DAY 2

Mother-daughter dance

Today I was watching TV with mom. Jessica had left for work early and, with nothing better to do, we decided to just lay on the couch and idle the day away.

Yesterday had been a busy day for everyone. Mom and Jessica were up extremely late so it was understandable that they were tired, and I had spent all afternoon cleaning the house. Usually mom pays a housekeeper to do that, but yesterday I had the strange urge to do it myself. I can't say why though. My memory is a bit messed up since yesterday.

Mom and Jessica were surprised that I decided to clean the house, they complimented me on how well I did it. I don't think it was anything too impressive.

Something I found curious was the shopping that the two did together. Despite spending most of the day shopping, they barely brought in a couple of bags. Also, a subtle floral scent was emanating from both of them.

I asked around a bit but mom just laughed and went to her room to take a bath, and Jessica just looked away and went to her room. I wanted to probe a little more but decided to ignore it. Maybe they didn't see anything that interested them or something. Back to the present, I was lying with my mother on the couch watching footloose. It wasn't the first time mom and I watched this movie. Almost every time we watched it, mom said that the original version was better. For me it was just a good way to kill time.

As the movie progressed, some memories that were buried deep in my mind began to surface. When I was a kid, my mom decided to put me in some classical dance classes. According to her, it would help build discipline and character. But to be honest, I always hated it. Instead of being an artistic and spontaneous dance it felt more like a compendium of fixed and arbitrary rules. So when I had the opportunity in early high school, I dropped out. Although I remember those classes fondly today. While watching the movie, this strange feeling of wanting to dance came over me. To be honest, I'm not by far a good dancer. In fact I don't like to dance.

But I guess once a year doesn't hurt. I slowly got up from the couch and, in a fit of spontaneity, started to move my hips. They weren't great dance moves, I wouldn't even say they were good, but I was having fun.

Mom looked attentively at my little show. At first she was a little surprised, but she started to laugh at the situation. After a while of not paying attention to the movie, mom also got up from the couch and started to imitate me. It was a bit of a spontaneous attack from both of us, but we were having fun.

While we were jumping to the rhythm of the music of the movie, mom began to talk.

"Hey Vero, do you remember some of the steps you learned in dance?"

"I do, although I'm pretty rusty. I happened to be thinking back to those days," I replied. "I don't know if I ever told you but I've always wanted to practice dance. How would you like to teach this old cow a few steps?”

I grimaced at how my mom referred to herself even though I assumed it was in jest and responded with a "Sure." We took out the movie which by this time was already in the credits and I put on one of the tracks we used to use when I practiced.

After doing some light stretching I asked my mom to stand in front of me.

"Ok mom, I'm not very good at teaching. So watch how I do it and imitate my moves." As I started dancing.

We both happened to be wearing skirts which was perfect for the occasion. With my non-dominant hand I pulled up my mom's skirt and plunged my hand into her panties. Remembering my "dance" classes, I began to trace her slit with slow movements to get her going.

Mom seemed to be concentrating as her face got redder and redder. As I watched my mom slowly get used to my touch, I made my next "move." I began to stroke my mom's clitoris as if it were a small penis. I moved my fingers to the rhythm of the music using what I remembered. My mom had a faint trace of drool coming out of the corner of her mouth, her hands were clenched into a fist. It looked like I was doing it right.

I decided to take a more elaborate step. I slipped my slender fingers inside my mom's vagina, hearing a soft sigh in my ear as I did but ignored it. Inside her, I traced her vagina again while at the same time I moved my finger inside her, listening to my mom's soft moans without stopping my hands. “You’re doing great mom.”

With a half lost look and with some drool running down her face my mom stretched out her hand, pulling on the waist bang of my skirt, and put her hands inside my panties. My mom and I had a little dance fight, she made me cum twice before I made her come once. If I didn't know advanced steps like touching her G-spot and her clitoris at the same time I would have lost.

No doubt mom had a natural talent for "dancing."

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