When I was 17, I thought I had found true love. Little did I know, I had only found true lust. After months of resisting, I finally made love to Jim in the back seat of his Ford Falcon. I never heard from him again after that night. He pumped my belly full of semen and then took me home. I had lost my virginity to an absolute jerk. Three weeks later, I missed my period...
My parents nearly killed me when they found out, but they supported me, helped me go to college and today, I am successful and happy. My little angel, David, is my pride and joy. While I regret ever laying eyes on his father, he is the greatest joy in my life. He's grown up so fast. He had to grow up without a father. I never really dated after his father knocked me up and left me.
Sadly, the last time I got laid was when I got pregnant with him. I guess you could say that I have some serious trust issues. I was so proud when David graduated 1st in his class from high school. After the graduation ceremony I came running up to him and threw my arms around my baby. A tear was running down my cheek as I said "You're a man now baby, I'm so proud of you!"
"Thanks Mom, I love you."
"I love you too baby," I whispered into his ear. I must say that he grew up into one gorgeous man. Sometimes, when we go out, I link arms with him and tell him to call me Susan, instead of Mom, so that people will think I was able to land such a hunk.
"I'm taking you out tonight son, anywhere you like."
"Great Mom, let's go downtown and see what we can find."
"Alright, but let's go home first, I want to change into something fun," I said to him with a smile.
When we got home, I kissed his cheek and said, "Why don't you go get dressed up and we'll go some place fancy."
He rolled his eyes and said "Ok Mom, whatever you want," with an adorable smirk. Naturally, he was ready before I was. As he began to get impatient, he called upstairs "Mom, come on, I'm hungry. I'm not exactly the President you know. You don't have to get all gussied up." As he was finishing his sentence I slipped out of my bedroom door and walked to the top of the stairs. "Mom will you hurrrrrrrr, holy cow..." as he glanced up at me.
"How do I look?" I asked, knowing the answer, but still wanting to hear the answer. "Are you kidding?" he asked.
"You look hot!" he exclaimed. "Sorry," he said "that didn't come out quite right."
I was thinking, "actually, that came out perfectly." Now, I would not say that I'm a goddess, but I rather like the way I look. I exercise regularly. My legs are my best trait. They are firm and long and give way to my smooth hips and firm waist. My breasts are not huge, a large B or small C, depending on the bra, and they have not begun to sag much. My nipples are small, but perky, and very sensitive. My long brown hair cascades down to the middle of my back, when I don't put it up. Usually I have it up, so when I walked out of the bedroom with it flowing freely, David was taken a little aback. I was wearing a form fitting black dress that came to just past mid-thigh, black high heels, black stockings, and my favorite diamond earring/necklace set.
I walked down the steps to my son and took my hand to the bottom of his chin to push up his gaping mouth. Giving him a gentle kiss on the lips I said "Ready to go?"
"Uh, yyyeah," he uttered. We got in my Mercedes and headed downtown to a wonderful restaurant called Gianelli's. I ordered a bottle of wine and two glasses and we both ordered our meal. "But Mom, I'm only eightte..."
Interrupting him I put my hand up and said, "Thank you, that'll be all" to the waiter. With an understanding smile, the waiter left to get the wine. "I said earlier that you're a man now David" I said with a playful smile. We talked for hours, eating, drinking, and enjoying each other's company for the first time as adults. By the end of the evening, the wine was starting to hit me. I paid the bill and handed the keys to David. "Can you drive home baby?" I said.
"Sure Mom" he whispered with a smile. As he was helping me into the car I stopped and looked at my beautiful boy. I guess the alcohol was making me brave. I kissed him on the lips and held it. It wasn't a porno kiss, but it was more than a mother-son kiss. We broke the kiss and looked at each other with mutual surprise. We didn't say anything, but got into the car and started for home.
As he opened the front door for me, he stepped back to let me go first. I felt his hand on the small of my back and paused. Our eyes met again, and I think we both knew what was happening. When the door closed behind him, I had my back to him. I could feel his eyes on my body. I turned and without a word took a step to meet him. My arms wrapped around his big shoulders and I kissed him passionately. His strong arms wrapped around me and we both knew that we had wanted this for so long.
I felt his tongue brush my lips and I thought, "I'm going to make love to my son!" I opened my mouth and our tongues met. After just a moment we were kissing like crazed lovers, panting, moaning, and moving our hands all over each other.
I broke the kiss and look into his eyes. "Baby, if you want to stop, it's ok. I don't want you to feel like you have to."
David looked back at me and said, "Make love to me, Mom." We kissed some more and he picked me up. He set me down as we reached the door to my room and I pulled him by his tie over to the bed.
To say that I was getting wet would be like saying the Titanic sprung a little leak. I pushed him down to sit on the bed and took a step back. The lamp light was dim, but bright enough that he could see me clearly. I reached back and slowly unzipped my dress. As it slid down my body, I was slowly revealed to him. There I stood, in a black lace see-thru bra, matching thong panties, thigh-high stockings, and a garter belt.
