When three of us go out to dinner, mom and dad and me, mom picks a booth far in the back where few patrons can see.
Dad takes his time reading the menu. Mom and I just glance. My thoughts are focused on her dress, her eyes locked on my pants.
Dad starts us off with beer and wine. We both silently agree. I drape my arm across mom's back. Her hand rests on my knee.
The waitress brings initial drinks. Dad watches as she goes. Mom shows a vague look of disdain. I pinch under her clothes.
Mom lets escape a little squeal. Dad asks if she's alright. I feel her hand crawl up my leg while she responds, "not quite."
"The music is quite lovely now, but soon the band will part. And though I know you hate to dance, I'd swing with all my heart."
"I'll try my best," I do reply, "but can't stand in for daddy." Mom does her best to act surprised. "You'll do just fine, young laddie."
I take her hand, and walk her to, a dark part of the floor. Where music flows seductively, but we'll be viewed no more.
Mom wraps her arms around my neck. I rest mine on her hips. She glances once around the room, then reaches with her lips.
I snake my tongue inside mom's mouth. She matches equally. My hands migrate down to her ass, and squeeze indecently.
Mom's coos fill inside my mouth. The music fills my ears. Her hand strays down to my slacks, devoid of any fears.
She works my zipper southward and, still sucking on my tongue, retrieves my cock and pulls him through, now ready for some fun.
I knead mom's meaty backside while our mouths and hands explore, each other's too-familiars as we sway out on the floor.
Mom breaks our kiss, I chase her lips, she giggles as she strokes, then rests her forehead on my chest to see what she provokes…
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Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/3ut9vx/dinner_out_inc_poem_via_rnaughtyfamilydiary