It seemed innocent at first. My mother Jane lived in her own condo after the divorce. She had had her share of boyfriends but none lasted very long. So it seemed like the proper thing to do. I mean, ask mom if I, her only child and single guy aged 29, could take her to dinner and a movie one Friday night.
When I got to her condo and rang the bell, I was pleased to see her wearing her long blond hair down, her black dress modest, black sheer stockings, and black pumps. I hugged her and her perfume sent my senses to another place altogether.
Her smile, set off beautifully with the perfect makeup and red lipstick, thrilled me in a way a son should not be thrilled by his mother. I had a steady girlfriend, but she never would wear anything sexy for me anymore. So my eyes delighted in this vision of beauty standing before me.
"My, don't you look handsome tonight."
"Mom, you're making me blush. And you are even more beautiful than the last time I visited." My reply was lame, but I was struggling with my emotions, or was it my hormones?
"Well son, let's get going. We have dinner reservations, and I want to make sure we get to the movie on time."
She swept past me and waited on the landing. Her hair fell to the middle of her back. She was the most feminine vision I had ever seen. I held out my arm. She interlaced hers with mine.
"Oh my, what a gentleman."
"Only for the most beautiful lady in the city!"
She giggled. We carefully negotiated the stairs and walked to my car, a red 2 seater Fiat. I held the door for her. As she sat down, her dress revealed a hint of stocking top before she hastily pulled the hem back down over her knees.
Stop think she's so sexy! She's your mother. Think of Susan, your girlfriend. As I did, I pictured Susan climbing into our bed with flannel pajamas, no longer the short baby dolls that used to turn me on.
Our dinner was uneventful. The food was adequate. We shared a bottle of nice red wine. I only had two glasses. After all, I was the driver.
As we drove to the theaters, something happened. My car is a stick shift. As I went through the gears, my right hand accidentally brushed against mom's left leg. Three times. The third time she said, "Getting fresh with me, young man?"
"No. It was not my fault. I just..."
Saved by the parking lot. As she got out of the car, she stumbled a bit, and I caught her in my arms.
"Sorry, Sam. I'm a teeny bit dizzy. From the wine I think."
I kept my arm around her waist to steady her as we walked. I felt her breast press against me. My cock responded. Against my will. Against all common sense. Against social norms. I felt emboldened.
"That's all right, Jane. I'll take care of you. I'll protect you."
I thought she would rebel against my words. Instead, I felt her lean against me.
"Thanks, Sam. It's been a long time since I had a man be protective of me. It feels good."
We sat in the last row of the theater. I could tell she didn't feel like walking much further. And the privacy was nice, too. The theater was less than a third full. No one sat within five rows of us. As she sat, she crossed her legs, and I was treated to another view of her legs, this time two inches above the knee. And it was at that very moment, of course, that she happened to look at me.
"Oh, Sam. When you called me Jane instead of mom, I know I should have corrected you. But it somehow felt right. I liked the way it sounded. Your voice has always thrilled me. And hearing you say my name like you did made me feel weak at the knees. That's why I crossed my legs just now. So you could see my knees. I saw you trying to look at my legs at the restaurant. I'm glad you're getting a better view now."
Just then, the lights in the theater dimmed. Her words gave me confidence. I felt strong. In charge. Protective. I lifted up the arm rest that was between us. Some primal messages were being sent from my brain to my body. I put my arm around her and pulled her close. She sighed, and half closed her eyes. I knew the sign.
My lips found hers. As we kissed, I savored the flavor of her lipstick, reveled in the essence of her scent, then slowly licked her lips. They parted. The first barrier was crossed. Our tongues touched. Gently at first. Then they wrestled. Scraped against each other. I heard her moan. Another sign.
I took her hand, beautiffuly manicured and small and ladylike, and pressed it against my hard cock. She suddenly broke our kiss.
"Oh, Sam. I had to breathe." Her hand began a slow up and down motion over my cock. Another sign. I looked into her eyes. I saw love and lust mixing together. My breathing was ragged now, but not so impaired that I couldn't whisper in her ear, "I love you, Jane." I sucked her ear lobe and was rewarded with a groan. My tongue explored her ear and I felt her unzipping my pants. My free hand stroked her nylon clad knee. I pushed the hem of her dress higher. I was in control. I was taking what i wanted. What she wanted. What I realized now we both so desperately needed. My hand reached the top of her nylons and I felt her cool smooth flesh.
Her hand released my hard cock from its prison and it sprang to attention. Her experienced fingers did their magic. Mine did the same as I reached down into her panties and felt the silky soft pubic hairs guarding the entranceway to heaven.
