This is Part 2 of my' Nude Dancing' series
Although not absolutely necessary, I would recommend that you would be wise to read: 'Nude dancing #1: Sis' -- before you read this chapter.
I would also like to take this opportunity to thank the readers of Literotica for the warm reception you gave the first chapter. According to Literotica's figures over 108,000 people have so far read the story and I certainly appreciated the many votes, public comments and e-mails I've received. It's you guys and gals who make it all worth while for me. Thanks!
The story is approximately 3 Literotica pages (11,000 words) long. All sex described involves only adults over 18 years of age.
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***Wedding Day, Tampa, Florida, Saturday, September 2nd 2006***
Natalie and I spent the rest of Friday night in her bed, making love again and again before we fell into an exhausted sleep that was only interrupted when the dawn sun splashed brightly into the room and roused us.
"You better go Bobby, mom might wake up," my sweet, red haired sister whispered in my ear.
"Too bad, I'm not finished with my big sister yet," I said with a smiling growl, then rolled on top of her and found her lips with mine.
"Bobby...don't...stop," she squealed when I finally pulled my tongue from her mouth.
"I love you."
"I gotta get some sleep...before the wedding...I'm the Maid of Honor...pleassssse," she complained as my lips captured one of her puffy, pink nipples. And then I was in her, completely filling her with my blood filled cock, slipping effortlessly up the slick, now widely stretched channel, in one long, hard thrust.
"Oh Bobbbbby," she groaned as her ankles locked behind my back, trapping me inside her.
Five minutes later I stumbled from Natalie's room, naked, my cock swinging, heavy between my legs, sticky with her juices, a six inch strand of cum swinging precariously from its tip. Then collapsed into my bed and was dead to the world until my alarm woke me some six hours later.
Minutes later I groggily tumbled out of bed and started towards the can -- butt ass naked.
"BOBBY!"
"Mom?" I squawked, my hand racing downwards to cover my penis.
"You shouldn't walk around like that," she chastised.
"Sorry ma, I thought you guys were getting your hair done," I mumbled, my face reddening.
"Natalie left earlier...then she's going to the Welsh house to get dressed...my appointment's at one-thirty."
"Want me to drive you?" I offered.
"Not with you dressed like that I certainly don't," she answered, and now there was a small grin at the corners of her mouth.
"Isn't your hairdresser called Monsieur Claude? It might just make his day," I teased, then wiggled my hips provocatively while watching how mom's eyes darted towards my groin.
"You're terrible," she answered but with a laugh. "And Bobby, don't go back to bed. We've got to leave by three-fifteen."
"Do you think I'm going to be late for a date with the prettiest girl in town?"
"Hah, hah...gosh, I've got to leave...there's bacon and eggs in the kitchen honey," she said, leaned over and gave me a quick peck on the cheek, and then, after one last quick surreptitious glance down at my groin, turned and rushed towards the door.
But if she had stayed a few seconds longer she would have seen her son in all his fully erect glory -- there was no way my hand could have disguised that. Moving into the can and then standing over the toilet bowl I wondered just how much she had seen. And what did she think of what she'd seen. God, not mom too, I thought to myself as I tried to piss through a rock hard hose...
...It was a glorious late summer Florida day, and with lower than normal humidity it was perfect for a wedding. When Mom, my date for the day, came down the stairs at three-ten I couldn't stop the appreciative whistle that escaped from my lips.
"Stop that," she said but her smile betrayed her pleasure.
"What happened to that old lady I was supposed to escort today," I teased as I watched mom descend the last couple of steps. My buddies had always claimed my mom was the hottest mother in town and if they had seen her walk down those stairs that day their tongues would have been hanging down to their knees.
At thirty-six, her tall, trim but shapely body, combined with her light skin, blue eyes and blond hair, clearly reflected her Swedish ancestry. Unlike my red haired sister there was no mistaking the common Viking heritage mom and I shared. Two tall athletic blonds. "You look great mom," I said.
"You should be going with one of your little girlfriends, not me," she answered as I took her hand.
"They'll all be jealous of me...all the men at the wedding," I promised, then bent over and gave her a light peck on the lips. "You're beautiful ma," I insisted, staring into the blue eyes just inches from mine.
"I'm an old woman," she said with a grin, then added, "Now c'mon, we don't want to be late for Chrissie's marriage."
"You should go out more...date...there must be hundreds of guys who'd die to go out with you," I argued as we were driving towards the church minutes later. But it was a discussion we'd had before. Both Natalie and I had tried to raise the subject with mom many times over the proceeding three or four years.
Dad had died when I was only nine and it was only when Natalie and I had became teens ourselves, when we had started to feel the hormones rushing through our own young, developing bodies, that we realized that mom was seemingly going without. At first she had brushed off our timid enquiries. Then when we got older, fifteen...sixteen, Nat and I worried that she was going without because of us.
Her statements that, "I'm too busy for men," or "I have to take care of you guys," or "I've got to work overtime -- you guys got university coming up," or "once you're gone I'll," and on and on, had made us feel guilty. Made us feel mom was missing out because of us. She had even refused to let us work nights or weekends during the school year, insisting instead that we study and get an education, that flipping burgers for five bucks an hour was stupid when she could make fifty or sixty bucks an hour working overtime in the ER.
It was weird. For a couple of years at least I'd been encouraging her to date, Natalie had too, but at the same time I had slowly come to realize that I dreaded the thought of her in another man's arms. Now that I'd lost my virginity, now that I had been dancing naked for hundreds of women night after night, I'd realized I had been growing even more possessive of her. Why shouldn't it be me who sleeps with her I'd asked myself more and more often in the preceding months. It should be I who replaces my father in mom's bed, I'd told myself.
"Don't you worry about me," mom answered, breaking into my reverie, "once I get you off to university I'll go wild."
"Yeah sure mom," I agreed, having heard this same line at least fifty times over the last couple of years. "I love you... even if you don't like men," I told her, when after finally reaching the church and parking, we were walking up the path to the front door.
"I do like them...but you're my only man right now," she teased back.
