Forbidden Seduction

This is a slowly building story about the seduction of a married woman by her son's best friend. This story will have many more parts and will continue to build.

Warning: There is little sexual activity in the early parts, but much more in the later parts. The focus is on slow seduction.

All sexually active characters are over 18 years old.

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"Oh no James, I was so looking forward to the dance class with you" I hear the voice of Sabrina Miller as my best friend and I open the front door.

"Hey Mom, Dad what's going on?" Asks my best friend Julian as he and I enter the kitchen where his father is sitting at the kitchen table and his mother Sabrina is standing in front of him angry.

"Your father just told me that he can't attend the dance class because he tore himself a tape at work" she says sourly.

"Honey I didn't choose that on purpose. I'm sorry, then we'll do it later this year" says James Miller to his wife.

"It's not that simple, I have now paid for the 6-week course and at the end there is a dance gala that I was looking forward to it. Everything is gone now" she says, sobbing slightly.

"Maybe you can dance with someone else?" Says James desperately.

"And with whom? With our son?" She says sarcastically.

"Ohhh no, you have to look for someone else. But how about you John, you wanted to attend a dance class before?" says Julian in my direction.

Like from a trance I suddenly wake up and look in disbelief in Julian's direction when I hear my name, who smiles at me.

"Um, yes, I really wanted to attend a dance class" I answer briefly, still perplexed.

"Really John? Would you want to attend this dance class with me old women?" She says hopefully and gives me an incredibly sweet smile.

I look into her fawn-brown eyes, which still shine slightly through the tears. In front of me stands the mother of my best friend who asks me if I would like to attend a dance class with her. Unobtrusively I look down at Mrs. Miller, who today wears tight jeans that fit perfectly around her shapely legs and probably form an even plumper butt. The black top that she only wears lies close to her flat stomach and bulges dangerously forwards at the level of her large breasts and forms a deep cleavage. When I look back into her pretty face, which is framed by her long dark brown hair, there is only one decision for me.

"Of course Mrs. Miller, I would be happy to go dancing with you if you really want me to. I'm definitely not a good dancer" I say shyly.

"Oh no problem, John, you still will. And thank you for doing that for me" she says affectionately.

"That is the least after you have fed me here for years" I say with a slight laugh.

"Very well, then we have clarified that, too" says Jörg with relief.

"Have fun with my mother" says Julian, smacking me smugly on the shoulder and turning to leave.

"Tomorrow evening starts the first lesson by the way. John, I'll pick you up at 8 pm" she says when I'm about to join Julian to leave the kitchen.

"Okay, I'm looking forward to it" I say truthfully and leave the kitchen with my heart pounding with nervousness.

Now the day has come, it is Friday evening 7:55 p.m. Mrs. Miller will pick me up for our first dance lesson. My heart beats wildly with excitement and tension. I can feel some sweat build up on my palms.

"John now pull yourself together, this is just a dance lesson with your best friend's mother" I warn myself inwardly.

Nevertheless, the nervousness and anticipation predominate. Mrs. Miller has always been very friendly to me over the years and was almost like a second mother to me. When I was around 15 years old, I developed a little crush on the adult beauty that she is, which I still haven't been able to shake off completely. My best friend Julian also knows about the crush I have developed for his mother and always teases me about it, which is why he suggested me for the dance lesson. After we left the kitchen yesterday, he made fun of me for half an hour and then ironically wished me a lot of fun with his mother.

"That idiot" I say softly as I let Julian's words go through my head again.

I walk restlessly up and down the hallway and wait for a sign that Mrs. Miller is there. I look nervously at my watch, she will be there soon at. I take a deep breath and then suddenly I hear a short horn from outside.

"There she is" goes through my head and my heart makes a noticeable leap forward.

"Mum, Dad, I'll be gone, see you later" I call and open the front door.

"Take care honey, see you later " my mother calls from the living room.

With quick steps I cross the driveway until I reach the roadside. Mrs. Miller's silver Audi limousine is already here, I nervously open the passenger door.

"Good evening Mrs. Miller" I say in a friendly manner, whereby when I sit down I perceive a sweet perfume note from Mrs. Miller, which immediately envelops me.

"Hi John, still don't believe you're really doing this for me old lady" she says and glaring at me with her bright eyes.

"Oh Mrs. Miller, you are not old and I really enjoy doing this for you. Then I can finally learn to dance" I say more relaxed.

"Still thanks John, you don't even know how happy you make me. Oh and one more thing, please call me Sabrina, we are now dance partners after all" she says with a laugh.

While she is saying this, I am really looking at her for the first time tonight. Her naturally pretty face is now discreetly made up with a focus on her sparkling eyes, which have been given a wicked touch by the black eyeliner. Her lips, still formed in a laugh, have a hint of red lipstick that accentuates her full, kissable lips. Today she tied her long brown hair in an elegant ponytail. When my gaze falls a little deeper, I see that she is wearing a gray cardigan despite the warm summer night, which denies me the sight of her body below. After my eyes finally fall into the footwell and I see bare, elegant calves, I know that Mrs. Miller has to wear at least a dress or a skirt. At these thoughts I feel a brief burst of excitement go through my groin and my flaccid penis briefly reports its presence. So I quickly take my eyes off her elegant legs and look at Mrs. Miller's Face again, who is still smiling at me lovingly.

"Okay Sabrina, then we are officially dance partners now" I say with a smile and close the passenger door. Then Sabrina Miller, my new dance partner and mother of my best friend, sets her car in motion for our first dance lesson together.

The journey proceeds without any special incidents. After I got over my initial nervousness, Sabrina and I have a casual chat about my future plans. We also make fun of her son Julian when I tell a few anecdotes from school. After about 20 minutes of driving we have reached our destination and Sabrina parks her car on the opposite side of the road. When we get off we are in a remote street, which is bathed in a slightly gloomy light by the setting sun.

"Are we right here?" I ask, a little confused.

"Hmm, I think so.... ahhh yes, look over there" she says hesitantly but then again with full anticipation, pointing to a small shop with a shop window that is a few meters in front of us and in front of which is a sign saying dance course.

Sabrina takes the initiative and struts across the street in her medium-high shoes. Inevitably, my gaze slides to the plump butt, which, due to the tight-fitting dress, swings slightly back and forth.

"Wow what an ass" I think briefly before I shell out and follow Sabrina.

When we now enter the small, dark shop, 5 people are already waiting for us. 2 other dance couples who seem to be between 30 and 40 years old and an older petite woman who I would estimate at her late 50s and who is apparently the trainer.

"Good evening" Sabrina and I say.

"Good evening Mrs. Miller, good evening Mr.?" Says the trainer questioningly.

"Um, I'am Mr. John Schmidt" I say quickly.

"Good evening, Mr. Schmidt, Mrs. Miller, what about your husband?" She asks thoughtfully.

"Unfortunately, he was injured, which is why John had to step in here" Sabrina says defensively.

"Ahh yes okay. Well, sometimes it works better with younger men, because they are still full of passion" she says afterwards, glaring at us meaningfully through her dark eyes.

With this comment I take a quick look at Sabrina, whose cheeks have turned slightly red. The whole thing is a bit uncomfortable for me too, but I try not to let it show. After a few more minutes of acclimatization in which we got to know the other dance student, the older lady takes the lead again.

"Good evening everyone. If you don't know me yet, I'm Charlotte Meyer and i am your dance teacher for the next few weeks. Today we will start with the basics to get used to, namely with leading and holding the dance partner. So guys grab your dance partners and place your right hand just above your lady's waist while your left hand grabs your partner's right. Meanwhile, the woman puts her free hand on the man's right upper arm" she finishes her teaching instruction.

Before it starts, Sabrina takes off her cardigan and now stands in front of me in all her glory. A simple black dress makes my dance partner look stunning. The neckline of the dress forms a nice cleavage where you can guess the perfect big breasts.

"John what is it? Did you see a ghost?" She asks, slightly irritated, and I realize that I must have been staring at her.

"Uhh sorry.... you uh just look very pretty today" I utter stammering and notice how hot I am.

"Oh thank you John, I haven't heard that in a long time" she says gently in a sweet voice.

"So you two lovebirds, what are you waiting for?" We hear Ms. Meyer's stern voice.

Sabrina and I quickly approach each other and try to imitate the basic attitude described above. We are incapable of doing this and it takes a while to sort everything. In the end we stand there rigid, my hand well over Sabrina's hip and myself as far away as possible from my dance partner. Sabrina and I smile at each other with satisfaction.

"Man, boy, grab the woman right, it won't work like this" says Ms. Meyer sternly and pushes me closer to Sabrina so that there is only little space between us and puts my right hand gruffly down so that it is just above the shapely bum of my best friend's mother.

"That's better. Now we can start" she says happily and turns back to the other dancing couples.

Sabrina and I stand close together while I try to keep my hand in his place and not put it on her gorgeous butt. Nervous, excited and also ashamed, I try to avoid Sabrina's gaze.

"Hey John, don't be so nervous, loosen up, it's all good" she says encouragingly and I finally look at her again and see how she smiles at me almost like a mother.

"Okay Sabrina, I'm trying. It's just all so new to me and I don't want to do anything wrong" I say truthfully and let my cramped arms loosen up a little.

"Well, that doesn't look too bad after all. In any normal dance class we would now continue with the dance steps, but here for me it's about the sensuality of dancing and feeling the partner. Therefore, dear men, take your partner and press her to your body" says the trainer Ms. Meyer imperiously.

Sabrina and I look at each other in horror for a moment. I hold Sabrina stiffly as before and don't know what to do.

"I can't do something like that with my best friend's married mother" it goes through my head.

"What about you two here?" asks Ms. Meyer sternly.

"Um... I wasn't aware that there would be so much physicality here and you have to know that John is a friend of my son's" says Sabrina nervously.

"Oh dear, you should have thought about who to bring with you beforehand. So either give yourself a push or you can go. And Mrs. Miller let yourself go, nothing happens that you don't want" says the trainer without admitting any objection.

"Okay... John, would you like to continue?" She asks me and looks at me with mixed feelings on her face.

"Uh yes" I say briefly and notice how even more heat rises in my head.

"Very good then you could start too. And you have to know a young man like him couldn't say no to such a stunning woman like you" says the trainer tellingly, smiling mischievously and I see how my dance partner got red in her face by this words.

"So, Mr. Schmidt, now pull your partner close and put your hand her bottom" she says in a commanding tone.

Seeking for help, I look at Sabrina and see her very red cheeks. Then she just nods and gives me the quiet okay. So I put my hand shakily on her very firm butt, which I can only feel under my hand covered by the thin dress. Then I gently pull Sabrina close to me so that our bodies are huddled together. My already semi-rigid penis is now unhappily pressed together against Sabrina's flat stomach and becomes stiffer while I get even hotter every second. I can now also feel Sabrina's large breasts pressing tightly against my chest. My face now very close to the face of Sabrina, I look at her apologetically, she smiles at me encouragingly and I can see an unknown twinkle in her eyes for the breath of a second.

"That's good John, it's just a dance lesson" she says quietly to me in a calming voice, but apparently also to herself.

"Now that everyone is in the starting position, I turn on the music a little, just move naturally with your partner to the gentle rhythm of the music and feel every inch of your loved one" says Ms. Meyer and goes to the music system.

"Take it easy, John" I say to myself, trying to forget that I'm holding my best friend's mother in my arms right now.

"Let's get ready" Ms. Meyer calls out loudly and starts the music system. Exotic melodies immediately sound and we begin to gently circle our hips.

Seeking help, I look into Sabrina's reddened face, who smiles encouragingly at me. We move very gently to the sound of the music, without rubbing too hard against each other. My hand lies stiffly on Sabrina's firm bottom, just careful not to make a wrong movement.

"So what about you two here, come on, my dear sir, touch your dance partner properly" says Ms. Meyer harshly.

"But..." I start to speak but am interrupted by Sabrina's lovely voice.

"All right, John, the first lesson will soon be over... let yourself go with the flow" says Sabrina in a friendly manner and looks at me lovingly through her brown eyes.

I try to overcome my shyness and now press my hips a little tighter against Sabrina while we both still move our hips rhythmically to the music. Due to the greater friction, I inevitably notice how my penis is getting stiffer and must now be clearly noticeable on Sabrina's stomach. Ashamed but excited, I now gently stroke my hand over Sabrina's firm buttocks, looking at her questioningly. She winks at me almost imperceptibly and I continue my gentle pats on her bottom.

"Wow, she allows me to touch her" I am perplexed through my thoughts while I enjoy the feeling of her perfect ass in my hand.

So we give ourselves several minutes to the rhythmic music and tender touches. Until suddenly Ms. Meyer turns off the music and we wake up from our dream-like state.

"So my dear ones, that's it for today. In a few days it will continue, calmly practice something with your partner at home to get a feel for each other's body. Snuggle up to each other and feel every inch. We continue with a lot of passion" says Ms. Meyer to the group and ends the dance lesson.

Slightly ashamed, I look to the ground when I feel my still stiff cock pressing against my pants. Sabrina swings over her cardigan in silence and we are just about to leave the training room when Ms. Meyer stops us for a moment.

"So you two should urgently train a bit at home so that you are not so cautious next time. Just let yourself go a little, dancing is passion and love and you have to be able to feel and see that" she says urgently to us.

"Okay Ms. Meyer, we will practice that again in a quiet hour. See you next week" says Sabrina, surprising me very much.

"See you next week" I say curtly and follow Sabrina in the back, whereby I can not help but look at her perfect bottom, which moves with the rhythm of her steps.

Without saying a word we cross the street to get to Sabrina's car. Once there, we get in the car and Sabrina starts the engine, the sound of music from the radio covers the silence and we slowly drive off.

"Damn what did I do, she doesn't even talk to me anymore.... what if I overdid it, what if she's angry.... what if she tells her family what happened today" thoughts after thoughts go through my head in panic. The whole time I look forward to the dark street with concentration.

The ride slowly goes by as we drive through the city at night. Every now and then I force myself to look briefly at my driver, who, however, is highly concentrated and looking at the road with a firm expression. After another 10 minutes of the silent journey, we reach my parents' house and Sabrina stops the car.

"Good night and thanks for the trip" I say briefly without looking at Sabrina and just want to open the door to leave.

"Wait a moment, John" she says in a low voice and I let go of the door and look into her fawn eyes, which look at me apologetically.

"Sorry that I didn't say anything the whole trip, you must have probably asked yourself if I'm mad at you. So that you are reassured, I'm not mad at you, I just had to process the whole dance hour briefly, because everything was a little different than expected. I can also completely understand if you don't want to go any further, especially not with an older woman like me" she says and looks at me questioningly with her warm eyes.

"Um Sabrina, I'm sorry, I didn't want you to think bad of me. And I would like to continue the dance class with you, but only if it is okay with you, since we already have pretty close physical contact and you are finally married" I say and notice my pounding heart.

"Oh John don't worry about that, it's not as if we were going to bed together. So don't panic, we're just enjoying each other's touch a little and it will definitely help you for your Prom" she says, smiling again.

"You're right, maybe I'll find such a pretty dance partner like you" I say effusively.

"Oh John you are cute, thank you. This is how you will find a Girlfriend very quickly, you charmer. Do we want to practice again on this friday for the next lesson?" She asks lovingly.

"Sure, Sabrina" I tell her.

"Great, then I wish you a good night and see you Friday" she says, beaming with joy, and presses me a short kiss on my cheek, which immediately causes a strong heat in me.

"Good night to you, too, and see you Friday" I say and smile at her briefly before I open the passenger door and leave the car with a strange feeling of joy and overcome the last few meters towards the house with a sweeping step.

The next few days went by without any major problems for me. Again and again I have to think back to this dance lesson and the touch I experienced. I couldn't tell my parents or Julian anything about the exact process, because they wouldn't have believed me anyway. But the scenes keep going through my head and my penis has hardened again and again at these thoughts and has demanded attention. The seemingly endless days are over at some point, which I live through as if from a veil and it is finally Friday evening, time for the individual lesson with Sabrina. Punctually at 8 p.m. I stand in front of her door and ring the bell with a shaky hand. A few moments later I hear footsteps and the door opens. In front of me is the extremely attractive mother of my best friend. Today she wears a stylish, tight shirt, which can hardly tame her lush breasts and forms a pretty cleavage. Her long, elegant legs are covered in tight-fitting yoga pants, while her feet are in medium-high heels.