Mom’s invitation opens up new world for son

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For the session they had just finished his mother had worn a floaty knee length skirt and silky blouse explaining how they needed to start dancing in the type of clothes they would be wearing in three days time. A rummage through his closet helped his prom suit to surface but it was clear the years since he’d worn it had contained some major growth spurts and it no longer fitted. He wore overalls for his job as a mechanic and smart for him usually meant jeans and a polo shirt.

His mother had offered to buy him a new one for the dance and the following day they would be going shopping. Not a trip that filled him with delight except it meant he would get to spend more time with her and Mike was finding he wanted that more than anything.

With her shoulder length dark brown hair, hazel eyes and a figure that belied her years Mike knew his mom turned heads wherever she went. What he didn’t know was why she hadn’t dated in at least a year if not longer. His dad had left when he was five, moving in with and then marrying his secretary. She was a nice woman, but nothing like as beautiful as his mom.

He heard the shower begin to run and instantly his cock hardened as he pictured his mother, naked, with the hot water running over her body. He could see her ample breasts, imagine her having big dark nipples, which were tightening to show stiff, protruding nubs he could pull on, suckle and lick.

“God, what am I thinking?” His hand was moving up and down his cock, although he hadn’t been aware of pulling it from his pants. The head, hard and shining, was already leaking precum and he ran his fingers over it before sucking them.

An idea suddenly struck him and he pushed his erection away before moving out into the hallway. His mother’s bedroom door was open and he crossed to her laundry basket, opening it and pulling the soiled panties from their position resting on the top. He ran back to his own room, closing the door and lying back down. This time he undid his pants and pushed them off, his shorts too. His cock was rock hard and he ran a hand over the smooth skin of his balls. He had begun shaving almost as soon as he had a full pelt of pubic fur. He preferred the feel of his own skin as he wanked off, and now, as he ran the silky material over himself he shuddered and shivered to the new sensations.

Holding the lacy material to his nose he took a deep breath. Her scent, heady, musky, filled his senses and his hand moved faster on his cock.

“God, mom, so sexy, so … fuck, cumming, ohhhh!” His breath shortened and he pressed the panties to his face, inhaling one more deep sensuous breath. His spunk pulsed out of him, shot after shot gushing over his hand and onto his stomach. His body spasmed as his cum was released and he grasped his treasure tightly before running it through the sticky crème. Again he held it to his face, but this time he sucked at his mother’s juices mixing with his own swallowing it all down before sliding the panties under his pillow and closing his eyes.

~*~

The day of the dinner seemed to come round very quickly and Mike wasn’t at all sure his dancing was good enough for people to watch. His mother, on the other hand, was delighted with what he had done for her, and told him so over and over.

He had decided to go all out to give his mother a wonderful evening and so about a half hour before they were set to leave he told her he wouldn’t be a minute and headed out the front door.

“Michael, don’t be long, we have to go soon.” There was a panic in his mother’s voice he wished he could counter, but he didn’t want to spoil his surprise.

Fifteen minutes later he was back, sitting, waiting, and watching, as the first part of his plan unfolded.

“Mrs Marshall?”

“Yes?”

“Good evening, ma’am, your date said would you please join him in the limo?”

“My date? Limo? I … I don’t understand.”

Michael leant out of the car and waved and saw relief wash over his mom’s face.”

“Ohh, Michael, oh, thank you. I won’t be a minute.”

He watched as his mother, stunning in her new outfit, walked down the path and then waited impatiently as the chauffeur helped her into the back next to him.

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