Mind-Controlled Son's Incestuous Date
"Mmm, we're going to get you all nice and ready for your date," Mom purred as she hugged me from behind in the shower. Her big, soapy boobs rubbed into my back as she worked the bar of soap up and down my stomach and chest.
My cock throbbed before me. It was Saturday so fast. The week had flown by. I was going on my first date with Donna. My first date with a girl, and it wasn't just any girl. It was Donna the smoking-hot, redheaded cheerleader. And it was all thanks to becoming a mama's boy. Donna found it hot that I fucked my mother.
That I was a good son who sexually satisfied the woman who brought me into the world.
My mother's hard nipples rubbed into my back as she worked her soapy tits up around in slow circles, her hands caressing my body. My dick ached so much from her touch. She licked my ear, the warm shower splashing on my chest. This was the first time we had showered together like this.
It was fucking hot. I couldn't believe it. I groaned as her hands touched me. Her fat nubs poked me in the back. Her boobs were so soft. She had such big tits. Mommy tits. Her tongue stroked my ear, adding to my delight. I groaned as she worked her hands lower.
"You're going to be so handsome, Jason," Mom purred. "Mmm, you're Mama is going to make sure that you're such a stud for Donna. Yes, you are. Just such a stud."
I smiled at her words. The world had changed in the last week since I put on that belt. Only I knew it. At my college, more and more guys were fucking their mothers. A few were holding out. Some of the jocks who were too prideful, thinking they didn't need their mothers when they were getting it from girls left and right. Except more and more girls were only getting with guys wearing M.I.L.F.S. badges.
Mom's hand grabbed my cock. She stroked up and down my dick. My eyes closed. I shuddered as she pumped up and down my shaft, washing me. Her soapy hand glided from base to tip, massaging me. The pressure built at the crown. My balls tightened.
Her other hand soaped my nuts. I shuddered, loving the feel of her fingers kneading my balls. I bit my lip, the shower spray splashing warm on my chest. Mom nibbled on my ear, her boobs rubbing into my back felt so perfect. This was the delight that I needed. I was hurtling closer and closer to cumming. My face contorted, savoring the pleasure she gave me.
"Fuck," I groaned. "Oh, goddamn, that's good. Mama! You're the best."
"Mmm, just making sure my sexy boy is ready for his little date," she cooed. "You need to be all clean. Yes, you do."
Her hand pumped faster and faster. I shuddered, so excited from her touching me. I couldn't last long. I was on a hair-trigger. I might be getting sex from my mom, Donna, her mom, and a few other MILFs all the time, but I was still an eighteen-year-old boy. It didn't take much to get me off sometimes.
I groaned as her slick hand slid up to the tip of my cock and brushed the tip. The pressure exploded from my cock. My nuts twitched in my mother's hand. I grunted, firing blast after blast of cum. My face contorted with delight as I unloaded.
Spurt after spurt of cum exploded from my dick. My balls twitched in my mother's kneading hand. She gasped in delight as she "washed" my cock, stroking up and down me. She wrung out my cum that splashed on the wall and fixtures.
"Shit!" I groaned.
"Mmm, there we are," she purred. "Getting you all nice and clean for your date. Isn't that wonderful, Jason?"
"Yes!" I groaned, hitting the peak of my pleasure. The rapture buzzed through me. I swayed. "Oh, yes, I'm going to be so ready for it, Mama."
She stroked my cock one more time while I shuddered in her arms. Then her soapy hands slid down my thighs, washing my legs. I groaned, feeling so good. She had me turn around next, her soapy breasts rubbing into my chest.
Mom kissed me. She thrust her tongue into my mouth as her hands grabbed my ass. She soaped my rump. Her fingers dug into my ass. I shuddered as she squeezed my butt-cheeks. My dick throbbed against her belly. She was so affectionate. I loved her so much. Dad wasn't getting anything. Mom was all mine. We even shared her bed last night since it wasn't a school night.
Dad had to sleep in my room. Not that he seemed to care. It was still so surreal.
"Mmm, there," Mom purred and turned off the shower, her hands still on my ass.
We slipped out and dried each other off. It was hot rubbing her tits with the pink terrycloth while she massaged my body with a dark-blue towel. When we were dry, she wiped down the mirror and then stood behind me at the counter. She grabbed the shaving cream. I didn't have to shave every day, but I wanted to be extra smooth.
Having my mom shave me was different. After rubbing the shaving cream into my face, I tried not to tremble, my dick hard once more, as she hugged me from behind. Once more, I had her naked tits on my back and her wet bush on my ass. She ran the razor slowly, working with care. I was a little nervous, but I trusted my mom. She was amazing. She loved me. My mama would never hurt me.
After she shaved me, she ran her fingers over my face, feeling every bit of it. "Mmm, smooth."
"Thanks, Mom," I said.
She smiled and then grabbed a bottle of my father's aftershave. I had never used the stuff. She dabbed some in her hands and then rubbed it on my face. I blinked at the burning, but it faded quickly. I smelled spicy. A masculine scent.
"Mmm, that's good," she said and grabbed a comb and attacked my brown hair. She hummed as she worked, drawing it back. "There. I laid out your clothes on my bed. I'll be out soon. You can wait for me downstairs."
Since I had never bothered to get my driver's liscence, Mom was driving Donna and me on our date. Neither of us minded. In fact, Donna wanted to be inclusive. She believed our mothers should be involved in our dating life. And sex life. Twice now, I had a threesome with Donna and her mother, being a surrogate son for a woman who had only two daughters.
Mom had laid out a nice pair of jeans and a good shirt. As I was dressing, she called, "Make sure you tuck in your shirt! Look good for Donna."
"Yes, Mom," I said as I kept dressing.
I waited for her downstairs. There was still time before the date. I settled down on the couch. Dad was watching college football. The Huskies were playing the Cardinals. He glanced over at me and nodded.
"First date, huh?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said, nervous. "Looks like you're going to have the house to yourself."
He smiled. "Means I can watch what I want."
"You don't mind that Mom's only having sex with me, right, Dad?" It was strange saying it out loud, but it felt like I had stolen her from him.
"You're our son," he said. "You're supposed to be having sex with your mother. It's all new to you both. I'm sure in a while, your mother will want to do things with me. Just like you want to do things with that girl you're dating. Denise."
"Donna," I said, smiling. Donna was such a hot girl. "She's great, Dad. Just amazing."
