The snow was coming down pretty hard all night and into the next day, the next day being Valentines Day. My mother got the phone call early that morning that my father would not be able to make it homes due to the storm. My mother also blew my plans out of the water when she told me it would not be safe for me to take my girlfriend out either.
A little about me and my mother, my mother's name is Amy, she is blonde, five foot seven, her legs are long and muscular. She has a very nice body as well, her ass is well rounded and her breasts are an incredible 38dd, I found out from snooping in her dirty laundry one day. She is a very sexy, forty-year-old mother of two, my older sister is going to college out of state. Myself I'm eighteen, I go to the local community college, I never considered myself to be good looking or bad looking, just average. It is funny to admit, but after showering with my dad at the gym my best feature would have to be my cock, I could tell mine was longer and thicker than my fathers.
Seeing how my mother is naturally endowed with big breasts, the same thing must have happened to me with my cock.
Well back to my story, I sat in my room most of the day, dejected that I would not be able to take my girlfriend out. When I called her up on the telephone earlier, she agreed with my mother that it would not be a good night to go out. I must have dozed off out of sheer boredom when my mother came into my room and woke me up.
"Johnny wake up." She said to shake my arm.
"Hey mom, what's the matter?" I asked groggily.
"I have an idea that will help make up Valentines Day for the both of us, with your dad out of town and you not able to see your girlfriend, I have taken the time to make us a wonderful romantic dinner. I want you to shower, shave and wear whatever it is you were going to wear for your date and I will do the same, meet me at my room at seven o clock." My mother explained.
I had to admit her idea did sound fun and it would not be that bad, my is attractive, she cooks well and she dressed sexily whenever she went out with my dad. So I did as I was told, I showered, then shaved my stubble, then I put on a dress shirt and a pair of slacks, then my dress shoes. I sprayed on my cologne and then I knocked on my mother's door at seven o clock. My mom did not disappoint me, she wore a short black, a tight cream colored silk blouse, her scent from her perfume was intoxicating and she wore her five inch heels, which made her even with me being six feet.
"Wow, Mom you sure look great tonight." I stammered nervously.
"Tonight, because your father and I can't be together and you and your girlfriend can't be together you can call me Amy and I will call John. This is a one night only thing so John would you like to escort me to dinner?" My mother asked.
"Yes Amy that would be very nice." I said to take her arm.
I led her downstairs, my mother must have snuck down earlier, she had everything going, soft music, candles, chilled wine. The table was already set with some fancy chicken dish she knew how to make, potatoes and veggie.
I pulled out the chair for her and helped her sit down before taking my seat, then we drank wine and made small talk as if we were on a real date. After we finished the main course, my mother was going to excuse herself to get us some dessert, I stopped her as she got up.
"Amy before dessert would, you do me the honor of one slow dance?" I asked.
"I would be honored John." She replied.
Instead of the usual mother-son type dance I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close to me. She wrapped her arms around my neck, I could smell the honeysuckle shampoo in her hair and the perfume she wore was creating quite a stir in my pants. I was also delightfully amused that her breasts when pressed up against me did not feel spongy and soft, but firm and hard.
After our dance she got our dessert and we sat down and ate it, we also killed the bottle of wine, then my mother suggested leaving the dishes and going into the living room to watch a romantic movie. My mother poured us a couple Cognacs and we settled on the couch, we found a movie and cuddled together sipping the booze and watching the film.
The movie was romantic, the booze and having such a sexy woman next to me was getting to be too much. So I decided to test the waters, I gently slid my arm from down off the back of the couch, slid it between my mother's arm and rested it on her flat stomach. She only let out a soft sigh and snuggled even closer to me, I slid my hand up her stomach and let it come to rest on one of the large mounds of her breasts.
"John, what are you doing?" She asked not removing my hand.
"Sorry Amy, you look so sexy I could not resist touching you." I said.
"John's I would not mind if you kissed me, we are on a date and it is the most romantic day of the year." She said finally moving my hand off of her firm tit.
"I would love to kiss you Amy." I leaned down and gave my mother a kiss.
At first the kisses were just a few soft, wet romantic pecks, but then it erupted into a full-blown make out sessions. We were kissing passionately on the couch, but my mother however stopped my wandering hands. Every time I would touch her breasts or move my hand too far up her leg she would move it away. My mother was giving the hottest sexual experience of my life yet she being a big tease as well. Finally you could hear the ending credits music play and the movie was over, my mother stopped the kissing as well.
