Moms and Sons Part Two: Slow Dancing

Veevee had put on some music with a slow, easy beat. The two couples -- Veevee and Gary, and Sally and Peter, slow-danced in the bedroom, holding each other close, occasionally brushing up against the other couple as they slowly stepped, swayed and turned.

Sally told Peter, "That was so good, but so frustrating. I kept getting so close, then you'd have to stop. I was starting to get jealous you had to save yourself for Veevee."

"I was saving myself for you," Peter said. "I didn't want to stop, but going fast like that, I got so close that if I didn't stop, then pow, that would be it."

Sally laughed. "Cream filled mommy," she said. "Well, I know exactly where you can put that. I'm sorry it isn't me, but I want to feel that cock you know so well. My boy, with his cream filled boy buns," she teased.

"Mom, Gary used condoms," Peter said. "After the first time, anyway."

Veevee murmured in Gary's ear as he bent close to her. "You know Sally's kind of a trashmouth about sex. Double when she's having it. The more rude she gets, the more she's having a good time. So if she's calling you a motherfucking son of a bitch, don't stop."

Gary chuckled. "Thanks Mom," he said.

"I heard that," Sally said. "She's right."

They all laughed.

"Change partners," Veevee said. She kissed Gary's cheek and went to adjust the music. A tune with a little more energy came on.

Sally took Gary in hand, leading him. She gave up on trying to prompt him with dance steps, and just turned him with her hands, pulling him closer, pushing him further, and smiling hungrily at him all the while.

Gary let Sally lead him round the little space in the bedroom, watching her face, listening to her little chuckles as she moved him about, feeling her hands grasp and squeeze him, on his arms, his shoulders, his hips.

"Can you see how much I want you?" Sally said as she held him at arm's length. "Ha ha, you can. So, have you fucked anyone else that Peter has?"

Before Peter met Sandy. Peter had been getting it on with his music teacher. One afternoon, when Gary had offered to pick Peter up from practice, they'd asked him to stay. First he'd watched them, and then he'd joined in.

"Once," Gary said. "One time. Before Sandy or Bernie." He felt Sally's hands squeeze his hands.

"Good boy," Sally said. "You'll be doing it again. Did you like seeing Peter giving it to me?"

Gary swallowed. "Yeah," he said. "Yeah, a lot."

"I want you to do me the same way," Sally said. "Maybe not quite sooo fast. You ARE a big boy. Like your dad."

Veevee held Peter close and danced, not any particular steps or style. They worked up a rhythm, getting to know the feel of each others' skin, the swing of their hips to the music. Peter's erection rubbed against Veevee's belly. She smiled, knowing now how well her son Gary had gotten to know that very cock, how often Gary had felt Peter shoot off in Gary's hand, or in his mouth. Her son had been a good friend to Peter, and to Peter's cock. And Peter was a beautiful young man with a long slim cock like his dad Jim, a cock Veevee knew very well. Like father, like son, she hoped. She tightened her embrace, holding Peter closer.

Peter returned Veevee's embrace, his cock swelling against her belly, the tip weeping pre-cum. He breathed in the scent of her hair, clean sweat from a warm day and a good start on bedroom exercise. The sharper, enticing scent of an excited woman was starting to make itself known. He could feel Veevee's desire in her close embrace, he could hear it in her quick, deep breaths.

"Can I touch your pussy?" Peter asked.

"Please," Veevee said.

"You're dripping," Peter said.

"That's how I roll," Veevee said. "With a man hard for me and holding me sweet and close, my honeypot runs over." She raised her voice. "Sally, hon, I think we should take this to the bed."

"Race you!" Sally said. She let go Gary with one hand and dragged him toward the bed.