Mother & Son Console Each Other

When I saw what she was wearing my eyes nearly popped out of my head. Something was going on. She was forty two years old, but she was dressed like a much younger woman. In clothes that showed off her body. That was unusual for her, because her normal attire was a lot less revealing than what she currently had on.

"Who's the lucky guy?"

"What do you mean?"

I looked again at what she was wearing, taking my time so that she would realise what I was doing. She had on a tight blouse with a plunging neckline and a very short skirt. She looked good enough to eat. When I had finished, she was still trying to keep up the pretence that she didn't know what I was implying.

"It's just a date, and only our third one."

Said casually, with a dismissive wave of her hand, but she wasn't fooling me. I might only be nineteen, but I wasn't naive. When a woman is dressed like my Mother is now, she is going out on a date, that however it starts, is going to eventually end up in the bedroom!

"So, who's the lucky guy?"

"James, can we please stop this interrogation?"

What she'd said, and the irritation in her voice, told me that it was time to stop teasing her.

"OK, and I hope you have a good time."

When she gave me her best smile, I knew that she'd forgiven me. Then her face changed, her expression telling me that she'd suddenly remembered something.

"Aren't you going out as well?"

I was, but unlike my Mother, I was happy to talk about it.

"I'm seeing Roxy," and then, because I was young and arrogant, I confidently declared, "Tonight's her lucky night!"

"You're just like your Father," was her response to that.

Shortly after, she was gone, and I was still deciding whether comparing me with my Father, who had left her a year ago for a much younger woman, was a compliment or an insult.

An hour later I was out, on my way to meet Roxy. She was one sexy lady, but clothes weren't important to her. Tonight, as on our two earlier dates, I was expecting her to be in jeans and a t-shirt. Both of them baggy rather than tight. Functional rather than stylish or sexy. I'd prefer her to be dressed like my Mother. In clothes that showed off her body. Then I chuckled, whatever Roxy was wearing tonight was irrelevant, because all of it would be coming off!

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I was back home early, just after ten. I was surprised to see Mother in the living room. She looked as unhappy as I felt. For several seconds we just looked at each other, both of us taking it all in. Without needing to ask, I could tell that her date had been as disappointing as mine. I sat down next to her on the sofa, and then I put my arm around her.

"How bad was it?" I asked.

Her lips trembled as she quietly uttered, "A disaster. A complete and utter car crash."

"Mine as well."

Then she suddenly stood up, so quickly that it startled me.

"I'll make both of us a coffee, and then we can talk about our WONDERFUL evening."

Despite feeling as low as a snake's belly, I had to laugh.

The coffee was too strong, almost undrinkable, but I told her that it was perfect, and that brought a flicker of a smile to her face.

"Tell me what happened."

It took her some time to compose herself, and then, after taking a deep breath, she started.

"I really thought that he liked me. That he wanted more than just a casual relationship. I was stupid enough to think that if I wore some revealing clothes, and some sexy underwear, that he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off me."

That was uncomfortable to hear. My Mother, a very private person, was opening up to me. Talking about her sexual needs. However, despite that, I wanted her to continue. If she was happy to talk about it then I was willing to listen, no matter how upsetting it might be.

"Did I wear the wrong clothes?"

I shook my head. Definitely unsuitable for a job interview at a bank or one for any other financial institution, but perfect for what she had in mind. To entice a man.

My Mother is a shapely woman. She has impressive curves in all the right places. A forty two year old that can still turn heads. Tonight, she was dressed to show off her body. It should have worked, but surprisingly it hadn't.

"At first, he was charming, even flirting with me, but then, what had been a romantic date at a very expensive restaurant, suddenly became a business meeting. He started talking about a company that I should invest in. And he was giving me the hard sell. Telling me that it was too good an opportunity to miss. All I needed to do was hand over one hundred and fifty thousand to him and he would sort it out."

I was now worried. We were well-off, but that wasn't an insignificant amount. Had she agreed to it? Or worse, foolishly already given him the money?

While trying to stay calm, I asked, "So what did you do?"

"I said no, that I wasn't interested."

That was a relief.

"But he wouldn't stop. That's when the penny dropped."

"What do you mean?"

"That's when I realised that our two previous dates had been leading up to this. He didn't want me, he just wanted my money. I'd been stupid to believe that he, a very handsome young man, would find me attractive."

She was now tearful, and my heart was breaking. I didn't know what to say to console her, so I just reached out and held her hand. Then the words came to me.

"You're wrong, Any man would be lucky to have you."

That got a smile from her, but it didn't last long.

"OK, so he was after my money, but he could at least have waited until he'd fucked me!"

After hearing that my face must have been a picture, because it made her laugh.

I let her finish, before asking, "So how did it end?"

"With him storming out of the restaurant, leaving me to pay the bill."

I muttered a few obscenities under my breath while thinking about what I'd like to do to him. That amused her.

"Now it's your turn."

She'd told it as it was, so she was going to get the same from me.

"I struck out as well. I thought that I'd be staying the night at her place, but I couldn't have been more wrong."

That got me a loving pat on the knee to encourage me to continue. It was a nice gesture and I appreciated it, even though it wasn't necessary.

"It started out OK. We were in a bar, not drinking heavily, just enjoying each other's company. However, when we were about to leave to go to her place, somebody came over to our table. Roxy made the introductions. He was Dave, an old friend of hers. Then I made the mistake of asking him to join us."

"And that's when it all went wrong?"

I nodded.

"From then on, all her attention was towards him. It was as if I didn't exist. When it got too much for me I told them that I was leaving. They didn't bother trying to convince me to stay. And I'll bet that they're now in bed together. That bastard has taken my place."

When you pour your heart out to somebody it's supposed to make you feel better, but not in this case. I still felt like a failure. I was a tough guy, full of confidence, but tonight my ego had been seriously bruised.

"At least we have each other."

Mother was right, it was more than a lot of people had. However, even though we loved each other dearly, we couldn't give each other what we desperately needed tonight, and what we'd been hoping we would get. Some hot sex!

As I got up from the sofa, to go to my bedroom, she said, "Let's watch a movie together."

I shook my head, I wasn't in the mood. I just wanted to be alone.

"Like we used to."

I asked, "In bed eating popcorn?"

"Yes, but we don't have any popcorn."

That brought back fond memories from when I was a child. That was our favourite pastime when Father was working late. The two of us snuggling up to each other, watching a movie that I'd picked, while eating a giant bowl of popcorn.

Thinking about that made me smile. Both of us needed cheering up so we should do it.

"OK, but I still get to choose."

That made her laugh, a genuine one, and it was nice to hear.

When we got to her bedroom she started unbuttoning her top.

"We'll be more comfortable in just our underwear."

We would, and if she was happy with that then I was as well.

"These buttons can be tricky, will you please help me with them?"

Not a problem, I could do that. However, I soon realised that it was a problem!

We were now facing each other, close together, my eyes on her impressive breasts. Her blouse was tight, and even with just the first button already undone she was displaying an impressive cleavage. That was exciting me even though I didn't want it to. The next one was easy, but I was struggling with the third one. When I eventually managed it, her blouse opened up, revealing her low-cut bra. I gulped. I should never have agreed to this. But I had, so I needed to get on with it. As soon as I'd popped the last one she took her blouse off.

"This is the bra that I wore for him. Do you like it?"

Like it, I loved it. But I loved what it was covering, her big tits, even more.

"It's OK," was my nonchalant reply, but her smile told me that she knew how I really felt about her underwear. And she couldn't have failed to notice that I'd been admiring her tits.

Thankfully, she didn't ask me to help her with her short skirt, that would have been too much for me. However, my blood pressure went up dramatically when I got a good look at her panties before she got into bed. I say panties, but they were more like a thong.

I chose Dirty Dancing, more for her rather than me, it's one of her all-time favourites. That pleased her. At first, there was space between us, but when she turned over to lie on her side, I did the same, and then I moved closer so that I could snuggle up to her.

"That's nice, I like it. And you can put your arm around me if you want to."

I did want to, and when it was around her waist it brought us even closer together. Now our position was more intimate because we were spooning. But that was OK, just a Mother and Son cuddling each other. Nothing more than that. It was, as it should be, completely innocent.

My eyes were still on the movie, but I was becoming more aware of my Mother. I was enjoying the heat from her body. And with each breath her orange blossom perfume filled my nostrils. Because of that, and also were my hand was, I started thinking about her in ways that I shouldn't. Not as my Mother, but as an attractive woman. Even wishing the impossible, that she could be my girlfriend.

That's when it became embarrassing.

Unsurprisingly, what had been limp before, was now expanding, and I was desperately trying to stop it. But it was no use, it had a mind of its own. When it poked into her, I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me. What a day. Rejected by Roxy, then kicked out of bed by my Mother for highly inappropriate behaviour. I braced myself for the inevitable. Some harsh words, then my marching orders. But surprisingly, that didn't happen!

She did nothing. Perhaps she hadn't noticed it? That wasn't possible though. It wasn't a monster cock, but it was a decent size. Definitely nothing to be ashamed of. And we're not talking about a feeble erection, it was a full-on boner that was rock-hard. Hard enough to club someone to death with.

I was relieved, she must be cutting me some slack, Ignoring it, hoping that it would eventually go down. That was my Mother, a caring person. Not wanting to say anything because it would hurt my feelings.

"James will you please unfasten my bra. It's more comfortable for me when it's off."

Being in bed together with her in just skimpy underwear was borderline inappropriate, but being in bed with her when she was topless, was definitely something we shouldn't be doing. However, that didn't stop me from unfastening it. As soon as I'd finished she took it off.

We were under the covers, with her on her side facing away from me, so I couldn't see her big tits. And no part of my body was touching them. But just knowing that they were exposed, was exciting me more than I thought was possible. I was now breathing heavily and my heart was pounding in my chest. My rock-hard cock was never going to go down without receiving some attention. It would stay like that until I climaxed. I should go to my room and jerk off. And I would, after enjoying a few more minutes of being with her.

When my hand touched her breast, I swear that it was accidental. Moving it higher up her body had been a subconscious action. I'd done it without thinking. As soon as I'd realised where it was I quickly moved it back to her waist, and then I said sorry.

After chuckling, she said, "I wish he'd done that."

Thankfully, it had amused her rather than freaked her out. And to reassure me that everything was OK between us, she placed her hand on mine and then she patted it. She kept it there, and that was sensible because now it wasn't able to move to where it shouldn't.

It took me a while to notice, but when I did it shocked and excited me in equal measures. She was very slowly moving her hand, and while doing so she was taking mine with it. Gradually moving it towards her breast. I could easily stop her, but did I want to? No, I didn't, but was that a wise decision? Probably not, but I didn't care. We were sharing a moment, one that might become very special. And because I loved my Mother, I was willing to take it as far as she wanted.

As soon as my hand was touching the start of her breast, she removed hers. To continue was now up to me. She'd taken me to the line, and I needed to decide if I should cross it or not. My Mother had made it crystal clear to me what she wanted. That I should continue. But should I? I could think of countless reasons why I shouldn't, all of them sensible. However, I was going to discard all of them. Playing with her big tits was a temptation that I just couldn't resist!

I might only be nineteen years old, but I wasn't a shy virgin. I'd lost count of the number of tits that I'd fondled. Big ones and small ones, and all of them had excited me. This one, even though I had only just started, was almost too much for me. My blood pressure had gone through the roof, and I was taking in great gulps of air.

As I moved my hand over the curve of her impressive breast, she made a sound that was only just audible. One that was difficult to describe, but easy to interpret. She liked what I was doing. That encouraged me to be bolder. When my touch became firmer she uttered a low moan. She moaned again when I found her nipple, but this time a lot louder.

I'd seen her enough times in a bikini to know that she had big nipples. The outline of them being obvious through the thin material. However, it was only now, because I was stimulating one of them with my fingers, making it swell significantly, that I got to appreciate its true size. The urge to roll her over and greedily suck on it was almost overpowering. But I had the good sense to not do that. Yes, I was touching her intimately, more than a Son should ever touch their Mother, but I knew instinctively that it wouldn't take much for the spell to be broken. Going too far too quickly would make her come to her senses, and then she would end it. Our 'minor' indiscretion over, never to be repeated and never talked about. I didn't want that to happen, I wanted to continue, I wanted to take this as far as possible. Perhaps even achieving the ultimate prize. Fucking her.

The volume on the television was quite loud, but at times Mother was matching it. She wasn't shy, preferring to be vocal rather than holding back. As I rolled her impressive nipple between a finger and thumb, she was responding by moaning loudly. I liked that, a woman that wasn't afraid to show how much she was enjoying sex. But if she was like that now, with only her tits being played with, what would she be like when her pussy got some attention?

There was only one way to find out!

The progression of my hand from her waist to her breast had been a slow one. Going back down again was quicker, but I was still giving her enough time to stop me if she wanted to. But as expected, she didn't. I got back to her waist without her protesting. And then, to encourage me to go down even further, she raised her knee. That made me smile. It was so high up that it blocked my view of the television. That should have been annoying, but watching Dirty Dancing was the last thing on my mind. It's a good movie, no, it's a great one, but it can't compete with a woman offering her pussy to me, especially when that woman is my Mother.

The first touch was tentative, a single finger moving over her special place with little pressure, but it was enough to make her gasp. The next one probed deeper, feeling the contours of her pussy through the thin material of her skimpy panties. That got a sort of purring sound from her. Hearing it made my cock twitch. Her bra and panties were a matching set, in pristine condition when she'd put them on. Now though, I knew, because I could feel the wetness of them, her panties were no longer clean. They were heavily stained with her womanly juices. A sign of how excited she was. And I was confident that she was excited enough, that if I was to try to take her panties off, then she would let me.

With the expectation that she wouldn't resist, I pulled on one side of them. There was very little movement. They were never coming off until she closed her legs. When she realised what my intention was, her hands were on them. As I hoped she would, she was going to take them off herself. It was done quickly, a sign of how eager she was for us to continue. And when she'd finished she lay on her back. A better position for fingering her. When my hand went between her legs she opened them, giving me access to her sweet pussy. Because of how we were, her on her back and me still on my side, my other hand could play with her tits.

I was supposed to be in bed with Roxy, and when that hadn't happened it had been a crushing blow. But as they say, every cloud has a silver lining. In this case, it was the pleasure of fondling my Mother's impressive tits and fingering her even more impressive pussy. It was definitely my lucky day!

Her pussy wasn't just wet, it was dripping. That was allowing the two fingers that were inside her to move effortlessly in and out. When they went deep into her, up to the knuckles, her moaning stopped, replaced by a loud groan.

"This is sooooo good."

That startled me, and I was also surprised, because of how excited she was, that she was still able to speak.

"Dirty Dancing."

She was keeping up the pretence that we weren't doing anything other than watching a movie together. That was silly, but if that's what she wanted then I was happy to go along with it.

"It is, but it's going to get even better when it gets to the end. Don't you love a good climax?"

"Oh, I do, and I can't wait for it to happen."

That was her telling me that I needed to hurry up, that I needed to make her come.

To prolong the excitement, for her and for me, I'd kept away from her clit. Content with tweaking her swollen nipples and fingering her juicy pussy. Now it was time to give her jewel in the crown some serious attention. It was easy to find, even with her large labia, because it was out of its hood, standing proud. It had been waiting patiently and now it was going to get its reward.

When my finger slid across it, she gave a little shudder. I rubbed it again, but this time with more pressure.

"You're such a good boy."

That made me smile. She often said that to me when I was doing a household chore for her. However, this was different. This time she was praising me for rubbing her clit. And that was something that I was going to continue doing until I'd finished her off.

She wasn't just noisy she was also animated. Pushing her pussy upwards against my fingers, at times so violently, that her bottom was briefly raising up from the bed. I'd stopped playing with her tits, instead, concentrating on her clit, taking her towards an orgasm. And it was working. It could only be seconds away.