Copyright 2002, Kirk. ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit or on another website without the written permission of the author. The author may be contacted by writing mrdouble@mrdouble.com. Original posting date: Saturday PM, Jan 11, 2003 A wildPage story from MrDouble's archive, Filename: thedance.txt http://www.mrdouble.com Story_codes: mF mother/son Story_intro: A wedding reception dance leads to other things The Dance Written by Kirk I hated weddings. The only reason I went was because of my mother. She had begged me to go with her. She didn't know anyone and hated to go alone. I only said okay because she promised we'd leave early and that the drinks would be on her. Imagine my surprise when she came down the stairs looking like a model. She wore a tight, black dress that hugged her body in the right places and stooped at her knees. Absolutely stunning. I was speechless and for a brief second I think she knew why. "You like?" she asked with a grin. I knew I was blushing. "Yeah mom – I love it." I watched her collect her things and we left for the wedding. The night went okay and not as bad as I expected. The fact that mom bought all of my drinks – a total of four beers helped. She even had a couple herself to loosen up which was a rare thing for her. Throughout the night I couldn't help noticing how good she looked. On more than one occasion I told myself I shouldn't be looking at her the way I was. If she didn't notice someone else might. The only thing I had going for me was that noone really knew she my mother except for a couple of the other guests. When the dancing started I parked myself at a table and watched her accept invitation after invitation to dance. She accepted most of them and I sat back, watching her move. I couldn't believe how good she was, nor how good she looked. I danced with a couple of the girls my age but oddly enough I found myself glancing in mom's direction as she danced. I loved watching her way more than I should. When I sat back down mom came over and grabbed my hand. "Oh no you don't. You still have to dance with me." It was a slow one and she was smiling and impish smile. She knew how much I hated slow dancing. I was all left feet and had told her as much on enough occasions. "You really don't want me out on that floor." "Oh yes I do. Come on." She pulled me to my feet and led the way. I actually glanced down at her ass while we walked towards the dance floor. What the hell was wrong with me? On the dance floor, mom placed my hands on her hips and her arms around my neck. I was as awkward as ever but tried to keep up some sort of rhythm. This time I didn't glance anywhere else. I was enjoying this and I knew it was for the wrong reasons. As we danced we moved a little closer to one another. At one point her breasts pressed against me and my hands tightened a little on her waist. I'm not sure if she noticed but she didn't moved away at all. The song ended and another slow song started up. "Do you want to stay out here, hon?" she asked. I looked down at her. Her face was close to mine and I found myself getting a little nervous. Did she realize the effect she was having on me? I wanted to attribute it to the beer but I knew that wasn't it. There was more than that. "Sure. If you want to," I stammered. "Good. This is nice." She rested her head on my shoulder and I swear she purposely pressed up closer to me although I know it had to be my imagination. Mom's hips brushed against mine while we danced and I became painfully aware that I was becoming aroused. This scared the shit out of me. What would I do if she noticed? How would she react to the fact that her own son was sporting an erection on the dance floor while dancing with his own mother? At one point mom's cheek touched mine and she said something that I couldn't make out. I said "what" and moved my head at the same time she did and our lips touched for a brief second. Mom pulled her head back slightly and a smile played on her lips, her eyes boring into mine. "What did you say?" I asked. "I asked if you wanted to sit down?" "Do you?" "No. Not really," she said. "You sure you're not uncomfortable?" I shook my head, not knowing why she would ask when she shocked me by pressing her hips to mine. "That's why I asked," she said. She was talking about my erection! She did notice it! Before I could stammer some lame excuse she moved her face next to mine again. "Don't worry hon," she whispered. "It's natural. We've both had a few drinks and it's sort of flattering to have this affect on a young man again." I didn't know what to say so I kept silent but continued dancing. Our bodies were pressed closer together now and every once in a while her hips would roll against my erection again – almost suggestively. A couple of times I would feel her breath on my neck and my heart pulse would quicken. I continued to resist pushing my erection against her out of nervousness and fear, but my hands remained on her hips as we moved together. "Honey." "Yes?" Mom pulled her head back slightly so that we were looking at each other. "I'm really enjoying this," she whispered, her lips were close to mine and I glanced down at them. "I am too, mom." "I can tell." I didn't know what to say to that. She smiled slightly and pressed closer. Without another word she brought her face closer to mine and kissed me. Softly at first. When our lips parted I couldn't resist following hers for another soft kiss. This led to another one, slightly longer. The intent obvious now. Mom looked into my eyes again. Her cheeks were slightly flushed. "Honey... follow me." She kissed me again quickly and took my hand from her hip. I was disappointed at first, not quite wanting to stop. She led me by the hand to a darker corner of the reception hall. My heart was pounding at this point and my mind was racing. She stopped and turned to me, placing her arms around my neck again and pressing up close to me. "Let's dance here honey." I started to say okay but my words were cut short when she kissed me again. This time the soft kiss turned into a series of kisses, each one lingering a little longer than the last. My hands slipped around to the small of her back while we kissed and moved slowly to the music. After a few moments I felt her lips part and the tip of her tongue traced my lower lip. I responded and in that instant we had progressed from simple kissing to having our tongues searching for one another. She sighed into my mouth as we kissed, her mouth open and accepting my tongue. My hands found her ass and she sighed again, pressing her hips at me. Breathless our lips parted and I found myself tracing a path of kisses over her cheek and down to her neck. "Yes baby..." she moaned softly as I continued to kiss and nuzzle her neck. I had become braver and my hands now roamed freely over her ass, squeezing and caressing. It had only been a few hours before that I had been telling myself to stop staring at her in her dress, and here I was making out with her in a dark corner of the room, kissing her neck and pressing my erection against her. She stopped me again by placing a finger under my chin, bringing my lips to hers again. "Baby... we should go. Someone might see us." "Okay mom." I could have stood there kissing her all night. I felt as if the moment was broken. We would leave and reality would set in. Reluctantly I released her and mom made her way around the room saying her goodbyes. I didn't know anyone so I waited by the door. Mom walked up to me, grabbed my hand, squeezed and pulled me towards the door. I remained silent, following her to the car. We said nothing, weaving around the cars until we got to hers. At the car mom turned to me, glanced around quickly to make sure nobody was watching, and kissed me. My arms again went around her and soon our tongues had found each other again. Mom's hands rested on my waist as we kissed and her sighs were becoming frequent. When our lips again parted she stepped back and opened the passenger side door. I started to say something when she stopped me. "Ssshhhh. Just kiss me honey." I didn't need to be told again. Our lips and bodies again pressed tightly to one another. We heard a couple of car doors open and close nearby but we didn't break our kissing this time. If anything, our kisses grew more passionate, our heads moving this way and that to accommodate our exploring tongues. Imagine my shock when I felt her hands fumbling with my belt. I continued to kiss her, our mouths wet, as she pulled my belt free. Her fingers traced the outline of my cock and she moaned. She then stopped and looked at me. Without a word she unbuttoned my pants and slowly unzipped them as she looked into my eyes. Then, glancing towards the door of the reception hall, she slowly sank into the passenger seat, positioning me so that the door of the car blocked what she was going to do from anyone exiting. Sitting now, her hands pulled down on underwear until my cock came into view. She sighed again and leaned forward. Without any warning I felt my mother's warm mouth engulf my cock. My mother was giving me a blowjob! "God mom..." I moaned aloud. My hands were on her shoulders as she went to work on me. Her hand jerking on my base as her mouth and tongue slid up and down on my shaft, coating it with saliva and my precum. I knew I wasn't going to last and I mumbled something to that effect. Mom didn't stop. If anything, her actions grew more fevered. I could feel her throat open as she tried to allow me deeper. "Mom..." I gasped. My fingers squeezed and my cock jerked in her mouth. She must have sensed what was coming because she pulled back slightly but kept the tip of my cock in her mouth as I erupted. Her cheeks sucked in as I came what felt like gallons. I could feel tell that she was swallowing me as I emptied my hot seed into her mouth. Her tongue continued to tease my head as she sucked and her hand milked the cum from my shaft. She moaned as she sucked and my legs felt as if they were going to give way. After a few minutes mom let my cock slip from her lips. She looked up at me, her eyes glazed over and her lips shiny with cum in the moonlight. "Let's hurry up and get home," she whispered. To be continued... *---(:> Double for Nothing!! Tricks for Free!!! <:)---* www.mrdouble.com *---(:> Mr Double <:)---* This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. 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