Copyright 2020 Charlie Flemming
Author's note: All Characters are over the age of 18
"Mom," George said to his mother, Valentina, one morning, she was a tall, hot-to-trot woman with a perfect hourglass figure. Blonde hair and blue eyes with some of the biggest breasts, almost never wearing a bra, she sat at the breakfast table in just a thin robe, "Mom," George repeated, "I want to take you out on a date."
Valentina looked back at her son and sighed, part of her knew that he was about to do something like this, the way he'd been looking at her since after he turned 18 a month ago, it was like the way a tiger stares down prey just before he strikes. "Son, I'm your mother," she explained, "you aren't supposed to date your mother."
"But I don't want anyone else, Mom, I love you and you're the hottest woman I've ever seen. Please, Mom, let me take you out on a date. I promise you won't be disappointed."
Valentina considered this as her heavy breasts heaved as she tried not to notice the impressive bulge in her son's pants. But she could tell with a glance that he was incredibly hung (and also his pants were far too tight) something she had been noticing a lot more lately as he came home from school every day. She sighed, she didn't want to disappoint her son, but she also knew that she was liable to lose all control around him and his marvelous cock.
What are you thinking,
she thought,
this is your son! Don't think like that. It's just a date anyway, nothing to be concerned about,
"Fine," Valentina said a moment later, "But don't think this is something it isn't, I'm your mother and this is a just woman and her son having a good night out together."
George looked disappointed for a moment, "Well, I guess I'll take what I can get," he said, sullenly.
Valentina stepped towards him and gave him a hug, he hugged her back and enjoyed the feeling of his mother's breasts as they pressed into his chest. Valentina could feel his cock as it twitched in his pants. He was always hard around her, it seemed. She wasn't sure if that was completely because of her or just that all 18-year old boys were constantly popping boners.
Still, the mother and son held the hug a lot longer than they should as George slowly rubbed his hard cock along his mother's horny pussy, through their clothes, unfortunately. But eventually, Valentina pushed away from her attractive son, wishing that he wasn't her offspring and just a horny young man whom she could help get both of them some relief. "I'm going to go get dressed for our date..." she said, feeling suddenly very nervous about their night out, but only telling herself it was just a night out with her son. What could possibly happen?
Half an hour later they were out at the restaurant, George in a fancy suit and Valentina in a hot dress with a short skirt that showed off her glorious body to her son. She wasn't sure why she wore it, but felt that she owed it to her son to show off "the goods" for him since he'd been nothing but a loving person to her and obviously liked looking at her body. She hoped she liked it, but for some reason, when she was changing, she decided not to wear any panties, it would be fine though, as long as it wasn't to windy out and blew her skirt up, but she wasn't worried about that.
Valentina was a lot more worried what might happen during her date with her son...
As they sat down, she noticed that George couldn't keep his eyes off her. She blushed and turned her attention to the menu, "Is there anything you'd like to eat?" She asked, innocently.
"You, Mom," George said immediately.
This made Valentina gasp, but her pussy pulsed at the thought of her son eating her out. She gulped and said, in her most motherly tone, "Don't talk to me that way. I'm not some slut your taking out. I'm your mother." She was very stern, but she also felt like her body was burning up at that point.
George smiled, knowing he was having an effect on his mother, "You're so sexy, Mom when you blush." He reached forward and put his hand on her own. She gripped it tightly, loving his warm touch, despite what she said already.
That was when the waitress came over, an attractive blonde woman, "Hello, my name is Cynthia and I'll be your waitress this evening. Would you like to take a look at our wine lists?"
"That would be great," Valentina told her and Cynthia put a single-sheet menu in front of each of them before walking away again.
George went to grab the menu and it fell to the floor, "Whoops," he said, "Clumsy me." And a moment later, George was underneath the tablecloth to get it.
Valentina suddenly realized that George was under the table and she wasn't wearing any panties. As if to confirm her suspicions, she felt George put his hands on either of her legs and slowly spread them apart. She did nothing to resist this, she knew that she wanted him to see her pussy, even now in this crowded restaurant.
George was ecstatic when he saw that his mother wasn't wearing any panties. Her beautiful, swollen, sopping wet pussy came into view, begging to be licked. He didn't hesitate as he moved his head right in between his mother's legs. He knew she needed this, and within moments he was drinking the sweet nectar from the hole that had birthed him.
Valentina gasped as she felt her own son's tongue enter her throbbing vagina. She had to bite her lips in an attempt to keep from moaning out with the intense pleasure George was causing her right then. She glanced around, the restaurant was completely packed, but no one seemed to have noticed how she seemed to be flushing and writhing in her seat as her own son hid under the tablecloth to perform cunnilingus on her.
"You're being very naughty," she whispered to her son, but at the same time, she put both hands on his head and ground her pussy further into his mouth. "Ugh, you're so good at that, George. You're going to make some woman very happy someday."
"I only want to make you happy, Mom." George stopped eating her pussy for a moment to say, but went right back to licking away at her folds right after.
That was when Cynthia came back. She noticed that Valentina was very focused on something in her lap, and gasped when she saw George's head peaking out.
Valentina noticed Cynthia seeing her and catching them, "Um, we, um," she mumbled but Cynthia could tell that this woman was cumming into the man's mouth now. Cynthia would be lying is she said this whole scene didn't turn her on a great deal, but she could also get into trouble if anyone knew.