Friendship date with mom turns into one night stand.
The doorbell rang with a loud, high-pitched buzz. I got up off the couch, stepped into a pair of gray sweatpants, and dragged my tired body towards the door. I knew it was probably my mom, since she's been my only visitor recently, and I didn't want to answer the door and face her wearing only a ratty, stained undershirt and raggedy old boxers.
"So is this how you're going to spend your Friday night?" Mom asked with a stern look as I opened the door and saw her standing in the hallway of my apartment building. Her arms were crossed and she was tapping her left foot impatiently.
"It's how I've been spending most of my Friday nights." I grumbled, turned around, went back inside, and quickly plopped back down on the couch.
"You can't keep up like this. You need to get out more, meet a woman." Mom replied, marching into my apartment and immediately starting to tidy up the place, which I must admit, has gotten a bit messy. Being a recently divorced man, especially one used to his wife doing all the housework, has made me into somewhat of a slob.
"I know I do. Things have just been rough. I'm working like a bastard, sixty hour weeks, and about all the women I've met as of late haven't exactly been too pleasant. After the string of bad dates I had after the divorce, I guess I've kind of given up for the time being..."
"Tell me about it. I never liked dating. Maybe that's why I married your dad at such a young age. He was the first guy who I could stand being around for more than five minutes."
"And now you two have been together for what, twenty six years? That's definitely more than five minutes. Maybe there's some hope for me."
Mom took a seat next to me on the couch and peered down at the un-vacuumed carpet warily.
"Yes, it's certainly been far longer than five minutes. But things can get awfully boring when you've been with someone that long. If you thought you were sick of Lainey after two years, think of what I go through..."
This was the first time I'd ever heard her talk about her marriage with my dad, so it was surprising to hear her speak so candidly about things between them, and more surprising to learn things weren't going well.
"But you two seem so happy. Aren't you?"
"Appearances can be deceiving. Don't worry about it, though. I shouldn't have said anything."
"It's alright, mom, we can talk."
"No, I don't want to talk about it anymore. I want to talk about you, home every Friday night. When are you going to start dating again? Or at least go out with friends?"
I let out an agitated sigh and shot her a perturbed look.
"Mom, come on. I don't want to talk about that right now. Why are you here on a Friday night, instead of being with dad?"
Her face mirrored my perturbed look, twofold.
"I told you I don't want to talk about that!" She hissed.
Neither of us said anything for a couple minutes. We both stared at the TV, which was tuned to The Discovery Channel . A documentary was on with animals in the wild aggressively mating.
"So is this what you're going to do? Watch animal porn?" Mom sarcastically inquired.
I looked at over at her and we broke into mutual laughter.
"Hey, why don't we go out? You and I?" I asked her, smiling and trying to put on my best charm possible.
"What do you mean, go out?" Mom replied, her face cringing a bit, but I noticed she was also blushing.
"I mean, like us going out, to have some fun. If you're bored and I'm not doing anything, and you want me to go out, well, why don't you go out with me?"
"Um, why don't I go out with you? Because I'm your mother, that's why! What's wrong with you tonight? Are you coming down with a fever?" She reached out to touch my forehead.
"No, I'm fine, mom." I grabbed her hand down from my forehead and held it in mine. "Let's go out on a date, a platonic one, of course. We'll just go out, have a few drinks, have a good time. Who knows, maybe one of us will meet someone and get lucky."
Mom started nervously laughing, shook her head, and rolled her eyes at me.
"What has gotten into you this evening? I am not looking for anyone! I'm married, remember? To your father! But, maybe I will go out with you... on a friendship sort of date. I could use a good night out. It's been a while." She put her other hand on top of the one I was holding and smiled at me.
"So can I get your phone number?" I asked. She pulled her hands away, chuckled, and lightly slapped me on the chest.
"But seriously, tomorrow night, Saturday, what are you doing? Any plans?"
"None at all. I was probably going to be in front of the TV with your dad. Oh wait, no, I think it's Charades night at the Robinsons'... I really don't want to go there..."
"I thought you loved the Robinsons?"
"There's a lot you don't know about me..."
"Oh baby..." I cooed and bobbed my head slowly.
"You're hitting on your mom? What is wrong with you?! I don't know if I should go out with such an ungentlemanly gentleman caller." She crossed her arms again and turned her head away from me.
"I'm just kidding. Come on, give me a chance. I promise I'll conduct myself in the most honorable way possible."
She peered over at me, and gave me that skeptical, one eyebrow raised look.
"Come on, mom. Let me pick you up around 9. I'll promise dad not to bring you home too late."
"Hmm... Okay, I think I'll let you."
She got up and just stood there staring at me, not saying anything.
"What?" I asked, shrugging my shoulders.
"Aren't you going to accompany me to the door? You really are out of practice with women!" She angrily snapped.
This is how my mom always was, a feisty one, slightly overbearing. Growing up I always hated it, because she'd rip into me about almost anything, and still does, but now, with all this talk of going on a date with her, her feistiness all of a sudden turned me on, and I have to say that I'd never really felt this way about her, either, and I must admit, it was exciting.
"Sorry. Very rude of me. Please accept my apologies." I got up and walked with her arm in arm to the doorway.
"Tomorrow evening at 9. Don't stand me up. And please wear something better than those sweatpants. Those are all I've seen you in recently."
"I promise to dress well. We'll go somewhere nice too. It'll be fun."
"I hope so." Mom said. She then moved towards me and kissed me on the cheek, which I can't remember her ever doing before.
"See you then." She said in a sort of breathy voice. As she walked down the hallway to the elevator, for the first time, I took a prolonged look at her ass, which actually filled out those blue jeans she wore pretty damn well.
After I closed the door and sat back down on the couch, I wondered what exactly just happened. I was sort of kidding about going out with her and somehow that turned into us really going out. But not only that, she seemed to be flirting with me before she left. It all happened so quickly, too, but thinking about it started to turn me on. A lot.
This was really the first time I'd thought about my mom in a different, sexual type way. She's a pretty lady, don't get me wrong, but she's no supermodel. Still, she has a pretty face and has always kept in shape over the years. When she was walking down the hallway, her ass really did look good, all tight and round, in those jeans she had on.
All of a sudden I sprouted an erection, pulled my sweatpants down, grabbed some Kleenex from a box nearby, spit in my hand and started furiously masturbating to the thought of bending my mom over my couch, pulling those jeans down off her ass, and fucking her doggystyle.
Since I hadn't jerked off in a few days I came rather quick, and afterwards, I felt guilty about beating off to my mom, but it was also hot, thinking of her like that, especially with her scent still lingering in my apartment.
I pulled up my sweatpants, flushed down the tissue, and went back to watching TV. But I couldn't focus. The only thing I could think about was my mom. I wondered if there was any chance she'd let me do anything with her tomorrow night. Highly unlikely, she's always been sort of a prudish, goody-goody, church going type, and she is, of course, my mom. In all likelihood, we'd probably just go eat and I'd drop her off, but still, the mere thought of it was putting my libido into overdrive.
I couldn't really believe I was thinking of her like this, though. These weren't thoughts I'd envisioned myself having, and I felt disgusted with myself for having them. However, I couldn't stop. My mind was racing out of control for the rest of the night, and before I went to sleep, I masturbated a couple more times to the thought of fucking her.
Saturday flew by. I woke up late and cleaned the apartment. Not that I thought we'd come back here, but I didn't want it to be a sty, just in case. I spent most of the afternoon doing push-ups and sit-ups, and as evening approached, I showered, shaved, and put on a well-ironed pair of black dress slacks, Armani wingtips, and light blue button down polo shirt.
Combing my hair in the mirror, for the first time in a while, I felt comfortable with how I looked. I'm not the most athletic, tall, or suave, but at 25, I'm still a young and decent looking guy. I should go out on more dates and be with more women, I thought. Maybe this thing with mom tonight, if anything, will work up my confidence and get me back into the groove. Even if nothing happens, which is most likely, since she's my mom, at least I'm getting back out there with someone.
On the way to pick her up I bought a bouquet of roses at the 7/11 down the street from my apartment. I thought about chocolate, too, but figured that'd be too cheesy. When I arrived at my parents' house, which is only half an hour away, I stepped out of the car and felt sort of strange to be walking up to the house I grew up in, with flowers in hand, about to take my mom out for a date. Fuck it, I thought, coming back here like this was a lot cooler than the usual boring holiday and family functions.
I strutted confidently up to the doorstep and pushed the doorbell. That annoying chime sound rang out and brought back bad memories. I always hated hearing that sound growing up. It was definitely one of the several motivating factors in me finishing high school early and leaving home at seventeen. But so was my overbearing mother and here I was coming back home, ready to take her out on something of a date. Things in life really do change.
When mom opened up the door, I lost my breath for a second. She didn't look anything like the way I'm used to seeing her. She almost always dresses conservatively, has her hair up in a bun, wears her glasses, etc, and usually a pair of somewhat tight blue jeans will be the most revealing thing she'll wear. But not tonight. Tonight, she looked different, way different.
Upon opening the door, I saw one smoking hot, nearly unrecognizable female. She had on black stiletto heels, fishnet stockings, a black, high riding, tight velvet miniskirt, and gray mesh blouse, cut at the sides, leaving little to the imagination. Her lips were fire-red, coated in lipstick and lip gloss, her cheeks rouge, and her hazel eyes fully shadowed a dark blue, with singular short black stenciled lines drawn carefully from the outer edges of her almond eyelids.
Usually she has her hair up, and I've rarely seen her with it down, but tonight it was flowing just past her shoulders. She'd straightened it, too, and put in some blond highlights, which matched her strawberry light brownish mane quite well. Altogether, she looked rather stunning, beautiful even. I had no idea she could make herself look so hot. Not that she's too old at 47, but the way she'd dolled herself up, she easily appeared to be around ten years younger.
"Wow, mom, you, you, you, ah, you, look great. Wow..." I cartoonishly stumbled around to speak at this point. I wasn't expecting such a lovely creature to answer the door.
"That's a good way to start off, with a compliment like that. Roses, too, mmmm, my favorite... You're doing well so far." Mom stepped out the door, but not before dad appeared from seemingly out of nowhere, with a very puzzled look on his face. I don't think he'd seen mom like this in many, many years, if ever.
"You bring her home before 11." He told me with a firm tone, which I couldn't tell was serious or joking.
"Don't worry. She'll be just fine with me." I shook hands with him and he continued to look at the both of us with a puzzled expression on his face.
Mom didn't even look at him, sniffed the roses, and put them down on the counter inside, next to the front door, underneath the large family holiday portrait. She then walked back out and took my hand.
"Don't wait up." She said to dad, without making eye contact.
I looked over at him and shrugged.
"See you later, dad." I said, waved bye him, and walked off with mom.
Dad just stood on the front porch staring awkwardly. I also noticed our next door neighbor, the nosey old cat lady, staring at us from her dining room window in bewilderment.
When we got out to the car, I opened the door for her.
"I see you're being much more of a gentleman tonight." She proclaimed, approvingly.
"At least for now I am." I shot back, grinning widely.
"You better be on your best behavior. Maybe you'll get to go out with me again if you do well this evening." She said as I closed the door for her. I walked around, jumped in the driver's side of my black Camaro, started the engine, shifted gears and peeled out of the driveway. I waved to dad, who was still standing on the porch, staring at us. He waved back very unenthusiastically.
Upon hitting the highway, mom smiled over at me.
"It's good to be out again, isn't it?"
"Sure is, mom. I'm glad you agreed to come out tonight. I think this was a good idea, for us both."
"I think so, too. But do me a favor. From now on, for the rest of the night, call me Suzy. Just pretend I'm your date."
"Okay... Suzy." I replied and we exchanged grins. It felt strange calling mom by her first name, but I liked it.
Then I cranked up some tunes in the car, rolled the windows down a little, and the wind teased mom's hair around and blew her blouse open a bit. I caught a glimpse of her black lace bra and noticed how large and firm her tits were. I'd never looked at them much but now I couldn't take my eyes off them.
"Keep your eyes on the road, honey." Mom snapped at me, then giggled.
"Right." I said. Fuck, she'd caught me staring at her tits but didn't seem to be too upset. That could be a good sign of things to come. I thought to myself about how wrong it was that I was thinking of trying to score with my mom, but I couldn't help it. She was looking awfully good and it'd been a while since I'd been with a woman. It'd been since the divorce, actually.
Really though, the more I thought about trying to fuck my mom, the less I cared how deviant and immoral it supposedly was. Whose business was it anyway, what we did? She was my date, right? And what guy doesn't want to score with his date? I made up my mind then and there that I was going to make a move on her if somehow the opportunity presented itself.
We got to the restaurant I picked, a popular French bistro, and the place was bustling. Valet parking took the car off us in a flash, and we were ushered inside by a flamboyantly French host, who seated us in the far right corner of the posh, intimate but spacious dining room, right near the fireplace. We ordered a bottle of pricey wine and decided on having the tasting menu. As I sat at the table, I couldn't really comprehend just how bizarre it was to be with my mom like this, at a romantic French restaurant, sipping wine, but I liked it.
"This is quite a place. You picked well." She said, sipping from her wine glass and glancing around.
"I came here a couple times with other dates a while back. Unfortunately, they didn't go too well, but I loved the food."
"I'm sure tonight will be better..."
"It already is, Suzy." She blushed after I called her Suzy and looked so cute as she smiled and her dimples showed in those rosy cheeks of hers. All I could think about was how I was going to make a move on her but how fucking weird that would be. Although I'd already decided I was going to try, I didn't know exactly how to go about it. How does one try to fuck his mom? This isn't something you'll find advice for in men's magazines or dating websites.
I also worried about the possible ramifications. What if she turned me down? What would happen afterwards, if we did do anything? That could be an awkward situation, to say the least. But probably the drunker we both got, the easier it'd be, so I ordered another bottle of wine.
The food soon arrived and was absolutely divine. We laughed as we tried all the gross things French people cook and eat but somehow make taste delicious. I don't think I've ever seen her giggle and laugh as much as she did over that dinner. And when she was laughing, her foot brushed up a couple times against my leg. At first I let it go, but then I figured I should say something.
"So are you playing footsie with me now, Suzy?"
"I don't know, maybe I am..." She replied, shyly glancing away.
I then slipped my foot out of my shoe, reached under the table with my left leg, and rubbed my foot around on her shin. Her stockings and skin felt so smooth and soft. She didn't seem to mind, either, at first, but then pulled away.
"Enough of that, you. If you put a run in my stockings I won't be too happy." She nervously exclaimed.
"Sorry, Suzy. I'm just playing around."
"Where'd you learn to play footsie like that anyway, football practice? You have to be gentle, like this."
She suddenly ran her foot up my leg, from around my ankle up to my knee. She did it so incredibly gently, and feather-like, but it felt amazing, and sent shivers up my entire body. It didn't last long, though. I think she noticed how much I was enjoying it, and quickly retracted her foot.
"That's enough footsie lessons for today."
"Will there be more later?" I asked. I could feel myself getting bolder now and started to feel like I might really have a chance to do some stuff with her.
"Maybe..." She replied and coyly looked away.
I couldn't really find words to say and the situation started to be become a bit awkward. We sat in silence for a while as we finished our dinner, but that silence was broken when we ordered the cr?me broule for dessert and we both loosened up. Following dessert, I picked up the bill and escorted her out, chivalrously, my arm looped around hers.
The valet came and we hopped in the car and took off. I'd had a lovely time but was sad the evening had likely drawn to a close. She'd probably want me to bring her back home, I figured, and I couldn't think of any way to make a move on her.
"That was an excellent meal. Great atmosphere in that place, too." I said, gripping the steering wheel and making a left turn towards the road that leads to the onramp for the highway.
"I don't really want this evening to end." Mom said, appearing a bit bummed out.
"Then let's not let it. I know a good club we could go to." I suggested and was surprised at myself for having had the sudden idea. "You up for it?"
"A nightclub? I don't know... I haven't been to one of those in years. Do you think they'll even let me in?"
"Of course they will. I told you, you look great tonight. They always let in beautiful women." My calling her beautiful made her smile at me furtively. "Besides, a guy I know from college is the co-owner of the place. We can get into the VIP section for free, too, and the VIP section there is a blast. Trust me, it'll be fun. I've haven't been in years, either, so it'll be sort of new to me also. Come on, let's do it."
"Alright. Let's do it." She reached into her purse for her cell, phoned dad, and told him we were going out for a few drinks, and then hung up. Her tone was anything but cordial.
I busted a U-turn and headed downtown, to the club. My buddy from college, Rex, started there as a bouncer but used some money he'd gotten from an inheritance to buy part of the place out. He'd done a great job with it, too.
For several years running, which is unusual for nightclubs, it's been one of the most frequented places in the city. The lights, girls, top DJs, are all part of why it's been so successful. However, what makes it really hot, is the annex he had put on the back of the building.
The annex, which he helped develop the architectural design for, is a Roman style bathhouse addition to the VIP lounge, with a small pool, and private jacuzzi rooms for the most discerning of clientele. Usually only the high-rollers get to go back there, but Rex had always let us, his pals (and our dates) use it, and it was always fun, lots and lots of fun.
Arriving at the club, I called Rex from my cell phone. A couple minutes later he showed up outside, grabbed me in a bear hug, and told me how much he missed partying with me and our old crew.
"And who is this lovely lady you've brought tonight?" He inquired, looking my mom's way.
"This is... Suzy." I'd almost said "my mom."
"Well, well, here's a present for you two." He handed me a key that was attached to a large red ribbon.
"This key gets you into jacuzzi room 7. You're free to use if you like, as you like. Follow me. I'll bring you up to the VIP longue. Drinks are on me all night. I told the bartender, Hector, the Latin one, you're coming. He'll take care of you. Great to see you again, man." He bear hugged me again and brought us inside, straight up to the VIP section.
"Listen, I gotta get back to business. You all have a good time, alright? Gimmie a ring if you need anything." He gave us a wink, shook my hand, and vanished into the crowd.
"So what do you want to drink?" I asked mom, shouting loudly over the blasting sound system. I didn't need to go to the bar to order, though, as Hector magically appeared, and presented us with a bottle of top shelf champagne.
"That looks good to me." Mom yelled out, as we sat down in a comfy leather loveseat and quickly downed a couple glasses.
"I don't usually like this sort of music." She said, commenting on the mix of pop, hip hop, and electronic sort of stuff they were playing. "But it sounds kind of good to me tonight."
I got up and took her hand.
"So let's dance." I shouted and led her out to the dance floor. At first she was a little stiff out there, as was I, but soon enough, we were getting down, and I think all the drinks were beginning to get to her, because she started grinding up on me, dancing provocatively, like I never thought she could. In fact, I don't think I've ever seen her dance, anywhere or in any situation, so it was a nice surprise, particularly to see her dance like this.
And damn, as she danced, her body was looking sizzling under those lights, especially the strobes, and I noticed that I wasn't the only guy checking her out. The usual lone male club vultures were around, looking for chicks, and I saw more than a couple scanning my mom up and down. One even got up close to us and started dancing near her. I wasn't having any of the vultures stealing my date, especially since it was my mom, so I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her up close to me, marking my territory. The vulture in close proximity moved away, and I was now face to face with her. She then wrapped her arms around my shoulders, and we swayed to the music together.
We looked at each other funny, because it was sort of weird for both of us, being so close, slightly tipsy, and grinding on the dance floor. But, really, I didn't care anymore. Alcohol and loud music are incredible social lubricants.
I yelled into her ear, "I think that guy was trying to steal you from me. But you're mine tonight!"
"Am I?" She asked, with an erotic expression on her face that I'd never quite seen from her before. The strobe lights illuminating her face and body, on and off, made her look so mystical and sexy, and I figured now would probably be the best chance I'd get to make a move.
So I did. I went in and kissed her, softly, on the lips, and slipped my tongue in for a brief second, just long enough to make contact with hers. I pulled back quickly, and she looked shocked at what I did but didn't push me away.
I was shocked at myself, too, that I'd actually done that, kissing my mom, and I don't think she could believe it, either. Surprisingly, though, she leaned in, kissed me back and put her tongue right into my mouth, aggressively. We hugged and French kissed on the dance floor for a couple minutes as the loud bass shook our bodies, people bumped up against us, and suddenly fog shot down from above, into the dance floor, and the lights changed from strobe to red to strobe to red and back and forth.
When we broke apart from our kiss, I noticed the dance floor had gotten far more crowded, and I wanted some more privacy, so I asked mom if she wanted to go to the jacuzzi room. She nodded yes, and we pushed our way through the mass of humanity on the dance floor and walked over to the bathhouse section of the VIP area.
I flashed my ribbon crowned key to the shiny bald-headed, tuxedo wearing bouncer at the bathhouse entrance, and he let us inside, through a purple velvet rope. After descending down a long winding staircase, we stepped into the main room of the bathhouse.
In it, a smallish, oval-shaped heated swimming pool was populated by many naked and half naked young men and women, some of whom were engaging in various sexual acts. Opposite the pool were the jacuzzi rooms. I'd been in a few of them before, with girls I hooked up with back in college, but in no way did I ever imagine years later I'd be back in one with my mom.
Hand in hand, we walked straight towards our room without saying a word. It was much quieter in the bathhouse area, and we could actually hear each other talk, if we had chosen to speak, but we didn't. We were both totally speechless as we approached our room.
I opened the door for her and she gave me a reluctant look but still went inside. I closed the door behind us, locked it, and then approached her. She walked backwards, slowly, facing me. I think the reality of the situation hit her, as she suddenly seemed very hesitant and uncomfortable.
"I don't know... I, I don't think it should go this far. This is probably a mistake..." She said.
Not wanting to blow any chance I might have, I took the soft approach.
"Suzy, it's okay. We don't have to do anything. Except for maybe get into this jacuzzi and relax for a minute; the water looks excellent."
And it did too. The whole room did, really. It was all white marble, with a circular jacuzzi situated right in the middle. The jacuzzi was burping out millions of small bubbles from its clear, steamy water, and had a minty scent to it.
"But we don't have any bathing suits..." Mom said, guardedly.
"There's a few towels over there, hanging by the door. That's all we need." I replied.
"No, I think we should go. It's getting late. We shouldn't have come back here. I should have never kissed you. I've had too many drinks and got lost in the moment. This whole evening was a mistake."
She was starting to tear up and get upset. I knew I'd really be pushing it but I had to take another approach, or else I'd have no chance of getting any tonight, or likely ever, from her.
"Alright, we can go, if you want to be a prude about it." I exclaimed, in a disconcerted tone.
"Hey, I am not a prude!"
"Yes, you are, if you don't get in that jacuzzi with me. Didn't you come here to have fun?"
"Of course, I did, but I..."
"Come on, if you don't jump into that jacuzzi with me, and if you want to just go back home and play Charades with the Robinsons, then I'm sorry, but you're a prude. An old prude."
"Oh yeah?! An old prude, eh?" She yelled back at me. I could tell adding the "old" to it really got to her. Her whole disposition entirely shifted.
"Yeah. An old prude, Suzy."
"Fine then. I'll show you a prude. An OLD prude!" She then kicked off her heels and pulled off her blouse, revealing that black lacy bra she had on, which I must reiterate, really made her tits look amazing.
"This look like a prude to you?"
I shook my head, undid my belt, and pulled down my pants. She unzipped and took off her skirt and I was pleased to see her wearing black lacy thong panties that matched her bra. I took off my shirt and pulled down my pants and boxers, and kicked off my shoes and socks.
Although her body was far from flawless, it did look pretty damn good, especially for a woman her age, and seeing her half naked had given me a throbbing erection, which was pointed right at her. Mom looked down at it for a split second, turned her head away, unhooked and tore off her bra, and then pulled down her fishnet stockings and panties, grabbed a champagne bottle that was sitting next to the jacuzzi, popped the cork, took a big swig, and stepped into the water. I followed her in.
"Water isn't bad..." I said, trying to make eye contact, but she wouldn't look at me.
"Come here..." I said to her. She didn't respond, so I slid up next to her.
"So you think it was a mistake coming here? Because I don't. I don't at all."
"No... I don't. I can't believe you talked me into getting naked, though."
"Can I talk you into more?"
"More? You're hitting on me again?"
"Yes, I am. And yes, more. We already kissed. Come on, let's have some fun. Come on... Please..."
"I don't know..."
"Come on, don't be a prude..."
She gave me an angry look, with her mouth agape, and I placed my hand on her soft, creamy thigh and stroked it up and down. Then I leaned in and kissed her again, on the lips. At first she tried to pull her head away but then she sat still and let me kiss her, freely, and we soon were French kissing again.
I reached my free hand over and played with her large, C-cup size tits. Then I moved my other hand further up her thigh, cupped her pussy, played with her clit and stuck my index finger in and out of her warm, tight hole. It was way tighter than I thought it'd be, especially having had two kids come out of there.
"Oh God.." She moaned between kisses. "What are we doing? I swear I didn't want things to go this far..."
"I did." I whispered back to her. "I wanna fuck you. Please, let me fuck you. Let me put it in."
She reached down, grabbed my cock, and started stroking it.
"You wanna fuck me? You wanna put this in?" She asked. "I can't believe you're trying to fuck me... I'm your mother, you know..."
I think this was the first time I'd heard her say "fuck," and it turned me on.
"Tonight you're my date. And you are holding my dick in your hand..."
"Looks like I am, but still I can't believe we're doing this..."
"Well we are. Now, please, mom... Suzy... Please... Please let me put it in... Please..." Her stroking my cock made me feel like it was going to erupt.
"Ooh, God, Alright... Just put on a condom first. You do practice safe sex on your dates, don't you?"
"No buts. Put on a condom."
"Okay, m... Suzy."
I didn't really want to put on a condom and was sort of annoyed she was making me do so. I never liked using them and hadn't in years. Besides, if you can't fuck your own mom unprotected, then who can you? But I have to admit that there was something kind of cool about her telling me to do that. Like it was a real date, which I guess, it was, even though it was with my mom.
So I let loose of her tits and pussy, fished my wallet out of my pants, and pulled out my emergency rubber, tore open the wrapper, dunked it into the water, and slid it on. I turned over towards mom, took hold of her legs, and was about to roll over stick my cock in her when she stopped me.
"Don't tell anyone about this!" She pointed at me and said in scolding fashion.
"I won't. Don't worry..." I replied. Who would I tell anyway about fucking my mom? No one would believe me, and/or they'd think I was totally fucked up.
Mom then stood up in the jacuzzi, got up in front of me, lowered herself over me, took my cock back in her hand, guided it up to her opening, and sank her tight, hot pussy down on my stiff member and started to ride me.
We let out mutual moans of pleasure as I penetrated her and I subsequently cupped her ass and rotated between sucking on her tits and French kissing her as she bobbed up and down on my cock, riding it like a pro. It was an unreal experience, being in that jacuzzi, in the hot, bubbly water, fucking my own mother. She was an incredibly hot lay, and I was so excited that I only lasted a few minutes before coming, very, very hard.
Mom noticed my cock soften after I came, kissed me one last time, and climbed off me. I got up out of the jacuzzi, peeled off the condom, and threw it into the garbage can nearby. Mom then stepped out of the water, toweled off, and started to get dressed. I toweled off and started to dress, too. Neither of us said anything for a minute or so, until I interrupted the silence.
"Hey, thanks." I said to her and rubbed my hand on her back.
"Thanks?" She asked.
"Thanks for that and for this evening. It's been awhile. I really needed this." I confessed to her.
"I know you did. But I wasn't expecting to be the one to do, well, what we just did. God, I'm such a horrible wife... And mother... I should never have..." She was starting to tear up again.
"'No, I'm glad we did this. It was fun and good for us both, I think. What we did was perfectly natural. We're two consenting adults... And I'd like to do it again, too, if possible."
"We shouldn't have done that..."
"Come on, like I said, it's okay. I had a really good time. Didn't you?"
"Well, yes, actually I did, but..."
"But nothing. It's okay. More than okay, you were amazing in there... Let's do it again sometime, please..."
"Maybe. I don't know. I don't think I'm the person who should be doing this with you. I am married, remember? And your mother..."
"What about on special occasions, like birthdays, Christmases? This is a lot better than the shirt you gave me last year."
"I thought you liked that shirt?!"
"I did. But not as much as this..."
My quip cheered her up and alleviated the weirdness of what had just transpired. Mom loosened up and started smiling again.
"Honestly, though, Suzy, something tells me this isn't your first time in this situation, though. I mean, not like this exactly, but with someone other than dad."
"You always were perceptive. No, it isn't. I told you there were a lot of things you didn't know about me. But I didn't expect to be with you, like this, however..."
"Well, you did want me to be out with women, right?"
"So it's my fault?"
"Yeah, it is."
"It may be. I got lost in the moment a lot tonight. The drinks went straight to my head. But seriously, I hope you don't think less of me after this, and after knowing I'm not always faithful to your father."
"No, I don't at all. I was married, too, you know? I told you I needed this. I'd like to see you again, in this way, if you want. I had no idea you were such a wild and cool chick. And so hot."
"Like I said, maybe. Though maybe it's better as a one night stand, we never, ever, talk about."
"Whatever you want to do, Suzy..."
"What I want to do right now is go grab a cup of coffee and sober up before going home. Let's get out of here."
"There's a good all-night diner next door we could go to."
"Okay. But when we leave here we're back to being mom and son. So stop staring at my tits so much."
"Yes. It's flattering but not appropriate."
"Fine. How about one last kiss before we go?"
Still half-naked, we embraced and kissed for about a minute and I took full advantage of the opportunity to grab her ample ass and tits as much as I could, especially since I didn't know if I'd have the chance again. Plus, with my luck with women, these might be the last I touch for a while.
Breaking apart, I asked her, "Are you sure we can't go out again, like this?"
"We'll see... Put the rest of your clothes on. I definitely will go to that diner with you. I'm starting to get hungry again. Do they serve breakfast there, all night?"
"Then let's continue our conversation over a plate of pancakes."
"Sounds good to me..."
After stepping out of our room, we walked through what was now a full blown Roman orgy in and around the pool, and ascended up the staircase. We again pushed through the mass of humanity on the dance floor and then exited the club, stumbling out into the cool, slightly humid early morning air. We walked across the street to the diner, went in, sat down in an isolated booth towards the far left end of the tiny, 1950's style, sparely populated restaurant, and ordered some coffee and pancakes. The strong black coffee that soon arrived quickly sobered us both up, and we started to converse on the night's events.
"So, I want to know more about you and your, how should I say, adventures, mom."
"Yeah, these other people you've been with. I never thought of you as being the type. Like, you said you always hated dating, and you always seemed so happy with dad. You just never seemed to be the type to do anything like that, so I guess I'm sort of curious now about it."
"Yeah..." It was hard for me to admit, but the thought of her being a slutty, wild chick kind of turned me on. I think she picked up on the fact that I liked it, though, and played coy about it at first, but then began to elaborate.
"Listen, it's not like there's been tons, only a few over the last couple years, one night stands... It started after your father stopped being intimate with me. It's just... He has no interest in certain things and won't even talk to me about it anytime I bring it up. I have needs, you know? It's as simple as that. I don't feel good about it, but sometimes you have to take care of yourself."
"I don't fault you for it."
"Thanks for understanding. It means a lot to me that we can talk like this."
"Me too, mom."
She reached over and put her hands on top of mine and we looked into each other's eyes. Our pancakes then came, and we broke apart and dug into them ferociously. All the dancing and hot tub activities had made us both quite hungry.
Sitting there devouring our short stacks, I almost felt like I was with a different person. Like this wasn't my mom at all, this beautiful, wild, and promiscuous chick. It was more or less as if she had a split personality or something, and I suddenly wanted to know more about this mysterious creature and her secret life.
"Who were they?" I asked as I speared and brushed the crescent shaped remnants of a blueberry pancake around in the tiny reservoir of syrup near the edge of my plate.
"Who were who?" She asked, sipping from her coffee.
"The guys you were with..."
"No one you know. A few encounters on business trips. Nothing serious..."
"When was the last one?"
"A couple months ago, in San Antonio. Why are you so interested in your mother's sex life?"
"I don't know. I guess since I just got to be a part of it, it's more intriguing to me now."
She laughed, shook her head, and brushed her bangs behind her left ear.
"And what's with you, going after me, your mom, like this? Did you really plan on this happening tonight?"
"Honestly, I was sort of joking when I asked you out, but when you kissed me on the cheek, and I watched you walk down the hallway last night, I don't know, I just started thinking of, well, you know... doing things with you. You've got... A really nice-looking ass... I figured it might be cool if we did something. And it was."
"You didn't think it was wrong to try to 'do things' with your own mother?" She asked, still blushing and giggling from my calling her ass nice. The way she spoke had an accusatory but light-hearted tone, and it aroused me. I felt my erection start to return.
"Yeah, I guess I kind of did, and I feel a bit guilty now, but so what? Worse things happen in the world. I needed to get out there again and be with someone. I didn't expect to actually do what we did, though. I didn't think you'd let me..."
"I never thought I'd let you do anything like that to me... When I dressed up, I figured I might be over-doing it, with the short skirt and all. I never dress like this. Ever. But I wanted to feel sexy... And I thought you needed to be out again and that it'd be good for me, too. But seriously, I definitely didn't plan on letting you actually... you know... I didn't even think of that happening. Things just got out of control on the dance floor, after that champagne, in the hot tub, after more champagne, and especially when you called me an old prude. That really pissed me off..."
"Sorry about that. I was kidding around, I swear. I hope you weren't too offended. You're anything but an old prude. I've had a great time tonight, Suzy."
"It's okay. I forgive you. I've had a lot of fun too. Probably too much, but what's done is done. Even though I feel bad about it, there's not much point in looking back..."
"So where do we go from here?"
"Well, I don't want to really have an affair with anyone, especially with my own son. That's way too complicated. Honestly, I like one night stands for a reason- there's no strings attached... I think that's what this has to be... What happened tonight won't happen again and we won't talk about it again, ever. Besides, you need to be out with other women. You need to be dating more people than just me, your mother. Your married mother."
"Fair enough. We won't date. But are you sure we can't do, certain things, on special occasions? Birthdays, etc? I think that'd be cool, and think of all the money we'd save on not buying gifts."
"God, you are ridiculous. I admire your persistence, though. I'll never say never, but for now, this is one night and one night only."
"Alright, so if the night isn't technically over, why don't you spend the rest of it at my place?"
Mom looked down at her watch.
"Technically the night is over, since it's past midnight..."
"But the sun isn't up yet. That to me is what always dictates the arrival of a new day."
"Hmm... I don't know..." Mom started blushing again and looked out the window into the parking lot, where my car was.
"Come on, Suzy. Sleep over. It's too late to go home anyway. I promise to be a gentleman."
"I guess so. But once the sun comes up, I'm leaving and the night and everything that's come with it is over."
"Okay. Then let's go, because I don't want to waste any time."
Mom smiled and I flagged down the waitress and paid the bill. Then we hurried out to the car and I drove as fast as possible, without egregiously speeding, back to my apartment. Since I knew that her agreeing to sleep over meant I'd probably be able to fuck her again, I took full advantage, and during the ride back I ran my free hand up and down my mom's legs, reached up into her skirt, and tickled around her warm, panty-covered pussy, and she returned suit, rubbing over my pants on my cock. Thank goodness for automatic gears and tinted windows...
Once we got back to my building, we practically ran inside, and as we rode the elevator up to my floor, I continued to make good on my promise not to waste anymore of the night and put my hand on my mom's lower back, reached downward, and began fondling her tight, miniskirt-clad ass. She obliged my advance, and soon enough, we were in each other's arms, French kissing.
When the elevator bell chimed our arrival to my floor, we broke our embrace, stepped out, and hurried over to my apartment. Excited, I fumbled with my keys for a few seconds before I finally unlocked and opened the door. Then I gave mom a playful shove inside.
"Looks like you tidied the place up. Were you expecting company?" Mom asked sarcastically, twirling back towards me, and looking around the apartment.
"Yeah, I was. And it looks like I got it." I replied, grabbing her by the arms and thrusting her towards me.
"Mmm... Looks like you did..." She shot back and instantly started kissing me.
"Now I want to do what I wanted to do last night, after you left..." I told her, in between kisses.
"I want to turn you around and fuck you doggystyle..."
"Oh yeah, you want to turn around your old prude mother, and fuck her doggystyle?"
"Yes, I do. And you're in no way a prude. Or old..."
"Aww, you're so sweet... Now shut up and fuck me, before I change my mind..."
My mom's trademark feistiness couldn't have turned me on anymore in this situation. I picked her up off her feet, carried her into my bedroom, and threw her down, aggressively, onto my bed. Grabbing her legs, I flung off her heels, and then peeled off her fishnets. She assisted by pulling off her blouse and bra, and I completed the disrobing process by yanking off her skirt and thong.
Seeing my mom, totally nude, on my bed, was quite a sight, and not something I'd imagined I'd ever see. I paused for a second just to admire her beauty as she lay there, succulent legs spread, bare C-cup tits, slightly sagging but still firm. She sneered at me erotically, and I quickly ripped off all my clothes in near record time, dove down into the bed, kissed her for a second, leaned between her parted legs and rubbed my hard cock all around her hairy pussy, brushing it up and down on her warm, moist slit.
"I thought you were going to fuck me doggystyle?" She whispered.
"I am..." I replied assertively.
"Aren't you going to put on a condom first?"
"Not this time. Not with my mom..."
I then flipped her over and she promptly assumed the position. Easing up behind her juicy, somewhat meaty, but not too fat ass, I brought my cock up to her wet pussy hole and plunged it in.
"Ahh..." She moaned, as I started pumping it in and out. It felt so much better in there this way, with skin to skin contact, and no latex barrier between us. I thought to myself that this is the proper way to fuck your mother.
"Fuck yeah, mom. That's nice. You've got such a sweet ass..."
"Ohh, fuck me... Fuck me..." She exclaimed, loudly.
We started really dirty talking now, and I think me calling her mom got her off too, as the sex this time around was much more intense than before. Pulling on her hair, slapping her ass, squeezing on her tits, this was the type of aggressive lay I hadn't had in years.
And it was just so hot to be slam-fucking my mom like this. Not that I don't love her, but thinking about what a bitch she'd often been to me, especially growing up, made drunkenly banging her that much better. There are just some women who are such bitches that it makes you want to fuck them. My mother is such a woman, and here I was throttling her like an animal.
And she seemed to be loving it. She was moaning so loud I thought she might wake the neighbors, and her vaginal muscles were contracting on my dick fiercely. The louder she moaned, the harder I fucked her, and pretty soon we were going at it so vigorously that we were bouncing up and down on the mattress, getting slightly airborne, and I knew it wouldn't be long before I succumbed and came inside her.
"Oh, damn, I'm gonna come..." I yelled out, while I clung to her hips and heard her meaty ass clapping up against my pelvis.
"Do it... Ahh, come in me..." She screamed out as she moaned and cursed under her breath.
And I did come. Hard. I felt my body clench up, blood rush up to my head, and I let go a huge load straight into my mom's tight pussy. I grabbed and clenched onto her asscheecks as I squirted into her, and she screamed out several vulgar expressions I don't think I'd ever even heard before.
Upon completion, I pumped my cock in and out of her pussy a couple more times, slowly, until it softened, and then I took it out. I crashed down into the bed and pulled mom over next to me and kissed her for a couple minutes. Then we lay together for a while, staring at the ceiling.
"Now that's what I call a one night stand." Mom exclaimed, still somewhat winded.
"Yup. Definitely a good time. I'm going to have to request a repeat of tonight's activities for my next birthday present..."
"We'll see about that..."
We kissed again for a minute, and then slipped under the covers. Through the fog of sex and drink, I can't remember exactly how long it took for me to pass out, but it happened fairly quickly, and next thing I knew, it was morning, and I woke up next to mom, who was already awake. I must admit that waking up in bed, naked, with my mom, was fairly awkward for us both. As I awoke, I looked over at her and she looked back at me with a guilty expression.
"So..." She said, uncomfortably.
"So... Uhh, good morning..." I replied, wiping away the sleep from my eyes.
"I think we had sex last night." Mom said, awkwardly.
"I think we did, too. Twice." I confirmed. "I wasn't that drunk. I remember most of it..."
"I was also pretty drunk but I remember it, too. And I remember us agreeing that it was a one night thing. That once the sun was up, there'd be no more."
"Yeah, I remember that... But the curtains in here are closed, so I don't see the sun."
"What do you mean?"
My already hard morning wood stiffened and I rolled over on top of her, pushed apart her legs, pinned down her arms, and stuck my cock straight into her.
"Ohh, no, God, what are you doing? It was only supposed to be one night..."
"Ahh, yeah... Please, mom, just a quick one. Before we see the sun and the night's over..."
"Ooh, God, ohh..." She stopped protesting, started breathing heavily and moaning, and let me fuck her. She was definitely a lot stiffer without the drinks in her.
I let go of her arms and moved my hands down to her soft, smooth thighs and held onto them as I sucked on her tits and she moaned and clenched onto my shoulder blades as I pumped my cock in and out of her. She let me fuck her freely but kept her head turned to the side and wouldn't look at me or allow me to kiss her. It was probably a lot harder for her to be doing this without being drunk.
I didn't care, though. It felt so nice and warm under the covers, with my dick sliding up inside my mom's hot pussy. The scent of her perfume was still so strong that it tickled my nostrils, intoxicating me, and soon enough, I came and rolled back off her.
"Geez, you really are an animal..." She whispered to me, in a joking tone, but I think she might have been slightly upset that I took advantage of the circumstance.
"It's been a while, you know. Had to let it out on someone. Seriously though, thanks again for everything. It's been a spectacular time."
"It has. But I need to go now. I've got like 5 missed calls from you know who. I'd better take a quick shower before I leave. Can you drop me off or should I call a cab?"
"I'll drop you off."
"Sure. No problem, Suzy."
She pecked me on the cheek and got out of bed, went into the bathroom and started up the shower. I rolled out from under the covers, put some boxers, sweatpants, and a t-shirt on, walked over to the kitchen, toasted a bagel and brewed some instant coffee. Pretty soon mom came out, wet-haired and dressed in a pair of my sweatpants and plain white t-shirts. She asked if I was ready to go.
"Yeah, but let me finish my bagel first. Wanna split it with me?"
"Sure." She complied, walked over to the breakfast nook, and took a swig off my coffee. We ate in silence, looking up every few seconds and smiling at each other. Right before we stepped out the door, mom turned around and gave me a long French kiss and thanked me again for the evening.
Riding back to my parents' house, we made small talk and didn't say anything at all about last night, or this morning. When we pulled into her driveway, she leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
"Thanks for everything, mom."
"Thank you. You were a wonderful date."
"I guess I'll see you around then..."
"I guess so."
"Remember my birthday is in a couple months, and I think I know what I want..."
Mom just smiled at me, rolled her eyes, and got out of the car. As she walked up to the house, I watched her juicy ass every step of the way. She turned around and gave me a smirk and a wave. I waved back, shifted into reverse, and spun my wheels as I pulled out of the driveway, into the street, and began mentally counting down the days until my next birthday.