Dancing Into Her Knickers Pt. 02

He was already hardening when he suggested they go back to the lounge. She agreed and on the way set the locks on the electronic notepad that controlled the house.

"He won't be home, but just in case," she said as Charles came out of the kitchen with two glasses of wine that he put on the coffee table.

"Let's sit on the sofa," he suggested.

He put his arm round her, pulled her to him and they again kissed long and passionately.

"This is so wonderful," he whispered into her ear as they fell backwards into the corner of the sofa. He was lying half on top of her and half on the sofa. She could feel that awesome bulge that had so excited her when they had danced pressing into the outside of her right leg just beneath her hip bone. God how she wanted to see it and hold it.

"Yes Charles, yes it is," she breathed as surge after surge of strong feelings roared through her inflamed body.

They kissed again. This time there was no hesitancy with it. Both their emotional and sexual confidences had been boosted by the moments of affection and the admissions of their feelings and the wine had reduced their inhibitions. The thinking and anticipation they had both undergone in the recent past and the experiences of this evening had primed and prepared for them making love to each other, which they were now starting to do.

That said Charles, ever the pessimist was not totally sure that she would let him go all the way this evening. Many women had a sort of process and full sex did not sometimes feature until the third or fourth date; he wondered whether his step-mother followed a process like that?

In some ways that did not matter to him. Just being with her in any sexual way and knowing that there was affection and desire on her part was magic for him and anything else would just be even more icing on the cake.

As they lay on the sofa and kissed though, it was inevitable that he caressed her intimately. As she was running her hands through his hair and up and down his back, it was almost without thinking or planning that his hand found her breast through the silk of her top. The feeling was exquisite and made her jump with pleasure. The excitement roared through his body as, feeling no resistance whatsoever, he squeezed her delicious breasts and pinched her nipples. He rolled a little more onto her so that his now full erection was pressed on the fleshy top of her leg rather than near to the firmer hip bone. It sunk sensuously into her flesh and he pushed harder making a firmer impression of his length and girth on her upper leg.

Monica now knew that she would have full sex with him, in fact she knew that she was desperate to have it with him. Every nerve end and sinew in her body was screaming out for him to satisfy her sexually even more than what was he was doing with his mouth on hers, his hands on her breasts and nipples and his gorgeous erection that he was rubbing against her leg.

Glancing down as they broke the kiss he saw the vividly erotic vision of Monica's long, bare, tanned legs stretched out before her from the sofa. Her blue and yellow, thin skirt had ridden up to her mid-thighs and her legs were slightly parted even though she was trying desperately to retain her decorum by pushing her knees as close together as she could get them.

After his previous attempt at getting his hands up her skirt he hesitated from doing what his body and particularly his dick were urging him to do. As he kissed her again and pinched her nipples through her top, he questioned himself and sort of analysed the situation and them. Surely this was now a done deal, he was thinking as Monica sucked on his lower lip and slid her fingers inside the waist of his trousers at the back? Surely, despite their relationship she would not stop now? Surely she was as up for it as he was? In truth he was absolutely correct, but he did not know that, well not for a while yet.

It happened almost by accident. The action that turned what they were doing from heavy petting into serious sex came about by chance and not planning. Charles moved his body a little to get more comfortable and his hand brushed her knee. He realised that she did nothing other than return his kiss more fervently. Plucking up courage he brushed his fingertips again across her bare leg a few inches above her knee. Still nothing so he put his hand right on her knee. It felt lovely. It was so smooth and soft and still there was no objection from her.

From her perspective why would there be as his touch on her bare skin was as welcome as it was exciting.

'Oh fuck,' he thought she really is up for it.

'Oh yes,' she thought he's going to go further. Her heart was pounding so hard she was sure that he would hear it, but of course he did not.

'It's shit or bust time,' he thought to himself as he moved his hand a few inches, upwards. Still no objection. He went further so that it slid under the hem of the skirt that was just above her mid-thigh. Once more she did nothing to deter him, but why would she, after all he was doing precisely what she wanted him to do? As he inched even further her expectancy of the sex and satisfaction that she was sure he would provide soared ever higher.

Now emboldened by her lack of reaction, he went on, he went further, he went for what he thought would be going for broke. His hand covered the last few inches of her upper thigh and pressed against her panty covered mound. The feelings as he accidentally or purposefully pressed right on her clit were stupendous and caused Monica to do three things each of which were amazing for Charles. She grunted and moaned.

"Oh yes."

She let her thighs open and she slid her hand down and found his erection inside his trousers.

The time for being demure, for pretence, for playing the 'will I won't I' game had gone.

"Ok Mons?" He asked smiling to himself that she did not correct him, but instead replied.

"Are you talking to me or what you have in your hand?" she asked slipping her fingers down the front of his trousers. He reached up and undid his belt and zip.

"Both," he replied watching in amazement as Monica sat up and in one quick movement yanked her top up, over her head and off. Shaking her hair back in place she reached behind her, unclipped her bra and removed it.

"Oh my god Monica you look awesome, you have such beautiful breasts," he moaned.

"I'll show you mine Charles if you show me yours," she grinned nodding at his trousers.

Charles nearly exploded with excitement at both the sight of his topless step-mother and the thought that she was asking him to remove his trousers. Monica was now relaxed. She was confident of her body and knew that she would be able to satisfy Charles in bed. She had put 'tomorrow' and the aftermath of what they were about to do out of her mind. As he struggled his trousers off, she leaned forward and undid his shirt. He had a lovely chest. It was muscular, but not too bulky, nicely hairy and lightly tanned. Memories of being squashed against it so many times as they danced flooded her mind, but they were now accompanied by the prospect of having her bare breasts crushed against its hirsute roughness and that made her shudder with want.

He struggled his trousers and socks off and she helped him with his shirt. For a couple of moments they just looked at each other in their semi-undressed states; they made a glamorous and hugely erotic couple.

They kissed again and this time Monica's breasts were squashed against his bare chest and it was every bit as lovely as she had imagined. They manoeuvred their bodies so that they were laying on the sofa on their sides in each other's arms. He kissed her breasts and she held his cock inside his boxers. His hand went between her legs again and stroked the wetness of the gusset covering her lips. She pushed on the waist of his boxers.

"Take them off Charles, let me see you."

Rolling away from her he wriggled them down a little so that his cock popped out. It was a lovely cock, pale coloured it was smooth and uncircumcised. Similar in length to Bruce's, it was even thicker than his and that made Monica both excited and a little worried as she struggled sometimes to accept easily her husband's. Nevertheless, a low groan escaped from her mouth as she held it both of her hands.

"Mmmm that's lovely," she whispered into his ear revelling in the feel of it in her hands.

He kissed her breasts again and sucked one of her prominent nipples into his mouth. "And that's lovely too," she sighed running her fingers through his hair.

"Undress for me Mons, let me see you naked," he whispered.

She stood up just a few feet away from where he lay gloriously naked and magnificently rampant full length on the sofa. Reaching behind her she slid the short zip down on the skirt and pushed that down.

"You are looking awesome mum," he smiled ogling her clad in just the blue, bikini panties.

"You don't look so bad yourself," she replied kneeling beside the sofa, bending forward, holding his cock and kissing it.

"Oh yes," he said.

She licked its length and then took him into her mouth and sucked him.

"Not too much Monica, I can't take a lot of that."

"I bet you don't say that to Camille do you?"

"Don't go there."

Standing up she slowly slid her panties off and stepped out of them wonderfully naked.

"I can hardly believe this can you?" He asked as she sat beside him and again stroked his cock as he cupped her tits, leaned forward and sucked quite hard on her nipples that always looked as though they were hard and erect.

"No Charles I can't."

"Are you happy with this Monica?"

"Yes, but ask me again tomorrow," I smiled.

You laughed. "Yes I know what you mean."

"Where does Camille feature in all this Charles?"

"Probably the same as Bruce I guess, but let's forget them for now."

"Yes worry about them tomorrow shall we?"

"Yes, because my lovely we have other things to do that are more important don't we?"

"What like this for instance," Monica said stroking his swollen dick.

"Or this," Charles said slipping his hand onto her pubic mound and pushing against her closed thighs. She looked up at him, he raised his eyebrows enquiringly. Instinctively she knew what he meant. Holding his gaze as her fingers ran up and down his erection, she let her legs fall open. His hand immediately slipped downwards, his fingers sliding into her wetness. Shock waves of sensation rushed through her and she clung to him when he pushed two or three fingers up her.

"Oh Charles," she groaned as he pumped his fingers slowly, but meaningfully in and almost out of her.

"Nice?" He asked kissing her and pulling her tighter to him.

"It's lovely," she sighed slowly pumping his gorgeous cock.

"So is that, but Monica you had better stop."

She looked into his eyes again and smiling said softly. "Why?"

"Because you will make me cum?"

Holding his gaze at the same time as holding his cock she whispered.

"So, is that a problem?"

"Not if it isn't for you Mons."

Smiling and pumping his cock a little faster as she knew Bruce liked to be wanked, she said.

"Not only is it not a problem Charles, but I am starting."

"To cum?"

"Yes," she groaned as the marvellous and familiar pre orgasm feelings spread through her body. She fell back into the corner of the sofa with her legs open. Charles shuffled closer so she could still hold his cock and could comfortably finger fuck her.

It took only a few moments for both of them to go over the top.

"I'm cumming Mons, I'm cumming," Charles grunted pumping himself in and out of the surrogate cunt formed by Monica's hand.

"Oh yes, Charles yes," Monica groaned her head thrashing uncontrollably from side to side as the full force of her orgasm hit her.

His cock exploded and gush after gush of thick, creamy sperm shot from it covering his hand and stomach with one stream splashing onto her stomach.

"Sorry," he mumbled trying to wipe it away with his hand.

"Don't worry Charles I have had more."

"From Bruce?"

"Let's leave him out shall we?"

"Yes let's. Let me clean up."

Charles went off his bathroom upstairs and Monica lay there for a few moments contemplating what they had done and where this might lead. She assumed with a rush of excitement that they would sleep together tonight for him staying had always been on the cards. She tried thinking of what might happen then, but drew a complete blank. Whether it would be an occasional get together, a full on affair or just this as a one night stand she could not work out and deep down, that did not really matter for she didn't know what she wanted.

Cleaned up, Charles slipped into a deep red, dressing gown and came back downstairs. Monica was not there, presumably he thought in her bathroom. He poured himself another glass of the delicious claret and sat down and waited, his balls already tingling with expectancy of being needed to work again very soon. Obviously, he had no idea of Monica's requirements sexually and whether she would want it several times tonight, but whatever she wanted he was pretty sure he would be able to accommodate her needs. Camille when only partly stoned had a voracious appetite and it was not uncommon for him to cum four or five times in a session.

Another side of him, his more half empty side was thinking, perhaps that's it and she had gone to bed full of regrets. He sat there for a while longer not knowing what to do. Should he go up and knock on her door or just wait? He was in a quandary for he was convinced she had enjoyed it and he knew that she had cum, but was there too much guilt for her perhaps?

His phone buzzed with the text has arrived tone. All it said was:

Bring the wine with you

But there was a smiley face.

Holding the bottles of wine in one hand and the glasses in the other he walked up the wide staircase and along the corridor to the master bedroom. The door was slightly ajar and he could see that it was dimly lit. Pushing the door open he saw that there was a single lit candle, but no other light. Monica was in the bed covered by a sheet with her shoulder-length, greyish, blonde hair tumbling over the pillow. The sheet on the side of the bed where she was not laying was folded back. It was both a highly romantic and hugely erotic scene and he felt himself starting to harden.

"Hi, just what does a girl need to do to get a drink round here?" she smiled at him.

Charles laughed. "Maybe invite the wine waiter into your bed," he said placing the bottles and glasses on the bedside table.

"Be my guest then," Monica said lifting up the sheet.

Monica was thinking that if anything this was going even better than she had imagined and then, it got even better. After putting the bottles and glasses down Charles turned and looked at Monica. 'Fuck she looks great,' he thought, feeling a surge of jealousy that she belonged to his father who probably fucked the arse off her quite regularly. As he undid the tie on the dressing gown he wondered to himself not if his dad fucked the arse off her, but whether he fucked her arse at all, for that was something he had never done until he met Camille who loved having sex up her bum. It was now a sex act that he and she did regularly.

Letting the gown fall open, he stood there for a moment or two as he watched Monica's gaze travel up and down his body. He knew he had a good one and that it was sexually attractive. He was firm and taught, had no spare flesh anywhere and had broad, fairly hairy chest, a narrow waist, a nice six pack and a great cock, and that was just the front view, which was what Monica was seeing. In his opinion and from what others had told him the rear view was as good for he had a pert, firm arse and good legs, but Monica was still to see that. However, what she did see as his dressing gown fell open was his rapidly hardening cock and beautifully flat stomach. Charles watched her eyes guzzle up his body, particularly his cock as he shrugged the robe off and let it fall to the floor. To Monica his naked form climbing into her bed was as erotic a sight as she had ever seen.

They slid so easily into each other's arms. Feeling his body against hers sent shock waves of arousal and want through her and filled him with such a strong need to fuck her that he became fully erect. Almost simultaneously his hands found her breasts as hers found his cock. They both caressed the other. Everything now seemed to happen in slow motion, it was as if it was ordained and directed by a higher level being than mere man.

Their mouths met and they kissed long and lovingly.

They sucked on each other's lips and exchanged tongues.

Their hands roamed adventurously around the other's body now with more familiarity and confidence.

His hands and then mouth found her breasts and stirred her already prominent nipples into their full, excited splendour.

Hers could hardly bear to leave where they were cradling his immensely hard and almost pulsating cock, but they were tempted away by her curiosity to feel and enjoy his bum. Firm, pert and fleshy, it was everything she hoped it would be and she gloried in the wonderment of having her nipples sucked and her clit rubbed while holding his luscious cock in one hand and caressing the cheeks of his arse with the other. She was tempted to go further with his that, but felt that might best be left until she knew him better.

Instinctively, they both knew that this was not the time for oral, there would be plenty of time for that later. This was to be their first penetrative sex, their first time of making love, yes they were about to celebrate their first fuck.

Slowly, but inexorably Charles moved his body onto hers.

Gradually Monica manoeuvred him so that his erection was pressed in to her leg and stretched up into her groin.

They kissed and caressed more, taking each other to that wonderful plateau of sensations that lies just beneath the peak that is the orgasm. They were both very aware that it would not be long before they would ascend to the peak and their minds and bodies would be engulfed with intense orgasmic sensations.

He was now on top of her with her breasts squashed against his chest and his erection rearing up her stomach from her pubic mound to, nearly, her waist. He thrust himself a few times simulating the movements that he would soon be doing inside her. That thrusting sensitised her clit even more and he moved one step further towards the peak.

All rational thought and reasoning had now gone from Charles' mind. His father and Camille ceased to exist, there was no future to consider other than what was going to happen over the next few minutes when he would make love to his step-mother. That thought and Monica's relationship to him never left his mind as they prepared to make love, but then it had hardly left his mind since they had started this adventure by dancing together at that wedding. At times that worried him. Did his obsession with thinking 'step-mother' mean that it was fucking the taboo that was more important to him than making love to the gorgeous Monica?

Monica had no such thoughts, but then she was not the deep analytical thinker that was Charles and what had got him an honours degree from Cambridge. As he wriggled his body downwards a little so that bulbous end of his cock rested right on her clit, she shuddered with want and expectancy at the spectre of having the sexual vigour of Charles available to her all night. Her thinking went no further than that, it could not, for everything other than tonight was simply too complicated

Grabbing his handsome face in her hands she kissed him hard and passionately with her tongue visiting every part of his mouth. Silently telling him with that gesture how much she wanted him she slowly opened her legs so that his body laid between them.