It was the day before my wedding. I was running some errands to prepare for everything, which included a stop by my parents house for a last-minute dance lesson with my mom. It was mid-afternoon and she had taken the day off while my dad stayed at work; this was the first wedding of her four boys and she was being extremely helpful. I arrived at her house and helped myself to some water and snacks. She was not on the main level so I assumed she was in her bedroom. I knocked on her bedroom door and it cracked open, she called from inside her closet, "Hey honey! I'll be out in a minute!" I acknowledged but stayed in the doorway peering through the crack. She walked out of her closet and turned away from me heading into the bathroom. She was a small, slender woman with a cute little figure. She stood about 5'7" and had short, styled wavy brownish hair. She was always a beautiful lady but I never considered her a knockout until that moment. She was wearing a slip that would go under the dress she was wearing to the wedding. It's silky material smoothed over her curves, hugging her A-cup breasts and showing off her cute behind, which was neither overly big or undersized. She was a hot little number for being 48 years old. I had a vision of approaching her from behind and inserting my hips onto the curve of her ass.
I broke away from the scene and waited for her to come out. When she did, she was wearing the dress she had bought for the wedding; a slender brightly colored thing that hugged every curve, like a race car winding down the track. "Wow! Mom you look great," I exclaimed. And she truly did. She shrugged off my compliment, as modest women do when they know they look good. We talked for a bit about the upcoming day and caught up on family affairs. It wasn't too long before the dance lesson had begun. The dancing we were practicing was for the mother-son dance; a rumba. I had very little experience dancing but she was a great teacher. Throughout the practice my hand stayed at the small of her back, pressing her hip against mine as I attempted to guide her through the steps. I kept having thoughts of what was underneath this dress and became anxious when it started to show. With our bodies pressed closely together, surely my mom would notice my stiffening member through my athletic pants. I felt her brush up against it with her stomach and hip a few times but if she noticed, she kept it to herself.
When we finished we retreated to the kitchen for a cold glass of water, with me hoping for a chance to calm down. She commented on my quick learning and made no mention of my pop-up dancing partner. I couldn't get her body out of my head and it stayed with me at half-mast. I envisioned running my hands over her thighs and slamming her face down on the bed. I had to get out of here, except she asked me to her bedroom to help her get out of the dress. Did she know?! Did she feel the same way? Surely if she knew, then asking me to help her out of her dress was an invitation for action. My stomach dropped and I felt my nervousness in my throat. I followed her to the bed where she faced it, placing her hands on the mattress and waiting for me to unzip the back.
