A warm mother-son date

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My name is Tom, and I come from the American Midwest. I am 20 years old, a college student, and come from a well-off family living in the suburbs .

I have two younger sisters, Mary and Lisa, who are both still in high school. My father, James, is a banker who spends most of his time
working long hours in his office. My mother, Rachel, works as an instructor at the local gym.

I spend most of my time studying, watching TV, or going to parties with friends. Sometimes I go out on dates with girls
. I'm pretty good-looking and popular with girls, but sometimes things don't go smoothly.

The story begins a while ago. One time, my girlfriend was furious about something I did and stormed out of my house. I never imagined that her views
were so different from mine.

One time, we were lying together watching TV. After a while, I started touching her thigh. At first, she didn't object, and I thought she liked it. But
unexpectedly, she suddenly pushed me away, slapped me, and yelled that I was a pig. Then she ran out of the room and left my house. I was initially furious and wanted to chase after her to confront
her, but then I thought it wasn't worth it, so I sat down and calmed down.

An hour later, I was reading my sociology textbook in the kitchen. Mom came home from the gym; she usually stays there after work for her own
workout, and today was no exception. But most of the time, I rarely greet her at home.

At first, I almost didn't recognize her. Mom walked in still in her work clothes, which were completely soaked from exercising. She was wearing
a blue sports bra that barely contained her full breasts. Tight cycling shorts accentuated her shapely, long legs. Her long brown hair was tied
back, so I could see her beautiful face without any obstruction.

I think you could call her a stunning beauty without exaggeration, but I can't think that way. For God's sake, she is, after all, my biological mother.

Hi, Mom!

She was a little surprised. "Oh, hi! Honey, what are you doing at home so early on Friday night? No passionate date?"

I gave her a friendly smile and shrugged. "I want to stay home and do my homework tonight." I couldn't tell her that I'd just had a huge fight with Heather and was currently
in pain and needed some comfort.

"Hmm, where is the rest of the family?"

"Dad's not back yet. Mary and Lisa might be on a date or something."

"So it'll just be the two of us tonight, mother and son. That's a pretty good change."

"Of course." Good heavens, Mom looks so hot! In the kitchen, Mom told me how busy she'd been lately, reaching into the cupboard for a plate and bending
down to look for something, giving me a glimpse of her breathtaking breasts and buttocks.

Under these circumstances, it's really hard for me not to associate sex with my mother. Besides, Mom is only 37 years old and a
fitness instructor who exercises regularly. Also, she's truly beautiful, more beautiful than any other mother her age, and even as her son, I find it difficult to control my impulses.

"My son and I haven't gotten together in a long time. It's so wonderful to be able to have dinner and a good chat with him! We need to prepare a proper
dinner!"

"I think so, Mom. I've been so busy with final exams and other things lately that I haven't had much time to spend with my family."

"I feel the same guilt as you. Work at the club keeps me so busy that I'm exhausted every day when I get home. How's your dad doing lately?
"

We smiled at each other. I put down my book and helped her set the table and prepare dinner. After a long preparation, dinner was finally ready, and my mother and I sat down
to eat together.

It's so nice to be able to have a long chat with my mother, longer than usual. I used to chat with her a lot when I was little, but over the years we've both become so busy
.

She told me about her fun experiences at the gym and how she trains. I, in turn, told her about my school life and studies. We
also talked about how I planned my summer vacation.

I told her I wanted to exercise, and I asked if I could go to the club if I had time. She was very happy that I
was interested in things related to her, and she told me I could visit her anytime I was free. So this became my plan after school was suspended.

After dinner, we cleared the dishes together. I went back to my textbooks, while Mom went upstairs to shower and change. I
was a little disappointed that my mother wouldn't be wearing her work clothes tonight, but the thought of her showering made my penis start to stir.

I tried to focus on my textbook, but it wasn't easy. Listening to the sound of water from the bathroom, I started imagining Mom lathering herself with
soap, beginning with her perfect breasts, then moving to her flat stomach, slender legs, and lovely buttocks, then sliding down to her crotch and…

"Hi, son!"

"Wow!? Oh, hi! Dad..." He interrupted my incestuous fantasy. You scared me.

"I'm sorry, child, I think I know what you're thinking."

"What?!" I was taken aback, feeling shocked and ashamed because he had seen right through me. But how could he possibly know?

"You went on a date with Heather again, didn't you?" I had clearly overreacted to her earlier speculation. "She's making you overthink things again, son."

"She is, Dad." He had no idea that when I answered, I was referring to his wife, my mother.

"Studying hard again? Keep up the good grades, son. The final exams will be over soon, and I know you'll do very well." He patted my back and then
went upstairs.

"Thanks, Dad."

All night long, I tried to focus on my studies, but I kept thinking about my alluring mother. How tempting would her naked body look?
Or the image of her sucking on a penis—my penis, of course. I couldn't stop fantasizing about her warm, wet vagina. Oh God!

Finally, I decided to distract myself by watching TV. After all, fantasizing about blaspheming my own mother was wrong; it was utterly
morbid. What kind of son am I? How could I have such filthy thoughts?

I turned on the Disney Channel, and it was showing Donald Duck Marathon, which is exactly what I need—some healthy and wholesome cartoons.

The cartoons continued playing, and soon my sisters returned. We chatted briefly, and then they went upstairs to sleep.
After watching a few more cartoons, I worried that my laughter would wake them, so I decided to go to bed. I went downstairs to my bedroom in the basement.

The next few weeks went by quickly. I tried my best to control myself and focused my energy on my studies, so I did very well on my final exams. In
the last week before summer vacation, there were many parties, and I had a lot of fun.

Although Heather went around telling everyone how much of a jerk I was, no one really believed her because they knew I wasn't like that. Although I secretly thought
he still liked me a little, it was all over, and I was increasingly letting it all go.

Summer vacation has finally begun. I found a job at Walmart in town, which I like because of its fixed hours and weekly pay
. I'm spending time with my friends as usual.

But then I suddenly remembered something. Before summer vacation, I had promised my mom I would go to the gym, intending to get back to my former healthy physique. But I knew that what I really
wanted was to see my mother's alluring workout clothes more often, those tight-fitting garments I fantasized about every sleepless night. I had promised my mother, and besides, I really
wanted to go, so I decided to put my promise into action.

I was a bit clumsy on the first night, so Mom took me on a tour of the club and showed me how to use the equipment to work out my muscles. Watching my mother diligently
using the different equipment, sweating profusely as she did various exercises, I couldn't help but feel a strong urge to mate with her again.

I made up my mind—I mean, I didn't believe it could be that difficult. This was just the first day, just the beginning. Once I knew how to use the gym
equipment, I wouldn't need Mom's guidance. Mom could instruct the other students and do her own routine.

On the second and third nights, I focused on muscle training. Weightlifting, running, and then sprinting in the basketball court and swimming pool. Sometimes I
would run into Mom on the walkway to the next facility, but I didn't have much time to cuddle with her, yet my mother still continuously drew me in.

I kept telling myself, "She's your mother, Tom. Not one of those ripe college girls waiting to be picked." But it was obvious that
Mom liked me coming to the gym; she'd even mentioned it on several occasions.

On the drive home, we'd enjoy some chocolate bars, milkshakes, or a big meal together, making it feel like we were on a date.

Then something unexpected happened. One evening, as my mother and I were leaving the gym, I was waiting for her to change outside the women's locker room
when Heather walked in from the entrance. I quickly turned my head away, hoping she wouldn't see me, but she did.

"Tom!" she almost screamed, calling my name. This wasn't the scene I'd hoped for. "Are you alright?"

"Hi, Heather! I'm fine." I didn't want to say anything more to her; I just wanted her to leave quickly.

"Aren't you getting stronger?" She grabbed my arm and squeezed my muscles. I knew I had gotten stronger, but I didn't think she needed to
do that.

"Thanks, I was just trying my best." I pulled my hand back forcefully. Then a miracle happened. Mom finally changed her clothes and came out of the dressing room.
She walked behind me, put her hand on my shoulder, and pushed Heather backward. Mom rescued me at the right time, but I didn't know what she was planning to do.

"Hi! I'm Heather. Who are you?" She looked a little jealous and angry, just like she always was.

Then Mom answered her: "I'm Tom's girlfriend, Rachel." I was stunned and couldn't believe Mom would say that.

Judging from the situation at the time, Heather was also quite shocked. She didn't know my mother's actual age, let alone that she was my mother. She was
more than ten times more beautiful than Heather! Even more stunning than any woman, comparable to any supermodel.

When Heather spoke again, I started to understand the situation. "Well, it's nice to meet you. I'm planning to invite Tom to a party at my house this weekend,
" she said, almost through gritted teeth.

"That sounds like a lot of fun, we'll go, won't we, honey?" I froze again. Mom really wanted to go to the party with me? I
managed to squeeze out a word, unsure what to say: "Yes...yes."

"Great, see you then." Heather said and went into the dressing room, while my mom and I walked towards the car outside.

We got in the car and started driving home. I broke the silence first, "Mom, what just happened? Are you okay?"

"Of course, darling, I'm fine." My mother giggled like a little girl. "I just rescued you, didn't I?" She touched my
hand in a motherly way. "It was so satisfying to stand there and watch Heather's predicament, wasn't it, darling?" She giggled again.

"Mom!?" I was a little surprised that she would answer like that.

"I knew you didn't like her anymore, so I tried to give you a way out, but who knew she'd invite us to a party?"

"Yes, we don't need to go to the party. You've already done enough. Thank you, Mom."

"You're welcome, son. But I'm going to a party; I want to relax this weekend, and you should come too. Besides, don't you want Heather to
be a little envious?"

"Oh my God! This is insane!" I decided to go. I was really excited about my weekend date with my mother. What would we do?
How would she react? I knew I'd only find out by the weekend. "But I think you're right, Mom."

Party night finally arrived. I was nervous, of course, and had been as restless as a leaf in the wind all day. My mother, on the other hand, was looking forward to a
wonderful night with her son. A gray area! A college party, an environment filled with heavy beer, dancing, and promiscuity—it all seemed so
wrong, but wasn't this what I'd always dreamed of?

I was all ready and waiting for Mom to come downstairs in the kitchen, my palms sweaty with the excitement of a first date. She called me from upstairs, so I prepared myself
; nothing in the world was more worth the wait than what I was about to see.

Mom came downstairs, wearing a barely-there black dress. My jaw nearly dropped. The skirt covered only
a quarter of her pink thighs, and the V-neck revealed a lot of alluring cleavage. Her hair was down, the waves framing her beautiful
, made-up face. She looked absolutely stunning! She clearly noticed my surprised expression and walked into the kitchen, smiling.

"How do you like it?"

"Wow!..." I could only manage to squeeze out that one word.

"I guess you like it," she said with a smile. "We have to make a good impression on those people, don't we?"

"Mom...Mom...look...it looks so beautiful. Are you really sure we want to do this? What will Dad say?"

"Oh, your dad went out of town. He won't mind. He'll just have some beer and dance around."

Once my excitement subsided a bit, I finally had the strength to stand. We got into the car and drove to the party location. We arrived quickly, and the place was already bustling with
activity; there were about a hundred people at Heather's house.

We went inside, and I didn't see many of my friends. I thought that was for the best, because maybe someone would recognize my mother, or maybe not, since
she was dressed so brightly and differently.

Mom was having a blast, sipping her beer like it was water and twirling around me like a ballerina. Everything seemed to be going quite smoothly, and I hadn't noticed anything amiss
. Heather, looking at her mother's tight dress, almost made her skin boil.

We danced to some upbeat songs and some nice slow ones. I'm sure Mom noticed the firm throbbing in my pants because we were so
close on the dance floor. But I figured it didn't matter, since we were both a little tipsy.

Some guys kept flirting with my mother, and she knew it all, which made her very happy. But it didn't matter to me; perhaps it was the alcohol
, or perhaps I was simply deeply attracted to my mother.

There were fewer people around, so she rested her head on my shoulder, and we danced to a slow, lyrical song. Placing my hands on her hips felt like being in heaven
. I could feel the results of her hard work at the gym, the countless hours she'd spent there, and I was embracing that beautiful, alluring
body. I wasn't entirely sure, but I could almost feel her nipples, firm and lightly touching my chest beneath her dress.

After a while, we decided to rest, and we sat on a sofa. My mother had held my hand for most of the evening, but now she had
her arms around my neck, like a couple in love. It was surprising, but this was just the beginning.

We held each other for a while and chatted. Meanwhile, several guys came up to invite her to dance, but she politely declined them all, saying that
the man in front of her was the only one she wanted. Good heavens, was she really serious about this fake relationship, or was she truly serious?

A few minutes later, I saw Heather and her new boyfriend walk into the house. She didn't see us, but she walked towards us and would see
us soon. Then my mother saw her too, and all I know is that Mom pulled me towards her and told me to kiss her. I hesitated a bit, so she took the initiative.

It was more like coercion; she pressed my lips to hers. At that moment, I let go of all inhibitions and passionately returned her kiss. Things were getting better and better
; Mom forced her tongue into my mouth, her hands gently stroking my head and back, accompanied by her excited moans, we kissed each other greedily. What was going on with Mom
? I was increasingly confused about how things were unfolding, and I almost ejaculated right there in my pants.

I was certain that Heather and her boyfriend had walked past us, unwilling to disturb our incestuous kiss. Good heavens, we were like two beasts in heat!
Thinking this, I instinctively calmed my desire, like a firefighter, and Mom and I confirmed that Heather had left.

Unexpectedly, Mom pulled me back to her, and we kissed again, even more passionately and intensely than the first time! We were on a
stranger's sofa, kissing passionately—something that shouldn't happen between a mother and son—but we both enjoyed it.

Neither of us wanted to stop there. My hand began to move up and down my mother's smooth, sexy thighs, while her hand slipped inside my shirt, gently caressing
my chest. Then my hand slid down to her buttocks, and she actually began to stroke my penis through my pants!

Finally, we parted our locked lips, panting heavily to avoid oxygen deprivation. My mother looked into my eyes with an alluring expression,
while I could only offer a slightly bewildered smile.

"We should go home and continue this privately, son," she whispered breathlessly to me.

"What...?!" I stared at her in disbelief.

"What's wrong? Are you afraid of your own mother?" she began to mock me.

"Okay, beautiful lady, let's get out of here," I replied, and she smiled and gave me a light kiss on the lips.

So we went outside to get the car. Without stopping to thank or say goodbye to the woman, Mom grabbed two cans of beer to drink on the way and told me
to drive. Perhaps she was more drunk than I was, or perhaps she had always wanted this to happen. Whatever the reason, I hoped my dream of sleeping with Mom would
come true.

The road home seemed endlessly long. Mom kept stroking her thighs back and forth, sitting there as if she was very uncomfortable. My pants were also
incredibly uncomfortable; my penis was throbbing, desperately wanting to release.

My mother must have noticed this; her hand moved to my crotch, and she began to rub my penis up and down through my pants. She kept
moaning with excitement, seemingly extremely satisfied with all of this and with the enormous size her son possessed. Stimulated by my mother's sensuality, I even ejaculated a little semen.

"Mom, are you sure we really want to do this?" I could hear my penis slapping me on the head for asking such a stupid question.

"Oh my God, Tom, let's not think about that now, let's hurry home, honey."

We finally arrived at our destination, but no one was home, just like most weekends. My mother and I almost collapsed at the door; from the moment we got out of the car, we
couldn't control our desires, kissing and embracing each other passionately.

We went upstairs to our parents' room and then collapsed onto the bed. Our bodies intertwined, and our tongues explored each other's mouths.

Mom rolled over onto me, pressing our lower bodies tightly together. She began to rub our genitals together wantonly, as if we were joined through our clothes
. I gently bit her neck and ear, my hands gripping her plump buttocks to help her rotate. Mom closed her eyes and began to moan with pleasure,
her large breasts sliding up and down my chest through her clothes.

She sat up and helped me take off my shirt. Then her hand moved to the back of my dress, unhooked her bra, and took it out, laughing
as she tossed it onto the floor. Next, Mom slowly pulled the dress down to my waist, allowing me to properly admire her proud, full breasts. She began
to cup them in her hands, gently kneading her breasts, her fingers pinching her pink nipples.

Those breasts were where I nursed as a baby, their sweet milk nourishing me as I grew. They were so beautiful, and my mother was equally beautiful—
the most perfect mother a boy could have.

She put one of her nipples in my mouth, and I began to suckle and tease it with my tongue. I took turns playing with both breasts, licking and gently biting the erect
nipples, then my tongue circled around the entire breast and the pink areola. My mother enjoyed what I was doing and began to rub her hips against my crotch more forcefully
. My mother must have been close to orgasm; I hadn't even touched her vulva yet.

A few seconds later, Mom suddenly pulled her breasts away from me. I felt a sudden emptiness, but more fun was just beginning.

Mom quickly returned and moved to my lower body. She sat on my ankles, unzipped my pants, and pulled them down to my knees. Through my underwear, Mom
stroked my penis with her hand, watching it grow bigger and bigger under her ministrations.

Soon my glans popped out from the top edge of my underwear. She grabbed it and pulled out my entire seven-inch penis. My penis was throbbing violently
. Mom started playing with my testicles.

I couldn't help but groan. She smiled at me, then lowered her beautiful head and began to lick my throbbing penis.

"Oh, Mom, this feels so good."

She continued to lick my penis with her tongue, lubricating it with saliva, sometimes pausing to kiss the glans, teasing the urethral opening with the tip of her tongue. Mom continued
to stimulate me with her tongue and lips, and I involuntarily contracted my anus, then thrust my penis into her mouth.

When my entire penis reached her throat, she groaned through her nose, hoping I would ejaculate quickly, but I didn't want to give up so soon
; I wanted her to be more satisfied as well.

I had no idea my mother was such a skilled blowjob player. Watching my penis go in and out of her mouth was incredibly lewd. She kept
looking up at my reactions with her alluring eyes, smiling contentedly, continuing to give me the wonderful pleasure of oral sex.

As she relentlessly brought me pleasure with her beautiful mouth and tongue, her hair was scattered messily around my penis. I could clearly feel it.

Her nipples brushed lightly against my thigh, bringing me indescribable pleasure. She lifted her head, and I knew she longed for my penis
to enter her body quickly.

"Oh God, my baby son tastes so delicious, but I need you to fuck me hard even more." Just as I expected.

I simply nodded in agreement, because as she moved her body and placed her vulva on my penis, my gaze was completely drawn to her beautiful breasts swaying in front of her
. She reached under her little dress and pulled down her black lace panties.

It turns out that my mother's vulva was already overflowing with vaginal discharge!

Sucking on her own son's penis must have made her wet and excited all over. I could almost feel her juices dripping onto my erect penis.
We both crave each other's bodies now.

I began to caress her smooth thighs, the thighs she had diligently worked out at the gym. We remained in that position for a long time, caressing
each other, both knowing we were about to cross a chasm of no return.

Then, as if our hearts were already in sync, Mom raised her body, grasped my penis, and pressed it against her almost burning vulva. My penis
slid into her vagina without any resistance, as if tailor-made for her, disappearing to its deepest point. Her vagina swallowed my penis whole. I felt as if I
had returned to the birthplace of my life, the womb that nurtured me, in paradise, my mother panting and agreeing with it all with provocative words.

"Oh, this feels so good! Tom, you're having sex with your own mother! Don't stop!"

"I won't, Mom! You are so alluring, I really love you!"

I love you too, baby!

Gradually, the initial excitement subsided, and we entered a slower pace. Mom used her slippery vagina to stroke her son's penis up and down
; her vagina was so wet that I could even hear the sound of her juices splashing whenever she moved her beautiful buttocks down.

I thrust upwards in rhythm with her, intensifying our pleasure with each stroke. I reached out and grabbed Mom's skirt, pulling her dress up so I
could have a better view of my penis going in and out.

"You really enjoy watching Mommy's pussy, swallowing and releasing her son's beautiful cock?"

"Oh yes, Mom, your pussy is so tight, I feel like I'm about to cum."

Mom increased the speed of her masturbation, making my penis thrust into her more forcefully. Her breasts swayed up and down with the movements, and I reached out and grasped them
, caressing them and kneading her nipples. Mom became even wilder because of this.

"Pinch Mom's nipples, God, it feels so good! Suck on them too, please suck on my nipples, they need their son's rough play!
"

She lowered her chest, and I stuck out my tongue to lick her nipple, then took one into my mouth, sucking and gently biting it. She increased the speed of her stroking, and
I tried to keep up with her rhythm, but it seemed quite difficult.

"I'm almost there, Tom, it's my son fucking me and making me climax!!! Oh... ah, fuck me!!!"

"I'm almost there, Mom, I'm about to cum inside you!! Oh...ah!!!"

"Please! I want you to shoot it all into me! Give it all to me!!"

As my mother's climax began, she arched her back, panting and moaning, her face showing signs of pain. I could feel her vagina
gripping my penis tightly, and an intense pleasure began to build up in my penis.

Then, with a gurgling sound, I began to deeply inject my sperm into my mother's vagina. Accompanied by her moans and sobs, I could barely
breathe. I ejaculated again and again, as if the semen that had been stored within me for over twenty years was all for this one orgasm.

With each thrust, Mom's body trembled, partly from her own orgasm, and partly from feeling her son also
reaching orgasm inside her. Her vagina gripped my penis tightly, like a milking machine until I ejaculated.

Soon, my mother's body stopped trembling, and we slowly rubbed our lower bodies together. My penis remained erect inside her warm vagina.
She looked down at me, a smile on her face, so sexy and full of maternal love.

"Wow!!" she gasped softly. "It's wonderful! Tom, you're the best son ever."

"Mom, words can't express how I feel right now."

Mom leaned down, her ample breasts pressing against my chest, and began kissing me just like we'd done earlier at the party.
A grateful kiss for this unforgettable, unrepeatable date—and perhaps a second one, who knows?

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