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.
