The following night they had danced again and he’d had the same problem. In the end he’d decided he just had to go with the flow, so to speak, and if his mother felt him he would deal with it, if she didn’t say anything he’d keep quiet as well.
It had been a great plan, but every time their session ended he had found himself lying on his bed jacking off to visions of his mother dancing with him in just her underwear. He knew she wore stockings and suspender belts because he’d seen them in the laundry. Her panties too weren’t the sort you imagined your own mother wearing and on a few occasions he had held them to his face, sniffing and even sucking on them before putting them in the machine on a delicate cycle.
For the session they had just finished his mother had worn a floaty knee length skirt and silky blouse explaining how they needed to start dancing in the type of clothes they would be wearing in three days time. A rummage through his closet helped his prom suit to surface but it was clear the years since he’d worn it had contained some major growth spurts and it no longer fitted. He wore overalls for his job as a mechanic and smart for him usually meant jeans and a polo shirt.
His mother had offered to buy him a new one for the dance and the following day they would be going shopping. Not a trip that filled him with delight except it meant he would get to spend more time with her and Mike was finding he wanted that more than anything.
With her shoulder length dark brown hair, hazel eyes and a figure that belied her years Mike knew his mom turned heads wherever she went. What he didn’t know was why she hadn’t dated in at least a year if not longer. His dad had left when he was five, moving in with and then marrying his secretary. She was a nice woman, but nothing like as beautiful as his mom.
He heard the shower begin to run and instantly his cock hardened as he pictured his mother, naked, with the hot water running over her body. He could see her ample breasts, imagine her having big dark nipples, which were tightening to show stiff, protruding nubs he could pull on, suckle and lick.
“God, what am I thinking?” His hand was moving up and down his cock, although he hadn’t been aware of pulling it from his pants. The head, hard and shining, was already leaking precum and he ran his fingers over it before sucking them.
An idea suddenly struck him and he pushed his erection away before moving out into the hallway. His mother’s bedroom door was open and he crossed to her laundry basket, opening it and pulling the soiled panties from their position resting on the top. He ran back to his own room, closing the door and lying back down. This time he undid his pants and pushed them off, his shorts too. His cock was rock hard and he ran a hand over the smooth skin of his balls. He had begun shaving almost as soon as he had a full pelt of pubic fur. He preferred the feel of his own skin as he wanked off, and now, as he ran the silky material over himself he shuddered and shivered to the new sensations.