I went there to look at the girls.Some kids left after a while, but I stuck around. Being there and seeingthem dance, I picked up a lot of those moves.... I was a quick learner. Igot that belly dancing part down. At first I did it as a joke to messwith some of the girls and give them a hard time. That a boy was abetter belly dancer than a girl. But I was soon one of granny's favoritepupils. I even got to be a dancer in the neighborhood festival one yeartoo. I was still young enough to look girly.. I’m sick of his shit.”“But you’re my mum,” I said, appalled at the truth of it.“Step-mum,” she said, laid on the sheet. “Which is bad enough, I suppose. But, get in, hug me. We’ll talk.”I got into bed. My step-mother grinned, purring as I moved in close, the heat coming off her lithe body.“Lovely,” she sighed as we cuddled in close. “This is so nice, Callum. I want to kiss you.”We kissed, soft and tentative at first. It wasn’t all heated and frenzied like it had been when we were fucking. I was. If you see mine I can see yours and if you're going to toss off because of me I'm entitled to watch you. Now do it!" she nearly shouted. I took my super hard cock in my hand, closed my eyes and began to wank off. The situation was horny in that someone was watching me and I would soon cum. After all I'd had this erection for about an hour! But my mother was sadly mistaken if she thought she was turning me on in any way shape or form! She was a big fat cow and I loved her as a mother but. "Yeah, right," I said noncommittally, shaking my head and turning back to the road. But the possibility whispered to me, deep inside my ear, hard to hear, harder still to ignore. She's hot, it growled, she's sexy and young and tight and fun. Admit it. Okay, I could agree to all that. But I argued back in the brief seconds of silence. She works for me, it would be wrong, I'm old enough to be her father, it's not professional, I'm too old. Not THAT old, my cock chimed in, filling and rearing its.