The week following spring break my dad had to go out of town on business for a few days.
"Can I take you out tonight?" I asked my mom.
"What, like a date?" she asked.
"Yeah. I thought it would be nice, going out just the two of us."
"Sure," she said.
After school I stopped by Janette's Flowers and picked out a bouquet of flowers. When I got home she was up in her bedroom getting ready. "I'll be out in a few minutes," she called.
Much more than a few minutes later she came down the stairs. She had curled her long dark hair. Her black dress showed a fair amount of leg and just a hint of cleavage.
"You got me flowers?" she said, surprised.
I crossed the room and handed her the bouquet.
"Oh honey, they're beautiful. Thank you," she said, giving me a hug.
"You look stunning Mom," I said.
"Oh David . . " she said, holding me a little tighter. "Thank you." After a moment she let go.
"You look so handsome in a tie," she said as she went to the kitchen and found a vase for the flowers.
We ate at Corelli's, a classy Italian restaurant that we really liked. Her pasta was good and my Pork Ossobuco was outstanding She said she really liked the glass of red wine she got, though I thought the sip she gave me tasted pretty terrible.
When we got home my mom said, "That was wonderful," and she leaned in and pressed her lips to mine.
"I just want you to know how much I love you. And how much I appreciate everything you do for me."
Her eyes looked like they were starting to get misty.
"You mean our 'special relationship'?" she asked with a smirk.
"Well yeah, of course I appreciate that. But I mean everything. All the regular mom-stuff that you do too . . . Just know, no matter what, I never take you for granted."
"Oh, David . . ." she said hugging me tight. Her face was pressed tight against my neck. I could hear her sniffling as she teared up.
"Thank you baby. I couldn't ask for a better son."
After a few moments she wiped her eyes a little and let go of me.
"Or a more handsome one," she added with a smile. "Come on."
She grabbed my hand and led me up to my parents' bedroom. We sat on the edge of the bed. As we kissed passionately I held the back of her head while her fingers worked to unbuckle my belt. I tilted my head a little and my tongue pushed into her mouth.
She undid the button on my pants and unzipped them. As we kissed her hand reached inside my boxers and pulled my hard cock out. I gently sucked on her bottom lip as she slowly stroked me.
Finally our lips parted and we caught our breath. She kicked off her heels and then pushed herself into the middle of the bed. The hem of her black dress gathered around her waist.
"I want to feel you inside me," she said as she peeled off her panties.
I kicked off my socks and shoes and pulled my pants off. I climbed onto the bed, kneeling between her legs. I pulled my shirt and tie off and threw them aside.
Then I pushed inside her slick pussy.
"Oh baby, I love you so much," she said as I slid in and out of her.
"I love you too Mom."
We kissed again. I could feel her breasts heaving against my chest through the fabric of her dress.
She let out a little moan into my lips as I fucked her.
"You looked so beautiful tonight," I said.
"Yeah?" she asked, panting.
"Uh-huh . . ." I grunted, "Dad is a lucky man."
"Mmmm-hahh," she panted into my ear. "You're lucky too you know."
"Ohh . . . I know," I said with groan. "Where do you want me to cum, Mom?"
"Cum inside me, baby," she panted.
Shortly I lost it. She moaned as my hips bucked with each spurt of semen I sent inside her.
I rolled off of her and pulled her up tight against me. Before long, we fell asleep like that.
The next evening I was walking down the stairs when I heard my mom laughing to herself.
"What are you giggling about?"
"Oh, nothing," she said, typing on her phone. "I've been teasing your father with the details of what the two of us did last night. He say's he's been hard all day."
"Rough," I said with a laugh.
"He says he wants us to skype him, and he wants to watch and direct like some sort of sex puppeteer,' she said, smirking.
"Sounds good to me," I said, smirking back.
"Yeah, I bet it sounds good to you."
"Come on, it'll be fun. You did give him a hard-on ALL day. Seems fair to me."
"Yeah, it seems fair to you because you father will be directing you to do all sorts of dirty things to me," she said with a laugh. "I told him he could watch whatever you pay for tonight, but now he's whining."
"Hmmm . . . just tell him he can but he can't touch you and he can't jerk off until Sunday."
"Ooooh, you are vicious," she said, typing away on her phone again.
At 7pm the laptop dinged with a skype video alert. I sat down on my parents bed and clicked the button to answer.
My dad appeared on the screen, sitting in a stuffed chair in a hotel room.
"Hey!" he said.
"Hey." I greeted him. I called down the stairs for my mom and soon she joined us.
"Hi, baby," she said.
"Hello beautiful," he said with a smile.
"So you're sure you want to do this?" she asked. "You could just watch whatever David decides to pay for tonight and wouldn't have to deal with that erection all weekend."
"I'm sure," he said.
"Alright honey, what is it you want to see?"
"Well first," he said, "look in my sock drawer."
She looked at him quizzically but got up and went over to his dresser, leaving the view of the laptop. She opened up the top drawer and rooted through it.
