Blame It On Dance

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 16

For whatever reason, it was then that I started to look at my mother through different eyes. Mum had just turned 45 years old but I could see that all the years of dancing had kept her body fit and toned. Although gravity is the curse of most women, it had been kind to mum. She stands about 5 foot 7 inches with jet-black hair, which falls just past her shoulders, and eyes that almost match its colour. Some wouldn’t like the thickness of her legs but I do, it gave her legs shape and added to the feeling of power that they so obviously possessed.

Like most men I am not a fan of the ‘stick’ figure that models seem to aspire toward. I prefer my woman to have that hourglass full figure, although mum is quite slim in her body she still has a great shape. Tonight she was wearing a ruby red tiger stripe kimono type robe that was loosely belted and would flare out every time she rotated or turned. This movement exposed the beige and cream satin and black lace camisole underneath with, what appeared to be, matching French knickers. The camisole string straps did little to support mums 34B breasts, which happened to bounce invitingly with every step that she took, the material clinging to the conical shape of each breast and clearly defining the nub of both nipples. I was so caught in the moment that I did not realised the effect mum had on me. My c–k had hardened and was straining to be released from my track pants. And then that it happened.