Chapter 8: 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.

10 - 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!

11 - 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.

“You’re doing it exactly right,” she whispered in my ear. She was plastered against me. “Did you dance this close with anyone last night?”

“Just once,” I admitted.

“And did you follow my instructions?” I nodded against her cheek. “And what did she do?”

“It was Monica.”

“Monica? Not the Monica?”

“Uh huh,” I answered as I let my hands slide onto mom’s rear.

“And?”

“She’s nice,” I said dreamily, then lightly kissed mom’s cheek. And then her lips were on mine.

“A man as handsome as you certainly deserved at least one kiss on his prom night. I don’t know what all those high school girls were thinking.” Mom said when our lips finally separated.

“It’s the best kiss I’ve ever got,” I told my mom. Our faces were still millimeters apart.

“Me too,” mom whispered into my mouth as our lips rejoined.

“I better go,” my mother finally said.

“Do you have to?” It wouldn’t have taken much for me to pull her back into my arms. She nodded yes as she backed towards the door.

“One last kiss?”

“We can’t,” she whispered. For what seemed like minutes our eyes stayed locked. I watched silently as a tear slipped down her cheek.

“Are you and dad okay?” finally slipped from between my lips. But she’d already gone.

12 - Natalie

I could have made love with Natalie on the following Monday morning. The invitation was unstated but clear. Clear in her eyes and voice, made clear by her fingers as they lightly brushed my arm or swept my hair off my forehead.

“So?” she’d asked when she opened the door just after nine-thirty in the morning.

“Thanks to Miss Natalie yours truly was judged the best dancer at the 2010 prom,” I said with a laugh.

“You were not!”

I spent the next twenty minutes telling her the highlights of our night. She had a hundred questions and clarifications.

And the whole time we talked she was sending me a message. How did I know? I certainly wouldn’t have known a couple of weeks earlier. But as I sat next to her on her living room couch I simply knew it. All you have to do is lean over and kiss her I told myself. Even though I wanted her I knew I wasn’t going to do it.

“Are you really a virgin?” she asked as my story neared its end. Her eyes, staring into mine, were sparkling. “You know Will, I’m a pretty good teacher at other things besides dancing,” she added when I didn’t respond.

“I can’t,” I finally said.

“You don’t like me?”

“Yeah right. Look,” I answered as I pointed down at the tent rising out of my pants.

“So how come?”

“I want to ... so bad,” I said, “but I’ve sorta arranged it for someone else ... next week ... I hope.”

“She’s lucky.”

“You know there are other things we can do about this,” Natalie said as she slipped off the couch and knelt between my legs. A second later my zipper was down and her fingers had found my penis. “Have you ever had this done to you?” she asked as she lowered her head.

A blow job! On a Monday morning. Out of the fucking blue. Kev, when I told him what had happened three days later, wanted to know every detail. And was pissed off I hadn’t taken him with me.

But how can you possibility explain to another man what it feels like when a woman’s tongue trails wetly up the underside of your cock if he’s never experienced it before.

Of what it’s like when she slips her lips over your cockhead. What it feels like as your cock slowly slides inside. Or how can you describe the feeling as your penis spits out strand after strand of thick, creamy cum. Or how can you tell him that your legs were so wobbly as you finished that you almost fell down. You don’t!

“I wanta see you again ... after,” Natalie pled as we hugged in her doorway. A girl in college wanted to see me again? To do it? I floated home.

13 - Cottage

Kevin and I had been going up to the White cottage for most of July for the last fifteen years. Then, while Mr. White and his wife took their vacation together in early August, usually a two week affair to some foreign destination, we’d stay with my parents. It had worked out perfectly for both sets of parents.

Which was why, seven days after the prom, and six days after my blow job, Kevin, his mom and I packed our things and headed to the lake some hundred and fifty miles northeast of the city. While only twenty minutes away from the rural but now touristy town of Frelisburg, the waterfront cottage itself was located on an isolated bay and had no close neighbors.

Kevin and I had made no plans for how we were going to seduce his mother before we’d left. In fact we hadn’t even discussed it in the days leading up to our departure. But I knew he was as committed to the venture as I, that any misgivings he’d originally felt, had been blown away by our success at the prom.

We didn’t arrive until nearly seven that night. And by the time we’d unpacked, organized ourselves and the cottage, and then barbecued some hamburgers up for dinner it was nearly ten.

“We should all probably get to bed early, we’ve had a busy day,” Kev’s mom suggested at just after ten.

“We’ve got to swim first Mrs. W.,” I told her, then both Kev and I ran laughing into our room. Seconds later we were back.

“You boys are too old to be playing these games,” Mrs. Michelle White chastened as the two of us ran across the living room, before we rushed out the front doors.

All we had on were towels wrapped around our waists. It was a ritual, a ritual Mrs. W had never fully approved of, a ritual that had been part of Kevin’s and my summers at Muffin Lake for years. The late night skinny dip.

“It’s too dark,” Kev’s mother yelled after us as we ran down the twenty yards of sloping hill that separated the cottage from the dock, beach and lake. We both let the towels drop before we’d gotten halfway. “It’s dangerous,” she warned, a warning that was an echo of hundreds of similar ones she’d made over the years.

“Turn on the lights when we’re in the water mom,” Kev called back over his shoulder as we both hurtled ourselves off the end of the dock and out into the cool lake water. When we surfaced the two lights were on, the one that shone down towards the dock from the porch above and the closer one, the one hanging on the corner of the beach shed and whose light was aimed at the small beach and the water behind it.

We both knew without looking that his mom was watching us from behind the porches screens, her worry simply made her incapable of not continually checking. Her call of, “Don’t go out so deep,” soon followed.

As we splashed and swam my mind kept drifting to the woman standing in the shadows of the porch above. How well could she see us from up there? I knew that if we’d stood directly in the light she’d be able to see us clearly. As shy teenagers in previous years we’d always yelled up to have the dock light extinguished before we’d rushed out and grabbed our towels and then rushed up to the cottage shivering. And then, with our towels around us, we’d stand warming in front of the fire as we drank our cocoa.

I think Mrs. W. had enjoyed the ritual as much as we had. But never in a sexual context.

As we swam that night I slowly edged closer to shore while Kevin stayed in deeper water. And when I finally stood, laughing and splashing water at my friend, the water only reached to my mid thigh. Laughing and joking, I turned and displayed myself for Kevin’s watching mom. The next time I spun around and faced shore my penis sticking straight out.

Kevin swam over. “Don’t,” he whispered.

“You’re mom’s watching,” I whispered back.

“She’s not, she’s preparing the cocoa,” Kev denied.

“Stand up, show her,” I ordered.

“I can’t ... I’ve got a hard-on.” I started to walk out of the water. A quick glance upward revealed his mother lurking deep in the shadows of the porch. I picked up my towel and slowly started drying myself. Seconds later Kevin tentatively emerged from the water. His cock was pointing upward. The lights remained on. The second the two of us started up the hill I saw his mother slip through the door and into the cottage.

“You didn’t turn off the light,” I chided Mrs. W. as I walked into the kitchen seconds later. I’d wrapped the towel tightly around my waist.

“Ohhh ... You’re back already ... I was just getting the cocoa ready.” Michelle White blushed as she said the words. She’d seen her sons cock. And mine. And for the next half hour, as we sat around the kitchen table, until we all headed off to bed, Kevin’s mom continually cast furtive glances down towards the towels that hardly hid the penises that were struggling to escape them.

“We’ll start tomorrow,” I promised Kevin as we lay in our beds in the darkness an hour later.

“Do you still have a hard-on?” he asked back. Of course I did.

We gave Kevin’s mother a present at breakfast. “It’s not my birthday,” she said as she looked from Kevin to me. She lifted the small, brightly wrapped package. Shook it. I smiled at her as she threw me a questioning glance.

“The girls said it would be perfect for you, for your build ... that the color was a perfect choice for your hair and eyes.”

“My eyes?” she asked as she tore the package open. “Oh my gawd,” she whispered as she watched the soft cloth slip through her fingers.

“It’s French ... the latest style,” Kevin said as his mom picked up the ivory colored bra from where it had fallen.

“I couldn’t wear this. It’s too--”

“Mom and Ashley said it would be perfect for you,” I lied.

“Your mother? She did?” I nodded yes.

Of course Mrs. W. eventually accepted it. And, two and a half hours later, after we’d had breakfast, cleaned up and done the hundred little jobs required to open up a cottage after a winter of nonuse, she went to put it on.

“I’ll join you down on the dock,” she promised us when we’d finished our last job. “I just want to take a quick shower first.”

We were pretending disinterest, casually lying about the dock, when we heard the screen door bang shut. Mrs. W., a towel over her arm, was wearing a loose, unbuttoned shirt over her new bathing suit as she walked down the hill. We pretended not to look. She sat down without saying a word. After checking to see if we were staring she let the shirt slide down off her shoulders.

Neither Kevin nor I said anything for about thirty seconds. Then I let out a hardly audible wolf whistle. She heard.

“Stop that,” Michelle White said as the blush flooded into her cheeks.

“You look great mom,” Kevin enthused.

And she did!

And the view was even more spectacular after she’d gone for a swim. The darkness of her aureoles was unmistakable through the lightly colored, wet cloth. She caught us staring. Smiled. Blushed. Looked away. Then looked back and caught us staring again. Her nipples hardened into hard little nubs before our eyes. Her eyes returned to her book. Then back to her admirers.

Mrs. White was almost as excited as we were. Later the three of us took a tour of the bay by canoe. With Kevin’s mom’s derriere perched delicately on the cross bar, yours truly, sitting in the back, spent the whole trip contemplating her perfect bum. And with her innocently facing the front, and while the three of us carried on a normal conversation, I spent most of the trip with one of my hands inside my shorts. Fondling myself. Neither of the other two had a clue.

I even, just for a couple of seconds, pulled it right out into the air. Somehow I stopped myself from jacking off and splattering her back.

“What do you boys want for dinner tonight?” Kev’s mom asked as we paddled up the dock.

“You don’t have to do anything, Kev and I are taking you to Armando’s Mrs. W.,” I said as I climbed up out of the canoe.

“Don’t be silly ... we’ve got lots of food.” I offered her my hand and helped her up.

“It’s for us as much as you mom,” Kev said as he exited the boat. “We’ve got to learn.”

“Learn what?”

“It’s going to be so different when we’re in Princeton, Mrs. W,” I answered. “How are we ever going to be able to know what to do if one of these sophisticated college girls wants us to take them somewhere fancy?”

“You want me to teach you?”

“Yeah,” her son answered. “Like what should we wear, how we should act, what should we talk about, our table manners...”

“Ashley told us you’d be the best person to help us. That we should take you out while we we’re up here, that we needed someone more sophisticated than her or her friends to help us.”

“She did?” Mrs. W. was clearly delighted at both the idea and that Ash had suggested it. “Well I suppose,” she started. I interrupted.

“But if you don’t have something to wear...”

“Of course I have something to wear,” came right back. “Armando’s will be perfect. Then maybe next week I’ll take you boys to the country club. It’s a very good idea. I should have thought of it myself. You’re lucky to have such a wonderful sister Will.”

Armando’s was Frelisbergs number one restaurant and owed its success and survival to the moneyed summer set that flocked to the area from May to September. A Bistro in front that served authentic Parisienne cuisine, the rear housed a more intimate, darker room that was later in the evening transformed into a more night clubby ambiance by the addition of a DJ and the clearing of a space for dancing.

“You’ll have to tell us what to wear mom,” Kevin encouraged later when we were getting ready to go. She took her time choosing. A Caribbean shirt and a casual sport jacket over lightweight, beige, silk dress pants was eventually chosen for me. A similar look was chosen for her son.

“Now it’s your turn to help me. Which would you boys prefer I wear tonight?” she asked twenty minutes later. The words were shyly offered. Mrs. W. held a dress in each hand. She was wearing the famous Chinese kimono. Her long blond hair, still wet and uncombed, hung loosely down her back. She’d just got out of the shower.

“Heck, we’re not experts mom.”

“Maybe you better try them on for us,” I suggested. She rushed off. A minute later she was back. She looked great.

“You’ll have to do it up,” she invited as she offered her back to me. Made of silk, the dark crimson sheathe, with a décolleté cut, accented every curve in her voluptuous body. As I pulled up the zipper I peeked over her shoulder and down into the deep hollow between her breasts. She was wearing some kind of lacy black strapless bra that just covered her nipples. There was absolutely no need for her to try on the other dress.

I tentatively put my nose just below her left ear and inhaled. “Are you wearing perfume Mrs. W.?” I asked as I lightly nuzzled her. “You smell so good.” Before she could say anything I invited Kevin to come over and check it out.