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Text by bob on 25/Feb/2011 in reply to Re: Incest stories posted by Bob on 25/Feb/2011
"What are you planning?" he demanded when I reappeared five minutes later clad only in a towel.
"Moi?" I asked as I let the towel fall. I shook my hips.
"You better not do anything," he threatened.
"Go have your shower Kev," I advised as I grabbed the bottle of after shave from the bag I'd brought with me.
"What's that?" he asked when he saw it.
"Ash and the girls recommended I use it. They said that women would like it. It acts as an aphrodisiac."
"They did? An aphrodisiac? What's that? Should I use it too?" Neither of us had ever used anything like it.
"No, Ash said this one would be better for you," I said as I dipped my hand back in my bag and came up another bottle.
"She did? Really?" he asked as he took it from me.
"Yup. And you owe me eighty-three bucks for it."
"What! Are you crazy?"
I thought we just might surprise Mrs. White with our cleaned up, showered, shaved and aphrodisiac aroma'd bodies when she arrived but it was she who instead surprised us.
I actually whistled. Kevin stood for seconds with mouth open in surprise before Mrs. White finally said, "What?"
"You look greaaaaaaaaat Mrs. W.," I said near reverentially, then whistled again.
"It's just my nighttime robe," she stammered out in reply as her face reddened. She'd definitely put on some perfume.
Ashley, or one of the girls, could give you a perfect description of what Kevin's mom was wearing that night. They'd be able to tell you what the material was (silk?), the cut, the color, the style, heck, probably the designer and its approximate price.
I can't. All I can tell you is that she looked great in it. It wasn't particularly revealing in terms of amount of skin we could see. But it was definitely sexy and anyone who saw Kev's mother in it would know without question that it was saved for special occasions.
It was some sort of Chinese kimono type robe in a shimmering, almost translucent ivory color with a subtle pattern woven in. A piece of cloth that seemed to float over her suddenly evident curves. Kevin and I had never seen her in anything remotely resembling it before. You could see her full breasts dancing under the cloth as she walked.
"You look beautiful Mrs. W.," I told her as I offered her my hand and escorted her to the couch.
When she sat down between her son and me on the playroom couch the sashed robe opened slightly and let me see that she had a matching gown under it. A negligee?
We watched a movie together. A 'chick flic' as Kevin derisively described it when it started. A tear jerker about some older babe who, a couple of years after losing her husband, goes on a vacation to Italy and has an affair with a guy twenty years younger than her. Of course I'd picked it for that very reason. Time to get Kevin's mom thinking about younger men.
It wasn't x-rated or anything but it did have a couple of pretty risqué scenes, especially when you're watching it with your mother. One was a shot of the muscular young stud from behind as he walked naked into the shower. Another showed the women topless in bed. Her tits weren't anywhere close to being as nice as Mrs. W's.
Mrs. White was excited. Don't ask me how I knew it but I did. Was it that her body was exuding those pheromone things the sex manuals are always talking about and I'd subconsciously picked up on them?
Or was it the little tremors that I felt when our legs accidently touched?
And had she noticed the almost continuous erection I had through most of the movie even though I'd tried to hide it?
With only fifteen minutes left in the movie I clicked the pause button, excusing myself to go get us some drinks. When I came back into the room I was carrying a tray with three cokes on it. I made sure Kev's mother took the right one.
***
"She's fallen asleep," Kev announced when I got back from the washroom. I'd rushed off to the pisser the second the movie had ended.
"She has?" I asked innocently.
"Do you think she's okay, I can't seem to wake her."
"It's late. She was probably just tired, maybe we better help her to her room," I suggested.
"Why, do you think something wrong with her?"
I smiled. I watched my friend and saw as realization suddenly dawned. "You didn't put something in her drink did you?"
"You get her arms, I'll get her legs," I answered as I moved over and stood between her legs.
"What was it?" Kevin asked as I put my hands under Mrs. White's legs and slowly pulled then up off the ground.
"Don't let your mom fall," I ordered as I started to pull her up off the couch and towards me. The kimono spilled open as I did and the hem of the matching nightie she wore below rode high up onto her thighs.
"We can't," Kevin said even as he grabbed his mom's shoulders.
"Michelle's wearing sexy white lace panties tonight," I told my friend as we started across the room with his mom in our arms.
"Don't call her that ... she's Mrs. White to you," he answered, trying to assert some authority even as his eyes strayed to his mom's legs. At his angle he couldn't see her panties.
"She dressed up in her sexiest panties for yours truly, I'll bet she was hoping I'd get to see them."
"She did not."
"You go first.... go backwards," I instructed as we neared the playroom door.
"Don't look at her," he ordered as, backing up, he struggled to hold his mom up. My supporting hands had moved up even farther and were now right under her bum.
I ignored him and then when he stumbled a bit I told him, "God Kev, don't touch your mother's tits!" One of his hands, slipping, had grasped his mother's breast.
"I'm not. Fuck, you should have gone first." A minute later, after struggling down the hall to the White's master bedroom, we deposited Kevin's mother in the middle of her king size bed.
"We'll have to take off her robe," I instructed as I undid the sash that held it together. "Lift her shoulders up so I can get it off."
"Do we have to? Couldn't we just--" He stopped as the outer robe slipped off his mom's shoulders and down her back. The matching nightie, once exposed, was décolleté and tightly hugged the full breasts that were clearly braless. Both of us could easily see the dark circles of her areolas and the nipples that protruded up from them. "Will, we can't--"
I ignored him.
"Nooooo." A moaning protest as he watched me slip one of the spaghetti straps of the gown off her shoulder. Then the second. Mrs. W's breasts were perfect.
"What are you going to do?" he asked as I worked the garment down over her hips. She was wearing matching lace, bikini panties. I pulled them slowly down. Mouth agape, he said nothing as I arranged his mother's hands at her sides and spread her knees slightly. Her blond bush stared up at me. He said nothing when I turned and left the room. He was still sitting in the same position on the edge of the bed next to his mom when I reappeared thirty seconds later. Except he had a huge hard on sticking out from his now undone fly. I had my digital camera in my hand.
He came out of it when I took the first picture. "She's my mom." he said. I handed him the camera.
"I want you to film me," I told him as he took the offered camera, then I scrambled up the bed between his mom's legs.
"Film what? You're not going to--"
"My first nipple," I answered as my hand closed around Michelle White's left breast. Seconds later I'd bent over her and captured her right one between my lips. For minutes I feasted on her, my sucking lips continually darting from one nipple to the other.
"She'll wake up," Kev protested in the background. I finally pulled back from the succulent orbs.
"Your turn," I offered as I cupped one of Mrs. White's breasts in my now sweaty palm and squeezed it.
"It's wrong," he protested.
"Touch it."
"No." I took his hand and placed it on his mom's tit. He groaned but he didn't let go. "It's so wrong," he said as his other hand closed on her other breast.
"Put it in your mouth, like you did when you were a baby," I encouraged as I pointed the camera and pushed the record button. He did. It had been eighteen years since he'd sucked at his mother's nipples. As his hands and mouth worked I slipped back off the bed and then quickly shucked my shorts. Then I climbed up back between them, my hard cock bobbing up against my stomach.
"She trims it," I said as my hands slipped up her inner thighs.
"Trims what?" he asked as he looked up from his mom's breast.
"Her blond bush," I said as my left hand slipped over her mound.
"Don't touch it," he ordered, watching intently as I spread the lips of his mom's sex.
"Jeeesus Kev, look at this man," I said as I bared her pink insides.
"What?" He'd forgotten her breasts. "What is it?"
"Her clitoris, look, right here," I said as I gently nudged the little bud with my finger.
"She'll wake up," he said as I dipped my head and then lightly put the tip of my tongue on her bright pink protrusion. "Are you sure that's her clit?"
"Oh fuck... oh fuck... oh fuck," I groaned into her slit as my tongue ran up and down the moist channel.
"What? What is it?"
"Look how pink she is inside. You have to taste it Kev."
"What's it like?" I moved back. A second later Kevin White's tongue was inside his mother's vagina!
"It's my turn," I ordered two minutes later, but Kev ignored me until I forcefully pulled his head back. It was my cocks turn.
"What are you going to do? You're not going to put it inside mom are you?" Kev asked as I moved in.
"Not today," I answered as I brought my straining, engorged erection right up to the now glistening lips of his mom's vagina. "I'm just introducing myself," I added as I slid my cockhead up and down her channel.
Then I pushed the middle finger of my left hand inside her . "What's it feel like?" he asked. In his excitement Kev was actually panting.
"Fuck, she's tight ... but wet ... Christ really wet Kev," I told my friend as I slipped a second finger inside.
"She is? Are they supposed to be?"
"But it's so tight. I don't think my cock will ever fit in here. Oh my gawd she just squeezed my fingers."
"She did? Let me try now, it's my turn," Kev demanded. I slowly pulled my fingers out of his mother. Then brought them to my face and smelled them. Then I held them under Kev's nose. His hand was slowly palming his cock.
I held the camera and stared filming once Kevin had positioned himself between Mrs. W's legs. Excited, he actually slipped the bulb that was his cockhead completely inside his mom. Then quickly pulled it out. Then, after looking at me, as if to get my okay, he pushed it in again.
"Push it in all the way," I encouraged. And then I filmed him as he pushed every inch of his long cock deep inside his mom. She groaned in her sleep.
"It's tight Will, it's squeezing me too," my friend groaned as he slowly pulled it all the way out.
"Do it again," I told him. He immediately obeyed. "Again," I ordered.
"Oh fuck, I'm going to cum," he stammered even before he'd bottomed out the third time.
"Jesus, take it out, don't cum in her," I ordered. The first thick creamy strand of cum exploded from the end of his penis scant milliseconds after he'd pulled out. Scrambling to his feet, and still spurting, he raced to his mother's bathroom.
When he finally came out of the bathroom minutes later he found me cock deep in his mom. I'd told myself I'd just try it out. And then, once in, I'd been afraid to move. It was better than good.
"Take it out," he told me when he saw what I was doing. Knowing that if I didn't I'd cum in her I pulled it out.
"I'm going to fuck her tits," I told my friend as my cock slipped free.
"What if she wakes?" They were just words, we were both long past any worry about his mom waking.
There are things you do in life you'll never forget no matter how long you live. Sliding my penis, still sticky with cunt juice, back and forth between Mrs. White's breasts is one of those things. I didn't last long. But it didn't matter because it felt so fucking good.
The two of us washed Kevin's mom after I'd finished. Cleaned every strand and every drop of the sperm I'd spurted out. I'd gently washed her lips, removing that last drop of cum I'd squeezed out and down onto them. And when we'd finished we replaced her panties and negligee and placed her under her sheet.
***
"Do you think we're going to go to hell?" Kevin's voice. It had echoed up from his bed a half hour later. Neither of us had fallen asleep.
"She belongs to us now Kev," I answered.
"But what about dad?"
"He's old. He's away so much. Your mother needs us."
"He can't find out," came back from Kev. It was a plea to the gods as much as instructions to me.
"They hardly ever have sex. You felt how wet she was, how ready. Even when she's sleeping."
"Still--"
"Your dad uses viagara."
"He does?" How--"
"I saw it in his medicine cabinet. He needs us as much as your mom does. If we don't do it he'll lose her to somebody else."
"But--"
"When we're at the cottage we'll do it. We're going to have more than two weeks alone with her. We're going to make her happy Kev. We're going to fuck your mom."
"At the cottage? Both of us? Without drugging her?"
"Then when we get home, in August when your parents are in Paris, then we're going to do my mom. We've got to learn everything before we leave for school."
"I thought the plan called for us to hire call girls or prostitutes."
"It'll be better with women we love and who love us."
"But your mom and dad are ... more in love ... you're dad's younger," Kevin stammered out into the darkness.
"I think they're having problems," I answered.
Ashley Saturday
"So who are you guys taking to the prom anyway?" Looking up I saw the three girls in my doorway. It was two days after Kevin and I had drugged his mother.
"We're not going," Kevin answered after he realized I wasn't going to say a word.
"That's stupid," Ashley announced as she stepped inside. Her friends followed.
"Especially after all the work we did," Caitlyn added.
"Yeah, what are you guys going to do? Stay home and look at dirty movies on your computers?" Brianna contributed. Then all three started to natter. Sixteen year old girls can be more than irritating. I was prepared to wait them out but Kev folded.
"We don't have dates."
"Duh! You have to ask someone, that's how it works," Caitlyn said in a voice that easily conveyed her distain for not only us but the whole of the male race.
Again Kevin couldn't refuse the bait. "It's too late. I mean who'd go with us? Everyone's already got a date. Crikey, it's next week. Everyone thinks we're losers." Ashley smiled as she heard his words, recognizing the look I knew immediately she had something up her sleeve.
"I talked to Monica today, she told me there are four or five girls that don't have dates that would love to go with you."
"Monica Evans? You talked to Monica Evans?" Kev asked. Her name certainly got our attention. Monica Evans was the head cheerleader, the best looking girl in the senior class, and the odds on favorite to be named Prom Queen. She was one of the recurring main players in both of our wet dreams.
Watching Ashley I knew that if I didn't act immediately we were going to end up going to the prom with who knew what. "Hey, you're not going Ash," I quickly interjected, trying to forestall hearing who she'd plotted to set us up with.
"Sophomores can't go to the Senior Prom Will," Caitlyn informed me.
"Unless they go with a senior," I corrected.
"Here are the names Monica gave me," Ash said, clearly trying to get back to her game plan.
"Ash could be Kevin's date," I said.
"Who can?" Brianna asked. I'd also got Kevin's attention.
Ashley immediately realized I was trying to escape her manipulations. "I have a boyfriend Will. Besides, someone going to Princeton certainly would never even consider going to his senior prom with a mere sophomore. It wouldn't be appropriate."
"I'd go with you Ash." Kev said enthusiastically. I figured my suggestion and his offer would send the girls packing in retreat.
"And what about Will?" my sister asked. She clearly wasn't ready to throw in the towel yet.
"Well, I could double date with you," I offered with a smug smile.
"If you're going to double date with us you'd need to have a date you idiot." We all probably would have laughed off the whole thing if I hadn't said what I said next. Kev and I would have escaped whatever girls Ashley had planned for us and we'd have not gone to the dance. But the troublemaker in me let it slip out.
"No, you're probably right Ash, girls your age really aren't old enough for a senior prom." Immediately the faces of all three clouded up. But before any of them could say a word, Kev, clearly inspired, and who definitely had liked the idea of dating my sister, came up with the one killer comment that sealed the deal.
"I hear Karen Miller's going, but of course she's more mature than most sophomores."
"She's what?" Caitlyn almost shrieked.
"She's a slut," Brianna said with scorn. My sister, silent, sat fuming and looked like she was going to explode. Karen Miller was Ashley's one contender for the crown of the best looking and most popular sophomore in the school.
"She's going with that jerk Billy," Ash finally hissed through gnashed teeth.
"Still," I said. I could see the decision as it formed in my sister's eyes.
"You're going to be my date Kevin," she announced.
"I am?" Kevin couldn't keep the happiness out of his voice.
"And Will, I personally am going to get you a date from this list whether you like it or not," she threatened.
"I told you I'd double date with you," I answered amicably.
"And I tried to explain that double dating would require that you acquire a date." Her words were delivered fairly aggressively.
"No, I meant I'll double date with both Brianna and Caitlyn. If they'll go with me."
"You can't take two dates to the prom."
"Why not?" I asked as I looked at Bri and Caitlyn.
And so, after arguments back and forth, it was decided. The five of us would attend the prom. Notwithstanding who their dates were, the girls, once they'd accepted, were obviously delighted.
Going to the senior prom, even if it meant going with Kev and I, was a coup.
"Now, we have a hundred things to do to organize," Ashley announced once the decision had been made.
"We do?" Kev asked. Bri and Caitlyn quickly started to list them: Hair, gown, corsages, shoes, tux, limo, nails, tickets, etc., etc.
"And we'll have to arrange getting invited to the right parties," sis added.
"What parties?" Kevin asked. I wasn't sure I wanted to know.
"We'll tell you later, we don't have time right now," Ash answered. Seconds later the three had swept out of my room in a sea of excited chatter.
Natalie's Dance Lessens
At about ten-thirty that night Kevin called. He had one question. "Can you dance?" Fuck! Of course neither of us could.
It was however one of the items we'd highlighted on our 'get ready for Princeton' list. Item C 1: Learn to dance.
Next to that item on my master list I'd written in pencil: hire a professional? from where? Later on I'd added: Natalie from strip club?
Natalie was a sweet young girl. A sweet stripper? Yes she was. At least that was my impression from our one fleeting previous encounter. Well, it wasn't that fleeting I suppose. She'd given both Kevin and I two lap dances each when we'd visited the 'Lady Pussycat' emporium of drinks and dances some four weeks earlier. Using fake ID's, we'd talked our way into the club on one of our dateless Fridays just weeks after we'd started our planning sessions. We justified it as being an important, fact finding, part of our research.
And Natalie had talked to us the whole time she'd danced for us. Perched on a stool between first Kevin's legs and then mine she'd somehow managed to put the two nervous high schoolers at ease. And she hadn't treated us like kids even though we quickly admitted under her questioning that we were high school seniors. And she didn't rush away the second she'd finished.
She'd just finished her second year of university. She was beautiful. First 'live' tits we'd ever seen. And could she dance! This we'd observed when she'd been up on stage. When we finally worked up enough courage to ask one of the girls to dance for us, we'd chosen her.
And so, when I'd got home from the club that night, I'd written her name on my list as a potential dance instructor.
Which was why, when I'd hung up my call with Kevin the night we'd agreed to go to the prom, I put on some jeans, grabbed my wallet and after borrowing mom's car, set out for the club. Not sure how I'd be received I decided not to tell Kev my plan.
"Hey you," she said as she sidled up to me. There was a friendly smile on her face. I figured there was no way she'd remember me.
"Will? It's Will right?" Then she ran a hand through my hair and said, "hey, your new look is cool, you look great."
"It is? I do? You remember me?"
"You're like by far the cutest guy in the club." I blushed even while wondering if this was some stripper come-on line. "I mean it," she added as she saw the question in my eyes. "You shoulda seen the last guy I had to dance for. He was like two seventy and I don't think he'd washed in a week. At least fifty years old. Garlic on his breath. Yuck!"
I had never really considered the travails of a dancer in a nude club before. "I guess you have to dance with anyone who asks you, don't you?"
"Unless a cute guy like you asks me first." She could see the momentary indecision in my eyes and so quickly added, "Please. I really need a break. I've just got to talk to someone normal. I won't even charge you," she lured as she took my hand and tried to pull me to my feet.
"In a booth?" She nodded as I followed her towards the back room. "Do you want a drink first?"I asked. She nodded her yes. "And don't worry, I'll pay for your time," I added.
Two minutes later I was sitting in a booth in the back corner of the private lap dance room. It was very dark. Natalie was perched on the stool she'd placed between my legs.
"How come you're not out with your girlfriend?" she asked between sips of her drink.
"That's sorta why I'm here?" The music started up.
"It is?" Natalie asked as she started to undo the buttons on her blouse.
"You don't have to do that," I said as my eyes darted to her cleavage.
"You don't want to see them?" Natalie asked as she undid the last button. Her blouse, hanging open, drew my eyes. Of course I wanted to see them! And she knew it.
"We're losers," I finally blurted out.
"Who are?" Natalie asked as she slowly pulled her blouse apart. Her nipples were erect.
And so I told Natalie the sad story of the life of myself and my friend Kevin. Of our dateless weekends. Of our plan to change ourselves. And as I told her the story my eyes danced back and forth between her face and her nipples.
"You're a virgin? Really?" she interrupted at one point. I nodded. "No way! You guys are hot. You especially," she added. For a second her fingers lingered on my thigh.
I told her about our 'Action Plan'. About our weightlifting. About Ashley. About our makeover. About the impending prom. From time to time Natalie's knee accidently brushed my penis. Her hands took turns curling through my hair and across my cheek. Trying to keep on track with my story became difficult. But I finally got there.
"You can't dance? At all?" I shook my head no. "Okay, I understand the virgins thing, I mean you are high school guys, but everyone can dance."
"Not me."
"And you have to learn for next weekend?"
"That's why I was hoping you might know someone who could give us lessons this week. I was going to look on Craigs List but then I thought of you. About how good a dancer you were. I figured you'd know someone ... we'll pay her. Whatever she wants. We're totally desperate."
"And what's wrong with me?" Natalie asked as her fingers closed around my penis. She gave it a quick squeeze before releasing it. I think I actually squealed.
"You're probably busy. Your boyfriend, if he's got any brains at all, probably wants to spend all his free time with you. Besides I'm sure you make all sorts of money here."
"My ex-boyfriend's an ass."
"He is?"
"Yes. And with school out I have lots of free time during the day. I'd love to teach you."
And so, that's why Kevin and I, two very nervous high school seniors knocked on Natalie's apartment door at two o'clock on the following Tuesday afternoon.
For some unknown reason, at least to me, Kevin picked up the whole dancing thing much faster than I did. Which worked out okay -- he was delighted to be better than me at something and I got more dancing time with the beautiful coed. And Natalie seemed to enjoy it too.
We had a second lesson Thursday afternoon. And by the time we left we were both pretty confident that we wouldn't make complete fools of ourselves at the prom.
"Hey, I want to hear how you guys did, okay? And I want a report in person," Natalie ordered as we were leaving.
Kevin had already gone out the door. I turned back to the beautiful coed. "I'll be over first thing Monday. If that's okay with you?"
"Give me a hug," the best dance instructor in the world demanded. It's weird, you've got nothing, nil, nada, the big zero, and then all of a sudden there are girls everywhere. And you're the same person you were when you were a loser. Makes no sense at all. She felt fucking great to hug.
Mom Can Dance Too!
It was nine p.m. Friday night and I was less than twenty-four hours from my first prom. Alone, I was sitting on my bed dubiously contemplating the tuxedo that was hanging on my cupboard door. Clad in just a pair of cotton gym shorts I was asking myself what I'd gotten myself into.
A light rapping on the door woke me from my zombielike state long enough for me to see mom standing in my half opened door.
"Can I come in?" I nodded yes and then watched as she walked over to the hanging suit.
"You'll be the handsomest man there," she said as she sat down next to me.
"It won't be that easy," I predicted.
"Nervous?" I nodded. "You'll remember tomorrow for the rest of your life."
"That's what I'm afraid of," I answered ruefully.
"I still remember mine."
"You do?"
"Uh huh, I danced all night," mom answered.
"That's just one of my many worries."
"Dancing?"
"Uh huh," I agreed.
"It's not that hard."
"Yeah right."
"C'mon, I'll show you," my mother said as she got to her feet and then held out her arms.
"You will?" I hadn't made any mention to mom or Ashley of Natalie's lessons.
"Yup," she said as I let her pull me to my feet. "Music?" she asked. I kept hold of her hand as I led her over to my desk and my computer. A minute later I'd clicked open a golden oldie FM station from my radio list.
"Good, it's a slow one," mom whispered as she put one arm around my neck.
"Should I change it? I don't think I'm very good at these ones."
"It's perfect. I danced to this very same song at my prom."
"You did? Really? Should I put on a shirt first?" I started to pull back out of her grasp.
"It's okay. C'mon back here," she invited as she held out her arms. A second later she had both arms around my neck and back.
"Aren't I supposed to put my arm out like this?" I asked as I held my arm extended out in a classic pose.
Mom laughed. "No, put them both around my back," she invited. I did, tentatively.
"Now what?" I asked.
"First you have to learn how to hold a woman just right. Not too tight but also not too loosely."
"Is this okay?" I asked nervously as I held her a little tighter. Mom led me through it, giving me instructions as I tentatively started moving.
"You see honey, you are a wonderful dancer," mom whispered in my ear. We were dancing pretty close -- I could clearly feel her breasts poking into my chest.
"I'm not so sure," I answered. My cock was definitely growing. "Am I too close?"
"No, we're fine like this," mom answered even as she moved an inch closer to me.
"What if I get a--" Hell, I already had got one! My mom was about to feel my cock!
"Get a what?" mom asked into my ear. Somehow I knew that I wanted mom to say the words and not be the one who said them.
"You know ... if my thing..."
She laughed again. Her mouth was now so close to my ear that I could feel every breath she expelled. "What thing?" There was a teasing tone in her voice I'd never heard before. And then, just for a second she moved her body closer until she couldn't help but feel the thing I was talking about.
"You know."
"No I don't," she denied even as again she pressed herself back against me. I moved back slightly but didn't respond. "Your erection?" she finally asked into my ear. "Your penis?" Again she pushed her pelvis against it. "Its normal honey, all boys get them." Then she moved back a bit, breaking contact.
"But what if I get one while I'm dancing with someone? They'll think I'm a pig. What if she slaps me or something?"
"Sometimes girls like them." Mom moved back against me. She was smiling.
"They do?"
"It's tells a girl something about the boy and the reaction she's having on him."
"Yeah, that's maybe okay with your girlfriend or something but not with a girl you hardly know."
"You'd be surprised," mom answered as she again brought her pelvis into contact with my cock. "Sometimes we girls used to giggle about which boys had erections .... and how big they were," mom added with a giggle.
"Girls do that?"
"The most important thing to remember is to let the girl in your arms tell you what's okay and what's not. There's nothing worse than some guy who grabs you and pushes himself against you. Then holds you so tight you can hardly breathe."
"But how will I know what they're thinking?"
"Most boys get nervous and excited the second their penis brushes against a girl. Almost involuntarily their fingers and hands tighten. It scares a girl Will."
"It does?"
"Uh huh. But if you relax, even move slightly back at the first contact a girl feels safer. She may move closer again," mom said as she again brought her mound up against my prick. "No, you have to relax honey."
"I'm trying," I answered.
"Let her feel you without being scared. Let her feel you, explore you, listen to her body," mom said as she slowly but insistently rubbed her mound against my penis.
"Do girls like being poked, isn't it uncomfortable?"
"Sometimes they like it very much," my mother answered. Mom seemed to!
"I probably won't dance that close to anyone tomorrow anyway."
"But you will at Princeton."
Mom released me when the song ended. If she hadn't, if she'd danced even one more dance with me, I'd have ejaculated into my shorts before the song had ended. And she would have felt it.
"Night hon," she said. "You'll do fine tomorrow, promise."
"Thanks mom." My cock was sticking straight out, tenting my shorts.
"Give your mother a goodnight kiss." I did. Mom put her tongue in my mouth. My cock poked into her stomach. She didn't complain. I started to masturbate the second she'd left the room.
Prom Night
Ashley and the girls had scheduled a full evening for us. Christ a whole night. How they'd done it so quickly was a mystery that I knew I'd never solve. Kevin and I were presented a schedule by Ashley at nine the morning of the prom. It included six parties besides the actual prom!
The limo arrived at three. Kev and I were driven over to first Caitlyn's house and then Brianna's. We hardly recognized them in their gowns, high heels and fancy hairdos. I somehow managed to attach the two corsages without injuring anyone.
Both Bri's and Caitlyn's parents were delighted that I was escorting their girls to their first prom. They had followed the girls involvement in my transformation and of course loved Ashley. Who could be a better, or safer, date than Will Sommers? Pictures were taken. Lots of them.
Then we returned to my house where Kev corsaged my sister in front of my and Kev's parents. More pictures were taken. Tears flowed from the mothers. Ashley looked fantastic! Which was no surprise at all.
We started at a backyard garden party hosted by Greta Smith. She was one of the leaders of the "in" crowd. I don't think she'd said three words to me in four years. Ashley and the girls were warmly welcomed -- Kevin and I trailed in their wake. People actually talked to us.
Then we went to a dinner party held at the house of the student council president. "He'd do anything for me," Ash explained as we entered his parent's house.
Then the prom itself. I'd never been to a school dance before and so was both surprised and overwhelmed when we finally entered the gym at just after nine-thirty. This was like no gym I'd ever imagined. Kevin and I stood with mouths agape for second after second as we took in the transformation that had taken place.
"Who did all this?" Kev finally asked.
"Duh! What did you think the Prom Decorating Committee does?" Caitlyn asked as she grabbed his arm. I'd never heard of the decorating committee. I'm pretty sure Kev hadn't either.
It went off better than I'd ever imagined. Like a thousand times better. When we first got out on the dance floor with the girls we didn't embarrass ourselves. Nor did we have people pointing or staring at us. People said hello. Smiled.
And even when the three sophomores deserted us - they'd been inundated with dance requests almost from the second we'd come through the front door -- other people seemed to want to talk to us, even to dance with us.
Monica Evens was the icing on the cake. It was pretty late. She'd been crowned prom queen hours earlier. I was sitting alone at our table, watching the action swirling around me as I rested from the almost continuous dancing I'd been doing, when she suddenly appeared at my side.
I'd always had a bit of a secret crush on her. "Aren't you going to ask me to dance?" she asked as she sat down next to me. I think I'd first met her when we'd both been in grade three. Smart, popular, beautiful and the head cheerleader to boot, our worlds hadn't intersected in high school.
"I'm not very good," I cautioned as she took my hand and encouraged me to my feet.
"That's not what everyone's saying in the girl's washroom," she answered with her warmest smile. The music stopped just as we arrived on the floor.
What the heck do you answer to that? Woman's washroom? Then a slow one started! And Monica's arms curled over my shoulders. I tried to remember mom's lessons. I had to because the second my arms were around her back my penis started to twitch.
"Uh huh, like I must have heard at least twenty girls tonight ask who the handsome new guy was. The one who sorta looked like that Will Sommers guy who used to hand around." Monica was teasing but I recognized it immediately for kind, friendly teasing. I laughed.
"His body was taken over by aliens," I said. Monica threw back her head and laughed. Then she snuggled just a little closer. Her body brushed my cock. But thanks to mom I didn't panic. I simply casually moved back a fraction of an inch.
"Does everyone on your world look like you Mr. Alien?" she asked as she reentered my space and rubbed herself up against me.
It only lasted about five minutes in all. We talked as we danced. In a friendly normal way that I would have been incapable of doing just weeks before. Her niceness simply broke through my shyness. She asked about my plans, when I was leaving for Princeton, what courses I was going to take, what my plans were for the rest of the summer, etc., etc. After just five minutes with her I knew why she was the most popular girl in our class.
We had a normal conversation! Even while my cock was raging up against her stomach. She did nothing to discourage contact! She was clearly one of those girls who liked the feel of a hard penis poking into her.
She gave me a quick peck on the cheek when the song finally ended. My night had been made. Heck, my high school career had been made.
"We should get together sometime before we all go away to university," were her last words.
***
Ashley and the girls led us from party to party after the prom ended.
After having left the fourth or fifth stop, as the five of us sat exhausted in the back of the limo, Caitlyn, out of nowhere started to laugh.
"What?" Brianna finally asked when Caitlyn didn't stop.
"Do you know what Cindy Thomas just said back there," she asked, then broke into another fit of giggling.
Of course none of us had any idea. She kept us waiting though before finally saying, "Some of the girls in Will and Kevin's class think their bodies have been taken over by ... by aliens," she said as she again started to laugh.
"They did not," Kevin denied.
"Aliens from a planet where all the males have big--" She didn't finish the sentence out loud. Instead Caitlyn whispered the missing word into her friend's ears. They all started to giggle.
"Big what?" Kev asked. Which produced another round of giggles. Girls!
Breakfast -- Mom
Our final engagement was at seven a.m. Sunday morning and listed on Ashley's typed schedule simply as: Closing Breakfast at the Whites.
Mr. White had gone all out. Or his wife had. A beautiful tent like pavilion had been set up in his back yard. A gorgeously appointed table awaited us. Party surprises were waiting at every placing. He'd invited the four sets of parents and the five of us. Champagne and orange juice to start the catered brunch. Everyone was delighted. It was conceded by one and all that the evening had been a total success.
The girls were allowed one glass of champagne. Excited, they regaled their parents with a complete blow-by-blow description of every second of the evening.
Mr. White then proceeded to give a speech. A speech in which, to Kev's embarrassment, he thanked the three girls for saving his son from a life of loneliness, despair, dirty hoodies and messy hair.
A half hour later the best night of my life ended.
***
"So how was it?" Mom asked from the doorway.
"You were right," I said. I was standing in front of my mirror undoing my tie.
"A night you'll remember all your life?" she asked. I nodded. "Can I help with the tie?" A second later she was standing in front of me, her hands at my tie's knot. "The girls all said you were the handsomest guy there."
"Hah."
"They did. And I think they were all pretty surprised."
"They did all the work." I was quite happy to credit sis and her friends.
"So you had fun?"
"Uh huh ... mind you I didn't get even one kiss," I complained.
"Not even one?" mom teased.
"Not on the lips anyway. But it was probably better that way. We haven't got there yet. On our plan I mean. It's item number C 2 and is only scheduled for the first week of August."
"Your plan?" Mom did know that Kevin and I had written a 'get ready for Princeton and girls' plan but had never seen all its details.
"Learn to kiss -- first week of August -- get professional help," I said with a laugh.
"I think you two need professional help," mom teased back. She was looking up into my eyes, a dazzling smile on her lips.
"How about one last dance?" I offered as I put a hand on mom's arm.
"You're all dressed up, I look like a--"
"You look perfect," I told my mom. And she did. And the second she slipped into my arms I had an erection. And within seconds she felt it. I relaxed completely and moved slightly back. Mom chose to reestablish contact.
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