Tuesday, 23 August 2011

The Ultimate date

The Ultimate Date
Even though he was more excited than he thought possible Paul paused in the doorway to the family room to look at his mother. Her back was toward him as she folded some linen ready to take upstairs, humming softly as she worked. Paul felt his heart rate increase as he thought once again about just how much he loved her.

He knew the instant his mother realized he was there, her whole body seemed to soften as she turned, a smile lighting up her features, before it was replaced with a more quizzical look.


"What?" It took him a moment to realize what she meant. "Ohhh, we won, 4 – 2, I got a hat-trick. One more match and we'll be champions."

His mother rushed towards him and almost lifted him off his feet in a hug that took his breath away.

"Wonderful, I can't believe it. When's the final?"

"Three weeks Saturday, one week after I turn eighteen ... What?"

"Paul, you know your father won't be able to come watch, don't you?"

He hadn't, and the disappointment he felt was crushing. It had been great seeing him in the stands today, even though he'd had to rush back to work straight afterwards. When the games were in the week they tended to alternate, mom one week, dad the next, but the out of state games, well, they always went as a family. For a second he had no idea what to say.

His mother's face showed her disappointment as well and he saw her swallow hard before speaking again.

"He's already postponed his trip so he can be here for your birthday, I just know he won't be able to do so again."

Paul nodded; he knew that too. His dad was the CEO for a foreign bank and travelled somewhere at least once or twice a month. That was how the alternate week thing had started in the first place. Now it looked like, for the most important game of his life, it would still be happening.

His mother laid a hand on his arm and, for a moment, he saw pain in her eyes before she tried to shake the feeling by smiling and being a little more positive.

"Paul, go have a shower, I'm sure you need it!" She ran a hand through her hair and he felt his concern return.

"I will, but are you alright?"

"Yes, I just have a headache, I'm gonna go lie down for a while before I make dinner. We can talk about this a little more later, ok?"

"Yeah, and it will be fine. I was so stoked, you know, and I know he'll be sorry." Another thought suddenly occurred to him. "You'll be there, right?"

"Oh yes, sweetheart, I will definitely be there."

His mother placed a soft kiss on his cheek and turned to pick up the laundry as Paul ran up the stairs. A shower was a good idea, not only would it get rid of the slightly antiseptic smell of the college soap but it might also help him think things over.

His bedroom had an en-suite bathroom and he quickly stripped off his clothes and headed for the privacy of the small room. Looking around he realized with a groan that he needed a new shower gel and so grabbed a towel and headed back out into the hallway.

His mother's bedroom door was slightly ajar and he could hear her humming as she opened and closed drawers and he made his way into the main bathroom with a smile. The shower in there was much more spacious than his own and Paul decided to use that and take the gel back with him.

The steaming hot water was soon beating down on his back and he lathered himself up, enjoying the feel of his muscles beneath his fingertips and the sensation of the suds as they slid down his body.

The movement of his hands soon had his cock standing to attention and he lubed it up with the gel before letting it slip through his fingers, canting his hips to get different feelings and sensations as he flexed the digits and increased the pressure.

Paul knew that, for eighteen, or almost eighteen, he was seriously inexperienced in all things sexual. No one but himself had ever gotten him off and he didn't see that changing any time soon. For now it would have to do, but that didn't mean he wouldn't enjoy the sensations he caused himself.

Before long he felt the familiar tightening in his groin and began to pump harder. He let out a moan of pleasure as his cum began to spurt, coating his hand as well as splashing over the tile and then running down towards the drain.

Paul laid his head against the wall, his breathing heavy, and took a moment to gather himself before finishing his shower and stepping out into the cooler room.

He felt his nipples tighten as the air hit them and even though he had just cum knew he would be able to provide himself with a repeat performance in his bedroom very soon.

Remembering to pick up the gel Paul made his way back out into the hallway and along towards his parents' room. The door was now almost fully open and he looked inside, wondering if his mother had fallen asleep or was just reading.

The sight that met his eyes took his breath away. His knew his mother was slim and attractive, but he had never really thought much about how she looked. Now, as she lay sleeping, he looked at her beautiful body and wondered how he could not have noticed before how stunning she was.

He had seen naked women in the magazines his friends brought to practise and enjoyed jacking off to them when he lay alone at night but the scene he was looking at now was way more sexy than anything he had ever even dreamt of before.

Dressed in just a pair of lacy white panties and a matching bra his mother instantly became his dream woman. He couldn't believe how hot she looked, how much she turned him on and he felt his cock raise itself to stick out between the folds of the towel as he continued to look at the vision before him.

The bra was almost see-through and his mom's nipples were visible through the material. They looked so big and soft and, licking his lips, he wondered, for a moment, what it would be like to suck on them. Moving his eyes downwards he realized that, curling around the edges of his mom's panties, he could see some of her pubic hair. Just standing watching his mother made his cock throb and he grasped it in his hand stroking it slowly as he committed the sight to memory.

Suddenly, almost as if, once again, his mother knew he was there, she moved, moaned slightly and turned on her side. Paul realized he too would have to move and hurried back to his own room without making a sound.

As soon as the door was closed he flung himself on the bed, his hand around his cock immediately. He knew it would only take a few minutes for him to cum again and he tried to move slower, to hold off the moment of truth. He no longer needed the models in his magazines, instead Paul pictured his mother, in her sexy underwear, standing there watching, encouraging him, her eyes bright as she saw his hand move up and down, his fingers as they teased the tip. With a cry, which included her name, his cum was shooting higher and further than it ever had, over and over until, exhausted, he flopped back onto the pillow, joining his mother in the land of dreams almost instantly.


The weeks before the football final went by almost in a blur. Paul and the rest of the team were instant heroes at school and he found himself fending off girls who wouldn't even have looked at him just a few days earlier. As the main goal scorer he was top of the tree for a change and, enjoying the adulation, even went out with two of the prettiest girls in school.

Mary Patterson was beautiful, raven haired, dark eyes and a figure to die for. Linda Roberts was almost the opposite, blond, blue eyes and maybe a little heavier than Mary. Just a week earlier he would have thought all his dreams answered if he'd been able to spend time alone with either of them, now that was no longer the case.

At first he had no idea what the matter was, but then, as he lay in bed the night after he'd been to the movies with Linda he realised what his problem. Neither of them was his mom and as he kissed each of them any ideas he had of taking things further just disappeared into the mist. Instead, as he let his hand drift towards his hard cock again, all he could see was his mother's face, feel her hands on his arm and he knew, for now at least, no one could compare to the woman who would be, for him, the ultimate date.


For his eighteenth birthday they headed into the city, just the five of them. His two sisters had come back from college and they had stayed at a five star hotel, seen a couple of shows on Broadway and done all the touristy things New York just cried out for them to do.

His dad had apologetically missed one afternoon to attend a business meeting but apart from that they had been together for almost four days before disappearing off in different directions. By the time Paul arrived home he only had his mother for company and knew it could be months before they would all be together again. For the first time he didn't miss the others as much. Sitting in the passenger seat watching his mom drive he wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his life in her company. His hand ached to touch her and, for the first time in her presence he let his fantasies fill his mind. Gradually they had become more involved and now included kissing her, watching her undress, even running his fingers over her soft skin. The journey passed in a blur and he had been glad of the newspaper he had resting on his lap, using it to cover his embarrassment for over two hundred miles.

His dad called from Zurich on the morning before the game to wish him luck. All the matches were filmed and Paul had promised to download and forward it to him as soon as they got home, even if they lost.

After he had put the phone down Paul went off in search of his mom. He had been thinking a lot about their weekend away and needed to talk with her.

The door to his parent's room was closed and Paul tapped lightly on it before entering. His mother looked up and smiled and instantly he felt himself harden in his pants.

Dressed in a silk gown which was slightly open at the waist there was no doubt his mother had everything a man could want in a woman. The fact she was his mom did nothing to stop him lusting after her and Paul had to swallow hard and clear his throat before he spoke.

"I ... uh ... have you got a minute?"

"Of course, do you want me to pack for you?"

He shook his head; he had done that the night before when ideas had been racing around in his mind. He'd needed to do something, anything, to keep himself occupied and so, for the first time ever, he was ready to leave before his mother.

"I want to ask you a favour, a big favour, but it's real important to me."

"Ok." His mother sat down on the bed and patted the cover beside her. Eagerly he made himself comfortable, his leg touching hers as he did so.

"I know most of the other guys are staying at the motel just down the road from our hotel and ... well ..." He paused; faced with his mom sitting so close, all he had imagined seemed so wrong, so tawdry.

"And you would rather go stay with them? I don't mind, a night alone in a nice hotel I can cope with, as it's you."

"No, no, I don't want that at all. I ... I want us to be there alone, to ... to treat it like a date."

His words almost fell over each other as he blurted out his wish and then, silent and, he knew, red with embarrassment, he waited.

"A date? How do you mean a date?"

"Tonight there's a meal for everyone, but tomorrow, after the game we all go our separate ways. Everyone has their parents somewhere in the area and most are going off on vacation or something. We're just coming back here so I wondered, ..." Again he tailed off, but this time his mother continued.

"If you could go on a date with me?" She looked and sounded stunned and he guessed that wasn't surprising.

Paul just nodded. It had all seemed so easy when he talked to himself in the bathroom mirror, but now it was anything but.

"Why, Paul?"

"You are so beautiful, mom, I just want to spend an evening with you, two adults together. I want to hold your hand, maybe dance with you, and walk in the moonlight together. I don't know what else to do, apart from Linda and Mary, well, I don't have much experience of this." His mother had, he knew, been delighted when he'd gone on his two dates but had seen him arrive home crestfallen both times. Now, as he finished speaking his mother looked enlightened and smiled.

"Ohhhh! Well, I would be delighted to give you a few pointers as to what a woman wants on a date. No problem, sweetie."

The kiss on his cheek was soft and warm and he smiled. For now his mother's take on the evening was fine; there was some truth in it after all. He would think about the rest of his plan closer to the time and after he'd won the cup with the team.


"Oh, darling, you played so well, the whole afternoon was just wonderful."

His mother leant against the closed door to his hotel room and smiled. The match had been very close, end-to-end stuff but, when the final whistle went, his second half goal had been what separated the two teams. Carried shoulder high around the field he had revelled in the attention and knew it would be one of the highlights of his life.

His football scholarship to college was assured and now Paul had the whole summer to relax and enjoy himself before the hard work started all over again. Before that though he had his evening to look forward to. His mother was in the second bedroom of their suite and she had done his libido no good at all wandering around that morning in her shorty nightgown and robe.

"I suggest we both have some downtime before this date I am going on." His mom smiled as she spoke, and he saw the indulgence there.

"Yeah, sounds like a good idea. Don't want to wear you out now do I?"

"Oh, you." She picked up the cushion from a nearby chair and threw it at him. Paul laughed before returning the favour. His mother rested the cushion back where it had come from and then moved across to kiss him gently on the cheek.

"I am so very proud of you, Paul, and your dad will be too. He was quite choked up when I spoke with him after the game."

They had both chatted for a few minutes with his father, the noise of the cheering team behind them calling his name as they did so. Paul knew his dad had been delighted to feel a part of the day, even in that small way and, although he was enjoying having his mom to himself, for a moment he missed his father enormously.

As his mother turned to leave his room Paul spoke, wanting to put a little more of his plan into action.

"Just tonight, mom, while we're out, would you mind if I called you Jillian?"

"Oh, um, no, I guess not. I shouldn't call you son then?"

"Date remember? I want to go on a date with the most beautiful woman in the world. I know you're my mom, but tonight, just for a while ..."

He saw her nod and stopped speaking. Lying back on the bed he put his hands behind his head and then watched as his mother left. There was only one more part of the plan to put into place. The rest of the evening, the part he could hardly bare to think about, would be out of his control.


The meal had been first class and, although his father had insisted on paying for it, he had done the ordering, held the chair for his mom, even suggested what dessert to have. They had talked about the game for a while but, finding themselves in a secluded corner of the restaurant had given Paul a little extra courage and slowly he had begun to ask a few questions of his mother. He had wanted to know what she considered an ideal date, what would help her relax, feel at ease. He had known she was indulging him, when she had asked if he was taking mental notes for the future, and going along with her idea for the moment he said he was. He hadn't mentioned that it wasn't in the sense she thought.

Paul had been surprised how nervous he had been. His mother had never been a scary mom, even when she was cross with him as a child he had been ashamed but never fearful. Now though, as he held open the door to their suite he felt his heart beating hard in his chest rhythmically with the throbbing of his cock in his pants and had to swallow down his apprehension and force a smile to his lips.

"Paul, what can I say? Thank you, I had a wonderful evening. The food, the dancing, the walk back to our rooms; it was like being young all over again."

He knew he was beaming but couldn't help it.

"I just wanted it to be special, because you are so special to me. And you are young." Leaning forward Paul rested his lips against his mother's very gently for a moment before drawing back.


"Shhh. Just go with it for a while longer." Feeling suddenly emboldened his lips met hers again but this time he pressed a little harder. He had no idea what else to do and so he stepped back and looked up.

"Teach me what to do, mom, show me how to kiss someone properly."

He sat down on his bed suddenly wondering if his legs would support him for much longer.

"Paul, I can't do that. You should learn with a girlfriend, taking each step carefully together. It isn't something you get lessons in from your mom!"

For a moment he looked away unable to meet her warm brown and, he knew, concerned eyes. Finally, unable to keep his gaze from her he turned back.

"I don't want to learn from someone else, I don't even want to go on a date with someone else, all I want is you, please, mom, even if it is just for tonight."

The room was warm and carefully he slid his suit jacket off his shoulders and then picked it up from behind him and placed it on the bedside chair. He knew his mother would need a minute or two to process what he had said and so next Paul loosened his tie and undid his top button. He shucked off his shoes and made himself comfortable half lying, half sitting on the bed, his back resting against the cushioned headboard.

"Plenty of room for one more, mom, please?"

For a moment he thought she would refuse. Instead, hesitantly, the love of his life nodded and moved round to the other side of the double bed he had specifically requested when they booked their rooms.

"Just for a while. We have to drive back tomorrow and I don't want to catch all the traffic."

Paul nodded. It was enough, for a minute or two at least, that she had agreed to get on the bed with him. He knew he would have to move slowly if he was to get close to seducing his mother, and he still wasn't sure if he would even be able to go through with it, but so far things were going well. He only hoped if she baulked and wanted him to stop he would be able to.

"There's a lovely view from here. Much nicer than in my part of the suite."

"Oh I know; the view is just perfect."

For a moment she seemed confused but then, as enlightenment spread across her face, Jillian laughed.

"Silly boy."

"No, mom, I'm not a boy, not any longer. I'm a man, a young man, but a man nevertheless."

As if to prove his point, and before she could reply, Paul leant forward and captured her lips once more. This time his hand rested on her thigh and he gently moved his fingers as his tongue tentatively sought entrance.

"Mmmm, nnnn ..." His mother's muffled words disappeared as, with a sudden relaxation of her body, she parted her lips and Paul felt himself being admitted. His tongue floated across his mother's before he began exploring. They danced together, his mom seemingly as intent on discovery as he and for minutes on end the world mattered not at all as they kissed and gradually touched passionately.

"Oh my. We ... Paul, honey, I hope you learned something from that because we must never do it again. It is so wrong."

"No, you know that's not true. If it was wrong it wouldn't feel so good, wouldn't make me ... well, feel how it makes me." His courage suddenly sky high Paul gently took his mother's hand and rested it over his burgeoning cock. The gasp he got in reply made him laugh and he looked into her deep brown eyes before speaking.
"You do that to me all the time. Kissing you, well it was almost too much."

"That's not me, that's you being eighteen years old and male!"

"Shhh. Of course it's you."

Leaning forward he brushed his mother's lips. Jillian raised a hand to her face, fingers tracing where he had just been, and he saw her struggle with her emotions for a moment before making a decision and, for the first time, taking the initiative.

The feel of her lipstick against his skin was so erotic Paul was sure he would cum if he wasn't careful. It wouldn't take him long, especially with his present company, to get hard again but somehow he knew if he blew his load his mother would leave and that thought alone was enough to take him back from the brink.

Instead he began to concentrate on the kiss and how it made him feel. The heat of her body next to his, the feel of her hair as it brushed his forehead, again the silkiness of the lipstick, all made a lasting impression on him. With a moan he ran a hand up onto her shoulder and moved so they were laying as close as they possibly could.

"Let me see you, mom, I want to touch your skin, kiss you, God, I want to make love to you, please."

The heat of the moment had gotten to him and Paul blurted out his desires. Fearfully he looked up but, to his delighted surprise, his mother didn't look at all annoyed or disgusted.

"You are so young, baby, why do you want to be with me? And what ... what would your dad say?"

"He doesn't ever have to know, I'm not gonna tell him or anyone else for that matter. As to why, that's easy. No one compares to you, mom ... Jillian, they never will. We ... we don't have to go all the way, I just want my first time to be with you."

The room was suddenly silent but the pressure seemed to push down on him as he waited for her response. Slowly she moved away, got to her feet, and his heart sank. Then, with a half smile, she spoke again.

"You can't touch me if I'm still wearing these clothes. If you help me take them off I'll do the same for you."

"Uhhh ... oh, fuck, God, I ... I mean yes ... yes, ma'am."

Scrabbling furiously he moved himself across the bed, almost falling at his mother's feet in his haste to do as he had been told.

Finally, standing next to her, he closed his eyes for a moment to ground himself and then, with shaking hands, reached out.

The buttons on her shirt seemed impossibly small or his fingers impossibly large but gradually he undid all of them. His mother, smiling sexily, shrugged her shoulders backwards and the shirt shimmied to the floor behind her. Her hands moved to the fastening of her bra but Paul moved too.

"No, please, for a while, leave it. I love the way you look with it on. So beautiful." He moved slightly and, with a deep breath, placed a tender kiss on each of the soft smooth globes before looking up to see nothing but love in her eyes. Her approval spurred him on and it was easy to find the clasp to his mother's skirt. In two smooth movements it too lay on the floor with the shirt and his mom stood before him naked except for matching bra, panties and stockings.

"My turn I think."

He stood, almost statue-like; apart from the shiver each time her fingers brushed across his shirt, and let his mother take all his clothes off. When he was totally naked he watched as she carefully removed her own stockings and panties before lying back on the bed.

They both knew they had reached a point of no return. If they carried on then things would change between them forever and for a moment Paul watched as, again, his mother thought through what they were doing. Finally he saw her take a deep breath and reach out to touch him gently before speaking.

"I can't believe I am going to do this, but please, Paul, I want you to touch me, kiss me again, even make love to me."

Everything seemed to move in slow motion as he climbed back onto the bed kneeling beside her as he was suddenly totally unsure what to do next.

"You can sit on me if you want, sweetheart, that way we can reach each other easily."

With a silent nod of his head Paul did as he was told and was almost instantly straddling his mother. He leant down, his hard cock now resting against her dark pubic hair, and kissed her again, gently at first but found he couldn't control himself and his kisses got more fervent. The tenderness of their previous embraces was gone, passion took over for them both and, as Jillian's fingers wove into his hair, Paul rubbed himself against his mother, enjoying the new sensations and trying to remember everything they were doing.

Gradually the kissing was replaced by tender touches as fingers explored the new bodies before them. Paul, feeling his mother trace the vertebrae of his spine, let out a moan, and shuddered.

"You always loved that as a baby, I could get you to fall off to sleep easily when I ran my fingers up and down your back."

"I remember. Now though it just makes me feel so good. Tell me where you like to be touched, I want to make you feel this way too."

His mother paused and Paul knew she was still having problems with what they were doing.

"Please, Jillian, let me do this, just once."

"I love to have my skin touched, just as I'm doing to you. Almost anywhere feels so good. I ... my ..." She took in a deep breath and Paul could almost hear her regulating her thoughts and giving herself permission to continue. "My nipples, lick and suck my nipples, baby, please."

The groan that left him was one of acute arousal and finally he reached forward to release the catch on the beautiful bra his mother was still wearing. Her breasts, so smooth and white, slipped from their restraints and he saw, for the first time, her large, dark nipples, already puckering before he had even reached out to caress them.

"Oh, God, mom, so beautiful, so sexy ... like this?" He took the left nipple into his mouth, sucking on it and running his tongue over the now rock hard nub.

"Yesss, baby, just like that. Ohhhh, harder, suck harder. Yesssss, ohhhhhh, yes." Jillian's back arched, raising her off the bed and Paul reached out to play with the unattended nipple. His mother's head thrashed on the bed, her hair already disarranged, as her breathing got heavier and movements more languid.

"Mmmmm, don't stop, please, don't stop, Paul, baby, love ... love it ... you, love you."

Her words, broken by heavy breathing spurred him on and Paul moved so that his now throbbing cock was against her hip. Pressing down he began to cant his own hips so the movement stimulated him.

"Kiss ... move across ... the other one, Paul, please, suck my other tit too."

Moving his head back just a little Paul began to place butterfly kisses across his mother's chest until he could take the other nipple into his mouth. As he once again began to suckle on her he felt her begin to stiffen.

"Mommy's gonna cum, baby, ohhh, god, find my pussy, Paul, touch me there, please, help me cum ... yes, oh yes."

His fingers had no sooner touched the silky soft skin between his mother's legs for the first time than they were soaked with juices. He kept suckling as he stroked her pussy lips feeling her shudder again before letting out a deep sigh and relaxing back into the mattress.

"Was ... did I do ok?" He knew his mother had cum but wasn't sure how much he'd had to do with it.

"Are you kidding? That was wonderful. Come here, darling, just lie with me for a minute or two. I'm not done yet."

For a while they said nothing, Paul rested his head on his mother's shoulder, kissing the skin beneath it before he changed position so, instead, his mother was leaning on him.

After both of them had caught their breath and looked at each other furtively a few times Paul moved away and grasped his mother's purse from the side of the bed. Passing it over he looked into her eyes and smiled.

"Could you put your lipstick on again?"

"Sure, honey, but why?"

For a moment he was quiet. He'd always liked girls who wore pretty shades of lipstick but now he'd kissed his mother when she was wearing it, it had become so much more than that.

"I liked the feel of it ... when you kissed me and ..." He paused, not sure if he should continue or not.

"And? Paul, I think we have probably got to the state in our relationship where we can pretty much talk about anything!"

"Yeah, I guess so." The atmosphere suddenly became totally relaxed and Paul shook his head and smiled before continuing. "I want to see what my cock looks like with your lipstick marks on it. And my nipples, and my ... and my ... my everywhere."

It was his mother's turn to smile and her dainty laugh filled the room before she took out a small mirror and the gold case her lipstick was kept in.

"Can't have me not kissing 'your everywhere', now can we?" Slowly, sensuously she applied the sexy gloss before carefully dropping everything back into her purse and placing it on the floor by her side of the bed.

"So, lipstick and bras. You had better explain, young man." The stern voice she used was similar to the one Paul had heard when he was young and left broccoli on his plate. Not at all fazed he nodded his head and, reaching for her hand, cleared his throat.

"You are the sexiest woman I've ever seen and the lipstick makes your lips look so ... so wonderful. The first time I thought about kissing you, touching you, making love to you, you were fast asleep in your underwear. I ... I could see your hair curling round the lacy panties and your nipples through the bra. It was so hot, so sexy. I wanted you to be like that just for me."

"You like the hair?" His mother touched her pussy as she spoke and he nodded.

"Oh yeah, I want to bury myself in it, to taste you, lick up your cum ... if you'd let me."

"You would eat me out?"

"Ummm, yeah, is that what it's called?"

"Yes, darling, that's what it's called. Your father won't do it, even though he knows I love it. I'm not going to stop you if you want to try."

He nodded his head and then forgot everything as he felt a warm hand touch his cock.

"I think I would like to play with this first though, if you'll let me."

"Ohhhh, God, yes, but slowly, don't want to cum yet. Don't let me cum yet, Jillian."

"Can you cum twice in an evening, baby?"

He nodded; not daring to believe his mother would want to let him do so.

"Then I'll make you cum this way first. Maybe taste you."

Paul let his head fall back against the pillow. His senses were already on overload, but now he had the chance to let his mother jerk him off and then wait for him to get hard again to do something more.

All thoughts left him as the fingers, grasping him firmly yet tenderly, began to move. Slowly at first they rose from the base of his cock up the eight inches until they were teasing at his hard, throbbing head and then, unbelievably everything stopped.

Moving his hips, trying to get his mother to carry on, had no effect and for a moment Paul raised his head to see what was happening. It was obviously what Jillian had been waiting for because immediately she lowered her head and, for the first time in his life, Paul felt the hot wet warmth of a mouth around his cock.


"Shhhh, let me make you cum, baby. Just enjoy."

His hands began to play with his own nipples as his mother swirled her tongue around his hot prick. He pulled and twisted at them but stopped as suddenly he realised she was moving lower, taking him all into her mouth and then swallowing over his head. He felt her press her lips against his skin and as he looked down once again saw the lipstick stain around the base of his cock and knew he was lost.

"Ohhh, can't ... God, mom, can't ... fuck!" His body seemed to freeze and then suddenly he felt himself explode. Pulse after pulse of spunk shot into his mother's mouth until she moved back so the last shots landed on his curly pubic hair. Jillian licked her lips and reached down, running her finger into the white crème before taking it into her mouth, showing him her loaded tongue and swallowing.

"Ohhh, God. That was fantastic."

"Taste yourself, darling, then relax against me. If we are going to let his evening go all the way to the end, you'll need your strength for what I have in mind!"

He felt his mother begin to French kiss him again and for the first time his own cum rested against his tongue.

He had nothing to say; his mother had obviously decided to go for broke. Paul knew she would have difficulties with her decision later, but that could be dealt with then. For now he was more than willing to go along with whatever it was she wanted him to do.


The room had remained silent for quite a while although neither of them had been still. Paul had begun tracing lazy patterns on his mother's skin, knowing now how much she liked it. As she had lain looking at him he had gently drawn her face, running his fingers across eyebrows, cheeks and lips before leaning forward to kiss her once again.

In return she had, once again, run her fingers up and down his back, gradually working lower and lower until she was just dusting her fingers over the soft cheeks of his ass.

As the fingers finally began to dip in between the cheeks and towards his tight rosebud he began to moan again and she looked up.

"Your skin is so soft, Paul, I ... I want to lick it, kiss it, taste it all. Will you let me?"

He couldn't speak and so nodded his head, speechless once again. Jillian's fingers stopped moving and he watched as she moved closer and then her lips were against his own and the kissing began again.

His mother moved so she was leaning over him and then began to run her long nails over his nipples. The feeling as they grazed back and forwards was hard for Paul to describe but he knew he loved it. Just as he was about to reach out, to begin touching himself his mother moved again and suddenly his left nipple was being sucked and laved.

"Ohhhhh, that ... god, mom, so good." The warmth, the wetness made his other nipple desperate for some type of sensation and he began pulling on it himself, rolling it between his fingers, pressing tightly and relishing the feelings until his mother touched his hand with her own and he stopped.

"Let me, sweetheart, you have such sensitive nipples, I want to play with them, to make your cock hard and ready for me."

"Are ... you, you sure?"

"I wasn't, but yes, now I am. I want us to screw, Paul, fuck, make love, whatever you want to call it, I just want to do it."

"Screw, we can screw, or make love, I won't ever fuck you, mom, not ever."

Jillian smiled at him and once again Paul felt his heart swell with pride. His mother lowered her head and his right nipple was enveloped just as his left had been. The softness of Jillian's tongue and the nipping of her teeth tormenting Paul as he tried to reach down to pull at his cock, to take himself higher than he was already flying.

Again time seemed to stand still as he relished the new sensations his mother was showing him, and then, with regret, he watched as she sat up.


"You said you wanted me to teach you, was that just a ploy to get me into bed or can I really show you what I like?"

"No, please, show me, I really do want to learn, but only so I can pleasure you." Paul felt a blush as it rushed up his chest and face but saw no condemnation in his mother's beautiful face and felt his confidence returning once again.

"I want you to eat me, push your tongue in my pussy, taste me, but I want you to do it while I am sucking your cock."

The room regained its silence but for a moment it was an uncomfortable one.


"Baby, I want this now, maybe as much as you do, but it isn't something we are going to be doing again so I want to live out some of my fantasies as well as yours. Do you mind?"

"No ... no, of course not. Tell me though, tell me what it is you fantasize about; I want to make this as hot for you as it is for me."

Paul ran a hand through his hair, trying to take in all that was happening. His mother seemed to be speaking the truth and he had no intention of doing anything to dissuade her from the course of action she had chosen.

"A 69, I want to try a 69 with you, baby, please."

Paul realized in that moment just how naive he really was.

"Um, ok."

The relaxed light laugh of his mom breezed past him and he waited.

"Stay just as you are, I'll do the technical bits, ok?"

Nodding his head and wondering what he was getting himself into Paul watched as his mother moved up the bed and then straddled him in a similar fashion to the way he had done with her earlier.

"A 69 means we can both do the same thing at the same time. Just think about the figures."

With that his mom lowered her already dripping pussy towards his lips and with a moan that seemed to emanate in the depths of his soul Paul reached up to grasp her hips as his tongue began to lick slowly over the silky skin.

At the same moment he felt his cock being enveloped once again and the moan lengthened and deepened even more.

The taste of his mother was wonderful, Paul could feel her juices as they coated his tongue and the undulation she seemed to be able to make her muscles do only increased his pleasure.

He realized he had been thrusting his hips upwards and listened as his mother gagged on the head of his cock. For a moment Paul paused his movements but she didn't seem to be in any distress and, unable to remain still, he began to push into her once more.

Soft fingers ran over his balls and onto the sensitive skin behind them and Paul increased the speed of his own movements as he began to recognize signs which meant his mother was about to cum again.

Lifting her head off his cock Jillian began to moan loudly. She pressed harder over Paul's face but he had no intention of stopping.

"Oh, yes, yesssss, Paul, just like ... just like that. God, ohhhh, god, cumming, gonna cum, baby." The words stopped and Paul felt his mother's finger nails as they dug into his hips. Still unable to breathe he sucked and licked until suddenly his mouth was flooded with juices and his mom raised herself up as she cried his name once more and then flopped over to the side and lay next to him.

If Paul had thought his mother was in need of a rest he was mistaken. As soon as she had caught her breath Jillian raised herself up and began to French kiss her son, her tongue invading every corner of his mouth as he surrendered to her.

"Mmmm, so long since I've tasted myself that way. Thank you, darling, that was wonderful."

"Good, I ... I loved you sucking me, but you were choking, I would have stopped."

"No, no, it is so exciting to feel you do that to me. I was gagging on your hard cock and loving it. Now though I want to do something else with that hard cock, are you ready?"

For a moment he was confused but then Paul realized his mother wanted him to slide his rock hard dick inside her.

"Ohhh, yes, I am so ready, mom, but I ... I don't want to disappoint you ... dad, he's done this for so much longer ..."

His mother's soft finger rested against his lips.

"Shhhh, your inexperience is part of why I'm so turned on. Let me do what you wanted and be your first, ok?"

For an answer Paul reached out and moved his mother closer to him. His lips latched on to the beautiful breast swinging just above him and he began to suckle. His hands grasped at her soft butt cheeks, kneading them as he listened to her breathing rate increase again and heard her begin to moan.

"Let me get ready, baby."

The soft tit meat moved away from his hungry lips and Paul watched dreamily as Jillian picked up her lipstick, applying it quickly before she leant down to capture his cock, and he felt himself harden even more as the marks he so wanted to see appeared on his shaft.
"Like that?"

"Yes, like that, everywhere."

His mother nodded her understanding and moved back to kiss both nipples. The stain, perfectly shaped only enflamed him more and with a groan Paul grasped his cock knowing it would only be minutes before he had to shoot again.

"No, that is my job now. Let me."

His mother positioned herself so that she was sitting upright over his cock. He felt her fingers as they grasped him and then watched wide eyed as she began to guide him into her hot sexy body.

The feeling was like nothing he had ever imagined. So tight, so warm and then when he thought it couldn't get any better she began to move her body up and down his length.

"Ohhhh, fuck, mom, Jillian, oh god."

His mother leant forward and captured his lips with her own. He could feel her rock hard nipples as they grazed his chest and the undulations he remembered from when he explored his mother's pussy began to pound his cock and then, amazingly Jillian's tight channel seemed to clench around him.

"Yes, Paul, gonna cum on your cock, come with me, baby, mix our juices together, yes, now!"

"Can't ... mom, can't hold it, cumming with you ... ohhhhhhh!"

Words became impossible as suddenly everything he had began to pour from him. Pulse after pulse, convulsion following convulsion, Paul's cum filled his mother's pussy and then began to leak back out.

His senses began to desert him and Paul fell back against the pillow unable to form any coherent thoughts or actions as the world darkened and then disappeared from sight.


Paul's wakeup call had been his mother gently kissing his lips; his early morning exercise had included taking his mother from behind, holding on to her beautiful tits as he plunged into her over and over until she had almost screamed his name before once again bathing his cock in her wonderful juices.

The best moment had come just a little later though as he lay back on the bed, his cock in his tight fist, watching as she played with herself just for him.

"I want you to have this bra, baby, to remind you of our time together, but you have to do something special to it first."

"What?" His hand sped up as he thought about owning the very piece of clothing she had worn as he kissed and caressed her just the night before.

"I want you to jerk off into it. Fill the cups with your cum and then keep it that way, use it again for the same purpose and remember what we did."

"Oh my god."

Her words almost tipped him over the edge and he watched in fascination as she picked up the beautiful lacy garment and ran it between her legs to soak up some of her own juices.

Slowing down his movements Paul waited for her to relinquish her treasure and then, as she lay it across his thighs began to speed up again.

"Ohhh, ohhh, can't hold it, you're sure?"


It was all he needed. His cum shot out of his cock arching up and landing neatly inside the delicate white cup. Again and again he pulsed out his release until he could no longer move a muscle.

Dazed but deliriously happy Paul picked up the bra and held it to his face. His cum glistened against the material and he watched as his mother dipped a finger in and then sucked his spunk off it.

"Mmmm, delicious."

There were no words in Paul's vocabulary eloquent enough for him to express himself and so instead he got to his feet and pulled his mother close to him. Their lips met and he gently sought entry. Without hesitation Jillian let him in and they kissed passionately before reluctantly pulling apart.

"We have to go home, baby, and we absolutely can't tell anyone about this. But it has been the most exciting weekend of my life and you provided me with the ultimate date. Thank you."

The kiss this time was chaste, platonic, and on the end of his nose. Paul nodded, still unable to speak properly and made his way towards the bathroom. He knew when he returned, washed and dressed, they would be an ordinary mother and son again and from now on that would probably never change. That fact paled into insignificance though because he also knew, before that, even if it had been for only one night, they had been lovers, an extraordinary fact which would never change either.

The End