Mom, teach me to dance (Full text)

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Mom, teach me to dance (Full Text)

Mom took my right hand and placed it on her waist. At the same time, I could see she

was trying hard to suppress her laughter, a laugh that came from my awkwardness.

I pulled my hand away in protest, "Mom! Stop playing around!"

She suppressed what should have been a chuckle, looking at me and saying, "Sorry, darling.

Let's try again?"

My hand wrapped around her slender waist again, my left hand grasping her long, delicate fingers, her long nails

covering my palm. "Relax, David! You can do it, right?" She gently hugged me, and now, from

my knees to my chest, my body was pressed against her slender, soft form.

Needless to say, I felt her soft, pillow-like breasts pressing against me. Dancing is dancing,

is it really necessary to hug so tightly?

The music started, she looked at me expectantly, and then began to dance. Recalling what she had taught me these past few days,

my feet followed the steps of a classical waltz. She seemed to dance with effortless ease,

twirling around me and on top of me.

My mom, though thin, had disproportionately large breasts and soft yet firm hips.

Believe me, I'd never seen my mom from this angle before. You know, the kind of angle a man uses to admire a beautiful

woman . And at that moment, we were slowly dancing to the music, two clothed people embracing, her

slender body massaging the front of my body.

Then, that situation happened again!

Although we both pretended not to notice, I could feel a tense atmosphere spreading in the living room…

Just

like yesterday, I tried to dance gently and carefully, but after a few steps, my mom

leaned against me again.

Clearly, she knew my penis was pressing against her lower abdomen.

She quickly glanced at me, while I deliberately looked straight ahead, because I didn't have the courage to look at her.

I felt my cheeks burning; I didn't need a mirror to know I must be incredibly red.

What kind of bastard would get an erection while dancing with my mom? The ordeal wasn't over. It's been three days

since the day my mom taught me to dance in the living room, and I was stiff again . 　　The first day, when we were "trying" Latin, Mom turned her head away. As I pressed my legs down, I felt a wave of shame. My penis had slid right into the center of her crotch. She immediately stopped the lesson, glancing at my genitals as she quickly backed away and turned off the music. Of course, that day's lesson ended in that awkward moment. 　　Yesterday, to my surprise, Mom came knocking on my bedroom door, demanding I return to the living room to continue dancing. It was just the two of us, Dad, and me at work. 　　I really needed help then, because the school dance was fast approaching. However, the shame and inferiority I felt from yesterday's incident lingered in my mind. Although Mom's tone wasn't kind , we still danced many songs in the living room, and I forgot my earlier embarrassment. But, forgetting was before that incident happened again! I got aroused again, but this time Mom pressed her body even closer to mine. Even when I tried to pull away, she would use her dance moves to bring us back to our original, pressed-together position. My penis was rock hard, and I felt a pang of pain and shame. When the class ended, Mom saw my bulging crotch but didn't say a word. I quickly made up an excuse about being tired and ran back to my bedroom. 　　I felt incredibly unclean; I had actually had a physical reaction to Mom! 　　On the third day, before I could even speak, I saw Mom had already moved the coffee table and chairs, creating space for dancing. 　　Strangely, when she invited me to dance, I felt a vague sense of excitement. 　　As I backed away again, I accidentally moved my buttocks away from Mom's body, a half-squatting position that looked quite comical. I imagine I must have looked helpless. 　　"Honey, relax!" She leaned on my shoulder, correcting my hips back into position. Even through my clothes, my penis was attacking her abdomen again. 　　Knowing she wouldn't let me off easily, I pleaded, "Mom! Don't dance yet?" 　　She looked up at me and said in a voice slightly louder than the music, "What's wrong, David? Are you having trouble with your erection ?" 　　You're probably wondering how I felt hearing my mom say the word "erection." In fact, she said it without batting an eye. Undoubtedly, this was far beyond my wildest imagination! 　　Good heavens! I felt utterly ashamed, I wanted to die! 　　"Honey, don't be shy. I'm not just teasing you." Turning my face away gave me a chance to peek at her expression . Her cheeks were flushed, and so were mine. 　　When I came to my senses and realized what my mom had just said, a question almost slipped out. At that moment, my mom was looking at my shoulder, her expression seemingly normal, and she continued, "Women are happy to know they can arouse a man, and for an older woman, the joy is indescribable!" 　　I knew her words weren't directed at my dance tomorrow; she was talking about her own feelings. But I wondered, was her happiness at my physical reaction the reason she kept pressing her body against mine? 　　I whispered, "Mom, who said you're old?" How could I say she was ravaged by age? She's my mom! She was just born before me! 　　I could feel the firmness of her lower abdomen, because it was teasing my raging cock. Yes, we were still in physical contact. 　　A few seconds later, the music ended, but I didn't notice. All I knew was that Mom was still holding , and the waltz was the dance we were dancing. 　　"I bet you're thinking about Cindy right now, aren't you?" 　　It was a suggestive question, and I'd never heard Mom speak with such uncertainty and probing before. If you want to know who Cindy is, let me tell you, she's my dance partner tomorrow, the most eye-catching girl in the whole school! "I'm not thinking about her, Mom." That was the whole truth, even though I said it in a dry, rough voice. After giving that honest answer, I was startled myself.

So far, the conversation with my mom has made my heart race and beads of cold sweat constantly

appear .

Mom looked up at me again, her eyes confused and strange, as if she was wondering if I could

believe . She released my hand, took a step back, and her gaze shifted to my noticeably bulging crotch. Finally,

when her eyes met mine again, she said in an almost inaudible voice, "David, it seems you've

almost mastered the waltz. But, would you like to practice some more?"

Another suggestive question. Her confused and silent eyes revealed a desire to continue. My

mouth almost uttered the "no" that had been on my mind, but I nodded instead; my brain seemed to have

stopped functioning.

As Mom changed the music, I stared at her slender waist and her full, firm buttocks.

When Mom lose her identity as a mother and appear to me purely as a woman? Did

it start two days ago? Had my subconscious and my penis betrayed my reason again?

I raised my gaze and saw a welcoming smile spread across my mother's lips. After pressing play,

she turned around and laughed. "This is a little memory from my generation."

A rock song from the 1960s blared from the speakers, which surprised me; I'd always thought my mother was

more of a symphonic type. Then, she began to shake her hips wildly, her knees twisting left and right, her breasts bouncing

violently, her face radiating absolute passion.

She was really something! With her eyes closed, I could witness her transformation, as if she were back in her teenage years. Her hands swayed

to the rhythm, her arms raised high above her head, her breasts lifting as a result. Slowly

, she turned her body, now facing me with her wildly shaking buttocks. She was covered in sweat, her face seemingly glowing, and her shirt

was stained with sweat.

Perfectly in sync with the rhythm of the music, my mother's back was only a few feet in front of me; in fact, her

buttocks were rubbing against my thighs, and my penis grew harder and harder.

It seemed perfectly natural. My hands encircled her slender waist, preventing her from shifting her position.

At that moment , I felt a powerful electric current coursing through my body; I loved the feeling.

Mom turned her head, her eyes still closed. She gently bit her lower lip, a barely concealed

smile . Seeing her nostrils flare, I knew she was almost suffocating.

My brain didn't issue any commands, but I felt my knees move on their own, lowering me slightly, my

penis resting on Mom's firm buttocks. She leaned closer to me, which ignited a burning,

unbearable desire within me. To find a better angle, she bent her body slightly.

Looking at our current position, my body trembled with lust; the rounded lines, all I could see in my eyes,

were those beautiful, pert buttocks. Suddenly, I realized that I no longer cared whether she was Mom or not.

My love for her was unparalleled, and similarly, I was captivated by her body. Perhaps blinded by lust,

regardless, I wanted to take it further!

One hand remained around her waist, while the other began to stroke her back. I touched the areas damp with

sweat , feeling the texture of her cotton top.

She turned her head again, her eyes suddenly snapping open, her mouth agape as she gasped for breath.

My hand moved to her shoulder, pulling her top down, and then I began to caress her

smooth, warm neck.

My other hand, without hesitation, withdrew from her waist, moving to her upper body. Now,

after feeling the warm, moist skin through her top, I began to fondle her large breasts. Her nipples were

undoubtedly erect; otherwise, how could my palm feel their hardness, the rims pressing against them?

These were the biggest breasts I had ever touched in my life!

A few seconds later, Mom noticed my actions. She took a deep breath, swaying her

body . At the same time, my hand swiftly grabbed her shoulder; now, her back was pressed tightly against my

abdomen and chest. My unrestrained hands began to grasp her breasts again, kneading those beautiful orbs wantonly.

She writhed, a high-pitched scream escaping her lips. At that moment, we seemed

to hear .

I had little experience, and I guessed this might be my mother's sign of orgasm. But how could

it be? There was no stimulation between her legs!

My head began to sweat again, and my knees almost touched. Thinking of my mother's sexy body,

it seemed she had undoubtedly reached orgasm under the onslaught of my wild hands.

Then, the music, my mother's writhing, and the warmth in my hands all ended. My heart

was filled with regret, saddened by the beautiful thing that should have happened but didn't.

My mother grabbed my arm, pressing our bodies together. She wrapped her arms around my waist, letting her body heat and

sweat transfer to me. She buried her head in my chest, panting heavily, and I could feel her breath

passing through my shirt.

Naturally, I hugged her slender body, as if to protect her. Holding me in her arms, she

seemed to enjoy it.

Then, she hugged me tighter, and I felt a surge of stimulation from her lower abdomen on my penis.

The wall of reason in my heart seemed about to crumble. At the same time, a voice in my mind told me to stop. After all, this was incest,

immoral and too crazy! Even so, I realized that my hands were sliding down my mother's back and

stopping on her full buttocks. Round and firm buttocks, big and sexy ass, just a few minutes

ago, they had been dancing wildly, giving me an unprecedented visual enjoyment. After a shudder, I

realized that I absolutely loved my mother's buttocks.

I could feel the change in my mother's mouth without even looking; the exploration of another part of her body by her child was bringing her

pleasure.

Next, she thrust her abdomen forward a little more, the movement undoubtedly expressing her feelings. I could feel

the buttocks in my hands tighten as I kneaded and squeezed them.

After a few minutes of caressing, after the constant collision of our bodies, finally, she raised her head and looked into

my eyes. "Somewhat unexpected?" From her questioning gaze, I understood the meaning behind her words.

I simply nodded. Ever since that unexpected physical reaction, every dance class my mom and I

had was always full of surprises.

Just as I was looking at her, with my hand still gripping her bottom, she suddenly blushed.

"David, I think your mother, who's getting on in years, is a little lonely," Mom tried to explain, but this only

raised more questions. After all, she and Dad shared a bed. "I don't want to dance anymore."

Amidst her suggestive joke, smiles spread across our faces.

"I don't mind, Mom." After this unexpected and bold statement, I hugged her even

tighter , almost lifting her into the air.

She quickly let out a cheerful laugh, now standing where I wanted her to stay.

Her smile faded, and she said seriously, "David, is this enough?" Her brows furrowed.

"Mom, I don't want to agree." These words came from the bottom of my heart. Although my brain commanded my legs to move

away , I felt like I was carrying someone, someone who made it impossible for me to move.

Mom closed her eyes, lowered her head, and buried her face in my chest again. I heard her murmur, "

Darling, I didn't want to either." Her actions added credibility to her words, and she hugged me tightly again.

I must admit that, up to this point, what I've done with my mother has reached

the limit . Although I've dated many girls since the start of the semester, it's mostly just sucking their nipples

or them giving me blowjobs. Therefore, rationally speaking, even in my lewdness, what's happened with my mother

will teach me more than just dancing.

I still felt the soft body pressing against me, but as I realized what my mother was about to do, she

had already left my embrace. She slipped away from my arms, leaving me with a

lingering feeling. When she spoke softly, she didn't dare look me in the eye. "We can't go on like this , it's too crazy!" To me, this statement seemed more

directed at herself than at me . 　　She turned her back to me and slowly walked to the stereo, where the violin began to play softly. Having made the decision not to look at her son anymore, she stood hunched over in the center of the living room. 　　Lust boiled my blood, and my gaze fell once more on my mother's back. That body had just been in my arms; I could almost feel the warmth of that embrace. As I savored the sensation of touching her breasts, a feeling of unease crept into my heart. Had my mother's recent climax in my arms and those round breasts all been a fantasy? 　　When I came to my senses, I remained standing. The difference was that my body trembled . 　　My mother didn't look at me; she said softly, "David, I think you don't need to study anymore. You and Cindy will definitely be fine at tomorrow's dance." I vaguely sensed a hint of sadness in her words. 　　Her words seemed to travel through a long water pipe, like a voice from another world. 　　Unconsciously, I took a step forward, unnoticed by her. My trembling hands slowly rose, as if drawn together by magnets , and her buttocks fell into my grasp once more. 　　Just then, Mom bent over to adjust the volume. When my hand forcefully grabbed her alluring buttocks, she screamed . She tried to escape, but I wouldn't allow it. She cried out, "You..." I interrupted her, my head thrusting forward, my right hand turning her to face me, while my left hand supported her back. Finally, our lips met. 　　From her surprised and confused eyes, I received a signal. I opened my mouth, my tongue attacking forward. At this moment, in a frenzy, I closed my eyes. 　　I raped her mouth, using my mouth to molest my own mother's lips. 　　However, after my tongue explored her mouth for a few seconds, I felt her body relax in my arms. Our mouths became one, and I seemed to hear her moan with pleasure. Clearly, Mom had no intention of resisting my rapist-like actions. 　　A pair of slender hands unbuttoned my shirt and pants. I could feel her trembling and knew that her lips were just as thirsty as mine. In some ways, her reaction strengthened my confidence, so once again , my hands wantonly kneaded her round, firm buttocks. 　　I felt like this was all I could do; my ignorance about sex was incredibly embarrassing. 　　Suddenly, warm fingers slipped inside my sleeveless shirt, easily calming my unease and making my penis even more ferocious. Trembling wildly, I didn't know where to put my hands, while my mother's hands began to remove all my clothes. 　　Then, she pressed her face against mine, our lips inseparable, our tongues still teasing each other. When my pants slipped down to my thighs, I leaned back slightly, and my mother's experienced hands easily grasped my penis. Finally, she left my mouth and looked at my erect penis with me. I was as docile as a rabbit ; this situation was strange yet alluring. 　　My mother suddenly cried out, "Enter me, please!" She pushed hard against my chest, and I fell onto the sofa, facing her. Still standing, she stared at my penis, her eyes filled with a desire , roughly disposing of her own restraints. Her blouse was open, only the top button offering any resistance . Her cotton trousers lay scattered on the floor, revealing her bare, long legs. 　　She didn't look at my face, only at my head. At the same time, she slipped two fingers into her bikini-like panties, which finally slipped off her smooth legs. Mom kicked off her clothes, then jumped on me, straddling my thighs. 　　Did she know what she was doing to me? Seeing a nearly naked woman—she was the first in my life! I knew that although her body wasn't as youthful as a young girl's, she was my mother, and I was willing to admire and cherish her body for the rest of my life. 　　To support herself, she placed her hands on my shoulders, and this time she raped my mouth. I was both surprised and delighted when she started moving her hips. Then, I felt a wet, hot sensation—yes, her little sister was gently kissing my glans… 　　Without any hesitation, she sat down. And my life entered a completely different world!

Overwhelmed with excitement, I felt weak all over. The sensation of entering a woman's body was like a dream. So

wet...so hot...

My mother swayed on top of me as if possessed, her face pressed against her shoulder. When she opened her mouth to moan

, I saw saliva dripping onto her chin. How many children would expect to see their parents like this?

I raised my hand and unbuttoned the last button. A heavy breath escaped my mother's throat

as she enjoyed my penis. At this moment, she seemed lost in a trance, leaving me to experience the orifice of desire on her

body , my first time ever.

What word could describe perfection? A feeling of being moved and intense excitement overwhelmed my soul. My first time,

my first time with my mother, how could I not experience extraordinary pleasure? Her

large, snow-white breasts swayed, and her dark brown, erect nipples were incredibly tempting. My hands climbed

up her breasts, and I was amazed by their violent shaking. As I rubbed those huge breasts, I noticed that my mother's nipples

were becoming more and more erect. Then, I hugged my mother tighter. She didn't resist; in fact, she willingly put her right

nipple into my mouth, which truly flattered me.

My mother's moans grew louder and louder. She kept pushing her breast forward, towards my mouth, while simultaneously

holding the back of my head with her hand, as if afraid I would leave. Her warm skin was even smoother with sweat.

Kissing her, I tasted a faint saltiness but also smelled a strange fragrance. I knew that the heavenly sounds emanating from my mother's

mouth were something I would probably never forget for years. This heavenly sound sang of a woman's exclusive joy,

the joy of my own mother.

I wanted to tell you how long we fought, and I wanted you to know our techniques of lovemaking, but I'm sorry,

I can't. Just a few minutes ago, I was still a virgin, yet my mother took my first time. Now, her

nipple is in my mouth, her body sways against mine, my penis warms itself inside her vagina—

how can all of this be explained in a few words?

My head slumped onto the sofa, letting out a silent scream. I felt an unprecedented tension in my body, my penis

harder than ever before. I heard my mother constantly encouraging me to thrust, urging me to satisfy her as much as possible, occasionally calling out that

she loved me—the only sounds we could hear during our lovemaking. I suckled at her nipples,

feeling her sweat drip onto my shirt and then seep into my skin. My body began to tremble again,

and I gave her orgasm after orgasm, her moans echoing in my ears.

This moment would never happen again in my life, I was certain of it. This thought

had surfaced even before my semen entered my mother's body.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw my mother's eyes filled with love, desire, and joy. And as I

smiled , she leaned in and gave me a passionate kiss, sharing my post-battle gasps.

Then our lips parted, a bridge of saliva between us, and she gazed intently into my eyes.

There seemed to be a thousand questions in her eyes, one of which was undoubtedly: would I still give her

the respect ? I could feel her growing increasingly nervous. Would our affair affect her

marriage with Dad?

Even though I lacked experience, I still felt shy at the moment we became intimate. My chest was burning,

perhaps even flushed with embarrassment! How should I proceed with another sexual encounter? How should I bring it up?

Suddenly, a surge of inexplicable courage made me look at Mom and say, "Mom, I think I need to learn more

dance steps ?"

This opening line was fucking brilliant, like a waterfall shattering the silence. Mom burst into laughter, this time

her eyes no longer darted away, but shone brightly. Joy seemed to bubble up inside me like a million bubbles, and I

returned her a big smile.

At that moment, I guessed we both knew that my penis hadn't given up yet; it was still lingering inside Mom. Mom kissed me

again , this time the kiss was slow but contained even more passion. Silence spoke volumes; Mom's unspoken

promise made my soul scream with ecstasy. Taking a breath, Mom said, "Honey, I promise, I'll teach

you even more dance moves!"

Her hips spun on my thighs, sometimes rising, sometimes falling. Instantly, desire

ignited within us both again. Reaching behind Mom, I gripped her sexy buttocks tightly, and she began to

sing along to my caresses with another lewd song. "Mom, I guess I need more and more dance lessons?"

Her eyes were tightly closed, and she smiled happily, her face full of joy. "David! Shut up and get to work!"

I obeyed…

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