MY MOTHER SUSAN part11

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at 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..

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