"Honey, I thought you were going out with Tina tonight," Mom said as she folded my laundry.
"I was supposed to, but she's not feeling well."
"Oh, that's too bad. You don't have someone you can call as a backup?"
"Well, Tina's kinda my girlfriend now, Mom, so I probably shouldn't," I said, although the idea did cross my mind.
"Oh, I see," Mom said. Even though I had committed to Tina, she didn't seem too enthused about it. My eyes were mesmerized by the jostling of Mom's enormous boobs beneath her top as she folded my little brother's clothing. Mom was a beautiful, short-haired brunette and if she wasn't married to dad, could probably have any guy she wanted.
"Well, your father's working late. I could get a sitter for your brothers and WE could go out if you want?"
"You don't have to do that, Mom."
She fed me a sly smile. "What if I want to? Your father's been so busy on that new work project, I haven't been out on a proper date in weeks"
Even though she was my mother, the idea of going out with her, as if she were a girl who was 18, my own age, was really exciting, so I didn't debate it too much. "Ok, what time should we go?"
"Let me make a call, get a shower and and all primped up. I gotta look beautiful for my new loveinterest," Mom teased with a wink.
"Funny, Mom
"Does an hour sound ok?"
"Sure," I said, my excitement growing at the thought of being alone with her. With two younger rambunctious brothers, Mom and I rarely got time alone, so this would certainly be something fresh and special.
I threw on the outfit I had in mind, then greeted the sitter as she arrived to watch my brothers. She was a pretty girl from down the street, but I didn't focus too much on her. I was too damn anxious to see what mom was wearing for our date.
"Mandy, thank you so much for coming on such short notice," Mom said to the sitter as she sashayed into the living room, looking absolutely stunning. Her dainty four-inch slip-on heels
CLICKED on the hardwood as she stepped towards me, wearing a tan-colored tubed mini dress. She had applied a little makeup, even though she didn't need it, and her sweet perfume smelt incredible.
I'm sure it was impossible for Mom not to notice me staring at her breasts as they trembled with every step she made. Other than her occasional bikini, I couldn't remember an outfit she'd ever worn that showed off this much creamy cleavage. "Ready to do this?" Mom said with an anxious smile.
"Sure," I said, taking her hand as she extended it out to me. She led me out the door to my car. Her ride was much nicer, but I went along with her desire to take mine. I went to get in, but then mom cleared her throat, standing on her side of the vehicle and giving me a quirky little smile. "Are you forgetting something?" she asked.
"Oh," I muttered and like a fool rushed back over and opened her door for her. I was rewarding with a great view of her smooth tan legs as she sat down in the seat and her mini dress crept up nearly to her crotch.
"If you wanna keep a girl impressed, you really should clean this thing out once in awhile," she said half-jokingly as I took a seat at the wheel.
"Yeah, you're right. It is getting pretty bad in here. So where are we going anyway?"
Mom shrugged her shoulders and smiled. "I don't know. What did you and Tina plan on doing?"
Before I answered, I reflected a moment on my relationship with Tina. See, we weren't really boyfriend and girlfriend, more like fuck-buddies or friends with benefits. Mom would see her at the house or us walking somewhere together and therefore must have assumed we were a couple, but we really weren't. The "commitment" part was that we both basically agreed not to fuck other people. I decided that the weird arrangement was bound to eventually bring up more questions from mom, so I should just be honest with her.
"Well, we um, didn't really have plans to go anywhere and spend money," I said.
"Oh," Mom muttered in surprise, "is there a restaurant in town serving free food I didn't know about?"
"No mom, nothing like that, it's just, well...Tina and I aren't really a couple. We don't really have a boyfriend, girlfriend thing going on, we just..."
Mom's eyes lit up as she realized what I was getting at. "Ohh!"
"Yeah."
"So, the two of you were just planning on going somewhere and screwing?" she asked candidly. "That WAS the plan."
Mom looked at the pile clothes, sports equipment and other junk in my backseat. "Please don't tell me you expected her to have sex with you on that backseat?"
I laughed. "No, we have another spot we go."
"Another spot huh? And where might that be?"
I was a bit reluctant to tell her. My buddy Trey bought an old travel-van and parked it in the woods on his parent's property. It was kind of a cool, tranquil spot, overlooking a small pond, but very private. After explaining this to her, she still seemed curious.
"So did you have to make a reservation?" she joked.
"No," I answered with a giggle, "I just had to text them and let them know I'd be using it tonight. Which, reminds me...I guess I should text them again let them know I won't be needing it."
"Why would you do that?"
"Well, because Tina and I were gonna use it, but now...well, you and I will probably go out to dinner or something, right?"
Mom seemed heavy in thought for a moment as she looked out the window. She finally looked over at me decisively. "Take me out there," she said.
"To the van?"
"Yeah, I wanna see it."
It seemed a bit strange, but I didn't argue. "Um...ok," I muttered, setting a course for my friend's parent's property.
Their land was outside of town and luckily had a small dirt road leading out close to the spot where the van was parked. "Well, you guys certainly picked a private spot," Mom said, her humongous boobs wobbling around every time we hit a big bump.
"Yeah, we used to fish in the pond out here."
Mom fed me a naughty smile. "Until you moved on to luring in bigger fish?"
"Yeah, I guess," I blushed, pulling my car off the wooded road, down into a small clearing where the van was parked.."Here it is!"
Mom and I got out and she seemed unsteady on her heels. "Ok, not the best place for wearing heels obviously," she giggled, then took them off.
We gazed out at the tranquil pond. "Beautiful spot though," she said, then looked over at the van. "Show me the inside."
I opened up the back doors. The full-sized bed was still pulled out, but thankfully my friends had taken their cum-stained sheets off. "Looks like your buddies stripped the bed. Must have had quite a messy adventure," she said, making us both laugh.
"Well, we each have our own set of sheets we use."
"Smart idea. So...where's your set?" she asked.
I looked over at my car. "In my trunk."
"Clean I hope?"
"Yes."
A little smiled formed on Mom lips. "Go get them. We'll lay here and look out at the pond."
Of course I didn't object. After getting the sheets, Mom helped me put them on the mattress. "Well, at least the van is clean and smells nice," she said.
I was so busy checking out her gaping cleavage as she leaned over, I forgot to answer. The way her boobs wobbled heavily from side to side as she pulled at the sheet was absolutely mesmerizing. Mom crawled onto the mattress and sprawled on her side, with her head resting on her hand and her elbow propped on the cushion. "Not the most comfortable mattress in the world, but still not bad," she commented.
It felt a little weird laying down next to her, on a bed that me and my friends had fucked countless girls on, but Mom was beautiful. She had a killer body, way beyond the ones of those I'd fucked, so it was exciting at the same time.
"It's a great spot, but you and your friends don't really come out here for the view I suppose? So how many girls have you fucked on this bed?" she asked candidly, looking over at me.
My heart skipped a beat. I rarely heard my mom say the F-word and usually it was because she was mad about something. She sensed my shock right away. "Honey, it's just a word and appropriate for this conversation. I mean, that IS what you do here, right? These girls aren't your girlfriends, so you're not making love. You're fucking them."
"Right," I muttered, my heart thumping faster than usual.
"So how many have there been?"
"A few," I confessed, even though I knew there had been at least five, counting Tina.
"A few, as in three?" she asked.
"Five, actually."
Mom's eyes lit up. "Five is more than a few."
I know.
"So why did you say 'a few?' Were you afraid I was gonna think you're a man-whore or something?" she giggled.