The Company Dance

I really didn't want to go. It was the annual company dance, held after our company year end at a local hotel. Rooms were booked, those of us that had been there the longest were treated to a suite, and there was a hog roast, and there would be dancing, and I knew I would hate it, as I did every year. Why? Because I am single, I wouldn't have anyone with me, and as a single woman, as the drinks went down, the men became more 'attentive', and then it would get to the point where they couldn't accept my rejections.

And then it would get ugly, and the pleasure would drain away and it became a chore. It was difficult to say no and not to go, the company did this as a thank you, as a reward for all the effort that we had put in over the year, and whilst I appreciated it, being a mature single woman made me a target and it was just not something I enjoyed, and each year I have regretted going and hated each moment.

"What's up Mum?" Dan asked me. Daniel is my son; he still lives at home even though he is nineteen. He has been my sole reason for anything since Bill, his Dad, passed away four years ago.

"Oh, nothing for you to worry about Dan."

"Come off it Mum, there is something, I can tell."

I mentally shrugged and pulled my shoulders up and took a big breath. "It is the company dance, and I don't want to go. Okay? It is bugging me. I ought to go, the company owners put a lot of effort into it, and they do it as a thank you, but, well, I don't have anyone to go with, and I always end up being pestered by drunk men and I just hate it. That's it, now you know."

"Oh, is that all, I thought it was something serious, something I might have done wrong."

I was a little cross at how he seemed to dismiss my issue so easily and turn it around as if it had been about him. "It is serious Dan."

"Oh, look, I didn't mean to sound like I was dismissing it, I know, I meant it is easy to solve, just take someone with you, then the drunks won't pester you."

"Oh just take someone with me," I said exasperatedly, "what, nip to Tesco and get a spare man?"

"Oh for goodness sake Mum, no, take me."

Oh. I hadn't even thought about that. "I couldn't do that, they would laugh at me, that would be worse."

"Why would they laugh at you?"

"Taking my son, they would just pity and scorn."

"They won't know I am your son, they can think what they like."

I suppose he had a point, "well, the first time you call me Mum they will have a good idea."

"Okay, so I will call you Gillian, or Gill, I mean that is your name, so why don't I do that. I can start doing it now, you know, to practice."

I sat and thought about it, it could work I supposed. "We would have to dance together, you know, it is a dance, and well, you know, hold hands and stuff, it might be awkward for you."

"Gill, it won't be awkward at all." He said, Gill sounding strange coming from him, if I had closed my eyes I wouldn't have heard Dan, it would have been someone else I heard, his father Bill. "I will have no issue holding your hand or dancing with you, it'll be fun, and if we don't explain who I am, they can all go wild trying to guess. I mean, does anyone know about me?"

"Well no, I don't think so, I go to work to earn money, not to socialise, I don't talk to people about my home life. I mean, I talk to them about work, about things in the news, that sort of thing, just never about home. You are precious to me; I am not going to gossip about you for goodness sake."

"Well, there we are then, it'll be easy. We will just go, pig out on the hog roast, drink the free drinks, have a few dances and you can be seen to be appreciating the efforts of your bosses, it could be fun Gil."

I was listening to his words and then when he used 'Gil' again it brought me up sharp. It was so strange hearing him say Gil and not Mum.

"Hearing Gil from you is strange Dan," I said.

"Sorry babe," he said a smile on his face, "I am just practising love." Now he was teasing, well, at least I hoped he was teasing.

"We will have to go and get you a dinner suit, we can go on Saturday to Marks and Spencer and see if they have got anything that will fit you. You'll be in and out of the changing rooms, so make sure you have clean underwear on."

"Mother!"

"And wear a white shirt."

Saturday came all too soon and I gathered Dan up and we headed off to the White Rose centre, parking right outside M&S. The thing about M&S is that the menswear is right the other side of the store, and to get to it, we had to pass through lingerie, and that made me think, perhaps I ought to get some new lingerie. I would look after we had sorted out Dan.

There were rows of dinner jackets and matching trousers with their satin stripes down the legs. He tried jackets on in the open store, and we determined he was a 38L size jacket. He grabbed some trousers and headed off to the changing room. I sat in the waiting area whilst he changed.

He came out and my heart swelled, he looked so dapper and handsome. The jacket was a perfect fit, and the trousers looked the right length.

"Long size on the trousers too Gil," he said.

"How are they around the waist?" I asked him, still reeling at 'Gil.'

"Perfect, they have adjusters, so I can make them tighter or looser. I think I would prefer some black braces and have them loose."

"Take the jacket off and twirl." I said.

He handed me the jacket, "here hold this for me babe," and then did a twirl. Gracious, the trousers were a little tight around the fly, not much extra material there for a man. Goodness. I could see why he would prefer loose and braces.

"Okay, yes, I see what you mean, we'll go and get some braces."

He left the jacket with me and went back to the changing room to put his own trousers on. He handed the pairs of trousers he didn't want to the changing room assistant and the ones we were keeping he passed to me, I popped them into the trolley.

"I still have your Dad's bow tie, we can use that, but he didn't have any braces that I can recall, so we will go and look at those next, and a couple of dress shirts."

We selected two different shirts, one with a wing collar and another with an oxord collar and ruffles down the front, we could choose which looked better when we were home, there was no point in taking them out of the packet here and trying them on, no, that could wait. I got him two pairs of braces, one black and one white, again we would see which worked best at home.

As we were walking by the men's shoes, I spotted a pair of patent slip on loafers. "Try these Dan," I said passing him a pair that were his size. He slipped them on and then walked up and down, they looked good. "How do they feel?" I asked him.

"They feel great babe," he said, a smile, such a cheeky smile, on his face. I mentally sighed, he had always enjoyed a good sense of humour, and it was showing now with his teasing.

"Right then, that is you sorted, I am going to look at lingerie." I wheeled our trolley over to the lingerie section and started musing. Did I want thongs, or Brazilians or boyshorts? And whatever I wanted, I would need a bra to go with them. I just wasn't inspired by anything I saw.

"Come on," I said, "Let's pay for these and go elsewhere, these are a bit, well, just simply functional."

"Crikey Gil, style over function, who would have guessed." He said, chuckling all the time I was going through checkout. I handed him the bag with his suit and shirts in.

"Here you can carry these, come on, I know where to go."

I headed to Ann Summers, I knew I would get something out of the ordinary here. This wasn't to titillate my son, he wouldn't see it, no this was for me, I was making the effort and I wanted to feel sexy, and not just the woman from the office.

I wasn't sure what dress I was going to wear, I had my little black number that revealed my cleavage and was about three inches below my crotch, or my blue satin mandarin style, that was just above the knee and fully covered my décolletage. I would try and get a lingerie set that would go with either dress.

I let Dan trail around behind me, he knew what underwear was, it shouldn't phase him, and he wouldn't see me in it, so there was nothing to get antsy about, it was just clothes, but on the night, they would be something more than just clothes. I picked up a thong in black, I say black, but it was sheer, and very small, the front was in the shape of a heart and the back was a simple ribbon.

I found the matching bra, goodness, it was very revealing, good job it wouldn't be on show, definitely be good on a date night, I could save it for future use, should I ever go on a date. Matching suspender belt, and that was black sorted. I found similarly sheer items in blue. I looked for nude colour, but they didn't have anything, I would make do with the two sets.

Dan was looking at the toys, vibrators, eggs, that sort of thing, I wondered if he really knew how they worked, did he have experience of them, or was it just what he had seen in porn. I paid for my lingerie and went across to Dan.

"See anything you fancy?" I asked with a smile on my face.

"Well, I don't really have the equipment for most of it Gil," he said, "but if I did, there are some interesting items I would probably try. What about you, what do you think?"

"Oh, I have all the toys that I need," I said realising that I was giving away more than I intended.

"Oh do you now, well, that is interesting Gil," Dan said a smirk on his face. It occurred to me that he may have thought he was getting the upper hand. I simply smiled and turned to leave the store.

As we were driving back I noticed Dan looking at me more and more, and his eyes often were in my lap, not somewhere he should be looking and I was beginning to regret having worn a dress, it had probably ridden up a little. I didn't want to take my eyes off the road and look down, there would be little I could do about it if it had risen up, and all it would do is make me feel uncomfortable for the rest of the journey. I was better off not knowing.

"Right then," I said when we got home, "Get yourself upstairs and get everything on, I want to make sure it looks good and fits properly. If it doesn't look right now we are home, we will have to go to Moss Bros and see what they have."

"Okay baby," really, he was pushing things, but I have to be honest, the endearments were beginning to sound good, especially if I was looking away and didn't see his mouth say the words. I followed him upstairs, and in the drawer of bits and pieces of Bills that I had kept, I found his old bow tie, I was sure I could remember how to tie it, I didn't expect Dan would know.

"Are you decent?" I asked from outside his room.

"Yes, sort of, I am in my boxers," he answered.

"I'm coming in," I said and pushed his door open. He was stood in front of his wardrobe, and as he had said, he was just wearing his boxers. I kept my eyes up, I didn't need to see his bulges that was for sure.

"Right, here is your Dad's bow tie," I said dropping it on his bed, "come down when you are dressed. I would try the wing tip shirt first." I turned and left him to it, going downstairs and putting the kettle on to make some tea.

He was about five minutes. I had made the tea and was waiting in the lounge when I heard him coming down the stairs. "In here," I called and he walked in and my heart skipped a beat, he looked absolutely gorgeous, and wow, he had a hint of Bill about him. He wasn't a Bill junior, but there was a something that reminded me of Bill.

He had sort of managed to do up the bow tie, but it was a mess. I stood up and stood in front of him, and undid the tie before doing it up again neatly. It meant I was up close and personal, as I would be when we danced at the company dance. It was interesting, I could almost taste his scent, very odd effect. I stepped back.

"Right, let me look at you," I said, "how is the waist of those trousers, open your jacket, let me look."

He undid the jacket, and I saw he had on the black braces. "I needed the room Gil, so I loosened the waist and used the braces."

I put my hand onto the waist band and tugged, at least an inch of room, the braces would do the job that he wanted.

"Okay then," I said, "Looking very excellent, I think this will do nicely. Now, go and take it all off and hang it up, we don't want to get it dirty before the big night."

"Don't I get to see you in your purchases Gil?"

"Don't be cheeky, no you don't, remember who you are Dan, and there are some things a son does not need to see, now off with you." I decided that I would wait until he was out of the house before I tried my outfits on, I was not going to risk an unintentional showing of my underwear to Dan, it was way too revealing for him to see. I was almost having second thoughts, wearing it I would be virtually nude, all that would be protecting my modesty would be my dress.

"As it always is Gil, and as it always will be, stop being so silly," I said to myself. I sat back down and finished my tea.

*

It was the day of the company dance. We each had a small suitcase for our clothes. There was a pool and spa at the hotel, and I had added a swimming costume to my case, I had suggested to Dan that he did the same, we could perhaps have an early morning swim on Sunday before breakfast, it might help clear our heads if they were muggy. I packed both my dresses, I would decide which I would wear later, and both sets of underwear, stockings and I would wear the day dress I had to travel in when we returned.

The suite was more of a family room I supposed. One main bedroom, a smaller bedroom, a sitting room and a bathroom. Dan had the smaller bedroom and I had the main with its king size bed. We unpacked, as far as we needed to, I hung up my dresses, still undecided as to which one I would wear, and Dan hung up his suit and his shirt. We decided to go and explore the hotel and perhaps have a drink in the bar.

The pool and spa looked like every pool and spa looks, I didn't fancy a swim today, my hair had been done, and going swimming would wreck it and a waste of the sixty pounds it had cost. Perhaps tomorrow. We found the main bar and I ordered a bottle of Cabernet and two glasses, billing it to the room, and we sat in a quiet corner overlooking the grounds.

"Well then," I said, "we don't often come to a place like this."

"No Gil," Dan replied, "a little out of our league."

"Dan, never think that, no, it is not out of our league, but we have more important things to spend our money on. No, we are more than able to hold our own in a place like this, never belittle yourself."

I sat back in the chair as the barman brought our wine in a cooler and glasses. He opened the bottle and poured a small amount in a glass which he offered to me. "Oh no, to Dan please," I said, letting the barman know than Dan was the one to approve the wine. Dan took the glass, sniffed the wine, took a small amount and swilled it around his mouth.

"Yes, fine, thank you," he said to the barman.

The barman then poured me a glass of wine and then topped up Dan's before leaving us to it, the opened bottle back in its cooler. I leant back in my seat, the glass in my hand and sipped, glad that the style of seat meant that Dan would not be getting a front row view of my knickers. Not, I suppose that it would have mattered, he is my son so it shouldn't mean anything to him if he did, and my knickers were fully covering everything down there anyway.

The barman brought over a small plate of nibbles, smiled at us and went back to tend to his bar. Currently we were the only clients that he had, hopefully the service would be attentive, my bosses were paying enough that it should be.

"Gil," Dan said softly, his back to the barman, "I have seen it on TV, but I have no idea what I was supposed to do with the wine, I just did what everyone does, but I have no idea why."

I laughed and took another drink from my glass, "me either, I just do what you did. I guess that if you were a wine connoisseur you would know from the aroma and the taste if the wine was what you ordered and if it tasted right. Me? I just do it to let the barman think I know my stuff. I don't."

He smiled and took a drink from his glass and relaxed back into his chair. The barman came over and filled our glasses, already the bottle was almost gone. "Would you like another?" The barman asked? I nodded agreement. Why not, it was someone else's money.

"How do you feel Gil?" Dan asked, "in a posh hotel with a young man as your escort."

"Well, it feels nice actually, and when we are all dressed up for the evening, I think that we will stand the test and not look like mutton dressed as lamb. You do look very handsome in your dinner suit, and I won't be wearing my usual boring office clothes, I am actually glad that you suggested that we do this."

Dan reached forward and squeezed my knee, "me too, I shall be very proud of you tonight," he said, his face quite serious, "and I think the men will be quite jealous of me when they see you."

"Oh Baby," I said, "what a lovely thing to say." I drained my glass and the barman came over, filled our glasses and took away the empty bottle, leaving us with a fresh one. I was beginning to feel the effects of the wine. Dan was looking very attractive I had to say. 'Control, your self Gillian, he is your son,' I mentally chided myself.

"I think all the ladies will be envious when they see the handsome man I have on my arm. I think this evening will be very interesting as we watch the other people watching us."

We sat and drank our wine, another couple came into the bar, and they sat a few tables over from us. I vaguely recognised the guy from work, so they were probably here for the dinner too. I tried not to make eye contact, I wasn't really feeling the need to chat, I would probably have to do enough of that this evening.

The barman came over and filled our glasses again, that was virtually the end of the second bottle, goodness. I looked across at Dan, he was smiling and looking at me and then across at the other couple, and then back again.

"What?" I said, any more words than that seemed too difficult a concept this far into two bottles of wine.

"You babe, you will blow her away this evening," he said softly, his face straight on to mine making lip reading pretty difficult for the other couple.

I smiled and mouthed a thank you. "And you beat him into a cocked hat," I replied quietly.

"Looks like we are going to have a great night," he said, "I really can't wait to show you off. Should we arrive late and make an entrance do you think?"

I laughed, "no Dan, let's just go when we are ready, truth is, I don't want to be the centre of any attention."

"I don't think you will have any choice in that Gil," he said in a low voice, his lips hardly moving at all.

"Gillian isn't it," the guy called over, "I thought it was you."

"Oh hi Brad," I said remembering his name from nowhere.

"Are you staying here too?"

"Yes, and as Dan and I have been in the bar for hours we were just on our way out. You have a great afternoon Brad and we will see you later."

"Oh you have to take advantage of the hotel facilities," he said winking.

"See you later," I said and Dan and I left. It was all I could do to walk unaided out of the bar, my legs felt like jelly. As soon as we were out of sight of the bar I leant against the wall.

"Fuck," I said softly, "I think my legs have gone."

Dan took my hand and pulled me from the wall and then put his arm around me, supporting me, and as we walked to the lift, I realised that he was supporting my left breast too, and I also realised that it did not feel wrong, and that I was feeling pleasures just exactly where I shouldn't.

As we made our way back to the suite, Dan was whispering to me.

"You did catch his innuendo?" he said.

"What?"

"About us going back to make full use."

"Oh, er, no not really."

"He was implying that you were taking me back to our room to shag me."

"Oh. Well, let him think what he likes."

"Well, obviously, he can't know if we do or if we don't can he."

"Well, not unless he sits in our room and watches, and I don't like audiences."

He squeezed me a little tighter, his palm rotating upwards and cupping my breast and my pleasures began flowing as they haven't for a long time. It seems I was getting more into method acting than simple role playing.

"Don't look now Gil, but he is behind us at the other end of the corridor. I am going to kiss you to help enforce what he is thinking."

Dan stopped us and rested me against the wall of the corridor, we were just by the lift. He put his hands onto my face and leant forwards and brushed my lips with his, and then he stopped brushing and started kissing, our lips sliding across each other, his hand that was down corridor to Brad pressed at my side and then slid behind me, his fingers burying into the crease of my bottom.

I fell into the moment and my tongue pressed at his mouth and pushed inside and my stomach pressed against his and in a sudden moment I realised that he had an erection and he was pressing it against me, my pleasures were going mad. I pushed him away, "enough here," I said a little loudly, "wait until we are back in our suite."

Dan stepped back and put his arm back around me and we stood in front of the lift waiting for it to arrive. I hoped that Brad had seen enough to be convinced. I didn't know about Brad, but I was sure as hell convinced, I knew what effect it had on Dan, I also knew what effect it had on me, I was more than moist to say the least, I could feel my labia slide across each other as I walked, I would not have been surprised to hear squishing sounds.

Dan used his card and opened our suite and once inside I was able to relax. I gave Dan a small kiss on his lips and turned to my room.

"I need to lay down, and you probably do too, you go to your room and I will go to mine, we need to try and calm down before we go to the dance. Thank you, I think that you will have given Brad a lot of ammunition, and I am sure he will gossip about it this evening. Half the battle is won."

"Ok baby," Dan said heading to his room.

In my room I slipped my dress off and lay on my bed in just my underwear, I was going to take a small nap, we had a few hours before the dance, and I needed to get myself back together. I was laying there in that half awake half asleep state and I saw Dan standing in my doorway, he had stripped down to his boxers, and I could see that he still had an erection, his boxers were jutting out in front.

I didn't move, I just feigned sleep and watched through half closed eyes as Dan rubbed himself through his boxers. God, I knew I was getting turned on, this was ridiculous, Dan is my son for God's sake, this evening, this weekend is just for show, nothing more, certainly not me watching my son masturbate as I lay in front of him in my knickers.

My pressures were growing, my pleasures were flowing, and electrics were fizzing in my groin. My breathing stopped and I gasped as my pleasures flowed extra fast. I moved slightly on the bed as if in my sleep, my hand laying across my stomach, a finger just on my knickers above my clitoris, I gasped again.

God, what must he think of me, I was so embarrassed having desires for my son, it was wrong, I know that, and excusing it saying he had an erection cut no ice. Boys his age had almost permanent erections as I recall from when I was his age and every boyfriend I had seemed to be permanently hard, no matter what I did.

And I did it all. As I lay there watching Dan I remembered Steve from college, I remembered how his dick felt, and eventually, how it tasted, the memories supercharging my pleasures as they flowed. I had to move. I yawned and began to move, Dan scuttled off as I began moving. I got up and headed to the bathroom, and pulling my knickers down I sat on the loo.

Dan walked in, his boxers now off, and his dick as hard as it had been earlier.

"Oh God Mum, sorry, I thought that you were in bed." He said, a hand hovering in front of his groin in a poor attempt to cover up his dick, "I just wanted a wee."

I had finished, I reached for some tissue and wiped myself, God I was so wet, I had to get more tissue and wipe again. I pulled my knickers up and stood.

"All yours," I said, "and I hope that isn't because you've seen your mum's fanny on the loo," pointing at his dick as I sidled past him and headed back to my bedroom, pulling the bathroom door to behind me. I shut my bedroom door behind me and stripped off my sodden knickers and my bra, naked I lay on my bed and let my fingers roam, God I was so aroused.

I hadn't felt like this since before Bill died, wanting intimacy, feeling highly aroused, feeling a dick inside me even though there wasn't one there, waiting for the moment of intimacy with anticipation and imagination, gasping as two fingers played with my nubbin, stroking it, easing it from its shelter, pressing it, just enjoying the sexual feelings flowing through my body.

My orgasm hit me like a train, my body arched off the bed, my fanny clamped hard, my buttocks squeezed, my nipples hardened and I gasped, oh such a gasp, Dan must have heard it. Oh well, let him think what he likes, there will be nothing for him later, this had to remain celibate, he was my son, and he understood that. But we would be play acting in front of every one else, they would for sure imagine what would happen when we got back to our suite, they would never imagine that we would go to our separate beds and sleep until breakfast.

I opened a bottle of the complimentary water and drank it in one, I needed to rehydrate and clear my head. I put the robe on and headed to the bathroom, "I'm just showering Dan," I shouted and shut the bathroom door behind me. Slipping my robe off, I donned the shower cap and I got into the shower, letting the water run down my back as I smothered gel over my front, my nipples still hard from earlier, and my fanny still ridiculously wet. I turned to rinse away the suds, feeling the water fall from my crotch as if I were relieving myself.

After I had finished showering I towelled myself dry and put my robe back on. "All yours," I shouted to Dan as I headed back to my room, "we need to be ready in an hour."

"Okay," he answered, I left him to it.

In my room I looked at the two dresses. It had to be the small black dress, on reflection the blue mandarin dress looked too much like something a mother would wear or possibly a Chinese prostitute. I put it and the blue underwear back in my case out of the way. Perhaps I may wear them for breakfast, depending on how I felt when I got up in the morning.

I sat naked in front of the mirror and did my make up, foundation and a little rouge, and for my eyes I went with a peach eye shadow with black tears at the corners of my eyes. Mascara finished the look, and then Red Gloss lipstick, followed by a protective sealing coat to ensure I didn't leave lipstick kisses on whomever I kissed. My nails I did in a red to match my lips, I had toyed with a French manicure, but it wasn't out there enough, too subdued, no, it had to be red. Knickers on next and then bra. I stood in front of the mirror and gasped. My crease was fully visible as were my nipples and areola, sheer was not a good enough description.

Suspender belt and stockings next, spending some time ensuring the seam at the back of my legs was straight. I tucked the suspenders under my knickers, realising that I should have put my knickers on last, I guessed I was just out of practice. Almost finally my dress, and then my shoes and another look in the mirror.

Oh my God, I hardly recognised myself, and I would have to be careful, I could almost see the tops of my stockings below the hem of my dress, oh well, nothing I could do now. I sprayed Esteé Lauder Youth Dew behind my ears, on my decolletage and my wrists. I put tissues and my phone in my clutch bag and I was ready. I opened my bedroom door and walked into the suite sitting room just as Dan was coming out of his bedroom.

"Fucking shit Mum, you look stunning," he gasped his bow tie hanging from his fingers.

"Gil, remember who I am, and thank you," I was just a little bit pleased at his reaction, "now give me your bow tie."

I did his bow tie up for him, and he smelt good, Issy Miyake Nuit, his favourite and it did work for him with its tones of ebony, incense and patchouli. We were close as I finished tweaking his tie and then I stepped back and took a good look at him. Damn, he looked good.

I popped the room card into my clutch and we left the suite, we were only going to be a few minutes late, perhaps ten or maybe fifteen. Out of the lift we walked hand in hand to the ballroom and checked our seat allocation, we were on table four, right next to the dance floor. A fourpiece were playing music and people were milling around and finding their tables.

At our table there were three other couples, and we had the seats that edged onto the dance floor. There were bottles of wine and water on the table and as we took our seats as we said our hellos to our table colleagues. Dan picked up a bottle of white wine and poured us both a glass, and then a glass of water each. I planned on drinking mostly water, I was still buzzing a little from earlier. I was glad to see that Brad was sat a few tables over, he is a little crass for my liking.

We chatted with the people on our table, introducing our other halves. Sally from the post room was with us with her husband Dave, also we had Jim from packing and his wife Dawn, and finally Gary and Tina, Tina worked in accounts. They others had been down a while before us and were well into the wine, but then Dan and I had downed a bottle of wine each in the bar earlier, I reckoned we were ahead.

It was a while before the Hog Roast would be ready, there were canapes and petite fours available and I was just about to attract a servers attention when Dan stood up and took my hand.

"Lets dance, Gil," he said encouraging me to my feet. On the dance floor he put his arms loosely around me and pulled me close and whispered in my ear.

"I thought before the conversations got deeper we would make an excuse and leave," he said, and then his one hand seemed to fall down my back and land on my bottom, fingers lightly pressing between my buttocks, his mouth at my ear.

"Do you think this looks intimate enough?" he asked quietly.

"Yes baby," I answered, pressing myself just a little closer to him.

We gyrated around the dance floor for a couple of numbers and then separated, and as we did, Dan leant forwards and kissed me, his tongue sliding along my purse. Gosh, I hadn't expected that. Back at the table he refilled my water as I took a small sip of wine, it seemed to have found the wine I had drunk earlier and was topping up my buzz.

"What do you do Dan?" Gary asked.

"Oh, I am in property management Gary, and you?"

"I work for an accountancy firm, so accounts just like Tina." Gary replied, I had a thought that their life must be really exciting, both being accountants, and I giggled, I couldn't help it. I tried to cover up by faking a cough as if my wine had gone down the wrong way. Tina looked at me and I smiled back, putting my hand on Dan's upper leg and squeezing. I don't know why I did that, perhaps it was because we seemed to be the centre of attention, as Dan had said we would be.

"Accounts?" Dan said, "that is an intense position I would have thought, well done you." A clever way to throw the attention back at them.

"Well, it has its moments," Gary said.

"One of Gil's neighbours, her husband did accounts," Dan replied, "but let's just say the client wasn't quite as above board as they liked to portray. I think he is in jail now isn't he baby?"

"Oh, Alice? Yes, her husband did some clever book keeping for a mob, and decided that he would filter some of it away. They found out, and, well, he is in Jail in Birmingham now, Alice managed to keep her head clear, and now lives quietly on the estate. I think she is helping one of the local guys run some Plant Hire businesses. Clever lady," I replied.

"She is lucky that they didn't assign her house to the proceeds of crime," Gary said.

I just shrugged, "I don't really know the details, but I guess that she had managed to keep his life and funds separate from hers, anyway, she seems okay, nice lady."

"Dance," Dan said pulling me to my feet again.

On the floor his hand was again pressing at my bottom, and this being a slower number, he synched me in tightly, and as we danced I could feel his erection grow and press into me. I was tickled that I could still have that effect on a man, but appalled that the man was in fact my son. His fingers were slightly twitching between my buttocks, and his dick was pulsing as it pressed against my stomach.

"You really are the most stunning woman in the room," Dan said softly into my ear, and my heart swelled and I pulled him closer, his dick now hard against me. My body responded and I knew that I was squidgy between my legs, I think I was squishing around the dance floor.

"Thank you baby," I said as I kissed his neck, my hands squeezing him as I did so. Pretty sure anyone watching us would have no idea of our true relationship, to be honest things were getting blurred for me. We did another turn of the dance floor and as we came to a halt, Dan tilted my face up and kissed me on my lips, much more passionately than the last kiss, my crotch responded.

Back at the table Dan pushed his chair closer to mine, and as he sat, he put his hand on my thigh, his fingers under the hem of my dress and just touching the bare skin above my stocking. As his finger pressed gently I found myself holding my breath, would he? Would he dare go higher, my crotch was a blaze with anticipation as I drank more wine.

I could feel my sensibilities evaporating under the influence of the wine, any worries I had about how people would see us were gone, we were just a couple, a rather touchy feely couple it seemed. They announced that the roast was ready. Dan said he would go and get us some. His hand slid from under my dress and he got up and disappeared outside to where the hog was roasting on a spit.

"He is fucking gorgeous," Sally mouthed to me after he had gone, "I would."

I smiled and mouthed a thank you back, "yes he is," I agreed. Dan came back with a plate of pig and a couple of forks. As he sat down he scooped some meat onto a fork and pressed it at my mouth. I opened and he gently inserted the fork and I slowly took some meat, realising how it must look as I did so.

"That won't be the only meat he feeds her later," I heard Dawn say quietly, but my ears were tuning into the conversations, and she may just have well said it directly to me. I made a more sensuous take of the meat on the fork with my next mouthful, my eyes fixing Dan's eyes in my gaze.

Dan took a forkful for himself and then fed me another forkful, we were both practically having sex with the fork, I was internally smiling at how it must look to the others on our table, and those tables nearby where people could see us. As Dan was 'forking' me, I smiled at my joke, I had my hand on his thigh, squeezing every time the fork entered my mouth. All too soon our show was over and the plate was empty. I knew I hadn't really eaten enough for the amount of alcohol I was consuming, but my heart told my brain to sod off and mind its own business.

"May I have this dance," Tim from purchasing said, holding out his hand. I smiled and stood up. I hadn't really expected that to happen, Dan just smiled as I left for the dance floor with another man. His hands were on my shoulder and the small of my back, all very appropriate.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself Gil," Dan said, "I wouldn't have guessed, you seem so reserved in the office."

"Well, work is work and this isn't," I replied.

"So true, but many people do strike up relationships at work. As you probably know there are a few right now."

"Oh, are there, sorry, I didn't realise, I just do my work and then go home. I try to keep gossip and relationships away from the office."

"Where did you meet him?" Tim asked.

Dan and I had already prepared an answer in case we were asked.

"At Tesco, in the fresh meat aisle," I said, " he was my special offer," and I laughed, perhaps a little too loudly, and Tim laughed with me.

"Looks like you got a bargain."

"Oh yes, I do love fresh meat," and I giggled again, hopefully Tim was getting a good tale to gossip around the Dance floor and later in the office. The dance ended and we parted, thanking each other, and I went to go back to my table, but Dan intercepted me and put his arms around me, again fingers between my buttocks.

"That looked a bit sterile from where I was sat," Dan said.

"Good," I answered, "I don't really want to flirt with anyone from the office. They might get the wrong idea."

"You might find someone to see again," Dan said.

"I have no interest in that," I said, and as I spoke Dan pressed himself to me, his dick hard against my Mons and my stomach, goodness my groin was doing somersaults. And I really didn't want all that hassle with dating and seeing someone, yes some intimacy would be nice, but I had done without it for some years, I could do without it for some more.

"Someone as hot as you," Dan said softly, "needs to be taken to bed and shagged daily, twice daily, you should not keep yourself to yourself."

"You shouldn't say things like that to me," I said as he pressed his dick harder against my mons, his fingers deeper in my bottom crease. I could feel how wet I was, my knickers would be absolutely soaking, I would need to go to the loo and wring them out and try and dry my fanny.

"It's true Gil, you shouldn't deny it." As the song ended he pulled me around and kissed me, much harder than before, much more passion in his embrace, my breasts squashed against his chest as his dick was squashed against me.

As we went back to the table I carried on and went to the Ladies. In a cubicle I took my knickers off and used tissue to dry them as much as I could and then wiped myself, my nubbin buzzing as I touched it with tissue. I began to rub myself, my breath coming in gasps, my fanny hot and needy. Just as I was about to cum the washroom door opened and someone else came into the room, I just managed to hold off from screaming my release.

I dried my fanny as best as I could, my breath gasping as I came down from my almost orgasm, my fanny pulsing and opening and closing, gulping in sequence with my breaths. I couldn't put my knickers back on, they really were too wet, I screwed them up in my hand, luckily the material was so sheer that they hardly took and space.

Out of the cubicle into the washroom I washed my hands and then used the hand drier, holding my knickers under the blowing air drying them as best as I could. I headed back to the ballroom and to the table, slipping my almost dry knickers into my clutch bag. Whilst I was away Dan had been and got some more pig meat and whilst he was waiting for me to return it seems he had been chatting with Sally.

I took the fork from the plate and loaded it with meat and wiped it across his lips and then pushed it into his mouth, my free hand squeezing his leg as I fed him. He smiled as he chewed, creating an odd expression across his face. "I am imagining this meat is you," he said very quietly, "I am chewing your nipples."

My fanny spasmed as he said that and I gulped. I took another forkful of meat and fed him, "just like your mother fed you from her breasts when you were a tot," I whispered, hoping that the general noises of music and chatter in the room would mask my words.

As I moved on my chair, I could feel my labia sliding across each other, I might have to push my dress back so that I sat with my naked cheeks on the seat, I didn't want the back of my dress to get wet. Dan took the fork off me and loaded it with meat and turned to face me, the fork sliding over my lips, his hand squeezing my leg above my stockings, higher up than before.

The meat tasted good it has to be said, but the way he was feeding me was sensual and erotic and I had no culinary thoughts, all I could think of was a dick in my mouth, and my fanny was getting wetter. "Let's dance" I said, needing to get up off my dress.

The music was the slowest it had been, the night was moving on and some people had already left, the dance floor was quite crowded though. He synched me in close, his dick pressing against my mons, I could feel him parting my fanny lips as he moved against me, my brain reminding me who I was dancing with as my hand pressed into the crease of his bottom.

"You were a long time in the loo," he said, "where you being naughty? Where you touching yourself?"

God, how could he know, I just pressed myself against him, my breaths slow and deep as his hand pressed my buttocks apart. "No knickers," he whispered into my ear, "how delicious."

My knees turned to jelly, and I was hanging off him, almost unable to support my own weight. We were by our table, "let's sit," I said. As I bent to sit at the chair, I lifted my dress up so that I made skin contact with the chair, hopefully to save my dress. I drained my wine glass and looked at Dan.

"I think it is time we went up," I said, "I think I am all danced out."

Dan stood and took my hand. We bade goodnight to the other couples at the table, Gary and Tina had already left. As we walked along the corridor to the left Dan turned me and pushed me against the wall, his mouth on mine, his tongue pressing at my lips. As his hand cupped my left breast I gasped, and his tongue found its way inside.

We were kissing more passionately than I had in more years than I cared to remember, his hard dick was pressing against me, his hand dropping to my dress and pulling it up, exposing me to anyone who would look. I pushed him away, "no, not here," I said turning to the lift, catching sight of another couple coming along the corridor.

The lift doors opened and we stumbled in, the door shutting behind us before the other couple could enter. Dan pressed the button for our floor and then turned, crushing me again against the lift wall as his lips once more pressed against mine and his hand lifted my dress, fingers sliding over the tops of my thigh, my breath held somewhere in my chest.

The lift pinged and announced our floor and Dan eased away from me and took my hand as the doors opened. We walked the short distance to our room, and I took the room card from my clutch, dropping my knickers to the floor in the process. Dan stooped to pick them up, and with his eyes fixed on mine, he put my knickers to his nose and inhaled before licking them and smiling. My legs began to fail me again.

I almost fell into the room as the door opened, steadying myself on the wall as Dan placed the 'Do No Disturb' sign on the outside of the door and then locked the door behind him.

I was leaning on the wall, my hands to the side, palms flat as I steadied myself. Dan stood in front of me and leant in and his lips met mine, sliding across mine, his tongue pressing at my purse, pushing inside and seeking my tongue. His hands at each side of me lifted my dress until it was at my waist, his dick pressing against my naked fanny, only his trousers now between us.

I was not thinking, I was just enjoying the kiss, knowing it would soon end and we would go to our separate bedrooms to dream perhaps of things that should not be. I almost jumped out of my skin as fingers slipped between the lips of my crease and slid along my valley, pressing at my nubbin and then sliding down to my entrance.

"Oh shit," I gasped, he shouldn't be doing this, but I was not stopping him, he wouldn't, surely he wouldn't, but he would, as his tongue pressed hard into my mouth, two fingers went past my entrance and through my opening, my legs gave up and I slumped against him, his two fingers now my only support.

He opened his fingers inside me, my fanny stretching, my moistures running, my pleasures flowing as my pressures built. He dropped to his knees and his mouth surrounded my nubbin and his teeth nibbled, pulling it out of its hidey place. I screeched as an unexpected orgasm rolled through me, my fanny clamping his fingers, as I soaked his face, muscles tensing throughout my body, toes stretching, fingers clawing.

He said nothing, he simply stood, his fingers leaving me, a gaping void now between my legs. He took my hand and led me to my bedroom, turning me to face away and I felt his fingers undoing the catch on my dress and lowering the zip. My dress was eased over my shoulders and it fell in a puddle at my feet. He undid the catch on my bra and pulled it forwards and off me, leaving me standing in my stockings and heels.

He turned me and gently pushed me back and as my thighs hit the bed, I fell back and lay on the bed, my feet on the floor and I kicked my heels off. His eyes were fixed on mine, he took his jacket off and let it fall to the floor. He lowered his braces so that they hung by his side and then undid his bow tie and dropped it. He undid the buttons on his shirt, easing it off his shoulders and back, letting it join the pile of clothes on the floor.

I sat up and reached for his waist and undid the button and lowered his zip, his trousers fell down, he stepped out of them, his dick jutting against his boxers. He reached down and removed shoe and sock from one leg and then the other. As he stood straight again I gripped his boxers and lowered them, his dick springing free as the elasticated waist band passed.

I looked closely at his dick, the closest I had seen it since he was a child. A good size in length, perhaps seven inches or so, and as I took hold of it, my fingers barely touched each other. Not too big, but certainly big enough to please. He gasped as I took hold of him and pulled him to me. He bent over me, his dick pressing at my crease. I used my fingers to slid him up and down my valley and then pressed him at my entrance. He pushed, my fourchette slid along his shaft, my petals opened and his dick slowly pushed inside my fanny, my fanny walls parting, his foreskin sliding back until his rim scraped along my fanny, my head tipped back, my mouth open as I gasped my pleasure, I knew I was lost.

He pulled back, my fanny feeling empty and then he pushed in hard, the slap of his pubis crashing against my mons echoed around the suite accompanied by my gasp as he bottomed out in my fanny. My fingers were digging into his back as he shagged me, in, out, deep, shallow, faster and faster, my mons tenderised by his hits, my fanny pulsing as he returned to where he came from.

He pulled back and his dick fell from my fanny, leaving me gaping, open, my petals fluttering uselessly. He pulled me up and pushed me back onto the bed properly, and he knelt between my legs, bent forwards, and sucked my clitoris into his mouth, his teeth gently nibbling and fingers pressing at my entrance, two, perhaps three sliding inside my body.

I felt his fingers as they slowly filled me, going where his dick had been, finger nails running over my bumps and ripples, my buttocks clenching as my son worked my most secret place. His tongue ran along my valley floor and then circled my clitoris, gently just running around it, teasing it from its hood, his fingers, yes three, widening inside me, stretching my fanny wider than just his dick had.

I couldn't speak, I could hardly grunt, I knew in my heart that this was always going to happen, I knew that he was going to shag me, it had been his intent from the beginning, it had taken me a while to realise it and come to terms with it. His fingers were sawing in and out, forced together by my clamping opening on their way out, spreading themselves wide on the way in.

My clitoris was humming, his soft ministrations heating me up, his rough tongue tickling and arousing, his fingers inside promising so much more of what was to come. My breath was stuck, I could only gasp small gasps almost like a mantra, my fingers clutched at the mattress, his chin was pressing at his fingers, forcing them deep. My pleasures were flowing, electrics were fizzing and I began a rapid gasping.

My buttocks squeezed tight, my back tightened and arched and my eyes stared at him, my mouth opened and closed like a fish in a bowl and I screamed, I screeched, I yelped, I squawked, my fingers dug deep into his shoulders and I soaked him as my orgasm erupted, exploding through me. I was in mid air and then as quickly as it came, my body relaxed and I fell to the mattress, legs like jelly, flopping, unable to move.

Dan slowly extricated his fingers, my fanny feeling open and vulnerable, he moved up the bed, covering me, his dick resting against my crease, and he kissed me, passionately pressing his lips against mine as we almost devoured each other. Some strength regained I told him to roll onto his back. I leant over him and blew on his dick, he shivered with arousal.

I was up close and personal with his dick. My right hand held his balls, rolling them in my hand, squeezing slightly, enough but not too much. I opened my mouth and lowered myself onto his dick, my tongue wiping against his foreskin. I used my left hand and pulled his foreskin back, releasing his glans. I pursed my tongue and ran it around his rim, Dan juddering as the pleasures coursed through him.

I sucked gently and then blew into the hole at the end of his dick, and then closed my mouth around his glans and sucked fiercely, before sliding up and down his dick, wanking him with my mouth as I rolled his balls in their sac. Memories came flooding back, it had been so long since I had last done this. Bill loved it if I pegged him, I wasn't sure how Dan would take to that.

I imagined easing my finger along Bill's perineum and resting it over his sphincter, hearing him gasp at the touch, and then crooking my finger and pressing, pushing unrelenting until his muscle ceded and I entered him. At first only as far as my first knuckle, and then after a moment, my second, wiggling my finger inside Bill, and finally my whole finger, pressing back and forth, seeking his cum button inside. That would stay as a memory

I could feel Dan's dick pulse in my mouth, his hips began to slowly rise and fall, he was shagging my mouth as I was shagging his dick. I sucked harder, I rolled and squeezed his balls again, Dan groaned, and suddenly thrust up, his dick fully penetrating my throat, his rim passing my tonsils, blocking my breath. He eased back and thrust again; I was able to grab air whilst he pulled back.

I eased my mouth of his dick, and I turned and straddled him, my backside to his face, my face to his feet. I held his dick, and I lowered myself onto him, his dick once more penetrating, slowly pushing my petals apart, stretching me, widening my tunnel, and as I lowered myself fully, his foreskin rolled back and then the end of his dick was pressed against my depth.

"God you are gorgeous," Dan said, "I mean really, no one holds a candle to you."

'Easy to say to someone who has your dick in their fanny,' I thought as I began to gently rock back and forth. As I rocked forwards his dick slowly eased backwards towards my entrance, as I rocked backwards his dick filled me, pressing against the very end of me, all of him inside all of me. I was resting my palms on his thighs as I rocked back and forth, felling his foreskin slide along his dick, his rim scraping over my ridges and bumps, my pleasures coursing through me.

I felt his finger stroke down the crease of my bottom, slide over my sphincter, momentarily pressing, and then on to my perineum, pushing his finger inside my fanny where his dick already was, widening me more, stretching me, my fourchette stimulated as he worked the backside of my fanny, pressures growing again, electrics fizzing and pleasures flowing.

I was gasping, I was gulping, my chest was heaving, I knew I couldn't speak, no words could leave me as I shagged my son. I rocked slowly backwards feeling his dick move within me, feeling his foreskin roll back and soften the feel of his rim, my fanny feeling like an empty void inside of me. His thumb pressed against my sphincter, the fingers of his other hand still inside my fanny.

I rocked slowly forwards, Dan's dick filling my void, his foreskin rolling back and then there was a plop feeling as it uncovered his rim and then the intense sensation of his rim squeegeeing my insides. His thumb eased away, I was mentally relieved, that was not something Bill had ever tried with me. Me with him, yes, but him with me, no.

His thumb was replaced with a finger, a finger thinner than his thumb and it pushed and pressed and was not relenting. I gasped as my sphincter gave way and I was penetrated for the first time in my backside, Dan had taken my anal virginity, sort of. As I pushed down hard on his dick, his fingers pushed deeper inside my fanny, I was sure I would be ruined, I had never had the girth of a dick and three fingers inside my fanny, but the sensations were staggering, I almost ignored his other finger, the one in my backside, and then he started shagging me simultaneously with his fingers, front and back, as I shagged his dick.

It was a surreal sensation, as I was going forward and pressing his dick deeper in me, his fingers were pulling back, and as I was going back and his dick was voiding, his fingers were pushing in deeper and deeper. It was like a forwards and reverse shag at the same time, my brain was very confused.

My pressures were almost bursting, my pleasures flowing like a flash flood, consuming me, my electrics were about to release. My breath held, my fingers were squeezing his thighs, I looked forwards, eyes staring and seeing nothing, and I screamed, I shrieked, my fanny clamped hard, all my muscles tightened, my body spasmed and my orgasm erupted, exploding through my body.

I slumped forwards, Dan's dick and fingers falling from me, I was unable to speak, I fell to the side, my body seemingly made of jelly. Dan rolled me over and pulled me to my knees, I lay there face down with my bottom pointing up. I felt Dan behind me, between my legs, his dick nudging the crease of my bottom. He dipped and his dick slid down, past my sphincter and pressed at my fourchette and slipped through my petals and into my fanny.

I had no strength, I could not gasp, I just felt my fanny widen as his dick filled and stretched me, I vaguely noticed his foreskin slide along his dick as my senses began slowly to return. I tried to squeeze my fanny, to grip his dick as he began to slowly shag me, me on all fours like a dog, he behind me, rutting, harder and harder, deeper and deeper.

I could feel my pressures growing again, I began to rock as Dan pushed in and out, my fanny warm and wet, his movement inside me easy despite my attempt at squeezing my fanny walls. Dan began to go harder and faster, the crack of his slap against by buttocks echoed around the room accompanied by my grunts as he bottomed out inside me, air forced from my lungs, emptying me as he filled me.

Faster, louder, deeper, my fingers were screwing at the bedding, my eyes were focussing on the headboard, my knees rocking back and forth as my son shagged me, his dick seemingly getting larger, my fanny now getting tighter, my pleasures were rushing through me, my electrics fizzed and Dan grunted and thrust hard in, harder than before and he stopped moving, his dick pressed hard against my depth, his pubis pressing my buttocks apart and I felt the cool of his ejaculation inside, me, his spunk filling my fanny, triggering my next orgasm, pleasures flooding as my pressures released.

I had screamed again, my shrieks alongside his grunts and I was spent, I was done, I could cope no more. Dan eased back and his dick fell from my fanny. As I looked back underneath me I saw a dollop of white fall from me onto the bedding, I was leaking.

I dropped and rolled into my back, my breasts heaving on my chest as I tried to fill my emptied lungs, my fanny humming, my fingers opening and closing, my eyes looking across at Dan.

"I think I like the company dance," he said, "can we come next year?"