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My mother 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 moved my hand away in protest, "Mom! Stop playing around!"
She suppressed her laughter, looking at me with a smile, and said, "Honey, sorry.
Let's try again?"
My hand wrapped around her slender waist again, while my left hand grasped her long, thin 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 and soft form.
Needless to say, I felt her soft, pillow-like breasts pressing against me.
"Why are you hugging so tightly while we're dancing ?"
The music started, and she looked at me expectantly before beginning to dance. Recalling what she had taught me these past few days,
my feet followed the steps of a classical waltz. She, on the other hand, seemed to dance with effortless grace,
twirling around me and on my body.
My mother, though thin, had disproportionately large breasts and soft yet firm hips.
Believe me, I had never seen my mother from this angle before. You know,
the angle a man uses to admire a beautiful woman. And now, we were slowly dancing to the music, two clothed people embracing continuously, her
slender body massaging the front of my body.
Then, that situation happened again!
Although we both pretended not to care, 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 mother
leaned against me again.
Obviously, she knew my penis was pressing against her lower abdomen.
She quickly glanced at me, but I deliberately kept my eyes straight ahead, because I didn't have the courage to look at her.
My cheeks felt hot; I knew without a mirror that I must be incredibly red.
What kind of bastard would get an erection while dancing with his mom?
The story didn't end there. Counting from the day my mom taught me to dance in the living room and I was rock hard again, today is
the third day.
On the first day, when we were "trying" to dance Latin, my mom turned her head to the side. And as I
pressed my legs down, I felt a wave of shame. My penis had slid right into
the center of her buttocks. She immediately stopped the lesson, and as she quickly backed away and turned off the music, she glanced at my genitals. Of course,
that day's lesson ended at that awkward moment.
And yesterday, to my surprise, my mom actually came knocking on my bedroom door, demanding that I return to the living room to continue dancing.
It was just the two of us, my dad, and me at work.
I really needed help at that moment, because the school dance was just around the corner. However, the shame and inferiority I felt from yesterday's incident
lingered in my mind. Although my mother's tone wasn't
kind, we still danced many songs in the living room, and I forgot my previous embarrassment. But, saying I forgot
was before that incident happened again! I had an arousal again, but this time my mother pressed her body even closer to
mine, and even when I tried to pull away, she would use the dance steps to bring us back to our original, intertwined position.
My penis was incredibly hard, and I felt a pang of pain and shame. When the lesson ended, my mother saw my bulging crotch
but didn't say a word. I quickly made up an excuse that I was very tired and ran back to my bedroom.
I felt incredibly unclean; I had actually had a physical reaction to my mother!
And on the third day, before I could even speak, I saw my mother had already moved the coffee table and chairs, making
room for dancing.
Strangely, when she invited me to dance, I found myself vaguely feeling a sense of excitement.
As I backed away again, I managed to move my butt away from my mom's body, a half-squatting position that looked utterly
ridiculous. I bet I looked utterly helpless.
"Honey, relax!" She leaned on my shoulder, straightening my hips back into position. Even
through her clothes, my penis was already pounding against her stomach.
Knowing she wouldn't let me off easily, I pleaded, "Mom! Don't jump anymore!"
She looked up at me, speaking 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 humiliated, 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.
As I came to my senses and realized what my mother had just said, a question almost slipped out. My mother
was looking at my shoulder, her expression seemingly normal, and continued, "Girls 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 response the reason she kept pressing her body against me?
I whispered, "Mom, who said you're old?" How could I say she was ravaged by age? She's
my mother! Just born before me!
I could feel the firmness of her lower abdomen, because it was teasing my throbbing penis. Yes, we
were still in physical contact.
A few seconds later, the music ended, but I didn't notice. All I knew was that my mother was still holding me tightly
, and the waltz was the dance we were dancing.
"I bet you're thinking about Cindy right now, aren't you?"
This was a very suggestive question, and my mom's uncertain yet probing tone was something I'd never heard before.
I heard it once. If you want to know what Cindy's role is, I'll tell you, she's my dance partner tomorrow,
the most eye-catching girl in the whole school! "I wasn't thinking about her, Mom." That was entirely true, though
I said it in a dry, rough voice. After giving that honest answer, I was startled.
So far, the conversation with my mom had made my heart race and
beads of cold sweat constantly appear on my forehead.
Mom looked up at me again, her eyes confused and strange, as if wondering if I was telling the truth
. She let go of 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 was already in my head, but I nodded instead; my brain seemed to have stopped
working.
As Mom changed the music, I watched her slender waist and full, firm hips. When did
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?
Raising my gaze, I saw a welcoming smile spread across Mom's face as she looked down. After pressing play,
she turned around and smiled. "This is a little memory from my era."
A 1960s rock song was playing from the speakers, which surprised me; I had always thought Mom was
a symphonic type. Then, she began to wildly shake her hips, her knees twisting left and right, her breasts bouncing
violently, her face radiating absolute passion.
She really was something! With her eyes closed, I could witness her transformation, as if she had returned to her teenage years. Her hands
swayed to the rhythm, raised high above her head, causing her breasts to lift as well. She slowly turned her body, now
presenting herself to me with her violently swaying buttocks. She was covered in sweat, her face seemingly glowing, and her shirt was
stained with perspiration.
Perfectly synchronized with 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 flow through my body; I loved this feeling.
My mother turned her head, her eyes still closed. She gently bit her lower lip, a barely concealed smile playing on her lips
. Seeing her nostrils flare, I knew she was almost out of breath.
My brain didn't issue any commands, but I felt my knees move on their own, squatting down slightly, my
penis resting on my mother's firm buttocks. She leaned closer to me, igniting a burning,
unbearable desire within me. To find a better angle, she bent down slightly.
Looking at our current position, my body trembled with lust; her rounded curves, all I could see in my eyes,
were those beautiful, pert buttocks. Suddenly, I realized I no longer cared whether she was my mother or not.
My love for her was unparalleled, and similarly, I was captivated by her body. Perhaps blinded by lust,
whatever the reason, I wanted to take it further!
One hand remained around her waist, while the other began to caress her back. I touched
the areas damp with sweat from her energetic dancing, feeling the texture of her cotton top.
She turned her head again, her eyes suddenly opening wide, her mouth agape, emitting rapid breaths.
My hand rested on her shoulder, pulling down her top, and then I began to caress her
smooth, warm neck.
Without hesitation, my other hand withdrew from her waist and moved to her upper body. Now, after
feeling the warm, moist skin through her clothes, I began to fondle her large breasts. Her nipples
were undoubtedly erect; otherwise, how could my palm feel their hardness and the pressure of her nipples?
These were the biggest breasts I had ever touched in my life!
A few seconds later, Mom noticed my actions. She breathed heavily and swayed her body as if in a trance
. At the same time, my hand quickly grabbed her shoulders; now, her back was pressed tightly against my abdomen
and chest. My unrestrained hand began to grasp her breasts again, wantonly kneading this beautiful sphere.
She writhed continuously, and a high-pitched, bright scream burst from her mouth. At this moment, we seemed to
hear that long-ignored music again.
I had little experience, and I guessed that this might be Mom reaching orgasm. But how could it be
? Her legs weren't being teased at all!
My head started sweating again, my knees almost touching. Thinking of my mother's sexy body,
it seemed she had undoubtedly reached climax 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 unfulfilled beauty.
My mother grabbed my arm, pressing our bodies together, wrapping her arms around my waist, letting her body heat and
sweat transfer to me. She buried her head in my chest, panting heavily, I could feel her breath
through my shirt.
Naturally, I hugged her slender body, as if to protect her. She
seemed to enjoy being held in my arms.
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 my hands had slid down my mother's back and
stopped on her full buttocks. Those round, firm buttocks, that big, sexy bottom—just minutes
ago, they had been swaying wildly, giving me an unprecedented visual feast. After a shiver, I realized
I absolutely adored my mother's buttocks.
Without even looking, I could feel a change in the corners of my mother's mouth; a child's exploration of another part of her body taught her…
Pleasure.
Next, she thrust her abdomen forward even more, the movement clearly expressing her feelings. I could feel
the flesh of her buttocks tightening as I kneaded and squeezed it.
After a few minutes of caressing, after constant physical contact, she finally raised her head and looked into
my eyes. "A little unexpected?" From her questioning gaze, I understood the meaning behind her words.
I simply nodded. Ever since that day when she unexpectedly had a physical reaction, every dance class my mom and I had
was always full of surprises.
Just as I was looking at her, while my hand was still gripping her buttocks, she suddenly blushed.
"David, I think your mother, who's getting on in years, is a little lonely." My mom tried to explain, but
this only raised more questions; after all, she and my dad shared a bed. "I don't want to dance anymore."
In her suggestive joke, smiles appeared on both of 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 burst into cheerful laughter, standing where I wanted her to be.
Her laughter 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 don't want to either." Her actions reinforced the credibility of her words, and she hugged me tightly again.
I must admit that, up to this point, what I've done with Mom has approached the limit of my sexual experience
. 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 with my vulgarity, what happened with Mom
will teach me much more than just dancing.
I could still feel her soft body pressed against me, but before I knew it, she had
slipped away. She slipped away from my embrace, leaving me with a
lingering sense of unease. When she spoke softly, she avoided my eyes. "We can't
go on like this, it's too crazy!" To me, those words 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.
Desire 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 the embrace. As I savored the sensation of touching her breasts,
a feeling of unease crept into my heart. Was my mother's climax in my arms and those round breasts all just
a fantasy?
When I came to my senses, I remained standing. The difference was that my body
trembled with lust.
Mom didn't look at me; she said calmly, "David, I think you don't need to learn anything more. You and
Cindy will definitely be fine at tomorrow's dance." I vaguely sensed a hint of sadness in her words.
Her voice seemed to travel through a long water pipe, like a sound 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 again.
Just then, Mom bent down to adjust the volume. When my hands gripped her alluring buttocks tightly, she cried out
. 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 hint. I opened my mouth, my tongue attacking forward. At this moment, in
a state of frenzy, I closed my eyes.
I raped her mouth, defiling my own mother's lips with my tongue.
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 thought I heard her moan with pleasure. Clearly, my mother 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 I knew
her lips were just as hungry as mine. In some ways, her reaction strengthened my confidence, so once again
, my hands wantonly kneaded her round, firm buttocks.
It seemed that this was all I could do; my ignorance in matters of sex made me feel extremely ashamed.
Suddenly, warm fingers slipped inside my sleeveless shirt, easily soothing 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 not parted, our tongues continuing to tease each other. As my pants slipped down
to my thighs, I leaned back slightly, allowing my mother's experienced hand to easily grasp my
penis. Finally, she released my mouth and we both looked at the erect shaft. I was as docile as a rabbit
; the situation was strange yet alluring.
Suddenly, my mother cried out, "Enter me, please!" She pushed hard against my chest, and I
slumped onto the sofa, facing her. Still standing, she stared at my penis, her eyes filled with a desire to devour it
, roughly dismantling her own restraints. Her blouse was open, only the top button offering resistance
. Her cotton pants 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. My mom kicked off her clothes, then jumped
onto me and straddled me.
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 still
willing to worship and cherish that body for the rest of my life.
To support herself, she placed her hands on my shoulders, and this time it was her turn to rape my mouth. I was both surprised
and delighted when she started moving her hips. Then, I felt a wet and hot sensation; yes, her
little sister was gently kissing my glans…
without any hesitation, she sat down heavily. And my life entered a completely different world!
I felt weak from excessive excitement; the feeling of entering a woman's body was truly dreamlike. So
wet… so hot…
My mother, as if possessed, swayed on top of me, her face pressed against her shoulder, and 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 of her shirt. A heavy breath escaped my mother's throat
as she enjoyed the ministrations of my penis. She seemed lost in a trance, leaving me alone to experience
the raw desire within her body—my first time.
What word could describe perfection? A surge of emotion and intense excitement overwhelmed me. My first time,
my mother's first time—how could I not feel an extraordinary pleasure?
Her large, snow-white breasts swayed, her dark brown, erect nipples incredibly tempting. My hands climbed
onto her breasts, surprised by their violent shaking. As I kneaded her large breasts, I noticed her nipples becoming increasingly
erect. Then, I hugged my mother tighter. She didn't resist; instead, she willingly put her right nipple
into my mouth, which truly overwhelmed me.
My mother's moans grew louder and louder. She kept pushing her breasts 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, yet also smelled a strange fragrance. I knew that
the heavenly sounds emanating from my mother's mouth were something I would likely 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 had taken my first time. Now, her
nipple was in my mouth, her body swayed against me, and my penis warmed itself inside her vagina.
How could all of this be explained in a few words?
My head rested on the sofa, letting out a silent scream. I felt my body tense like never before, and my penis was
harder than ever before. I heard my mother constantly encouraging me to thrust, urging me to satisfy her as much as possible, and occasionally she would shout that
she loved me—the only sounds we could hear during our lovemaking. I suckled at her nipple, feeling
her sweat dripping onto my shirt and seeping 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. As I smiled
, she leaned in and gave me a passionate kiss, sharing my post-battle breaths.
Then our lips parted, a bridge of saliva between us, and she gazed intently into my eyes.
Her eyes seemed to hold a thousand questions, one of which was undoubtedly: would I still give her the respect a mother would show me
? I could feel her growing increasingly nervous. Will what happened between us affect her marriage to Dad
?
Even though I lack experience, I still felt shy at the moment we became intimate. My chest was burning,
perhaps even red from 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 breaking through the silence. Mom burst into laughter, this time
her eyes no longer darted away, but shone brightly. Joy seemed to bubble up like a million bubbles inside me, and I
returned her a big smile.
At that moment, I guess 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 louder than words; 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 round of erotic moans. "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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