Chapter 62

I felt a hand on my thigh. Looking at the table, seeing both of my wifes’, I knew it must be Sarah’s. She was inching up my leg, as I was conversing with the others. She leaned into me and asked, “Is that for me?”

“Maybe, but I thought I’d give Mom a turn, first,” I said quietly to Sarah, causing her to remove her hand in astonished surprise of my remark.

Rosemary showed up with our Tenders, our sauces and large glasses of ice water for everyone.

“Can I get anyone, anything else?” she asked.

“No, I think we’re OK, Rosemary – Thank you very much, my dear?” I said.

“Annie,” Sarah said. “Charles was telling me how he missed your foot massages. Maybe later, you could give him one. He must be getting tight muscles ... after all of this dancing.”

“That’s not a bad idea, Mom – if you wouldn’t mind?” I asked, placing my hand on Sarah’s thigh. “I am feeling a little tightness in my leg, after our last dancing block tonight, maybe you could come over and relax my ankle muscle a little.”

“Sure honey, that would be nice, it’s been a while – hasn’t it?” she said.

“Great. Let’s finish up here, maybe take this with us?” I said.

“Charles,” Kalista said. “Let’s finish here. How much of the second set are we doing tonight?”

“We have got eighteen numbers in the second set, three we have done before, so maybe we’ll go for ninety minutes, then call it a night,” I replied. “How much time left in our dinner break, Mom?”

“Fifteen minutes’ honey, I know you are anxious to get these numbers done, but just relax, OK?” she said.

“You’re right Mom, I have just got these numbers in my head with the choreography just pouring out, like syrup on a waffle,” I said.

“That’s sweet, honey,” mom said, causing everyone to snicker as mom realized what she’d said - joining in on the laughter. We finished our food just as I heard a timer go off.

Rosemary came back by and said, “Thank you so much, I have never waited on anyone famous before, I was a little nervous.”

Getting the OK from Claire, I said, “Rosemary, you are so pretty, you’ll have people waiting on you before you know it. Thank you for putting up with our shenanigans.” I left a twenty-dollar tip for her, just for her wonderful attitude.

We got back to dancing and got through the first five numbers of the second set, then we went back up to our room, changing into more comfortable clothes. Mom came over to give me my leg rub as Claire left to go talk to K and Sarah. Annie was in a nice white blouse and short tan skirt.

“Your wife didn’t have to leave, Charles?” she said.

“She had some private girl stuff to talk to them about. I told her I didn’t want to know about it. How do you want me?” I asked.

She sputtered a bit, asking, “What do you mean?”

“On my back, on my stomach; how do you want me?” I repeated.

“Well, on your back is fine, can you change into shorts or a swim suit maybe?” she asked.

“Anything for my Mama,” I said, stripping right in front of her, causing her to turn away. I chuckled and said, “Sorry if I embarrassed you mom, I was just changing?”

“Well, you are seventeen now, and quite muscular, and I’ll just say it—you have become a very good-looking young man, Charles.”

“And you are a fantastic looking woman yourself, my dear Antoinette,” I replied.

“Thank you, kind sir, get on your back. I’ll get on the bed and put your leg on my lap, like the last time we did this.”

“I barely remember the last time we did this, Ms. Moynihan.”

I’d told her that her legs were too pretty to wear those long skirts that go to the knee, so she had started buying and wearing shorter skirts, which would really show off her gams.

She got up on the bed, and grabbed the closest leg, starting at the knee and working down. I was enjoying this because her hands felt so nice. I’d put on a Speedo, which had apparently distracted her for a moment. She was working the leg quite extensively as I had the kind of reaction I’d expected. She glanced and saw the bulge in my Speedo increase but went right back to what she was doing. After the sole of my foot was done, she said, “Switch.”

She got up, then I turned the other direction, she sat down and started my other leg.

“Wow, Mom – you have become a technician at this, knowing every muscle in the leg and foot. It feels so good – what you are doing. When you are done, anything I can do for you?” I asked.

“Actually honey, my neck is a bit sore – would you mind?”

“A chance to get my hands on my mother, I’d love to rub your neck and shoulders.”

“You say that like this is all a plan of some kind - Charles, are you seducing me – your own mother?” she smiled at me, glancing again at my Speedos.

“What if I was?”

“Sarah told me to be careful with you, is this all a setup of some kind?”

“No, Mom– my legs really are sore. But I can’t help noticing how beautiful you are, and how happy you are. Sarah and you have become much more over this last year, haven’t you?”

“Yes, we have – she’s a marvelous woman, but you know that – intimately, don’t you? Are you planning to make me your latest conquest, Loverboy?” she said, finishing up my right leg.

I moved to where I was against my bed’s headboard. I got my pillows, putting them in my lap as Mom scooted up with her back to me. I started right behind her ears, rubbing languorously with the slightest pinch.

“Ooooh, Charles – that is really good. If you ‘were’ seducing me, what would be your next move?”

“I’d come up with a reason for you to take off your blouse, my dear - to get to your neck and shoulders ostensibly. But I really ... would want to get a close-up look at my mother’s generous bosom.”

“You really have got the moves of your father, but much smoother,” she said, actually starting to unbutton her blouse.

I moved my hands to the base of her neck, expanding both my fingers pushing on her shoulders, and my Speedos. I heard her give out a couple of whisper quiet groans.

She’d completely unbuttoned her blouse, as I helped her remove it.

The brassiere she was wearing was a navy-blue demi-cup, showing off much of her marvelous chest, I expressed my appreciation by giving her a kiss behind her ear, then I nibbled on her ear lobe a bit, evoking a high-pitched noise from my mother.

“So, what would you do or say next, Charles – if you were seducing me, that is?”

“I’d say something like, ‘I can’t really get your shoulders massaged with those straps in the way. Can I help you out of it?’” I said.

Without her saying a word, I took the straps off her shoulders, and rubbed the tops of her beautiful femininely sloped shoulders, kissing them a little as I rubbed them. I also kissed the back of her neck, causing her to lean her head forward, giving me greater access. I noticed Mom had trembled as I looked down at her now heaving bosom. She was breathing hard.

I was getting much harder by the moment. At this point, I wasn’t sure if I was seducing her, or she was seducing me. It didn’t matter to me, I just was enjoying this moment in my life, whether ... anything more sexual happens between us or not.

I went to the fasteners on her back, releasing one and then the other. Mom had held it in place, turned around and let it drop, exposing to me her remarkably well shaped ‘girls.’

I reached for one with my fingers and she said quietly, “No hands -- just your mouth, Charles. Please?” I saw that her eyes were closed.

She got up, had straddled me so they were both right in front of my face. It was reminiscent of the apple on a stick moment, so long ago. I lunged forward, she moved back. She was enjoying taunting me, so I took my hands and pulled her into me, filling my mouth with her wonderfully bountiful right breast. Her level of confidence took me, as she got up and took off her skirt and panties.

She got up and pulled off my pants and boxers, so I was now as naked as she was. She lay on me, as we started to kiss one another. I quickly rolled her over as I found the moment filling me with desire. Her hand found my firmness and I found her wetness.

“Mom, are you sure?” I said looking at this vision. “Pinch me, please?”

She did, nothing changed, and I entered her completely without stopping. The sound she made was, “Ooooooooo-Dear”, as I proceeded to make love to my own mother. We kept kissing and kissing while I was getting close to the ultimate moment. She pulled her lips from mine and said, “It’s OK, go ahead – I love you, Charles.”

I transitioned to a more feverish pace as we now looked at each other, as I was so close to cumming inside my own mother. This was really happening – it wasn’t a dream ... it wasn’t Claire or Sarah – it was my marvelous Annie.

I felt it about to happen as I said to her, “My beautiful Annie, this - this is such a memorable moment for me. Here it is, I am – I am cumming inside my own mother. Oh my god, I hope you know how much you mean to me, Mom,” I said, breaking into sobs, not because I was ashamed, but because of my love.

When done, she took me in her mouth and cleaned me off, getting me just as hard as I’d been when this all started.

She went into the bathroom, fixed her hair and touched up her make-up. She came back out, as I was stroking myself preparing for more.

“Charles, that was astounding, easily more love then any time with your father. We must be discreet. I am going to take a ‘Day After Pill,’ just in case. This may be the only time – or not,” she said, with hope in her tone and her eyes.

“Put that away, dear!”

She picked up her clothing and put it all back on. I got off the bed and gave her one last passionate kiss on the neck and let her leave. I went in to take a shower, as I heard the door open and close.

The shower curtain parted, and my wife walked in and started to get herself wet, I turned and washed my mother off me, then turned to Claire and started to give her a kiss.

“So, how was it, Charles?”

“How was what?” I replied, nervously.

“Your leg rub, it’d been a while since your mother gave you one of those, hadn’t it?” she asked.

“Yes, quite some time ago. I thought I’d take a shower to relax and go to bed; we still have thirteen songs to make into routines for tomorrow. I want us all to be well rested, Claire.”

“So, we can’t have any hanky-panky tonight, honey?” she asked with a pout.

“Claire, I am really beat. From the dancing and Mom’s ... leg rubs, it’s all I can do to get to bed and sleep. How about we schedule a little Hanky, plus a bit of Panky, tomorrow, after we finish creating the rest of the new routines, OK?”

“Sure Lover, I hope your mother didn’t completely wear you out?”

“N-no, I am just ready to sleep, goodnight Claire-Bear?”

“Good night, sweet-cheeks.”

The energy I had when I woke up was amazing. Not sure how much my incestuous liaison with my own mother had to do with it, but I got up and changed, waiting for Claire as I listened to the rest of the second set, reaffirming what I wanted to do with these numbers. I showed Claire the ‘Cell Block Tango’ video from CHICAGO; helping her to understand the justification for the moves I gave them. She followed it and practiced in front of me, watching and then doing - cleaning up some of the moves she’d been previously using.

K knocked and came in and quickly went to watch with her, now both of them were getting into it, with wild abandon. They quickly turned what we’d worked on yesterday to a real show-stopping number. The moments they did together were perfect – the individual moments were really something to watch. They were high kicking to vertical – also doing the splits.

Annie and Sarah knocked and came in right after the bridge, when the girls were amazingly working together to do jump kicks with each other.

I stopped the music, and announced, “This number will have to be our finale every night from this point on, regardless of which set is first or second. Sarah, make the appropriate copies. Let’s go finish what we started yesterday.”

Mom and I were the last out of the room. She said, “We finished yesterday - are you OK dear?”

“Mom, I am fantastic.”

“Yes, you were dear,” she said blushing, causing me to blush as well.

“Mom, the first time is always the most interesting, it takes at least half a dozen times to really know what you are doing?” I said smirking.

“You are incorrigible, Charles!”

“Thanks, I knew that already. Sarah said the exact same thing. Have you told her anything?”

“I usually do, but this may take a while to talk to her about, is Kalista next?” she asked.

“She’s going to be my stepdaughter; I don’t think so?”

“You just ‘made love’ with your mother, why is it so different if it was your stepdaughter?”

“I don’t know - it just is Mom! She sure is sending all of the same signals the three of you have. Her being so young is my main concern!”

Our room was ready for us again, so we started up with ‘Colors of the Wind,’ although Claire has added some grand moves to make it look as good as everything else. By two pm we’d worked out a routine or polished all of the Set 2 numbers.

We took our meal break then, afterwards; we went through all thirty-five routines, in sequence. Everyone agreed that these new sets would rock.

Back in our room we gathered everyone together and Sarah made numerous copies with the guidelines I’d set up. She also said, she needed to get some new skirts for the girls.

With our routines set, and our entire music library backed up on several thumb drives, I went over this next portion of our Honey Tour. I was really excited about showing everyone these new routines.

My phone rang – it was Ken, I put it on speaker.

“Hello Ken, you are on speaker, everyone is here – go ahead,” I said.

“All right, the services for John were very nice, my family was there, and Esther and her close friends were also. None of the other boys were there. They all said that he didn’t deserve them being there.”

“Thank you, honey!” Sarah said to her eldest.

“The Reading of the Will was yesterday, and I hope that you are all sitting down?” Ken started.

“What happened?” I asked, taking Sarah’s hand.

“Nobody thought he had anything to give, so Sarah Jane and I were the only ones there. He had a proviso in his will that only persons who attended the Reading, would receive assets – except for Kalista.”