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A Date With MomA DATE WITH MOM(by Eros!)My friend Tamara had told me that the only people who took outpersonal ads in our local weekly were “horny yuppies with more moneythan brains.”However, I had recently finalized my divorce after twenty-sevenyears of marriage, and I simply didn’t know how to play the moderndating game. Besides, I could think of a lot worse things than a manwith a fat wallet, a lonely cock, and an empty head.One advertisement called to me again and again: “Good-lookingprofessional, 26, who enjoys romantic encounters in dark theaterswith mature women who remember the days of candlelight and roses.Let’s share a bottle of fine, properly aged wine together and discussour interests.”Tamara groaned when I pointed it out to her. “Kim, you’re oldenough to be that man’s mother,” she said as she jabbed her scarletfingernail at the number 26. It was true, alas. I didn’t like toremember it, but my own son was exactly that age.”Well, he does say he likes mature women,” I said.”Kim, to a boy of 26, 47 isn’t mature, it’s ancient! Either that,or he’s looking for a sugar mama. Why don’t you let me set you upwith my cousin Brian!”Cousin Brian, I remembered, had hunched shoulders and looked adecade older than his fifty years.”No, thanks. Tamara. I think I’m going to check this one out.”I sent him a cautious note, along with a photograph that showed mybody from the neck down. Maybe I was being TOO cautious, but I wasn’tready to have naked photos of myself circulating around town with myreal face or name attached! I reasoned that a good, long look at mylean, well-maintained figure would he enough to tell the man what heneeded to know.A couple of weeks passed, and then I found a note in my mailboxtelling me to drop by a certain club any Tuesday for the next month.”I’ll be the one with the silver wine bucket,” he promised.”Don’t go.” Tamara said. “You haven’t even talked to him on thephone. Are you crazy!””Look,” I said. “We’re meeting in a public place. I’ll just steala look at him and if I don’t like what I see, I’ll leave. No worries,right!?”Tamara just shook her head as I shimmied into a tight white skirtthat she couldn’t have worn since the summer of ’67. It wasn’t fairthat I had such a firm, small belly since I’d had a k** and Tamarahadn’t, but hey. That’s the breaks. Anyway, I didn’t need to fussmuch with my appearance. I slicked on some coral lipstick and steppedinto a pair of white, high-heeled sandals and I was ready to go.The club was moderately crowded. I scanned several busy tables fora minute before I saw the one in the corner where a man sat alonewith a silver bucket and a bottle of wine. Although I was looking athim from behind, where I could see nothing but the blonde curl thathung down like an inverted question mark from the back of his short,thick hair. I knew it was Matthew. My own son!Just then he turned and saw me. Our eyes met across the crowdedbarroom floor. I remembered the sexy fantasies I’d had whileslithering into my tight skirt, and I wasn’t willing to give up thedream. I felt a sudden moistness in my panties as I realized howhandsome my son really was.”Mom!” he said, getting up and coming across the floor. “What areyou doing here!”I laughed. “Well, Matt, I guess you invited me!”He flushed and then laughed as I explained. Somehow we wound uptucked in the corner table, where a waiter materialized to pour thewine. I could tell from his manner that he assumed that my son wasactually my lover, and the way I giggled when I tasted the expensivelibation did nothing to contradict that assumption.”I didn’t know you liked ‘mature’ women,” I said to Matt after thewaiter finally left.”I suppose I have you to thank for that.” He clicked his glass tomine. “You’re a beautiful woman, Mom. Beautiful, intelligent, atakum escort andsexy. I’ve often wondered where I would meet a woman as fine as you.”I felt flustered. We aren’t a family that’s much on compliments.Besides, Matt had suddenly slipped his hand into mine, squeezing it.I wasn’t really surprised when he then took my hand and placed itgently in his lap so that I could feel his crotch. “Just looking atyou in that skirt has me so hard, Mom,” he whispered. “I need to fuckso bad.””So do I,” I confessed. before I could stop myself. The feel ofMatt’s hard cock was like a d**g on me. My pussy was moisteningrapidly. I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to fuck my own son!”I know it’s wrong, Mom,” me whispered. “But I want you so badly!Maybe I always have.”He wrapped my fingers about the bulge in his pants andinstinctively I squeezed his erection. I was shocked at the size andstiffness of his prick. I couldn’t remember when I had felt a cock ofsuch prodigious proportions. My pussy was itching with a need to feelit between my legs.”Come home with me, Mom.” he whispered.My brain told me that it was wrong, but my body wasn’t listeninganymore. All I wanted right then was my son’s long hard cock fuckingmy neglected pussy.I didn’t remember much about the ride from the club to Matt’sapartment except the speed at which the streetlights flashed past. Ihad both hands inside his pants stroking his hard, throbbing cockwhile he was driving, and I’m afraid that they may have providedsomething of a distraction.When we reached his apartment, soft music came on. He’d wired theplace somehow so that it did that automatically. I was surprised atthe subtle eroticism of the recording he’d chosen. I suppose I’dexpected something crude and vulgar from a younger lover, even if hewas my own son. I should have known by now that Matt was a man ofexquisite good taste. He took me in his arms and danced with me,waltzing me around his hardwood floor. I kept hunching my hipsforward, eager to feel the hard lump in his trousers rub deliciouslyagainst my burning pussy.Despite his obvious desire for sex. Matt didn’t rush a thing. Hewas clearly the master of the show. When the song ended, he kissedme. Not the usual mother/son peck on the lips, a long, lingeringpassionate kiss that had my pussy bubbling with lust for him. Heslithered his tongue into my mouth. I sucked it gently and then alittle harder as I felt his hands drift down to unzip the back of mytight skirt.I tried to remember to pull off one or another of his articles ofclothing from time to time, but I was mostly letting him undress me.I was highly aroused, burning from the thrill of surrendering my bodyto the touch of my very own son.When we were naked, I made him step back so that I could look athis body… just look at it. He was so beautiful! His shoulders werebroad, his chest rippled with muscles, his belly flat, his hipstapered. His cock was long and thick. I was secretly afraid that Iwouldn’t be able to get all of it inside of me, but I sure as hellwas going to have a lot of fun trying.”It’s been a long time since I’ve had sex,” I told him.”I feellike a virgin with my own son.”Matt laughed.”Come here, Mom!”He took me into his arms and kissed me everywhere. The track ofhis wet tongue created a sensuous criss-cross pattern as it traversedthe sensitive flesh of my too-long-neglected body. I quivered,painfully close to orgasm and yet so terribly afraid that I couldn’ttake the blast of long-denied feeling, when he sealed his young lipsabout the small bud of my clitoris.”It’s all right, Mom,” he whispered, his warm breath tickling mypussy hair. “It’s all right. Let go and enjoy. I’m going to make youfeel so good.”He opened his mouth wider, so that he could simultaneously movehis atakum escort bayan tongue down to my cuntslit while he continued to suck gently onmy clitty button. I bucked my hips up in total abandon. Having myhandsome young son eating my cunt like this was so deliciously dirtyI knew I wouldn’t last long before I came all over his tongue. Myknees wobbled. I wasn’t going to be able to remain standing if heinsisted on giving me much intense pleasure.But Matt was way ahead of me. Standing up, he took me by the handand led me back to his bedroom. I’d never been there before, neverstolen a glimpse at the masculine darkness of his heavy antiquefour-poster and black satin sheets. I felt as if I were going to bedwith a stranger as my son tenderly lay me down and spread my thighs,eyeing of my juicy-wet cuntslit like a starving man.”I want to suck you too, baby,” I finally said, remembering theincredible hardness of that wonderfully large cock of his. I wasstill afraid that I couldn’t handle all of it, but I desperatelywanted to try.Matt turned around on top of me and planted his knees on eitherside of my face before returning his lips to my pussy. It was theclassic sixty-nine position, something his father hadn’t much caredfor. My son’s lingual enthusiasm was infinitely better than myhusband’s dutiful slurps.God, it was so intoxicating to be sucking on a prick that belongedto a man who was simultaneously licking out my pussy! That combinedwith the fact that the tongue in my cunt belonged to my own son, tome, was the ultimate turnon. I’d never been so aroused in my life!As I sucked his long, hard cock deep into my mouth, I felt thedeep stirrings of a long-delayed orgasm. I was so afraid that I wasgoing to explode right into my son’s face. But how could I hold backwhen he slipped his tongue that extra inch inside of me and pressedhard on some secret erogenous zone I had no idea I even possessed!I’d meant to show a fraction more control, but it was hopeless. Ierupted in my first tongue-generated climax in a decade.When he realized that I was cumming, Matt actually grew moreexcited. I suppose he could have forced himself to re-double thespeed of his cartwheeling tongue, but he couldn’t have faked thesudden extra dose of steel-hard stiffness in the prick he washunching into my mouth.My son was honestly aroused by the sweet, sticky taste of his ownmother’s cum. My own tongue had gotten a little clumsy because I hadto keep gasping for breath around the thick plug of Matt’soverstuffed cock. Suddenly, he went rigid above me. I recognized thesigns instantly and reached up to grab his cute butt, pulling himdown so that he could shoot all that lovely hot sperm deep into mythroat.We rested quietly for s few minutes in that position, my son’shalf-hard cock still between my lips. I savored one of my favoritesexual treats, a treat I’d almost forgotten over the years…. thefeeling of a man’s prick getting hard again. It would probably bedifficult for anyone except another woman to understand howpowerfully excited it made me feel to know that I had my own son’scock swelling in my mouth at the simple touch of my tongue.”I want to fuck you, Mom,” Matt whispered.I hated to let his cock slip from my mouth for even so much as afraction of a second, but I knew that he wanted to hear me say it.”I want it too, son,” I told him.”‘Please, Matt. Fuck yourmother’s hot pussy! Fuck me good!”He raised his big, masculine body from mine long enough to turnhimself around into the proper position between my open thighs. Ilifted my legs up and wide as I took him in the classic missionaryposition. The hairy, swollen lips of my pussy trembled as I felt thehead of his massive cockhead start to spread them open. Was I womanenough to take a man escort atakum like this! My own son was hung like a stud horseand I was to be his filly. Would my poor, neglected cunt stretch asmuch as it needed to! Or would Matt split me in two with hisincredibly thick weapon.”It’s alright, Mom,” Matt whispered, sensing my fear. “I know thatI’m larger than average, and definitely much bigger than Dad, solet’s just take it slow and easy.”His voice was a soothing sing-song that relaxed me like he washypnotizing me. My pussy stretched a little more and Matt slippedanother inch inside of me. He never hurried. No matter how desperateI grew, no matter how wildly I rubbed my heels against his broadback, no matter how madly I whimpered into his ears, he took me atantalizing inch at a time. It was the technique that another manmight have used to fuck a woman’s asshole, entering me so slowly thatI couldn’t help but open wide as my muscles ached to pull him inmore.”Fuck me, Son! Fuck me, Matt! Don’t hold back. Give me the wholething!”And then he’d done it. I felt the head of his massive cock rubbingsensuously at the back wall of my swamp-wet pussy while my tremblingpelvis squirmed against the flat muscle of his hard belly. The entirelength of my son’s incredible prick was buried inside of me!My cunt was full, fuller than it had ever been before and it feltwonderful. I moved with him as Matt began to fuck me with a slow,steady rhythm. I was being fucked by my own son! My own son’s cockwas pumping in and out of my cunt, my little boy’s prick wasstretching me, filling me, making my clit tingle and throb with thepromise of orgasms like I’d never experienced before.Matt had the consummate control that I would expect, and yet hadnever received from a much older man. I quickly discovered that Icould buck and jerk my hips beneath him as violently as I wished,letting myself surrender to orgasm after orgasm without restraint.My son just kept pumping away, and there was never a moment when Ihad to be afraid that he’d come too soon. The satin sheets were asoaking wet swamp that smelled strongly of jism and cunt-juice whenwe finally collapsed, my son’s happy prick still inside of me.”Jesus, baby! Who taught you how to fuck like that!” I asked.sighing deeply.”I guess you did, Mom, since I’ve never fucked like that before.”His tongue stroked the curve of my ear, and I felt my bellyquiver. I wanted him again! I wanted my son to fuck me till Idropped! Soon, soon, we would be entwined in yet another deliciouslyi****tuous fuck. I reached for his cock and looked up into his eyes.”How long can you keep this thing hard, darling”, I husked, “Mommywants to fuck you all night long.”Matt slipped two fingers into my juicy, wet slit and rubbed myclit, a devilish grin on his handsome young features. His cock wasgrowing in my hand.”Why don’t we find out,” he smiled, finger-fucking my hot hole. “Idon’t think you’ll be disappointed, Mom.”When I slipped away from his bed at dawn, I felt a pleasant achedeep in my pussy, but I was totally satisfied. He HAD fucked me allnight, in every possible position, and in every possible orifice.Some I’d secretly longed to try, like getting a cock up my ass forthe first time, and some I’d never even heard of, although Matt hadobviously perfected them on some lucky young girl.My son was a wonderful lover, undoubtedly the most talented I’dever had, and I knew that despite the fact that he was my own son, Isimply had to continue the relationship we’d started. After samplingmy son’s talented young prick I was certain that I wouldn’t be ableto do without it for a single night.At work, Tamara smirked when she asked me how my date had gone.”Oh, you wouldn’t believe it,” I said. “The guy turned out to bemy own son!”She laughed. “Can I say ‘I told you so!'””Go ahead! Say it.” I said putting on a sad face.But I was smiling a secret smile. Tamara never suspected for asecond that I spent a night of unbridled fucking and sucking with myown son!I wonder if I should tell her?THE END

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