“See, it’s not that bad, is it?” She asked softly and Casey gave her a winning smile that for a moment took her breath away. God he was good-looking. If he had been anyone else…
“It’s nice.” He said diplomatically, though the look in his eyes and the way that his hands gently moved down to the curve above her ass told Holly that he was enjoying himself.
And so was she, now she came to think of it. At first she had felt like she had no idea what to do but now the music and the movement were making her relax and feel like she was just dancing with a handsome young man. One who was strong enough to lift her up and pin her down with ease. Shaking her head Holly dismissed that thought as she continued to dance with Casey.
The only problem was that the more she danced and the more relaxed she became the more thoughts like that became natural, and soon she was having more and more of them. What made it worse was that the more the thoughts came the more Holly instinctively moved sexily, and the more she danced the more Casey’s crotch once again began to become hard and bulbous.
Trying to get rid of the thoughts didn’t do any good either as Holly soon found herself rationalising everything. She was just dancing. She wasn’t doing anything wrong. She couldn’t help if she had noticed that Casey was the kind of young man she would find attractive. There was nothing wrong with noticing that. And Casey obviously didn’t mind… in fact, from the feel of his shorts he definitely didn’t object. And he couldn’t object anyway because he wrote sex stories about her! He wanted her in far more compromising positions than they were in. So if she was enjoying herself, and he was enjoying himself, and Casey wanted far more from her than she was already giving… and she couldn’t help but notice he was attractive, then what was wrong in just enjoying what was happening? What was wrong in a few thoughts when there was nothing wrong in noticing he was an attractive guy, the kind she would like, and he wanted to pound her ass into the sofa with his big cock?
Holly tried as hard as she could to resist where her mind was going but she couldn’t convince herself that there was anything wrong. In fact, all she could convince herself of was that they were both adults and they weren’t doing anything anyway. And so try as she might the beautiful brunette mother slowly gave in and let herself enjoy the dance.
However the more she did the slower she began to dance and the more erotic her movements became. When she finally noticed Holly convinced herself that there was nothing to worry about as she just wanted to find out whether Casey had a thing for her or not, and that was the only reason she was dancing like she was. It was. And so the hot mother continued to sway her hips, gently move her legs around his so that her crotch could almost meet his thigh and his bulging manhood pressed firmly into her stomach while her full, round tits mashed against his chest. Slowly she rotated her hips, gyrating against him, and as she did the more intense Casey’s eyes became on hers. Not to mention the more intensely flamed hers became in return.
Dancing as she was Holly lost herself in the rhythm and the feel of her son’s hands resting just above her tight ass, the feel of him against her body. His solid, muscular body, half naked as he pressed against her felt so good. And the look of his gorgeous face staring down at her as he held her in his strong arms, his bulging cock firmly resting against her and pushing harder into her with every sway. Holly could barely breathe. Her fingers danced on Casey’s neck before tracing down onto his broad shoulders. His blonde-brown hair looked stunning just framing his face and his bluey-green eyes looked down at her as if she were the most beautiful woman in the world and all he ever wanted.
Feeling his cock bulging ever harder against her Holly revolved her hips circling her body against his ever more erotically until she was breathing heavily and staring up into his eyes, lost in the moment. Part of her knew she should stop but that part of her had long since lost the war of rationalisation. Moreover, Holly was now totally sure that Casey liked her and her specifically, not just any mother-son coupling. From the way he was looking down at her to the way his hard dick reacted against her with every move, and the way he held onto her, his hands slipping towards her ass several times before he caught himself and moved them back up. Everything was clear now, and Holly felt glorious. Like she had proven her point.
Her son didn’t just write mother-son sex stories. He wrote sex stories about her. Because he thought she was hot. Because he wanted to have sex with her. And as she swayed against him Holly couldn’t help but unintentionally feel her stomach flutter at that. This tall, defined-featured young man, with his strapping good looks, strong muscular arms, ripped torso, and well-defined body, wanted to have sex with her. The thought of what it would be like to have him above her… or behind her… or underneath her… how he would look, and feel, and how strong he would be… Holly’s whole body tingled all over. She knew he wanted all of that and more. She knew he would kill to have her. And she couldn’t help but feel that for a guy like that she would love to drop to her knees.
But this was her son. The thought came again. Only this time Holly didn’t jump back. Instead she almost sighed as she let her arms trail down his chest before pushing herself back with a small smile.
“That was… perfect. Thank you.” She said reluctantly, not wanting to stop or to feel his hands leave her.
Unfortunately they did as she stepped back, and Casey too took a step back as he looked down at her with a mix of desire, a wish to keep dancing and being close to her, and a reluctant attempt to hide it all and appear perfectly normal.
He had a thing for her, he knew that, but as far as he knew she just saw him as her son, which she did albeit amidst a torrent of other thoughts and feelings. So trying his best not to push things Casey pretended that he was ok with no longer dancing as well.
“It was fun. I’ve never danced like that before.” Casey declared, smiling almost nervously as he fidgeted where he stood.
“Me neither.” Holly replied, realising how true that was and suddenly feeling a little embarrassed.
“Not even with dad?” Casey asked seemingly innocently. But with her mind reacting as it was Holly couldn’t help but hear an implication to how sexy she had been dancing in her son’s words.
“No. Not even with your dad.” Holly admitted feeling a flush pass through her cheeks and a flutter through her stomach.
Casey on the other hand looked like the cat who had gotten the cream as he grinned smugly and proudly while Holly just smiled up at him gently.