MY MOTHER SUSAN part11
by Hot Milfs Blogat first by accident but when I realized what I was feeling, I pressed a bit
more with my finger rips, feeling the firm muscles of her butt moving under
my hand. The melodic strains of a familiar number floated around us.
“Thank you, Billy,” she whispered in my ear.
“For what, Mom?”
“For everything. For this day, this dance. Mostly for treating me
like a woman. Like I’m special. Like I’m . . . desirable. It’s been a while.”
The muted refrain seemed to wrap us in some terribly romantic cocoon as
we swayed closely together.
She moved against my erection. Part of me wanted her to know it
was there and another part, the scared-little-boy part of me was horrified.
It didn’t seem to bother her, so the lusty part of me won out. I just pulled
her even closer, allowing my hand to slip farther down on her ass.
Even though it was quite dim during the last dance, I maneuvered
us into a darker corner where we simply danced in place, she with her back
to the wall, me with my hand on her ass, swaying side to side with the
melody dimly heard.
She whispered something. I thought it was, “Oh, yes . . .” but I
couldn’t be sure. I pulled my head back and looked into her shining eyes,
asking an unspoken question. Her nonverbal answer was to close her eyes
and offer her lips to me, partly open. I lowered my mouth to hers, barely
touching. I could feel her breath on my lips and smell the Champaign.
Motionless, we stood together, breathing into each other. Unmistakable
this time, the tip of her tongue flicked out and ran across my lower lip. I
returned the compliment. We didn’t really kiss, at least as in pressing our
lips together. Rather, it was a mild version of dueling tongues accented
with heavy breathing.
I could feel her legs against me and her stomach pressed into mine.
As well, I could feel her full breasts pushed against my chest as I ran my
tongue down into one corner of her mouth, there pushing the hardened tip
just into her mouth and then back out. In, then out, the meaning blatant.
She groaned and then pulled back, saying, “I turn into a pumpkin in
moments. Get me out of here, please.”
Minutes later, in the deep leather bucket seats of that borrowed
560SEL, pulling away from the dance, she leaned over and placing a hand
on my arm, said, “This is magical. I don’t want it to end. Can we pretend
a little longer?”
“Pretend what, Mom?”
“That I’m your date. For just right now, that I’m your date and
we’re going home from the dance. For tonight, don’t call me Mom, OK?
Call me Susan, won’t you?”
Stopping at the exit a moment, I turned to her and placed my finger
tips on her cheek. “Susan? Yes, Susan! Would you like to dance some
more? At my place?”
The radiance of her smile thrilled me. “Yes, Bill, I’d like that a lot.”
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Walking into my place, I turned down the lights and switched on
some soft music. Taking her in my arms, I said, “I would like to have this
dance, if you please, and then the next dance, and the dance after that and
then . . .”
She shushed me with a finger on my lips and saying, “Yes, each of
them . . . they’re yours.” Then, slipping off her pumps, she nuzzled into
my neck, whispering, “For the rest of this magical evening, I’m yours.
Ready or not, here I come.”
This time there was no proper and polite arms-length beginning to
this dance. We simply resumed where we’d left off, body to body in that
…End of the part11. To be continued..