Scorpio - Private Party

"Next." My mother laughed as she gave the glass to Ray.

Eagerly I went with her, took her in my arms, put a hand on her bottom and the other straight on her tit as the music flowed around us. My mother’s only reaction was a deep sigh, to press her lower body tighter to me and grind her groin against mine and to push her tit tighter to my hand. Following Ray’s example I started to slowly work her dress up under my hand as it squeezed at her bum while at the same time playing with the tit under my other hand for all I was worth. I nearly jumped when I felt my mother gently kissing at my neck and earlobe, I hadn’t noticed her doing this with my cousin, but, then again, my eyes hadn’t got above boob level. Either the track was longer than the one before or I had been teasing up more material than Ray had been because I suddenly found myself with the hem of her dress leant against my wrist while my hand stroked her panties clad bottom. And not just her panties, the feel of bare flesh under my hand thrilled me as I stroked her soft globes, one moment I would feel the soft lace of her panties the next the soft warmth of her skin. I savoured these sensations to the full all the while expecting my mother to make some objection or do something to make things a little less intimate. Only she didn’t do or say a thing other than to start kissing at my neck more firmly and grind against me with more force. When the record ended I reluctantly let my mother go and watched her lead the way back to the bar.

I certainly needed the beer Ray had held out to me as I’d approached and my mother had downed her vodka in one go before leading Ray out to dance. Filling the glass I watched them move together, Ray was really giving one of her boobs the treatment, squeezing it, stroking it and rubbing it while his other hand stroked her bum. Once again Ray was working the material of her dress upwards, but this time not in small bits, he would take about three inches of material in his hand and blatantly pull it upwards before grabbing another few inches. Before the track was a third of the way through his hand was resting on her panties, the material of her dress hanging around his wrist and swaying both to his hand movements and my mother’s movements. Shortly before the track ended Ray moved his hand from her tit down to her bum, I saw him fumble with the material of her dress then bit back a gasp when I saw him tuck the material into the waistband of her panties. Both his hands ran over her almost bare bottom as the final notes began to play, a wide swathe of her dress held out of the way by her own panties, for all intents her bum was bare apart from her rather flimsy lacy panties. I ogled my mother’s long, shapely stocking clad legs and her gorgeous bottom for as long as I could knowing that as soon as they stopped dancing my mother would un-tuck her dress and let it fall to hide all that I was now seeing. But that night was one of surprises, instead of pulling her dress straight my mother acted as though she was totally unaware of her disarrayed clothing. Even more surprising to me was that as they walked back to join me Ray continued to stroke my mother’s bum without any sign of objection from her. Nor did she make any protest when Ray continued to touch her up as she drained her glass prior to dancing with me.

As my mother pressed herself to me and leant her head on my shoulder I let both of my hands come to rest on her buttocks. While we danced around I kneaded and stroked her bum more and more vigorously, in response she ground against me with greater pressure kissing my neck and earlobe with ever more fervour. In the confines of my clothing my cock twitched to each rub of my mother’s body against mine, for a moment I believed myself to be dreaming, but none of my dreams had come close to the sensations I was feeling now. Daringly I let my hands slide down onto her upper thighs then let them slide back up via the inner part of her thigh, my fingers brushing against the swell of her pussy lips as I drew them back up over her buttocks which drew a sort of low moan from my mother. Not daring to break the spell I satisfied myself with stroking and squeezing my mothers bum until the track ended. Following Ray’s example I carried on playing with her bum as we walked back to the bar to join him and carried on while she drank her vodka.

I remember thinking that things couldn’t get much wilder as I watched Ray and my mother move together, her body pressed to his, her head on his shoulder, her lips kissing his neck as his hands roved over her buttocks. Then Ray moved his hands as I had done, sliding them down onto the backs of her upper thighs, then drawing them back up via her inner leg so that his finger grazed at her pussy lips through her scant panties. My mother seemed to tremble as his hands brushed past her pussy. Unlike me Ray was not content to let things stop there, once again his hands slid down, this time to cup her bottom then slide under her and I saw my mother’s body stiffen for a moment as his fingers traced the outer lips of her cunt. Ray’s hands did not slide back upwards this time, instead I saw him pressing his hands together and moving them outwards and realised that he was teasing her cunt lips between his two hands. At first my mother stiffened, then her head came up and she looked at Ray as though about to say something, but before she could speak Ray leant forward and planted his lips on hers in a hungry kiss that seemed to make my mother melt in his arms. With ever increasing excitement I watched Ray’s hands as they boldly began to move over her pussy mound, sliding and pressing at the material of her panties while he kissed her. After the first brief moment my mother was kissing him back just as hungrily and her lower body started to press down against his hands as they rubbed over her cunt with increasing pressure. When the track ended my mother seemed to be in a dream state as she walked over to where I stood, took the glass from my hand and drained it, all the while Ray continued to stroke at her cunt.

When I took my mother’s hand and drew her to the centre of the room I wondered what would happen if I tried what Ray had been doing, I knew that I would certainly make the attempt, but felt that she would protest at my doing such things to her. Yet she had not protested at the things I had done so far and with that thought in my mind I drew her against my body and let my hands slide straight down her buttocks to come to rest between her legs. One of my hands cupped her pussy and I could feel the heat and dampness of her against my skin, as I gave a gentle press against her my mother moaned, her head moved and I was looking down into her half closed eyes. Amid the excitement in her eyes was an uncertainty that I knew would, if given a chance, have her break the spell of what was happening and I forestalled that as Ray had done, by kissing her full on the lips with all the hunger of my excited body. As our lips met my mother moaned again and seemed to melt against me, encouraged by her response I stroked her pussy with greater pressure and she pressed down into my hands, her pussy lips parting a little as they flattened against my moving hand. Pressing my middle finger against her panties I felt it slide between her puffy lips and run along her inner slit as I moved my hand which made her moan into my mouth. Pushing my tongue into my mother’s mouth I carried on stroking her inner cunt, in return my mother sucked at my tongue and pressed her cunt tighter to my hand. I could have stayed in that position for the rest of my days, but seemingly moments later the track ended and I found myself moving away from her. As we walked the few feet back to Ray I continued to stroke my mother’s pussy and it was with a great reluctance that I finally surrendered her to my cousin.

Breathing deeply in an effort to calm the excitement within me I watched as Ray enfolded my mother in his arms, placed his lips on hers and slid a hand down to her cunt. His other hand slid up her back slowly in little circles until it reached the neckline, then he seemed to be feeling about for something. Puzzled I watched then stifled a gasp as he found what he had been seeking, the zip of her dress. With gentle tugs he began to pull the zip down and slowly the dress began to gape at the back to reveal an ever growing expanse of her skin. Her bra strap came into view. More of the thin black strap being revealed as the zip went lower and the dress gaped wider until at last he could pull it down no further, the zip had been opened from the neckline to the top of her buttocks. At just that point the track ended and they came over to where I stood. Taking her drink my mother drained her glass then excused herself.