you're tired."

"I'm not that tired," she laughed as she grabbed my hand and led me back towards the dance floor, "and you seemed to be doing all right young man. It looked like that last little girl you were dancing with was going to eat you."

"Mother!"

Salsa is sex! Once those Latin tunes start reverberating in your head, it's all you think about. And with the prettiest woman in the room in your arms, her love for you clear in her eyes, there's nothing else. And over the following half hour in that club, we made love to each other. No, there was no penis penetrating a vagina, but there was a man and woman who with every dance step we made proclaimed to the other (and to everyone watching in he club) our desire.

It had been thirteen days since Natalie had left. I kissed mom for the first time later that night. After we'd got home. We were both excited. Happy. Feeling sexy. We didn't talk. Instead for minutes, just inside the front door, we let our lips and tongues explore the other's. 

"We can't...its wrong," she panted desperately when our lips finally separated, then Cinderella-like she fled up the stairs barefoot, leaving just two shiny, red, high heeled dancing shoes as evidence she'd been there. For minutes I stood rooted to the spot, looking upwards to where I'd last seen mom, furiously masturbating until my penis finally shot out spurting strands of cum that arced out and then downwards and onto her shoes.

***The Following Weekend --in Miami visiting Natalie***

I had organized to visit Miami and the University for the weekend of the 22nd to 24th, ostensibly to decide if I was going to join my sister Natalie there the next fall. Of course I had already decided I was going to enroll there! It was just an excuse I'd used with mom to justify my trip. The real plan was that Natalie and I were going to rent a hotel room on South Beach and then spend three days making love.

"Don't you need any money?" mom had asked me Wednesday night at dinner, the day before I was to leave.

"No, I'm still ok," I'd answered, "still got some left from the summer job."

"But you've been spending so much lately honey. Dinners and flowers for me...a dress... your girlfriends...now this trip...you haven't asked me for a cent all summer." It was almost as much complaint as it was question. "You're not still working are you?" she went on to ask.

"Just the odd job," I answered casually, not wanting to raise any of mom's suspicions just then.

"We agreed, no working during the school year," mom complained, my mom who had no idea I'd danced all summer in the strip club, instead believing I'd been working a shift at a local health club.

"It's just a couple of nights a week," I said, hoping she'd drop the subject.

"That wasn't our deal young man," mom said in her most parent like voice. "I don't want you making poor grades for some five dollar an hour job. I have lots of money."

"You work too hard mom," I answered, "and besides, if I don't take you out you'll just sit at home and watch TV."

"I will not."

"And next weekend I'm taking you dancing again," I promised as I moved towards he door. 

"Is your sister working too," mom asked just before I was able to escape.

"Don't think so...she didn't say anything...why?"

"She hasn't asked for anything either. Not for books, or school, or-"

"She's got a scholarship mom...and worked all summer."

"Still," mom started, her curiosity definitely raised.

"I'll ask her, let you know when I get back," I promised, "but I gotta go now mom, I promised Karen I'd help her with our history project tonight before I left."

"Alright... but you and I are going to have a talk when you get home," mom threatened.

I went directly to the club from home, and got home just after two with enough money in my pocket to pay for my weekend in Miami. I'd danced some forty table dances during my shift. Naked. For maybe twenty different women. Young and old. Fat and thin. Good looking and not so good looking. They all wanted 'Robin'. They couldn't even begin to guess that the only person who was going to get close to 'Robin' over the next three days was my big sister!

Natalie and I didn't go anywhere near Coral Gables and the U from the time my plane landed in Miami Thursday night until I left Sunday afternoon at five. Instead we went directly to South Beach where we checked into a small, upscale Art Deco hotel as man and wife. Mr. and Mrs. Robert Cooper.

It was different, exciting to finally be able to act as lovers in public without worrying. For three days we did things that we wouldn't dare have done at home. Kissing in public, walking hand in hand on Lincoln Drive, having my sister lying topless on the sand next to me, holding her in my arms in the breaking surf, dancing wantonly together in the clubs, walking naked together down a nude beach...




Nude Dancing # 02: Mom



And being away from home somehow the sex was even better if that was possible. We had time to explore every inch of the others body, to lick and suck and kiss and touch and...

To simply revel in the feel of Natalie's moist cunt all around my penis as I left it buried deep and motionless inside her for minute after minute.

To taste her. Lick her little pink erection until her thrashing center spewed out her female orgasm onto my lapping tongue...

To feel her moist tongue run moistly up and down my length until she took my spouting cockhead deep into her mouth and swallowed my seed...

To slide my penis repeatedly through the channel I'd formed between her breasts...

To force my bulb through her tight but lubricated anus...

And finally to push my sperm deep into her depths as her insides spasmed around my cock.

When we finally kissed goodbye at the airport gate Sunday afternoon we were more in love than ever. She didn't have to ask me what school I was going to attend the next fall. Or who I was going to live with. She knew.

But she didn't now that there would be three of us living together...I hadn't told Natalie before I left that I was going to sleep with her mother. That our future was three people, not just the two of us.

***Saturday, September 30th --Third date with mom***

We stayed home for our third 'date', mom having insisted that she'd BBQ some steaks, that I shouldn't waste all my money when we could stay home. I also knew she was eager to grill me on where I was getting my money.

"So talk young man," mom ordered as we sat sipping our wine after we'd finished eating. It was almost ten but the tropical heat still lingered in the night air.

"Promise you won't get mad," I demanded as I stood and walked towards the hot tub that sat at the edge of the patio, a tub situated so that it was protected from prying neighborly eyes by a thick hedge.

"Why? What have you been up to Bobby?" mom asked suspiciously as she stood.

"C'mon, get your suit on...I'll tell you the whole story in the tub."

"But," she started, then stopped when I pulled my t-shirt over my head and then slipped my shorts down my legs, leaving me only in a pair of boxers.

"I could tell you some other time," I said casually as I stepped down into the swirling water.

"Don't you go anywhere," she ordered in her most authoritative voice, "I'll be right back."

And she was, carrying a couple of towels and dressed in a slinky black bikini that accentuated every one of her curves. She couldn't help but notice that my wet boxers were lying in a heap at the edge of the patio.

"Its dark ma, no one can see," I said when I saw her quizzical look. Except maybe you mom, I thought to myself. 

"Still, you shouldn't be naked in front of your mother," she answered dubiously as she put the towels on the table and picked up her glass and started towards the tub. "Is your story going to make me mad Bobby?"

"You better bring the bottle mom," I warned. 

"You remember how I was supposed to work at the club this summer," I finally started after she'd lowered herself into the warm, swirling waters. She sat directly across from me in the six foot diameter tub.

"What do you mean supposed to? You did work there...didn't you?"

"Do you remember the night of my birthday?" I asked.

"Your birthday? What does that have to do with where you worked this summer?" mom asked as she slid around the tub towards me, all her motherly suspicions now raised.

"It's sorta complicated mom," I said, a dubious tone in my voice.

"We have all night young man," mom insisted.

"But-"

"No buts Bobby," mom ordered as she grabbed my arm as I started to slide away from her.

So, with yours truly sitting naked in a hot tub, with my penis (a soon hard penis by the way) floating in the water, with my bikini clad mom sitting so close to me that our bodies almost seemed connected from hip to ankle, I started to tell mom the story of where I'd worked all summer and how I'd got the job in the first place.

"You went to a strip club on your eighteenth birthday?" mom demanded when I'd told her how I and my two buddies had snuck into the club. "That's disgusting," she said when I told her I'd had a girl dance naked for me.

"She took you home to her apartment?" mom screeched when I told her the next part of the story. Then she really exploded when I explained who the girl was and what happened.

"A whore? A Cuban whore? Twenty how old? Seducing my baby? Is she one of those illegal's?" mom spat out at the top of her voice.

"Ma...the neighbors...they'll hear."

"Fuck the neighbors," ma answered loudly, then swallowed her full glass of wine in one gulp. I was stunned. I'd never heard mom swear in my life, let alone use the 'F' word.

I waited until she finally mumbled out an, "I'm sorry."

"It's OK mom," I said as I put my arm around her shoulder.

"It is not OK Robert, in fact it's very much not OK. Now I wonder son if you could tell your mother how your sleeping with a diseased, immigrant prostitute has anything to do with where you worked this summer?"

"Maybe we should discuss that tomorrow," I delayed.

"ROBERT!"

"No more shouting?"

"Tell me," she ordered quietly but with steel in her voice.

It was weird. I was sitting naked in a hot tub, with my arm around mom, and with a hard-on throbbing painfully against my stomach, and I was about to tell my mother I'd been working as a male stripper for the last four months. I realized I wanted to tell her, wanted her to see my cock.

It didn't go that well!

The story took a while to tell. It was interrupted numerous times by angry comments and by demands for clarification. Mom finished the bottle of wine.

I at last came to the end of the story, the final confession being that since school started I had still been working Wednesday and Friday nights at the club.

"So, let me just see if I've got this straight," mom finally started, her eyes boring into mine. "My eighteen year old son, who I believed was an honest, loving child, has for months been lying to his poor mother. His mother who's been working sixty and seventy hours every week so he won't have to." Getting no immediate response from me she demanded, "Is that right?"

"Yes ma," I admitted.

"Sleeping with foreign prostitutes?"

"She wasn't exactly a prostitute ma."

"And spending his nights in some dive taking his clothes off for a bunch of sick, perverted women?"

"Yes ma," I agreed, knowing there was no point in arguing.

"Get out...go to bed."

"What?"

"Bobby if you don't immediately get out of my sight I may just drown you."

My, "But ma," was simply met by a stony glare and her arm pointing towards the backdoor, a place she obviously expected me to disappear through ASAP.

In spite of my trying to cover myself with my hands, she couldn't miss the hard-on I was sporting as I hopped out of the tub and scrambled towards the door. Her ominous words, "We will be talking about this again young man," were directed at my back as I disappeared through the door.

*****

The next day, Sunday, was difficult for both of us. We both stayed in bed til almost noon, our plans to not see each other foiled by bad timing when we both arrived in the kitchen at the same time.

Mother made breakfast. Silently.

I told her about the money later in the afternoon. 

"How much," she demanded when I'd told her how much I'd made over four months.

"Over forty thou ma," I answered softly.

"You gave some to Natalie didn't you?" Seeing my nod she went on, "And she knew where it came from?"

"She wasn't much happier than you...about my dancing I mean," I added. "I had to convince her to take it. I told her you wouldn't have to work so hard...that maybe you'd finally get some rest...be able to go out..."

"You used me as an excuse? God Bobby, I want you to quit...no, I'm ordering you to quit."

"No...I won't," I refused as I stood and then left the room.

We started in again at dinner. "Why not?" she asked after she'd banged down my plate in front of me.

"It's not just the money...I mean sure that's the most important thing," I tried to explain. "I like it," I finally admitted quietly.

"You like dancing naked?" she asked incredulously. "Why?"

"I like performng...I like it when they look at me...touch me...I like it that they want me..."

"Its just sex! That's not what I taught you...it's not love," she cried.

"It makes me feel like you felt the other night at the club...when you were dancing...flaunting your body...showing them all your-"

"I wasn't naked! Men weren't touching me," she yelled back.

"I was. They all wanted to. I wanted you, I love you!" I yelled, then stormed away.

*****

"I know you do," mom said an hour later. She was standing in the doorway of my room.

"How many men have you slept with anyway...since dad died I mean?" I asked. I could see the anger flash across her face, then a wry smile appeared as she walked across the room and sat next to me on the bed.

"I've maybe had sex ten times in nine years...with three men," she finally admitted.

"Do you like it? I mean did you and dad-"

"Yes, we loved it," she said as she put her arm around me. "I miss him so much honey," she added as we hugged.

We rested in each others arms silently for a good ten minutes before mom finally broke the silence by asking, "So, are you going to stop dancing?"

I countered with, "Are you going to start having a little more of a sex life?"

As she wiped a tear from her cheek she answered, "Yes, I think I just might. Especially if I can get you out of the house once in a while." 

"Well, I'll be dancing some nights, maybe you could-"

"Bobby," she warned.

"Well, come and watch then. Wednesday. You can see what it's really like."

"I certainly have no plans to go to any club where men take off their clothes," mom promised.

I fell asleep imagining what it would be like to slide the stool between mom's knees, to mount it naked, to let her see what her son had become...

***Wednesday, September 20th -- The 'Cock Pit' Club***

She had disguised herself but there was no way I wouldn't recognize mom, black wig and dark framed glasses notwithstanding. She had slipped into the club just after eleven-thirty and chosen a small table in the back up against the wall. She had arrived just in time to see me go up for my turn on the stage. I'd known she'd come.

I pretended I didn't notice her as I went through my routine; instead I concentrated on the screaming women who surrounded the stage. But I was surreptitiously watching every move she made as I danced around the stage... as I slowly let my Batman costume cape fall off my shoulders and fall to the stage...as I peeled the red, silk cock sheathe tantalizingly down my penis while the women chanted, "ROBIN... ROBIN... ROBIN...," until my cock was swinging free in the humid, smoke filled air.

When the second song of my set ended, after pulling on my immodest penile covering, I descended the two steps from the stage to the club floor where I was met by a throng of excited, giggling women, who as they stuffed dollar bills under the elasticized cord, didn't hesitate touching my muscular, sweat covered body.

Anonymous hands and fingers that shamelessly ran over my groin and butt. Married thirty year olds who fought to squeeze and caress my naked teenage flesh. I finally broke away and headed for the area where mom sat, but stopped on my way and grabbed a dancing stool before continuing towards her table.

"Don't Bobby, go away," she hissed when I slipped the stool between her knees, her eyes darting everywhere to check who was watching.

"They'll call me to another table if I don't pretend I'm dancing for you," I explained as I hopped up onto the stool and knelt in front of her.

"I didn't know...didn't know they'd be so wild...crazy," mom stammered, struggling to keep her eyes on mine and not letting them drift lower.

"They're just having a girls night out...just having a little fun," I said as I pulled the bills from my where the women had stuffed them.

"Its disgusting...they shouldn't be allowed to touch you," mom said but now her eyes were avidly following my fingers as they pushed aside the thong and released a cascade of dollar bills. "Is it like this every night?" she asked.

"Pretty much."

"And that's why the girls were asking about you Robin at the wedding?" she asked as she nodded her head at the letters that spelled R...O...B...I...N the length of the material.

"Un huh. I told you that you might not want to meet him," I said with a smile. I could feel my cock starting to grow.

"You and the girls making me think it was your girlfriend," she complained. 

"They were more surprised than you ma. When I took off my mask and let them see my face I thought they were going to have heart attacks."

"Does it ever get," mom started, then stopped.

"What?"

"Get hard...I mean erect...when you're dancing?" mom asked as her face reddened. I was already stretching, lengthening as she asked the question, a process that only sped up at her words.

"Not often...the boss doesn't like it. I did when the girls were here though."

"The girls saw it? Natalie?" she asked as she stared at my thickening snake.

"Yeah. It was weird, I wanted them to see it," I answered as my cock bobbed upward against my stomach, now fully erect. "I want you to see it," I added, then moved even closer to her.

"You're like your daddy," she finally said after seconds of silence.

"Am I?"

"Yes honey," she whispered, seemingly mesmerized by my penis which was bobbing just inches from her stomach as I knelt on the stool between her legs.

"I love you mom," I whispered back as a drop of precum dripped from the tip of my cock and fell stickily onto her hand which rested in her lap. 

She left a minute later, blushing as she nervously escaped, her final words a stammered, "We'll talk later...not tonight...I don't...oh, you can't keep doing..." Her last words drowned out by the relentless noise of the club.

She was lying on her back on the top of her sheets when I entered her room just after two in the morning. She was naked, her legs spread wide, and even in the dim light I could easily see the pink opening of her sex through the thin blond curls that did little to mask it.

Though she didn't move and though she was trying to control her breathing, I knew she was awake. I watched her silently for minutes before I finally tip-toed away but I heard a low moan escape from mom's lips as I left.

****Loving****

I woke before mom the next morning -- quickly showered and then filled the bath tub with water and bubble bath.

"What?" mom squealed when she came awake as I lifted her out of her bed and started to carry her across the room.

"BOBBY!!!!" my naked mother shrieked as I carried her into the bathroom and stepped into the tub.

"Don't," she tried to order as I lowered her slowly into the warm water.

"You're terrible," she accused as she looked up at me standing above her.

"Am I? I asked.

"No honey," she finally whispered as she reached up and circled my straining penis with her hands, pulling me down to join her in the soapy water. 

"Oh mommy," I moaned as I slowly slid down to my knees and then kissed my mother's lips. It was the hungriest kiss I'd ever tasted, mother's almost desperate need clear as her lips crashed against mine, as she pushed and forced her wet tongue deep into my mouth.

Her fingers were still clasping my penis tightly as our bodies came together in a wet and soapy embrace that sent a flood of sudsy water cascading over the side of the tub. I grabbed her still firm bum in both my hands, lifting her upwards as I spread her wider. Her hand desperately guided my penis until my bulbous cockhead was perfectly placed to split her. I pushed upward as I forced her hips down over me.

"Oh Gawd...Bobby...I've been waiting so long baby...soooo long honey," mom gasped as my penis slid smoothly inside of her tight but lubricated channel.

We were oblivious to our surroundings, the water, the bubbling suds, the hard surface of the tub, as we coupled urgently. Mom's cries of passion echoed between the tiled walls as we both rushed towards orgasm, an orgasm soon arrived at by both of us. It had hardly taken a minute inside mom before I was uncontrollably spurting my sperm into the woman who'd borne me. 

But I knew I had no reason to apologize for my premature ejaculation, knew her orgasm was unlike any she'd had in ten years.

"Leave it in," she cried as our bodies separated.

Laughing I drew her up with me as I stood, kissed her even as her hand captured my still rock hard manhood.

Guided back inside her I stood, holding her against me, then stepped out of the bath tub and started to carry her towards her bed. Her legs locked around my back as her tongue slid in my ear.

"It's beautiful," she whispered. "Your cock...it's so beautiful."

"You're the beauty," I insisted as I set her down on the bed on her back with me on top of her.

"Fuck me...fuck mommy...fill mommy up," she demanded as her nails penetrated my back.

I did, but this time I didn't hurry. Slowly pushed my full, thick length to the bottom of her depths, then slowly retreated, making her feel every fat inch of my manhood. "Nooooo," she moaned as my cockhead popped out of her, leaving her empty. Then took first one, then her other nipple in my mouth and stretched them with my teeth. 

Then I slowly penetrated her again as my fingers found her pink, clitoric erection. Again and again I slowly filled her, accompanying each slow thrust with kisses and caresses. Finding her clitoris and rubbing it with the lubricated head of my cock each time I pulled completely out of her.

"Please...please baby...leave it...faster...yes honey," mom demanded when I started to thrust in hard, short, deep strokes. Then I lifted her legs onto my shoulders, opening her completely, as my cock started its bucking ejaculation inside of her. 

Then she licked me from head to toe. "Aren't you going to cook me breakfast?" I teased as her tongue inched towards my erection.

"Eat me," she ordered, then swung her hips so that her engorged, oozing gash was above my mouth. Then she slowly lowered her mouth over my straining shaft, swallowing me as her fingers found my testicles....

An hour later she was sitting impaled in my lap at the kitchen table, naked, spooning the omelet she'd just cooked for me into my mouth while she slowly raised and lowered herself on my cock.

Then, replenished by the food, we got serious about the lovemaking. For like twenty-four hours straight. 

"You're bigger," mom groaned as I rode her doggy style on the living room floor sometime in the afternoon. I pulled her back into me by her breasts each time I thrust my hips forward, grinding every inch of my thick sex into her depths. Her sounds muffled somewhat by the fact her mouth was buried in the thick pile of the rug, she was squealing in pleasure when my hose splashed out its thick load of cream...

In the late afternoon, as a rain cloud poured down a teeming shower upon us, we sat entwined in the hot tub, making love slowly as the sounds of thunder roared in the distance...

Later, as I lay on my back in our bed, mom spent an hour eating me. Licking me, sucking me, then stopping each time she sensed I was close...then slowly starting again. Then finally bringing me to orgasm, she held her mouth open, welcoming the strand after strand that spurted from my cockhead....

"I love you, I want your baby inside me," were mom's last words to me that night as we lay panting after one final coupling. 

"You're my wife now," I whispered.

******

It was easy after that first day and night. It had simply been so good that neither of us even questioned what we were doing. There was no moral dilemma that faced us. There was no chest beating or recriminations. Any hesitation mom had previously had was washed away by the lovemaking -- lovemaking she'd gone without for close to ten years.




Nude Dancing # 02: Mom



I moved into her room. Within two weeks mom had changed her shift so that she was working days, and although she still worked twelve hour shifts, she only worked five days a week. We spent our night's locked together, making love with an intensity that almost scared me. 

I finally told mom about Natalie and I three weeks later. 

"Your sister?" she gasped, still panting from the bout of lovemaking we'd just finished.

"Yes."

"Does she know...about me?"

"No."

"Maybe she won't want-"

"We'll always be together...it was destined, fated...you're both my wives now," I promised.

"Put your baby inside me," mom demanded as she rolled on top of me.

****Thanksgiving with Natalie***

Natalie knew three minutes after she'd walked in the front door on the Wednesday night of the long Thanksgiving weekend. She'd gotten a drive home with one of her classmates who also lived in Tampa.

She knew when I engulfed her in my arms like a lover seconds after she'd arrived...as she felt my tongue hungrily slide between her lips her eyes widened in surprise as they sought out mom...

She knew when I lifted her in my arms and started to carry her up the stairs to her bedroom... 

She knew when, as I was urgently stripping the clothes from her body, she looked up and saw her mother standing in the doorway...watching silently...

She knew when I knelt between her naked legs as she lay open on the bed and brought my throbbing penis to her already engorged and moist gate...

Natalie knew when she cried out a needy groan of, "Ohhhh Bobbbby," as my cock slid inside her...

Knew when she saw her suddenly naked mother sit down on the bed next to her and take her hand in hers as my penis pistoned inside her...

"Mommmmmmmmyyyyyyy," she screamed as I completely filled my sister.

She knew when, after I'd ejaculated my cum deep inside her, I pulled my still hard penis from her and slowly inserted it into her mother...

The next morning, all of us still sticky and sweaty from our night of lovemaking, we started to make plans for the rest of our lives. 

THE END

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