The other night on the way home from work mom called and asked if I would like to come over for diner on Friday night after work. She said she was lonely and wanted some company. Ever since dad passed away three years ago, she basically kept to herself. My dad controlled the house finances and I feel controlled her. She was lonely and not to sure about anything and dating was her big draw back. For thirty five years dad kept her on a tight leash. She was an at home raising the kids and keeping the house up to his standards. The more I thought about it the more I realized she was his submissive slave.
I knew from the way she spoke to me I had to do something special for her and for me so I told her I would like to take her out for dinner instead. At first she was a little reluctant but when I got insistent, she thought that was a great idea.
I have a date with my son, she said all bubbly. I asked mom to get dressed up real nice and I would take her some place fancy for supper and maybe have a dance or two. Now she was really excited.
I told her I'd make all the arrangements and that I'd be by around five. Mom was all excited and told me she couldn't wait until Friday was here.
Friday afternoon, I picked up a couple bottles of wine from a friend of mine who makes his own special stock. At thirty five dollars a bottle it had better be special. He guaranteed me that who ever I served his wine too, I'd be the luckiest man on earth for the rest of the night. He told me he served a woman two glasses of his wine and anything he wanted she did for him. I was skeptical but figured I had nothing to loose.
I knew we had plenty of time because our reservation wasn't until seven, which gave us extra time to talk before we went out. When I arrived at mom's she made my jaw drop to the floor. She was dressed so sexy. For a sixty five year old woman she had the body of a forty year old. We hugged and gave each other our regular style kiss and I told her she looked fantastic. I could tell she had already started drinking cause I could smell it on her breath.
Mom is only five foot six and has child bearing hips but she is very attractive. She was wearing a very tight black dress that hugged every inch of her body. It had a plunging neck line that showed off a lot of cleavage. The hem line was half way up her thighs showing off her delicious black pantyhose legs. The toes and heels of her pantyhose were twice as black. When she turned and walked away from me I grabbed my stiffening cock and straightened it in my pants. She was giving me a real good hard-on seeing her dressed like this.
I took the wine into the kitchen and opened a bottle telling her it was a special night and she deserved to drink nothing but the best. We both sat on the sofa facing each other with me staring at her sexy black gams, and the glowing valley between her two huge tits. She made a great deal of small talk, mostly telling me how lonely she has been and that none of the other siblings call her that often. The entire time she spoke I listened to her but I could not stop staring at her. After the third glass of wine, I could tell mom was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol and was getting all giggly and her eyes had pools in them.
Grabbing a tissue I handed it to her and asked her to do me a favor. For the rest of the night I want you to concentrate on us. Tonight it is you and me. Nobody else matters. With a half broken smile and a tear running down her cheek she agreed. When she got up and turned on some soft music she came back stood in front of me, and asked if I liked her dress. She turned real slow giving me every opportunity to check her out from head to toe.
Facing me she asked if her dress was nice enough to go out for dinner. I told her I loved it and it was perfect. I told her she looked extremely sexy and I would be proud and honored to have her on my arm tonight but she had one flaw. What's the matter she said with big concern. I told her I loved her dress and I loved the way she looked in but I could see her panty lines in the back of her dress. Mom turns her ass to me and asks me were. Boldly I reached out and traced the line around each cheek of her ass. Here and here I told her. Mom gulped down her fourth glass of wine and said I will be rite back. As she walked away I asked her not to change the dress because I loved it. She just turned and smiled at me as I watched her ass wiggled rounding the corner as she went to her room for a few minutes.
When she came out, mom walked over and stood directly in front of me again, turned around sticking her ass within inches of my face and asked if I could see any more lines in her dress. With both hands I reached out grabbing both cheeks of her ass and gave them both a gentle squeeze. When I looked down at her legs she was now wearing taupe pantyhose. As I touched her ass, caressing it softly I told her no, I think there gone. When my thumb ran down the crack of her ass I gave each cheek a gentle squeeze rite at her butt hole.
Letting out a soft moan, mom bent over a bit further while I continued to fondled her ass. Grabbing the bottle of wine, she filled her glass again as I continued to fondle her. When her glass was full, she stood up took a big sip, turned around and asked if I would dance with her. Joining her out in the middle of the living room and she pulled me tight into her, she laid her head on my chest. Suddenly it dawned on me she was humping my leg. I mean she had her right hand behind me on my ass and pulling me tight into her crotch. The next thing I know she grabs me by the neck looks into my eyes and says I love you so much and kisses me. As we looked at each other she pulls my head down to her and kisses me again but now it was different. This time she is making out with me.
Making small turns in the middle of the room swaying to the music, I decided to follow her lead. When I slid my right hand down over her ass and pushed her crotch even harder into my leg, I slipped my middle finger between the cheeks of her ass forcing her pantyhose up the crack of her ass. I knew I was in her bung hole. When I didn't let up, she grabbed a hand full of hair and really started making out with plenty of tongue, and lots of moaning. I was trying to pull up the back of her skirt so I could fondle her pantyhose ass but the skirt was to tight. When the song ended she stopped kissing me long enough to say one more song then we can go.
As the next song started and we continued making out, I rolled my left hand around to the side of her tit, and down her ribs. Stretching out my thumb straight out, I slid my hand over her right tit until I found her nipple with my thumb. When she felt me playing with her nipple, she drew a deep breath and picked up the tempo of her kissing me and was grinding her crotch up and down on my thigh. When she didn't stop me from playing with her nipple, I really got a hand full of tit and rolled her nipple until it was hard as pencil eraser. The only thing that stopped me from throwing her to the ground and rapping her was the fact that she was my mother.
When the song ended mom took as step back and excused herself and headed for the bathroom. At first I thought I had gone to far but as she was about to turn the corner she turned and smiled at me saying: I think we have time for one more glass of wine, and asked me to pour one for her. I was still nursing my first glass and now she was on her fifth.
When mom walked back into the room she was smiling from ear to ear. This time she sat rite up against me. She reached over to the table grabbing her glass of wine and placed her hand on my thigh rubbing it back and forth. I could feel her nails lightly racking across the thin material of my slacks making my dick grow even harder. I had such a hard time not staring at her tits and legs, and I think she sensed it too. We kissed off and on making more small talk and as I looked into her eyes I realized mom was feeling pretty good from all the wine she consumed. I knew she loved her wine I didn't realize was just how excited she got when she was intoxicated. By the time we were ready to leave, I wasn't even sure if she had noticed the effect she was having on me making my dick so big.
Mom threw a wrap over her shoulders and slipped her feet into a pair of shiny black pumps. As helped her into my truck, I was blessed with a quick glimpse of her pantyhose crotch. My god what was I doing. This was my mother and I was harder then nails. I walked around the back of the truck where I quickly adjusted my cock again, then slid my ass in the drivers seat. Mom slid over resting her head on my shoulder then her hand was back on my thigh again. Then I noticed that she actually looked down at my crotch, sliding her fingers up and down the length of my thigh. I sensed she wanted to touch my raging hard on but would always stop short.
During the entire ride to the restaurant and even while we ate she kept rubbing my leg. The meal was great. We sat in a booth out of plain sight from everyone else. Mom had three more glasses of wine while we ate but now her hand was getting closer and closer to my crotch. When I finished, I sat up real close to her and slipped my hand under the table and fondled her right thigh. Her skirt was so high I could see the dark panty line of her pantyhose. In fact if it was any higher I could have seen her crotch.
When my hand first touched her silky leg I thought I was going to explode in my pants. Her leg was hot and soft and as my fingers slid inside her thigh, she closed her eyes for a second then slowly opened them. She let out a tiny moan then looked me in the eyes. I held my glass of wine high in the air with my left hand as my right hand slid down to her knee gently squeezing her soft silkiness. Staring her in the eyes I took a sip of wine as I slowly I slid my hand back up the inside of her leg, feeling the heat of her skin through her pantyhose. When I reached the thicker texture of pantyhose on her leg, I stopped and fumbled around playing with the inside of her thigh, moving from one leg to the other. Mom closed her eyes again for only a brief second then thanked me for taking her out to dinner. She reached over and grabbed her glass of wine and we toasted each other. To Us. As she tilted her glass back I felt her hand slide up my leg and she was pushing the side of her hand against my cock rocking it back and forth across the length. I naturally closed my legs squeezing her hand holding it their for a second. It felt so good.
