Aunt and nephew hold hands as they get into the car. Michael guides his sexy date to the driver's side of the shiny Corvette.
"No silly, I'm not driving. I'm your date. You're going to drive me to the prom."
"Aunt Holly? Y...y...you mean...?"
"Yes, help your Auntie into this thing. Now get in and take your date to the restaurant."
The teenager nervously starts the new sports car. He is greeted by endless lights of all kinds as the dashboard is lit up like a video game. The youngster has never seen anything like the interior of the brand new Corvette except in magazines.
"Michael, just drive slow until you get used to it."
The teenager drives very cautiously as he starts down the street. His aunt can see the boy is choking the steering wheel, his hands sweating. He dare not take his eyes off the road until...
"Michael, maybe this dress was just a bit too short."
The teenager steals a glance at his smoking hot aunt's tanned legs and she gives him a huge smile.
"There. Now look at me once in awhile. Relax. You're doing fine."
As the Corvette pulls into the restaurant Holly tells the teenager to park in the back of the parking lot.
"Michael, park over there. That way no one can ding my car. And...maybe we'll have to have a little one on one time after dinner."
As they step out of the car several boys notice Michael helping the smoking hot older blonde out of the shiny sports car. The boys and their dates nave never seen Michael's date before. Several of the boys whisper so their dates can't hear them.
"Jeesusss. Look at Michael's date. I can't believe that freak could ever score something like that."
"Hot. Yes, she's hotter that shit. Look at those legs...and those big round tits of hers. She's not from Roosevelt. She looks like she's in college or something."
Michael and Aunt Holly walk into the restaurant and the maitre'd shows them to their table in the middle of the restaurant. Holly speaks up.
"Sir? We were hoping for something more...private. Is it okay if we get that table way in back?"
As they sit down, Michael notices that the restaurant is filled with a lot of the students from his senior class. Michael helps Holly sit down then goes to sit across from his aunt but she will have none of it.
"Michael...please sit over here, next to me. There, that's better. Now Michael remember when you order drinks order me a glass of chablis and maybe one for yourself. You're 18 now and in Florida you're legal."
The teenager sits down next to his smoking hot aunt. She crawls a little closer to the youngster so that her bare legs rub against his. The waiter comes over and takes their drink orders.
"The lady will have a glass of chablis and I'll have...I'll have one as well."
"Sir, I will have to ask for your ID."
As Michael fumbles for his ID the waiter feels bad he has singled him out.
"And Ma'am, I'll have to ask for yours as well."
The waiter hands them their menus and goes back to fetch their drinks. He returns with the two glasses of white.
"Michael, lets share a toast. To my wonderful hunk of a nephew who I love more than anything, our first date together."
"Michael, you know that along with my boob job I had my eyes done as well. The station manager's idea was to make me look younger. It must have worked. Michael be sure to tell your mom that your 34 year old auntie just got asked for her ID! She won't believe it!"
Michael looks around to see who is at the restaurant. He sees Bethany Monroe! And she's with Marty Worth! The two of them are just sitting across from each other on their cell phones texting whoever.
"Michael, is that..Bethany? Your mom told me how disappointed you were that she turned you down."
"Uh...y...yes. W...we...kinda...have...b...b...been...b..best f...friends for a...f...few...years."
"Well, Michael, lets agree on one thing. Fuck her. In fact fuck all those cool kids a school. You're with me tonight. And you are going to have a way better time than any of them."
The waiter brings their entrees. Aunt Holly looks at the nervous teenager and asks for something.
"Michael, you and I are going to make out a little here while we eat. Kiss me...please."
Michael kisses his aunt...nervously, his body shaking. Holly kisses him back, gently.
"Michael, where did you learn to kiss like that?"
"Uh...mom...k...k...kind...a...sh...sh...showed...me."
"Michael, can I ask you something?"
"Uh...yes..."
"Michael, is your...cock...hard right now?"
"Uh...y...yes."
"MMMMM! I'm glad it is, because...my panties are starting to get wet. Michael, can...I...feel?"
Holly reaches over and runs her hand along the length of her nephew's now throbbing cock. She gives it a gentle squeeze, feeling the youngster's hardness.
"Michael! You know that I've never felt a man's cock before. It's...amazing. Why don't you feel inside my dress? Run your hand up my leg...yes...can you feel how wet my panties are?"
"Uh...yes...I...I...c...can."
"Michael, you now know I booked a room for us after prom at the Beachfront Hotel. You're okay with that? Or would you rather just go home?"
"N..N...no...I'm o...okay...w...w...with that."
What Michael and his date didn't realize was that several of his classmates could see Michael's smoking hot older blonde date run her hand along his cock. Then she spread her legs and guided his hand inside her dress! Soon the news spread like wildfire.
Dinner went off without a hitch. Michael was slowly becoming more comfortable around his sexy blonde Aunt Holly. They would have several bites of their entrees before sharing another kiss. The teenager had no idea what was going to happen next, but all he knew is that things were great so far.
"Michael, when the waiter asks us if we want dessert, just say no and ask for the check. Let's get out of here, okay?"
As the couple walks out of the restaurant they pass many of the other prom goers finishing their dinners. Several of the boys try to get a closer view of Michael Chase's smoking hot date. Holly holds Michael's hand and pretends not to notice all the teenage eyes staring at her.
They exit the restaurant and Holly still holds Michael's hand. The moon and stars are out, a perfect early June Florida night.
The now relaxed teenager holds the door open for his gorgeous prom date. As he gets in, he puts the keys in the ignition.
"Michael, I don't want to be the first one showing up at the prom. I think its best if we actually showed up a bit late. I thought we could just hang out here...talk about things..spend a little alone time before prom."
"O...Okay."
"Michael, you know that I met my wife Mary at Roosevelt, so I've never been on a boy-girl date, so all of this is new to me too."
"I...Know."
"So you told me that your mom...showed you how to kiss like that? I mean you are an incredible kisser. You gave me...the tingles down there."
"Yes...she showed me how."
"So you kissed her like that. Did she show you anything else?"
"Yes. Sh...sh...she...sho...showed...m...m...me...how dance...then showed m...me...h...how t...to...to...sl...slow...dance."
"So...Michael, did your cock get hard when you slow danced with her?"
The teenager is starting to clam up. Holly can see the signals that her questions are just a bit too personal.
"Michael, I'm sorry to embarrass you like that. You know, your mother is about the most beautiful sexy woman I have ever seen. If I were an 18 year old boy, my cock would be hard all the time."
"Y...y...yes...m...mm...my cock gets...h...h...hard...w...when...m...mom...wears this...s...sexy green...out...outfit."
"Don't be embarrassed darling. It's actually natural for boy's cocks to get hard and women's pussies to get all wet. It means we are...excited. Michael, do you ever...fantasize...abut fucking your mother?"
"Uh...y...y...yes."
"Darling, don't think anything of it. You and your mom are all cooped up in that house. You are a young man now, and your mom is in her prime. I'm sure you think of her long pretty legs, her big luscious tits and her pretty ass."
"Uhhhh..."
"Michael, you should be fucking your mom...all the time. Do you ever fantasize...about...fucking me?"
The teenager looks down, not knowing what to say.