Title: A Date With Mom
Author: Eros
Origin: Blue Room BBS

                             A DATE WITH MOM
                                (by Eros!)

       My friend Tamara had told me that the only people who took out
    personal ads in our local weekly were "horny yuppies with more money
    than brains."

       However, I had recently finalized my divorce after twenty-seven
    years of marriage, and I simply didn't know how to play the modern
    dating game. Besides, I could think of a lot worse things than a man
    with a fat wallet, a lonely cock, and an empty head.

       One advertisement called to me again and again: "Good-looking
    professional, 26, who enjoys romantic encounters in dark theaters
    with mature women who remember the days of candlelight and roses.
    Let's share a bottle of fine, properly aged wine together and discuss
    our interests."

       Tamara groaned when I pointed it out to her. "Kim, you're old
    enough to be that man's mother," she said as she jabbed her scarlet
    fingernail at the number 26. It was true, alas. I didn't like to
    remember 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 up
    with my cousin Brian!"

       Cousin Brian, I remembered, had hunched shoulders and looked a
    decade 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 my
    body from the neck down. Maybe I was being TOO cautious, but I wasn't
    ready to have naked photos of myself circulating around town with my
    real face or name attached! I reasoned that a good, long look at my
    lean, well-maintained figure would he enough to tell the man what he
    needed to know.

       A couple of weeks passed, and then I found a note in my mailbox
    telling 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 the
    phone. Are you crazy!"

       "Look," I said. "We're meeting in a public place. I'll just steal
    a look at him and if I don't like what I see, I'll leave. No worries,

       Tamara just shook her head as I shimmied into a tight white skirt
    that she couldn't have worn since the summer of '67. It wasn't fair
    that I had such a firm, small belly since I'd had a kid and Tamara
    hadn't, but hey. That's the breaks. Anyway, I didn't need to fuss
    much with my appearance. I slicked on some coral lipstick and stepped
    into a pair of white, high-heeled sandals and I was ready to go.

       The club was moderately crowded. I scanned several busy tables for
    a minute before I saw the one in the corner where a man sat alone
    with a silver bucket and a bottle of wine. Although I was looking at
    him from behind, where I could see nothing but the blonde curl that
    hung 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 crowded
    barroom floor. I remembered the sexy fantasies I'd had while
    slithering into my tight skirt, and I wasn't willing to give up the
    dream. I felt a sudden moistness in my panties as I realized how
    handsome my son really was.

       "Mom!" he said, getting up and coming across the floor. "What are
    you doing here!"

       I laughed. "Well, Matt, I guess you invited me!"

       He flushed and then laughed as I explained. Somehow we wound up
    tucked in the corner table, where a waiter materialized to pour the
    wine. I could tell from his manner that he assumed that my son was
    actually my lover, and the way I giggled when I tasted the expensive
    libation did nothing to contradict that assumption.

       "I didn't know you liked 'mature' women," I said to Matt after the
    waiter finally left.

       "I suppose I have you to thank for that." He clicked his glass to
    mine. "You're a beautiful woman, Mom. Beautiful, intelligent, and
    sexy. 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 it
    gently in his lap so that I could feel his crotch. "Just looking at
    you in that skirt has me so hard, Mom," he whispered. "I need to fuck
    so bad."

       "So do I," I confessed. before I could stop myself. The feel of
    Matt's hard cock was like a drug on me. My pussy was moistening
    rapidly. 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 and
    instinctively I squeezed his erection. I was shocked at the size and
    stiffness of his prick. I couldn't remember when I had felt a cock of
    such prodigious proportions. My pussy was itching with a need to feel
    it between my legs.

       "Come home with me, Mom." he whispered.

       My brain told me that it was wrong, but my body wasn't listening
    anymore. All I wanted right then was my son's long hard cock fucking
    my neglected pussy.

       I didn't remember much about the ride from the club to Matt's
    apartment except the speed at which the streetlights flashed past. I
    had both hands inside his pants stroking his hard, throbbing cock
    while he was driving, and I'm afraid that they may have provided
    something of a distraction.

       When we reached his apartment, soft music came on. He'd wired the
    place somehow so that it did that automatically. I was surprised at
    the subtle eroticism of the recording he'd chosen. I suppose I'd
    expected something crude and vulgar from a younger lover, even if he
    was my own son. I should have known by now that Matt was a man of
    exquisite good taste. He took me in his arms and danced with me,
    waltzing me around his hardwood floor. I kept hunching my hips
    forward, eager to feel the hard lump in his trousers rub deliciously
    against my burning pussy.

       Despite his obvious desire for sex. Matt didn't rush a thing. He
    was clearly the master of the show. When the song ended, he kissed
    me. Not the usual mother/son peck on the lips, a long, lingering
    passionate kiss that had my pussy bubbling with lust for him. He
    slithered his tongue into my mouth. I sucked it gently and then a
    little harder as I felt his hands drift down to unzip the back of my
    tight skirt.

       I tried to remember to pull off one or another of his articles of
    clothing from time to time, but I was mostly letting him undress me.
    I was highly aroused, burning from the thrill of surrendering my body
    to the touch of my very own son.

       When we were naked, I made him step back so that I could look at
    his body... just look at it. He was so beautiful! His shoulders were
    broad, his chest rippled with muscles, his belly flat, his hips
    tapered. His cock was long and thick. I was secretly afraid that I
    wouldn't be able to get all of it inside of me, but I sure as hell
    was going to have a lot of fun trying.

       "It's been a long time since I've had sex," I told him."I feel
    like a virgin with my own son."

       Matt laughed.

       "Come here, Mom!"

       He took me into his arms and kissed me everywhere. The track of
    his wet tongue created a sensuous criss-cross pattern as it traversed
    the sensitive flesh of my too-long-neglected body. I quivered,
    painfully close to orgasm and yet so terribly afraid that I couldn't
    take the blast of long-denied feeling, when he sealed his young lips
    about the small bud of my clitoris.

       "It's all right, Mom," he whispered, his warm breath tickling my
    pussy hair. "It's all right. Let go and enjoy. I'm going to make you
    feel so good."

       He opened his mouth wider, so that he could simultaneously move
    his tongue down to my cuntslit while he continued to suck gently on
    my clitty button. I bucked my hips up in total abandon. Having my
    handsome young son eating my cunt like this was so deliciously dirty
    I knew I wouldn't last long before I came all over his tongue. My
    knees wobbled. I wasn't going to be able to remain standing if he
    insisted on giving me much intense pleasure.

       But Matt was way ahead of me. Standing up, he took me by the hand
    and led me back to his bedroom. I'd never been there before, never
    stolen a glimpse at the masculine darkness of his heavy antique
    four-poster and black satin sheets. I felt as if I were going to bed
    with 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 the
    incredible hardness of that wonderfully large cock of his. I was
    still afraid that I couldn't handle all of it, but I desperately
    wanted to try.

       Matt turned around on top of me and planted his knees on either
    side of my face before returning his lips to my pussy. It was the
    classic sixty-nine position, something his father hadn't much cared
    for. My son's lingual enthusiasm was infinitely better than my
    husband's dutiful slurps.

       God, it was so intoxicating to be sucking on a prick that belonged
    to a man who was simultaneously licking out my pussy! That combined
    with the fact that the tongue in my cunt belonged to my own son, to
    me, 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 the
    deep stirrings of a long-delayed orgasm. I was so afraid that I was
    going to explode right into my son's face. But how could I hold back
    when he slipped his tongue that extra inch inside of me and pressed
    hard 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. I
    erupted in my first tongue-generated climax in a decade.

       When he realized that I was cumming, Matt actually grew more
    excited. I suppose he could have forced himself to re-double the
    speed of his cartwheeling tongue, but he couldn't have faked the
    sudden extra dose of steel-hard stiffness in the prick he was
    hunching into my mouth.

       My son was honestly aroused by the sweet, sticky taste of his own
    mother's cum. My own tongue had gotten a little clumsy because I had
    to keep gasping for breath around the thick plug of Matt's
    overstuffed cock. Suddenly, he went rigid above me. I recognized the
    signs instantly and reached up to grab his cute butt, pulling him
    down so that he could shoot all that lovely hot sperm deep into my

       We rested quietly for s few minutes in that position, my son's
    half-hard cock still between my lips. I savored one of my favorite
    sexual treats, a treat I'd almost forgotten over the years.... the
    feeling of a man's prick getting hard again. It would probably be
    difficult for anyone except another woman to understand how
    powerfully excited it made me feel to know that I had my own son's
    cock 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 a
    fraction 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 your
    mother's hot pussy!  Fuck me good!"

       He raised his big, masculine body from mine long enough to turn
    himself around into the proper position between my open thighs. I
    lifted my legs up and wide as I took him in the classic missionary
    position. The hairy, swollen lips of my pussy trembled as I felt the
    head of his massive cockhead start to spread them open. Was I woman
    enough to take a man like this! My own son was hung like a stud horse
    and I was to be his filly. Would my poor, neglected cunt stretch as
    much as it needed to! Or would Matt split me in two with his
    incredibly thick weapon.

       "It's alright, Mom," Matt whispered, sensing my fear. "I know that
    I'm larger than average, and definitely much bigger than Dad, so
    let's just take it slow and easy."

       His voice was a soothing sing-song that relaxed me like he was
    hypnotizing me. My pussy stretched a little more and Matt slipped
    another inch inside of me. He never hurried. No matter how desperate
    I grew, no matter how wildly I rubbed my heels against his broad
    back, no matter how madly I whimpered into his ears, he took me a
    tantalizing inch at a time. It was the technique that another man
    might have used to fuck a woman's asshole, entering me so slowly that
    I couldn't help but open wide as my muscles ached to pull him in

       "Fuck me, Son! Fuck me, Matt! Don't hold back. Give me the whole

       And then he'd done it. I felt the head of his massive cock rubbing
    sensuously at the back wall of my swamp-wet pussy while my trembling
    pelvis squirmed against the flat muscle of his hard belly. The entire
    length of my son's incredible prick was buried inside of me!

       My cunt was full, fuller than it had ever been before and it felt
    wonderful. 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 cock
    was pumping in and out of my cunt, my little boy's prick was
    stretching me, filling me, making my clit tingle and throb with the
    promise of orgasms like I'd never experienced before.

       Matt had the consummate control that I would expect, and yet had
    never received from a much older man. I quickly discovered that I
    could 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 I
    had to be afraid that he'd come too soon. The satin sheets were a
    soaking wet swamp that smelled strongly of jism and cunt-juice when
    we 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 belly
    quiver. I wanted him again! I wanted my son to fuck me till I
    dropped! Soon, soon, we would be entwined in yet another deliciously
    incestuous fuck. I reached for his cock and looked up into his eyes.

       "How long can you keep this thing hard, darling", I husked, "Mommy
    wants to fuck you all night long."

       Matt slipped two fingers into my juicy, wet slit and rubbed my
    clit, a devilish grin on his handsome young features. His cock was
    growing in my hand.

       "Why don't we find out," he smiled, finger-fucking my hot hole. "I
    don't think you'll be disappointed, Mom."

       When I slipped away from his bed at dawn, I felt a pleasant ache
    deep in my pussy, but I was totally satisfied. He HAD fucked me all
    night, in every possible position, and in every possible orifice.
    Some I'd secretly longed to try, like getting a cock up my ass for
    the first time, and some I'd never even heard of, although Matt had
    obviously perfected them on some lucky young girl.

       My son was a wonderful lover, undoubtedly the most talented I'd
    ever had, and I knew that despite the fact that he was my own son, I
    simply had to continue the relationship we'd started. After sampling
    my son's talented young prick I was certain that I wouldn't be able
    to 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 be
    my 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 a
    second that I spent a night of unbridled fucking and sucking with my
    own son!

       I wonder if I should tell her?

                                 THE END