A Night Out with Mom

The last month has been a whirlwind of activity. First my graduation from high school, then my eighteenth birthday and now my parents anniversary. Unfortunately, dad received a call and had to go out of town on business, so it would just be Mom and I celebrating all three occasions. I'm standing in front of the mirror looking at myself as I try to tie my tie. I am wearing the suit I wore to my graduation. I never was able to tie a tie and I am struggling.

Mom walks in just then and I freeze. She looks stunning in the little black dress she saves for special occasions. Low cut on top, the hem just falling below her knees, she always looks wonderful. She smiles at me seeing my dilemma. Stepping up behind me, she reaches around to help me tie this damn thing around my neck. As she shows me how it's done, I feel her breasts pressing against my back. From what I could tell, she isn't wearing a bra. Why this excites me I can't tell, it just does, as she seems to press them into my back harder as she finishes helping me.

Once she is done, she lingers behind me, staring into my eyes in the mirror over my shoulder. I stare back, as her arms press against my chest and her lips press to my ear.

"I love you," she whispers.

"I love you too mom," I tell her patting her hands with mine.

"That's good, but you should tell me more often. A mother likes to hear those words from her son. Now," she tells me backing away, "how do you think your old lady looks for our night on the town?"

"Mom you're not old and you look fantastic as always."

"Oh you have made my day. So you think I always look fantastic?" she asks turning toward the door.

"I do and you know it," I say.

As I follow her down the hallway, I find myself watching her ass sway as she walks. Her high heels give her calves a shapely look and make her ass clench and unclench in a way I hadn't noticed before. I find her extremely sexy as she walks in front of me. As we come into the living room, I stop just short of the doorway, hoping the shadows would hide the sudden tent in my pants. I don't want my mom thinking I am a pervert. Mom continues into the kitchen as I wait for my cock to soften.

"Jared, are you coming," Mom yells from the kitchen.

Talk about a turn of phrase. I almost crack up laughing and can't respond for a second or two.

"Yes Mom, I'll be there in a minute," I yell, ducking into the bathroom.

"Well hurry up, our reservations are at six-thirty."

"Be right there Mom," I yell back.

I turn on the cold water, letting it run over my wrists. I turn off the water and dry my hands. I rush to the kitchen where mom was waiting. Taking her hand, I pull her with me out the backdoor to the car. The ride to the restaurant is short and made in silence, as I couldn't really speak as my mind raced with thoughts I shouldn't have. Parking the car, I run around to mom's door and help her out. She grabs my arm, slipping hers around it and pressing her breast against the back. I try to ignore what she is doing as we walk to the entrance of the restaurant.

Inside, I tell them the name on our reservation. The hostess nods, grabs two menus and crooks her finger for us to follow, smiling pleasantly. She shows us to our table, placing a menu in front of each seat. I hold mom's chair as she sits, then sit across the table from her. We converse about my going to college next fall. We talk about the weather, how dad's business is going. I then ask her how she is doing.

"I'm doing wonderful now Jared, just wonderful."

"And before?" I ask curiously.

"Ah, before, I don't like to talk about before, if you please."

"What changed, Mom?"

"Later dear, here comes dinner," Mom said nodding at the waiter with a tray on his shoulder walking our way.

For the next half-hour we eat and talked about other things. Again my going away to college was the main subject. Mom lamented about her days in college as exciting, intriguing and full of learning.

"Mom were you one of those wild college girls I hear so much about?"

Mom's face turned a bright shade of red as she stared at her plate. Lifting her face, it was full of embarrassment. Nodding slightly, she looked at me with a mischievous look in her eyes.

"You were!" I whispered harshly.

"Yes, I was and I'm proud of it, although it still embarrasses me a little."

"I'm sorry Mom," I told her.

"Don't be, it was bound to come up sometime during your college days. You are going to my alma-mater. You were sure to run into a faculty member or one of the Alumni who I may have dated."

"So how wild were you Mom?"

"Never you mind, just finish your dinner."

So I put my head down and finished my dinner. Mom ate in silence for the rest of the meal. I ate in silence too, but my mind was racing. The though of my mother as one of those girls in college...excited me for some reason. I mean she was absolutely beautiful now, what she must have looked like in college. I reminded myself to pull the family photo album out when we got home. I was sure I remembered some old pictures of her from her college days in there.

After dinner we went to a movie. That had been the plan. The movie was about two people, a man and a woman, who fall in love, blah, blah, blah. The only good thing about the movie was that I was sitting next to Mom. I put my arm around her and as my hand rested on her bare shoulder, she moaned softly, then pressed her cheek against the top of my hand. Lifting her head she then rested it against my chest as the movie started.

Half way through the thing she was sniffling as the lead character finally realized her love for the boy she had let go so long ago. I gave Mom a little squeeze, moving my hand up and down her bare arm. My finger tips brushed the sides of her breast, yet she didn't shy away. Emboldened by this I let my fingertips trail the curve of her breast. She moaned, pressing her cheek to my chest all the harder. Wondering to myself why I was doing what I was doing, I moved my hand until I was cupping her firm breast.

"Squeeze it if you like, dear," Mom whispered.

I was shocked, but did squeeze her flesh in my hand. It felt nice, full, firm and hot in my hand.

"That's it baby, caress me, touch me," Mom whispered.

"Why are you letting me do this?" I was curious.

"Because I love you, dear," Mom whispered.

Turning her face to gazing into my eyes, she reached up and pulled my lips to hers. Her lips were hot and soft against mine. It was a short kiss as Mom pulled away and turned back to the movie, I continued to caress and squeeze her firm breast. By the time the movie was over I had a raging hard on. When mom moved to get up, I held her down. She looked at me questioningly. I nodded to my lap. Looking down she gasped, then smiled nodding. We sat waiting until the tent in my pants had shrunk. As we left the theater Mom was giggling and I was embarrassed.

"Poor Jared," Mom laughed, "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't laugh. Hurry and take me home, there are things I want to show you and tell you."

I couldn't imagine what she was talking about, but I did hope I would get to hold her wonderful breast again. The drive home was not uneventful. Mom moved over next to me and I put an arm around her shoulders again.

"No boob squeezing, you have to drive," Mom told me sternly.

She leaned against me as I hugged her to me and drove, very carefully. When we pulled in the drive I got out and Mom slid over to get out my door. As she did her dress rode up her legs showing me she wore no panties and that she was shaved bald. I gasped as her legs spread, showing me her most private parts. Looking up at her, she smiled. My cock was once again rising, pushing my pants into a tent. Mom patted my cock as she stood facing me.

"Kiss me Jared," she told me turning her face up.

Leaning down I pressed my lips to hers. It was the most erotic thing I ever experienced. Her hand was suddenly gripping my cock as our lips pressed together. I gasped as she squeezed me. Pulling her lips from mine, she looked up into my eyes.

"It was my turn to feel you up," she smiled letting go of me and turning toward the door.

I just stood there staring at her as she walked away. Shaking my head, I closed the car door and hurried after her. Once in the house Mom went straight to her bedroom. I closed the door and went to the kitchen to get something to drink. Opening the fridge I spied my dad's beer. Nodding, I grabbed a bottle and twisted the top off. I took a long swig from the cold bottle. It tasted good.

"Jared," Mom called from the bedroom.

"Coming," I yelled back.

As I started toward the bedroom taking another sip of beer, I could swear I heard Mom say, "Not yet you aren't." I chuckled not really knowing why and wondered what had happened between us. What had changed to make my mother become such a slut with me. That's all I could think of as I rushed to her. She was married, she was my mom and she had let me feel her up, kiss her and she had squeezed and held my hard cock while pushing her tongue in my mouth. And the wonder of it all...I enjoyed it.

As I walked in the bedroom, Mom was standing by her dressing table. I choked on my beer. She was dressed, not dressed, in a sheer black gown. She was naked underneath. I could see her wonderful breasts and her clean shaved pussy. She looked amazing. For a woman of forty-eight she had a fantastic figure. Her skin was as smooth and clear as a twenty year old. Her breasts, although not the biggest I had ever seen, were just right for her body. They were pert and didn't sag. Her nipples were hard under the nightgown. She was smiling as I stood there, beer in hand, cock creating a tent in my pants, staring at her.

She floated over to where I stood, took the beer from my hand and took a pull from the bottle. She sighed, then handed it back to me. We stood there, staring into each other's eyes, for a long time. Then her hand started to caress my hard cock. I sighed, drank the last of the beer and set the bottle down on the nightstand. That must have been a signal for Mom. She was down on her knees in front of me, pulling on my belt and unzipping my pants at the same time.

"Yes," she hissed as my pants dropped down around my ankles.

The only thing between her and my cock were my briefs. Hooking a finger from each hand in the elastic band, she pulled them down my legs. My hard cock bobbed, hitting her nose. She smiled as I stepped out of my pants and underwear. The shock of her warm hand grasping my hard cock sent shivers up my spine.

"Yes," she whispered, stroking my hard on.

I moaned deep in my chest. "Oh god," I croaked.

"You like this?" she asked.

"Yes," I said softly.

"Are you a virgin? Please tell me."

"No."

"Who?"

"Aunt Michelle..."

"My sister?"

"Yes. She gave herself to me last year. At the cabin. When you and dad were...out."

"I see. Why that little bitch. Well never mind." Then her mouth was sliding down my shaft as she swallowed my cock.

I cried out with pleasure. Her tongue swirled around the head. I was shaking and shivering like a race horse before a big race. One hand caressed my balls while the other squeezed my cock. I was getting a blowjob from my mother. In her bedroom. Then she pulled me out of her mouth, looking up at me.

"Whose bed?" Mom asked.

"Yours," I told her. I smiled as she nodded and popped me back in her mouth.

She was doing things to my cock I only dreamed of having done. With her nose pressed into my pubic hair, she grunted as she swallowed my cock. I was in her throat. She held me there for quite some time. Then quickly pulled away taking a deep breath.

"Shit," I said as she pressed her nose into my pubic hair once more.

My knees were getting weak and I was having trouble standing. Mom must have sensed that and pulled me from her mouth standing, wrapping her arms around me.

"No matter what, I love you. Do you understand that?" she asked.

"Of course, Mom. And I love you too."

Then her lips were pressed to mine. We kissed passionately for a long time. Then Mom started to undress me. When I was completely naked, she stood back and admired me. While she did, she shrugged out of the gown. It slipped down her body, getting hung up on her hard nipples just for an instant. Then she was naked. She crawled into her bed and beckoned me to her. I slipped into bed and was hovering over her supine body, staring into her marvelous eyes.

"Fuck me," she whispered.

Nodding, I moved between her leg. She spread them wide for me. My cock was bouncing and gently slapped her mons several times. Each time it did, she jerk as if she had received an electrical shock. Reaching down between us, she grabbed my errant cock and lined it up with her pussy.

"Put it in," she croaked, a look on her face I had never seen before.

It must have been lust. I was seeing her lust face for the first time. I pressed down. I slipped inside her wet pussy, easily. I groaned at the feel of a hot, wet pussy wrapping around my hard cock.

"Holy mother..." I started to say. My cock was on fire.

"It does feel good, doesn't it?" Mom croaked, as I slipped in her all the way.

I pressed my pelvis against hers. We both sighed with pleasure. It suddenly dawned on me. I was fucking my Mom. And she was letting me. I pulled out a little and slowly slipped back inside her. She moaned as I hit bottom. Our pelvis' were mashed together, her clit was trapped.

"Oh my," she cried out as I felt fluid gush around my cock. She was coming. Not hard. Just a little one.

I pulled out once more. Just the tip of my cock held her pussy lips open. Looking down into her eyes, I smiled. It was an evil smile. Mom's eyes grew wide. I slammed into her body as hard as I could. She grunted at the power of my thrust. Her hips bucked up to meet me. I pulled back and slammed into her again. And again. And again.

"Oh...Jared...oh...oh...oh."

Her voice stuttered with each thrust into her. I could feel my cock swelling with each thrust into her wonderful pussy. She was hot. So hot it almost burned my skin. She was also wet. Really wet. Her legs were pointed at the ceiling, spread wide to accommodate my pounding into her.

She was now beyond talking. Animal sounds came from her throat. I just grunted loudly with each thrust into her. I was sweating profusely. Loud slapping noises resounded around the bedroom as our abdomens came together. I was enjoying my mother's body. My cock was harder than I could remember. Even harder than when Aunt Michelle let me fuck her.

I was starting to tire. I was oh so close to coming. Mom was having orgasm after orgasm as I pounded into her.

"I'm going to come!" I yelled.

Mom bucked up to meet my thrust faster. Then I was slamming into her, pressing her to the mattress, my cock jerking as it pumped my seed into my mother. That thought made me come even harder. My balls ached as they emptied themselves. Then I collapsed. I was crushing my mom, but she just hugged me harder. She finally eased up and let me roll to the side.

"I love you," she whispered.

"I love you," I told her.

Then mom was up and rushing to the bathroom. I closed my eyes and let the vision of mom flash through my mind. Her face as I fucked her. Her tits as they bounced on her chest. The feeling of my cock being squeezed by her pussy. The feel of my cock slipping past her labia, her hot, wet labia. Then the bed jerked. Looking up, mom was there, her mouth poised to slip down over my slowly hardening cock.

"I should wash first," I started.

"No. I want to taste myself on you," she replied slipping her mouth down my cock.

I groaned as she gently squeezed my balls. Her tongue was slowly and gently swirling around the head of my cock. I was now once again hard as steel. Mom was bobbing her mouth up and down my shaft. Sucking and swirling her tongue against my flesh. Then she was up, straddling my hips, my cock in hand, pressed against her pussy. Smiling she dropped down until she engulfed my cock. I could feel her cervix pressing down against my cock head.

I groaned, watching her tits bounce with her movements. Her breasts were very beautiful. More beautiful than her sisters. Mom's pussy was prettier, although Aunt Michelle had a nice, neatly trimmed bush. Looking down at me she smiled.

"Tell me about you and Michelle," she demanded squeezing my cock with her pussy.

"Mom," I croaked.

"Would you fuck her again if given the chance?" What a question to ask your son.

"Yes," I groaned. The thought of Michelle here with us flashed through my mind.

"Did her pussy feel as good as mine?"

"I don't remember," I lied. Why was Mom asking me this.

"Sure you do. Tell me."

"Yes, but it was different."

"Different how?"

"Just different. Does my cock feel as good as Dads?" That shocked her.

"Yes, but different," she replied squeezing me once more.

Then she was reaching for the phone. She dialed and waited for someone to answer.

"Michelle! Get your ass over here, now!" Mom listened.

"No, now. I have a surprise for you." Mom covered the mouthpiece and whispered to me, "That got her."

"See you in ten then." Mom hung up the phone. "Do you feel up to fucking us both the rest of the night?" Was she kidding?

"Yes," I croaked as she rocked gently back and forth, flipping my cock across her cervix.

"Good."

Her hips jerked as my cock swelled. The thought of having both my Mom and my aunt excited me. For the next ten minutes Mom fucked me slowly. I just watched her. Her face. Her breasts. Her hips.

"Squeeze my tits," she demanded.

I took each in hand. I started out gently, then applied more pressure, slowly. Mom sighed, then groaned, then cried out as her flesh bulged out between my fingers.

"Oh yes," she hissed, bucking her hips quicker.

We both heard the backdoor open and close. Mom smiled, knowing her sister was here and would be joining us in seconds. Michelle's feet pouned up the stairs trying to find us. When she stepped through the bedroom door, she gasped.

"Holy fuck," she said softly.

"Strip," Mom told her.

Mom turned her head and watched as her sister stripped. I was already watching as my beautiful aunt hurried to get naked and join us. She was a beautiful woman. Not as beautiful as her older sister, but a beauty by anyone standards. Red hair, nice round tits, a shaved pussy, very nice legs and a cute butt. She slowly approached the bed, watching Mom's hips. Lying down next to me, she pressed her lips to mine. She moaned as I pressed my tongue through her lips.

"Oh my god, I can't believe this," she gasped pulling her lips from mine.

Then I felt her hand on my balls. She squeezed then gently. Mom jumped.

"You still like that?" Michelle asked Mom. Actually, it was formed as a question but I think it was a statement of fact.

"Yes," Mom whispered.

"Well...where's the lube?"

"In the nightstand." I had no idea what they were talking about.

Aunt Michelle, reached over and pulled the drawer on the nightstand open and pulled a tube of lube out. She moved around behind Mom where I couldn't see what she was doing. Mom sighed, then grunted and jerked. Aunt Michelle's hand was pulling my cock from Mom's pussy. Mom moved her hips forward and pressed down against my cock. It felt strange. Then I was suddenly inside her again, only this time it was very tight and hot.

"He's in dear," Aunt Michelle told Mom.

Mom grunted, then started to rise. Very slowly she rose up, then just as slowly slid down my cock. She was very slippery. Very hot. Very tight.

Michelle was back up by me now, her lips pressed against mine. Mom was moaning as she rose and fell on my cock. Michelle backed away to look into my eyes.

"How does it feel to be fucking your mother in the ass?" she whispered.

I groaned, bucking my hips up, forcing my cock even farther into my mother's asshole. Then Mom was bouncing up and down on my hard cock. Aunt Michelle got up on her knees and faced Mom. She pulled Mom's lips to hers. Mom's hips moved faster as her sister kissed her. Aunt Michelle was moaning. She pushed one of my hands from Mom's tits and grabbed it herself. Mom then was squeezing her sister's tits.