Passionate date

My name is Tom, and I'm from the American Midwest. I'm 20 years old, a college student, and come from a well-off family 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 a local gym.

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

The story begins a few days ago. One time, my girlfriend was furious about something I did and stormed out of my house. It turns out her views were completely different from mine. Once,

we were lying together watching TV, and after a while, I started touching her thigh. At first, she didn't object, and I assumed she liked it. But then she suddenly pushed me away, slapped me, yelled at me, called me a pig, and ran out of the room. I had initially been frantic, wanting to chase after her and confront her, but then I thought it wasn't worth it, so I sat down again to calm my desires and emotions.

An hour later, I was reading my sociology textbook in the kitchen. Mom came home from the gym; she usually stayed after work to do her workouts, and today was no exception. But most of the time, I rarely greeted her at home.

At first, I almost didn't recognize her. Mom walked in still in her work clothes, completely soaked from her workout. She wore 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 reservation.

I think you could call her a stunner without exaggeration, but I couldn't think that way. For God's sake, she was my mother.

“Hi, Mom!”

She seemed a little surprised. “Oh, hi, honey, what are you doing at home so early on Friday night? No passionate date?”

I smiled warmly and shrugged. “I want to stay home and do my homework tonight.” I couldn’t tell her I’d just had a huge fight with Heather and was currently in pain and needed some comfort.

“Hmm, where’s the rest of the family?”

“Dad’s not home yet, Mary and Lisa probably have dates or something.”

“Then it’ll just be the two of us tonight, which is a nice change.”

“Sure.” Good heavens, Mom looks hot! In the kitchen, Mom told me how busy she’d been lately, reaching into the cupboard for a plate and bending down to find something, giving me a glimpse of her breathtaking breasts and hips.

In that situation, it was hard not to have sexual thoughts about my mother. Besides, Mom was only 37 and a fitness instructor who exercised regularly. Also, she was really beautiful, more beautiful than any other mother her age, and even as her son, I found it hard to control my impulses.

“It’s been so long since my son and I have gotten together. It’s so nice 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. My job 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 books 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 was so nice to have a long chat with my mother that lasted longer than usual. I used to chat with my mother a lot when I was little, but over the years, we’ve both become so busy.

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

I told her I wanted to get some exercise, and I asked her if I could go to the club if I had time. She was, of course, pleased that I was interested in anything related to her, and told me I could visit her anytime I had free time. So that became my plan after school was suspended.

After dinner, we cleaned up the dishes together, I went back to my textbooks, and 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 textbooks, but it wasn't easy. Listening to the sound of water coming from the bathroom, I started fantasizing about Mom lathering herself with soap, starting 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.

“Sorry, son, I think I know what you're thinking.”

“What!?” I was shocked, bewildered, and ashamed that he had seen right through me. But how could he know?

"You've been dating Heather again, haven't you?" I'd clearly overreacted to the earlier speculation. "She's got you thinking all sorts of things again, son."

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

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

"Thanks, Dad."

For the rest of the night, 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, such fantasies about my own mother were wrong, utterly morbid. What kind of son was I? How could I have such dirty thoughts?

I turned on the Disney Channel; it was showing Donald Duck Marathon, exactly what I needed—some healthy, wholesome cartoons.

The cartoons continued playing, and soon my sisters came back. 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 passed 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 became less and less concerned about it.

Summer vacation finally began. I found a job at Walmart in town, which I liked because of the fixed hours and weekly pay. I hung out with my friends as usual.

But then I suddenly remembered something. Before summer vacation, I had promised my mom that I would go to the gym and get back into my former healthy physique. But I knew that what I really wanted was to see my mother's stunning sportswear more often, that tight-fitting outfit that I fantasized about every sleepless night. I had promised my mother, and besides, I really wanted to go myself, so I decided to take action.

On my first night, I was a bit clumsy. Mom showed me around the club and showed me how to use the equipment to build muscle. Watching her diligently use the different machines, sweating profusely as she did various exercises, rekindled a strong desire within me for her.

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 equipment, I wouldn't need Mom's guidance. Mom could instruct other students and do her own routine.

On the second and third nights, I focused on muscle building. Weightlifting, running, and then sprinting in the basketball court and swimming pool. Sometimes I'd run into Mom on the way to the next facility, but there wasn't much time for me to cling to her, yet she continued to draw 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 clear Mom enjoyed my gym visits; she'd mentioned it on several occasions.

On the drive home, we'd share chocolate bars, milkshakes, or a big meal, 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 hadn't seen me, but she did.

"Tom!" she almost screamed, which wasn't what I expected. "How are you?"

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

"You're getting bigger!" She grabbed my arm and squeezed my muscles. I knew I was getting bigger, but I didn't think she needed to do that.

"Thanks, I'm just trying my best." I pulled my hand away forcefully. Then, miraculously, Mom finally finished changing and came out of the locker room. She walked behind me, put her hand on my shoulder, and pushed Heather backward. Mom had rescued me just in time, but I had no idea what she was planning.

“Hi! I’m Heather. Who are you?” She looked a little jealous and angry, just like usual.

Then Mom answered her, “I’m Tom’s girlfriend, Rachel.” I froze in surprise, unable to believe Mom would say that.

Judging from the situation, Heather was also quite shocked. She didn’t know my mom’s actual age, let alone that she was my mother. She was ten times prettier than Heather! Even more glamorous 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 my house for a party this weekend.” She said almost through gritted teeth.

“Sounds like fun. We’ll be there, won’t we, darling?” I froze again. Mom really wanted to go to the party with me? I managed to squeeze out a word, “Yes…yes.”

“Great, see you then.” Heather said and went into the dressing room, while Mom and I walked to the car outside.

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

"Of course, honey, 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, honey?" 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 gave you a way out in my own way. Who knew she would invite us to a party?"

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

"You're welcome, son. But I'm going to the party. I want to relax this weekend. You have to come with me. Besides, don't you want Heather to be envious?"

"Oh! Good heavens! This is crazy!" "I've decided to go. I'm really looking forward to my date with my mother this weekend evening. What will we do? How will she behave? I know I'll only find out when the weekend comes. 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 borderline situation! A college party is an environment filled with excessive beer, dancing, and promiscuity—it's all wrong, but isn't this what I've always dreamed of?

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

Mom came downstairs, wearing a black dress that was barely any fabric, and my jaw almost 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 look and walked into the kitchen, smiling.

"Do you like it?"

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

"I guess you like it." She added 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's out of town, he won't mind. Just some beer and dancing." "

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

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

Mom was really having a great time; she drank her beer like it was water and twirled around me like a ballerina. Everything seemed to be going quite well. I hadn't even spotted Heather yet, and seeing my mother's tight dress almost made me boil.

We danced some upbeat songs and some nice slow ones. I was sure Mom noticed the hard 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 nudging my mother..." She winked at me, and she knew it all, which pleased her greatly. But it didn't matter to me; perhaps it was the alcohol, or perhaps I was simply deeply attracted to my mother. With

fewer people around, she rested her head on my shoulder, and we danced a slow, sentimental song. Placing my hands on her hips felt like 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 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 clung to each other for a while, chatting. Several guys came up to invite her to dance, but she politely declined, saying the man before her was the only one she wanted. Good heavens, was she really serious about this fake relationship? Or was she genuinely serious?

A few minutes later, I saw Heather and her new boyfriend enter 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, so she took the initiative.

Or rather, forced me; she brought my lips to hers. At that moment, I let go of all inhibitions and passionately responded to her kiss. Things got 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 had unfolded, and I almost ejaculated right there in my pants.

I was certain 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 tried to calm my desire, and Mom and I confirmed Heather had left.

Unexpectedly, Mom pulled me back to her, and we kissed again, this time with even more passion and intensity! We were on a stranger's sofa, kissing passionately—a kiss that shouldn't happen between mother and son—but we both enjoyed it.

Neither of us wanted to stop. My hands began to move up and down my mother's smooth, sexy thighs, while Mom's hands slipped inside my shirt, gently caressing my chest. Then my hands slid to her buttocks, and she even 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 confused smile.

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

"Wh...what?!" I stared at her in disbelief.

"What's wrong? 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 landlady. 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 wanted this to happen from the beginning. Whatever the reason, I was looking forward to my dream of sleeping with Mom coming true.

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

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

"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 God, Tom, let's not think about that now, let's get home, baby."

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. We kissed and hugged each other passionately.

We went upstairs to my parents' room and immediately fell onto the bed. Our bodies were intertwined, our tongues exploring each other's mouths.

Mom rolled onto me, pressing our lower bodies tightly together. She began to rub our lower bodies together lasciviously, as if we were joined through our clothes. I gently bit her neck and ears, and my hands held her plump buttocks, helping 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 her 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 had nursed as a child, the sweet milk that nourished 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 nipple 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 harder against my crotch. My mother must have been close to orgasm; I hadn't even touched her vulva yet.

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

Mom quickly moved back to my lower body, sitting on my ankles, unzipping my pants and pulling them down to my knees. Mom stroked my penis through my underwear, watching it grow larger and larger under her caresses.

Soon, the head of my penis popped out from the top of my underwear. She grasped it and pulled out my entire seven-inch shaft. My penis was rock hard, and Mom began to play 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 satisfied as well.

I didn't know my mother was such a skilled blowjob player; watching my penis go in and out of her mouth was incredibly erotic. She kept looking up at my reactions with her alluring eyes, smiling contentedly, continuing to give me wonderful oral sex pleasure.

As she kept bringing me pleasure with her beautiful mouth and tongue, her hair was scattered messily around my penis. I could clearly feel her nipples brushing against my thighs, bringing me indescribable pleasure. She lifted her head, and I knew she longed for my penis to enter her body quickly.

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

I simply nodded in agreement, because when 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 chest. She reached under her little dress and pulled down her black lace panties.

Her mother's vulva was overflowing with desire!

Sucking on her own son's penis must have made her soaking wet and aroused; I could almost feel her juices dripping onto my throbbing penis. We both craved each other's bodies.

I began to caress her smooth thighs, those thighs honed through hard work 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 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, and my mother, panting, agreed with it all with provocative words.

"Oh, it feels so good! Tom, you're fucking your own mother! Don't stop!"

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

"I love you too, baby!"

Gradually, the initial excitement subsided, and we entered a slower rhythm. Mom used her wet vagina to stroke her son's penis up and down; her vulva was so moist that I could even hear the splashing of her juices every time she moved her beautiful hips down.

I thrust upwards in rhythm with her, doubling our pleasure with each stroke. I reached out and grabbed Mom's skirt, pulling her dress up higher 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 penis?"

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

Mom increased the speed of her strokes, making my penis thrust into her even harder. 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.

"Squeeze Mommy's nipples, God, this feels so good! Suck them too, please suck my nipples, they need their son's hard play!"

She lowered her chest, and I stuck out my tongue to lick her nipples, then took one into my mouth, sucking and gently biting it. She increased the speed of her strokes again, 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 too, Mom, I'm about to cum inside you!! Oh... ah!!!!"

"Please! I want you to cum all of it inside me! All of it!!"

As the 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, a blissful sensation gathering in my penis.

Then, I made a gurgling sound and began to deeply inject my semen into the depths of my mother's vagina, accompanied by her moans and whimpers, 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 climax.

With each thrust, Mom's body trembled, partly from her own climax, and partly from feeling her son climaxing inside her as well. My mother's vagina gripped my penis tightly, like a milking machine pumping milk, until I ejaculated all my semen.

Soon, her body stopped trembling, and we slowly rubbed our lower bodies together, my penis still 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 was so wonderful! Tom, you're the best son."

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

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

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

I have two younger sisters, Mary and Lisa, 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's name is Ruiqi, and she works as an instructor at a local gym.

I spend most of my time studying, watching TV, or going to parties with friends—general activities. Sometimes, I go on dates with girls. I'm fairly good-looking and popular with them, but things don't always go smoothly.

The story begins a few days ago. One time, my girlfriend was furious about something I did and stormed out of my house. It turned out her views were completely different from mine.

Once, we were lying together watching TV, and after a while, I started touching her thigh. At first, she didn't object, and I assumed she liked it. But then she suddenly pushed me away, slapped me, yelled at me, called me a pig, and ran out of the room. 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 myself down.

An hour later, I was in the kitchen reading my sociology textbook. Mom came home from the gym. She usually stayed after work to do her workout, and today was no exception. But most of the time, I rarely greeted 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 stunner without exaggeration, but I couldn't think that way. For God's sake, she was my mother.

"Hi, Mom!"

she said, a little surprised. "Oh, hi, honey, what are you doing at home so early on Friday night? No fancy date?"

I smiled warmly and shrugged. "I wanted to stay home and do my homework tonight." I couldn't tell her that I had just had a big fight with Heather and was currently in pain and needed some comfort.

"Hmm, where's the rest of the family?"

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

"So it'll just be the two of us tonight, which is a nice change."

"Sure." Good heavens, Mom looks so hot! In the kitchen, Mom told me how busy she'd been lately. As she spoke, she reached into the cupboard for a plate and bent down to find something, giving me a glimpse of her breathtaking breasts and buttocks.

In that situation, it was hard not to have sexual thoughts about my mother. Besides, Mom is only 37 years old and a fitness instructor who exercises regularly. Also, she's really beautiful, more beautiful than any other mother her age. Even as her son, I found it hard to control my impulses.

“It’s been so long since my son and I have gotten together. It’s so nice 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. My 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 books 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 was so nice to have a long chat with my mother that I didn’t usually have. I used to chat with my mother a lot when I was little, but over the years, we’ve both become so busy.

She told me about her fun at the gym and how she trained. I told her about my school life and studies. We also talked about my summer plans.

I told her I wanted to work out and asked if I could go to a club if I had time. She was happy that I was interested in things related to her and told me I could visit her anytime I was free. So that became my plan after school was suspended. After dinner,

we cleaned up 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 textbooks, but it wasn't easy. Listening to the sound of water from the bathroom, I started fantasizing about Mom lathering up with soap, starting with her perfect breasts, then moving to her flat stomach, slender legs, and cute buttocks, then sliding down to her crotch and...

"Hi! Son!"

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

"Sorry, son, I think I know what you're thinking."

"What!?" I was startled, bewildered, and ashamed that he had read my mind. But how could he know?

"You've been dating Heather again, haven't you?" Clearly, I had overreacted to his earlier guess. "She's making you overthink 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. Final exams will be over soon, I know you'll do very well." He patted my back and went upstairs.

"Thanks, Dad."

For the rest of the night, I repeatedly 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 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 was I? How could I have such filthy thoughts?

I turned on the Disney Channel, and it was showing Donald Duck Marathon, just what I needed—some healthy, mind-boosting cartoons.

The cartoons continued playing, and soon my sisters came home. 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 passed 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 became less and less concerned about it.

Summer vacation finally began. I found a job at Walmart in town, a job I liked with fixed hours and weekly pay. I spent time with my friends as usual.

But then something suddenly occurred to me. Before summer vacation, I had promised my mom I would go to the gym to get back to my former healthy physique. But I knew I really wanted to see my mom in her stunning workout clothes, those tight-fitting outfits I fantasized about every sleepless night. I had promised her, and I really wanted to go, so I decided to take action.

The first night I was a bit clumsy, so Mom showed me around the club and showed me how to use the equipment to build muscle. Watching Mom diligently using the different machines, sweating profusely as she did different exercises, rekindled a strong desire within me for her.

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 equipment, I wouldn't need Mom's guidance. Mom could instruct other students and do her own routine.

The second and third nights, I focused on muscle building. Weightlifting, running, and then sprinting in the basketball court and swimming pool. Sometimes I'd run into Mom on the way to the next facility, but I didn't have much time to cuddle with her, yet my mother still held a constant allure.

I kept telling myself, "She's your mother, Tom. Not one of those ripe college girls waiting to be picked." But it was clear Mom loved my gym visits; she'd mentioned it on several occasions.

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

Then something unexpected happened. One evening, as Mom and I were leaving the gym, I waited for her outside the women's locker room when Heather walked in from the entrance. I quickly turned my head away, hoping she hadn't seen me, but she did.

"Tom!" she almost screamed, which wasn't what I'd hoped for. "How are you?"

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

“You’re getting stronger, aren’t you!” 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 away forcefully. Then a miracle happened. Mom finally finished changing and came out of the dressing room. She walked behind me, put her hand on my shoulder, and pushed Heather back. 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, Heather was also quite shocked. She didn’t know my mom’s actual age, let alone that she was my mother. She was more than ten times prettier than Heather! Even more beautiful than any woman, comparable to any supermodel.

When Heather spoke again, I began to understand the situation. “Well, it’s nice to see you. I’m planning to invite Tom to a party at my house this weekend,” she said, almost through gritted teeth.

“Sounds like fun, we’ll be there, won’t we, honey?” I froze again. Mom really wanted to go to the party with me? I managed to squeeze out a word, “Yes…yes.”

“Great, see you then.” Heather said, then went into the dressing room, while Mom and I walked to the car outside.

We got in the car and drove home. I broke the silence first, “Mom, what happened just now? Are you alright?”

“Of course, honey, 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 see Heather so embarrassed, wasn’t it, honey?” 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 gave you a way out, but who knew she would invite us to a party?”

“Yes, we don’t need to go to the party. You’ve done enough. Thank you, Mom. ”

“You’re welcome, son. But I’m going to a party. I want to relax this weekend, and you have to come too. Besides, don’t you want Heather to be a little envious?”

“Oh my god! This is crazy!” I decided to go. I was excited about my weekend date with my mother. What would we do? How would she behave? 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 borderline situation! A college party was an environment filled with lots of beer, dancing, and promiscuity—it was all wrong, but wasn’t this what I’d always dreamed of?

I was ready and waiting for Mom to come downstairs in the kitchen, my palms sweating with the excitement of a first date. She called me from upstairs, so I got ready. 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 tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage. Her hair was down, the waves framing her beautiful, made-up face. She looked absolutely stunning! She clearly noticed my astonishment and walked into the kitchen, smiling.

“Do you like it?”

“Wow!…” I could only manage to squeeze out that word.

“I bet you do,” 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’s out of town. He won’t mind. It’s just some beer and dancing.”

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

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

Mom was really having a good time, sipping her beer like water and twirling around me like a ballerina. Everything seemed to be going quite well; I hadn't spotted Heather yet, and seeing my mother's tight dress almost made me boil.

We danced some upbeat songs and some nice ballads. I was sure Mom noticed the hard 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, which made her very happy. But it didn't matter to me. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe I was just deeply attracted to my mother.

There were fewer people around, so she rested her head on my shoulder, and we danced some lyrical ballads. Having my hands on her hips felt like heaven. Because I could feel the results of her hard work at the gym, the result of countless hours 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 cuddled for a while and chatted. Meanwhile, several guys came up and invited 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 genuinely serious?

A few minutes later, I saw Heather and her new boyfriend come 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 abandoned all restraint and passionately returned her kiss. Things escalated; Mom forced her tongue into my mouth, her hands gently caressing my head and back, accompanied by her excited moans as 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. God, we were like two beasts in heat! Thinking this, I tried to calm my desire like a firefighter, and Mom and I confirmed that Heather had left.

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

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

Finally, we parted our locked lips, panting heavily to avoid suffocation. My mother looked at me with an alluring expression, while I could only offer a slightly confused smile.

"We should go home and continue this privately, son," she said softly, panting.

"Wh...what?!" I looked 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. My mother 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 wanted all of this to happen from the beginning. Regardless, I longed for my dream of sleeping with Mom to come true.

The journey home seemed endlessly long. Mom kept stroking her thighs, sitting there as if she were very uncomfortable. My pants were also incredibly uncomfortable; my penis was throbbing, desperately wanting 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 excitedly, seemingly extremely satisfied with everything and her son's enormous penis. Under my mother's sensual stimulation, 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 God, Tom, let's not think about that now, let's get home quickly, baby."

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; we kissed and hugged each other passionately.

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

Mom rolled onto me, pressing our lower bodies tightly together, and began to rub our genitals together wantonly, as if we were joined through our clothes. I gently bit her neck and ears, my hands grasping her plump buttocks and helping 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 her 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 had nursed as a child, the sweet milk that nourished 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 nipple 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 harder against my crotch. My mother must have been close to orgasm; I hadn't even touched her vulva yet.

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

Mom quickly moved back to my lower body, sitting on my ankles, unzipping my pants and pulling them down to my knees. Mom stroked my penis through my underwear, watching it grow larger and larger under her caresses.

Soon, the head of my penis popped out from the top of my underwear. She grasped it and pulled out my entire seven-inch shaft. My penis was rock hard, and Mom began to play 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 satisfied as well.

I didn't know my mother was such a skilled blowjob player; watching my penis go in and out of her mouth was incredibly erotic. She kept looking up at my reactions with her alluring eyes, smiling contentedly, continuing to give me wonderful oral sex pleasure.

As she kept bringing me pleasure with her beautiful mouth and tongue, her hair was scattered messily around my penis. I could clearly feel her nipples brushing against my thighs, bringing me indescribable pleasure. She lifted her head, and I knew she longed for my penis to enter her body quickly.

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

I simply nodded in agreement, because when 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 chest. She reached under her little dress and pulled down her black lace panties.

Her mother's vulva was overflowing with desire!

Sucking on her own son's penis must have made her incredibly wet and aroused; I could almost feel her juices dripping onto my throbbing member. We both craved each other's bodies.

I began caressing her smooth thighs, the thighs she'd worked so hard 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 by unspoken agreement, Mom raised her body, grasped my penis, and pressed it against her almost burning vulva. My penis slid into her vagina without resistance, as if tailor-made for her, disappearing to its deepest point. Her vagina swallowed my penis whole. I felt like I was back in heaven, back to the birthplace of my life, the womb that had nurtured me, my mother panting and agreeing with it all with seductive words.

“Oh, it feels so good! Tom, you’re fucking your own mother! Don’t stop!”

“I won’t, Mom! You’re so alluring, I really love you!”

“I love you too, baby!”

Gradually, the initial excitement subsided, and we entered a slower rhythm. Mom used her slippery vagina to stroke her son’s penis up and down. Her pussy was so wet that I could even hear the sound of her juices splashing when she moved her beautiful hips down.

I matched her rhythm and thrust upwards, doubling 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 like watching Mommy’s pussy swallowing her son’s beautiful penis?”

“Oh yes, Mom, your pussy is so tight, I feel like I’m about to cum.”

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

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

She lowered her chest, and I stuck out my tongue to lick her nipples, 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 orgasm!!!!!!!!! Oh... ah, fuck me!!!"

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

"Please! I want you to cum all of it in me! All of it in me!!"

As her orgasm 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 ejaculate 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, my mother's body trembled, partly from her own orgasm, and partly from feeling her son reaching orgasm inside her. My mother's vagina gripped my penis tightly, like a milking machine filled with milk, until I had ejaculated all my semen.

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

"Wow!!" she gasped softly. “This was absolutely wonderful! Tom, you’re the best son

ever.” “Mom, words can’t express how I feel.”

Mom leaned down, her ample breasts pressing against my chest, and began kissing me just like we’d done at the party earlier. A kiss of gratitude for this unforgettable, unrepeatable date—and maybe there will be a second one, who knows?

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