Imagine your pretty Mom doing naughty striptease dances for you, dancing erotically. Then while you visit the bathroom privately, she listens secretly at the other side of the door. Enjoy this naughty tale of a Mom and son who discover an illicitly taboo love, then find they enjoy a mutual taste for watersports and liquid gold. These fetish fantasies will arouse, leaving a big smile on your face. More
(Edited Excerpt)(All Persons over 18)
Vicky waggled her butt, moving her hands up and down her body.
William sat watching, a throbbing inside his pants, his eyes big and round, glittering with excitement. The very long, very slender legs of his mother moved snake-like as she turned and danced slowly. Her butt bunched and relaxed.
Vicky wasn't really a dancer, but she loved to dance this way at home, privately, with only her son watching. Never for anyone else. No way! She knew she possessed a certain natural sense of rhythm that men found sensuous if not arousing, her movements more like a woman on the brink during lovemaking rather than simple dancing. The thrust of her hips, the twist of her shoulders, the way she swayed her firm, shapely breasts invited the eye and perhaps, she suspected, a hand.
Mostly, she found that teasing her son was tremendously arousing. God, she could barely wait for the privacy of her bedroom and the ecstasy to follow at her own hand.
As she slithered erotically about the living room floor, not once did she stop watching her son. Her own eyes, too, glittered hot with excitement. Her sensuous chest struggling against a few meager buttons that looked ready to burst from her overly-tight blouse… the valley between barely revealed in the gaping top. A light shrug, and who knows what might escape….
…which was exactly what William hoped for.
Except this time, as if all by itself, Mother's blouse somehow managed to worm its way open, almost to her waist—no bra. She jiggled generously in movement despite the skintight enclosure of her blouse. Her hips, sheathed in a pair of white, extremely tight shorts, writhed and made grinding motions. The crotch tightly pulled deep, driving him crazy with lust. Every time she twirled her butt in his direction, William watched those compact cheeks, seeing the lower half, the white flesh contrasting deliciously with the tan of her thighs. He loved the way it showed her off… Mom's butt was quite shapely, swelling in mouth-watering sweetness.
This wasn't the first time Mother had danced sensuously before him with such erotic, teasing movements. She had danced for him many, many times, as far back as he could remember. But somehow it seemed she danced different now….
Recently, Vicky began noticing her son bulging inside his pants, and loved watching him knowing what her son really wanted. Turning her son on, excited Vicky tremendously. She loved to turn her son on with her body. Yet she by no means was a tease with other men.
With eyes gazing steadily and suggestively upon her son's bulge, Vicky faced William, her hips revolved slowly as if impaled on an invisible shaft. She licked at her full lips, provocatively running her hands up and down her hips. Her chest stood out with pliable hardness, pointing against the thin blouse. She curled her fingers around herself for a moments tease. A slight squeeze of her fingers making a pronounced …
William gasped softly as he stared at Mother's chest. He sat on the couch making no effort to conceal his bulge. He slumped forward slightly, knees open, hands resting on the cushions at his hips.
Squeezing herself with her son watching was something else Vicky had started doing recently. What she did next this time, however, was much different. With her eyes glowing, lips parted as she panted softly, Vicky for the first time caressed her hands down along her lower stomach, hesitating suggestively below the belt line with a rocking motion hinting at further movement… giving her time to gather courage, then bravely dove lower still, her hips revolving in slow motion. The gasp from her son only encouraged Vicky.
"You really love to watch mommy, don't you, honey?" she asked in a low, whispery voice.
William could only nod, swallowing as his eyes followed his mother's hands....