"...they just went to the bar for a few more shots." I look to the bar and see Kelly using her hands to push her boobs together. Between them is a shotglass into which the barman is pouring Vodka or Rum, which he overfills, spilling some (probably deliberately) on Kelly's tits. Frank dives his beard into Kelly's cleavage and retrieves the shotglass; downing it and putting it back on the bar, he dives back in between and around Kelly's tits licking and sucking at the excess spillage. The smile on Kel's face was one of giddyness and pleasure.
In unconsciously reaching out to the scene happening in front of me, my hands have strayed. The hand that guided Ma by the abdomen is now hanging stupidly in the air. The hand on Ma's leg has found its way up underneath her skirt, gripping a round, fleshy butt cheek. Ma leans forward again, guiding herself back into me, and snagging my stray hand on her breast on the way down. She gently takes that hand in hers and guides it to her hip, against her bare flesh up underneath the blouse. My other hand gives her ass a squeeze and she swivels herself into me, my cock pressed against her panties and her warm sex holes.
I feel a little embarassed as I watch Kelly and Frank, each ass in hand, a bottle of Vodka in Kelly's other hand and a beer in franks, arriving back at the dancefloor. I was afraid Kelly would be weirded out that I was dancing with Ma the way I was. Not only did she not seem weirded out, she seemed completely entranced in her own affairs; she didn't even seem to remember who she was there with. Pa smiled at us and winked at me. Ma put her other foot back on the ground and turned around. |