After toweling his hair dry, he wrapped himself in a thick terry robe and aimed for the kitchen. He heard music, Swing, from the media room. And voices: Mom and Aunt Mar.
“Hi, ladies. Did you have fun?”
They were dancing, a slightly drunken West Coast with Marguerite leading.
“Val!” They both began. Aunt Marguerite continued. ” …entine!”
“Dance with us.” She released one of his mother’s hands and reached out to him. He cinched his robe tight before taking each of their hands, forming a circle of three. Marguerite pulled them all together. A group hug, swaying vaguely with the music.
“My Valentine.”
His mom pulled him closer. She sounded pensive. “No, he’s my Valentine.”
“Our Valentine.” Marguerite was not ready to relinquish him completely.
Melanie shook her head. “Not tonight. He was my Valentine first, and he’s mine tonight.”
She snugged her arm deeper around his waist. He had noticed her new dress. The blue shimmer made her shiny blond hair pop, but it was the way the halter top displayed her shoulders, her neck and chest that had caught his attention. She was about the same size as Candy, but more toned, almost ripped.
She had a beautiful lean musculature to her shoulders particularly, but his eye was drawn between them, to the smooth taut skin over the sternum and plunging down between straps of her dress.
As his newly possessive mother pulled him to her hip, both of them each still holding one of Marguerite’s hands, his arm draped around her. While she almost glared at her dark-haired friend, claiming him, her son looked down at her.
Below him, past his mother’s resolute visage, his eyes wandered back to the smooth tanned skin between her aqua blue straps and the small swellings beneath them. She couldn’t be wearing a bra with that plunge in front and her nipples distorted the shimmering weave of the dress enough that they both appeared as twin silver accents on lovely matched green blue mounds.
“Okay, Mel. This dance is yours.” The brunette’s voice was low and soothing. It brought Val’s eyes up from ogling his mom. The vape pen tokes had kicked in. He’d have to remind himself to not space out on things. Especially things like his own mom’s nipples.
Marguerite released both of their hands. Val felt her palm slide to his back and gently press him forward as he saw her other hand guide his mom. The beautiful blond in her clinging shimmering dress looked up at him as their bodies were led together. She lifted her newly freed hand to place it lightly behind his neck.
The Latina maintained a light pressure on his back. Her other hand found his and led it up around his mother’s back. “That’s it. Dance with your mother tonight. A woman needs to be held sometimes. Just held and rocked slowly.”
Her heels were loud as she left them swaying together, mother and son. “I’m going to get me a drink.”
They danced slowly, though the music encouraged double time. If no one was looking, and he was dancing with Candy, he would want to be a little closer than this. But this was closer to his mom than he ever would have considered, privacy or not. Maybe it was the pot, but he was seeing more than motherly love in her eyes.
“What are you thinking sweetheart?” Her fingers stroked his nape.
“You’re beautiful, Mom. I like this dress better than the other one.”
Her smile was delighted. “You called me hot tonight. Did you mean it? Is your mom really hot?”
He couldn’t control his quick glance down toward her cleavage, now too close to see her nipples. “Yeah, Mom, really hot. Especially in this dress.”
Bouncing up on her toes the slight bit she could in her already high heels, she wrapped both arms around his neck, pressing her face to the side of his head. In the shoes, she as nearly his height. Valentine found his mouth, nose, and eyes immersed in her fine long hair.
“My little Valentine is a man now. A big strong man.” She leaned against him. He felt the slight compression of a breast against him, but the slight angle at which they’d been dancing pressed her against his hip, preventing his mother from pushing directly into her son’s prominent package. The position did cause his hand and arm to shift when she launched her arms around his neck. One hand ended lightly cupping one round cheek. He was surprised at how well the the firm globe fit his hand.
Val froze with his hand there. He thought if he did nothing it might seem accidental. Pulling his hand away was recognition that he had been touching her like that.
He inhaled a blend of aromas through her hair. Musky, spicy, sweet. He sniffed again.
“Mom, have you been drinking?”
She giggled by his ear, sending a vibration through him. “Duh.”
The click of heels returned. “Did someone say drinking?”
Marguerite had an ice filled dark drink in each hand. “Coke for the nice young man being kind to his mother. Rum and Coke for me.”
She held out a glass to him. Melanie turned toward her friend, still holding her son close. “More rum? I thought you said you’d had enough.”
“I did, didn’t I?” Successful in throwing the shorter woman off, Mel snuggled her face close to her son again.
The offered glass pulled back and the other replaced it. “Coke for me, Rum and Coke for the handsome young stud taking pity on his mom.”
“Hey!” Came a muffled voice by his ear. He pulled the objector close to his hip with one arm and accepted the spiked drink with the other. His mom didn’t let him drink alcohol often. He swallowed half if it, grimacing at the burn. Not much Coke.
“Thank you. And by the way, I am not taking pity on anyone here. I got a chance to dance with a beautiful sexy woman and I’m not missing out.” He chugged the rest of the drink and offered the ice filled glass back.
He took the soft murmur as Mel pressed herself into him, nuzzling her face deeper into his thick hair, as appreciation. Once she felt his second arm wrap low around her again she raised one hand from his neck long enough to make a vague waving motion.
Her voice was distant. “Go away now, bartender. Leave us alone. I want to dance with my wonderful Valentine.”
“Very well, Miss. If you or the young Sir require anything please use the bell. I shall retire to the spa.”
Val felt one light kiss on his neck as his mother began to sway again with the music. He moved with her, at least partly to avoid his bulge coming any nearer his mother.
Alcohol was still new to him and, mixed with the pot, his head was swimming. He tried desperately not to think of Candy, knowing what that would do to his cock and the chances of it becoming obvious.
Aunt Marguerite, drunk, going to the spa at this time in the evening probably meant she was staying the night, and usually meant she wanted him to join her in the swirling hot water, secluded from view. Probably shouldn’t think of that either, especially wearing just a robe.
“Does it feel good?”
“Hmm?” Her question brought him thankfully back from dangerous thoughts.
She wiggled her hips against his and his hand moved with her ass. “Does it feel good? In your hand.”
He realized he’d started lightly massaging her cheek when his thoughts turned to Candy’s lessons.
“Don’t stop. It feels good.” He did as he was told. It was just massaging a muscle. He had rubbed her shoulders and feet enough in the past.
Somehow she had shifted more in front of him when she’d wiggled her hips. The large knot in the thick terry cloth belt holding his robe closed pushed into his gut. He hoped it would keep their lower parts separated. As the rum soaked into his bloodstream he became less worried about it.
Her breath felt good on his neck. Both firm breasts pressed hard against his chest. His other hand had somehow found a second round cheek.
Her moist breath trailed down from his ear. He felt a light kiss on the sensitive skin there.
Then a whisper, humming against him. “Val.”
“Yes, Mom.”
“You called me sexy.”
She leaned back, arching, enough to look her son in the eye. “Am I sexy?”
His mind more addled, he wasn’t as quick when his gaze wandered downward at her question. The arch in her back pulled her upper body back away from him and upward. Their dancing had shifted the halter and he could see more of one breast where the fabric had been pushed outward. Both nipples appeared harder and more distinct pressing through the fabric.
His voice sounded hoarse, his throat constricted from his lowered head. His eyes stayed on her body. “Very, very sexy.”
“Thanks.” She looked close to crying. Then she grinned, reached up and kissed him. Not an intimate kiss, but not how he remembered her kissing in the past. It surprised him, but he thought he might have kissed her back before her lips pulled back.
“I think I like dancing drunk with my son.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck again, tucking her face back away. His hands responding using their presence on her tight bottom to pull her against him.
He felt another kiss on his neck, under the jaw. This one lingered, felt wetter. When it ended he heard. “I think you’re sexy too. I never realized what a sexy man you’ve become.”
For a few seconds, they rocked in silence. The whole length of her body contoured to his. He wasn’t sure when her midsection had found his erection, but it’s growth since they had begun to dance had been making that progressively more likely.
“Until I saw what you did to your aunt today.”
Valentine jumped. He tried to push away from his mom’s body. She clung to his neck.
“It’s okay, it’s okay, baby.” She repeated, stroking his head as he stopped struggling.
She laughed, bringing his bright red face up to look at her. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I didn’t mean to see.”
He shook his head. Could this day get any crazier? He thought as his mom continued trying to explain her sudden knowledge of his recent deep throating,
“Your door was open.” That made him break a smile. “My first thought is ‘who is this strange man in my house doing Mar like a cumslut?'”
Val choked. “Mom!”
“Then I noticed the hunky guy with the firehose looked like my innocent school boy son.”
“Enough! Mom, please!”
“That Mar, she do love her some big cock.”
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