As we found a high table with a couple of stools, I couldn’t help glancing around. “Mum, I think everyone is looking at you,” I whispered.
“Let them look because I’m only here for you, baby,” she whispered back.
I couldn’t help smiling. “Thanks, Mum.”
Enjoying a couple of drinks was a real rite of passage, amazed that I was enjoying it far more in the company of my mother, who provided animated conversation and, being completely honest, was a smoking hot fox in comparison to my three idiot friends. After finishing her third glass of wine, she asked if I was ready for the club.
Even though I was the arm of an obviously older woman, the bouncer still viewed my obviously real driver’s licence with what I thought was suspicion before allowing me in. Mum purchased the first drink this time before we left them at the bar as Mum immediately wanted to dance. Now I can admit I had two left feet, but all Mum did once we were on the dancefloor was loop her arms around the back of my neck and press her body against mine.
“Just sway, baby,” she whispered, “And move your hands to just above my arse.”
“Like that?” I asked, making her immediately smile.
“And if you want to move further down, I won’t slap your hand away.”
“Now you’re being naughty… Or weird…”
“Just want you to have a good night, baby. And as I’m your date for the night, you should at least get a good feel of something. My arse is safe.”
“What about the two mounds pressing into my chest?”
That earned a giggle. “I haven’t missed you glancing at my cleavage, baby. You think I have nice tits?”
“God yes,” I admitted immediately, “Mum, I’ve always thought you were beautiful, but tonight you’re something else entirely.”
“Good. I wanted you to have a hot date tonight. I love you so much and wanted it to be special.”
Moving my right hand down to cup her arse made her smile. “Well, if you’re my date…”
We swayed to a couple of songs before returning to the bar. She sipped at her wine as I sank half the bottle of cider rather quickly as my heart was beating rapidly and I was scared of how aroused I now was. I think she realised immediately, resting a hand on my forearm. “It’s okay, baby,” she assured me, “Don’t worry about it.”
“I was hard,” I stated softly, “Sorry…”
“Think I’m worried that my handsome date was aroused because he thinks I’m hot?” Placing a hand on my cheek, she made sure I was meeting her eyes. “It’s natural, baby. It’s okay. Don’t think too much about it. Just go with the flow and enjoy yourself. I signed that note as Madeline.”
“You’re not… Um… I mean, are you suggesting something…”
“Not tonight, baby. Not tonight.” Sculling her wine, she moved her hand to mine. “Come on, I want to keep dancing with my handsome date. Good thing tomorrow is Saturday and you’re now in the off-season.”
She didn’t hesitate in moulding her body against me again, her head against my shoulder, as I immediately moved a hand down to her arse. And I just knew she would have felt my almost raging erection pressing into her in return. I’d been aroused from the moment she appeared in the living room. Let’s be honest. I knew we were close, but I’d been crushing on my mother hard for a while by now. Maybe she was aware, maybe she wasn’t. Maybe this was just one night where we could pretend.
Lifting her head up slightly, I gazed into her green eyes behind the lenses of her glasses, watching her lick her lips before lifting herself up to give me a soft kiss on the lips. It wasn’t something we did too often. It was brief but I didn’t miss the feelings behind such a simple kiss. Squeezing her arse provoked quite the giggle as I then did the same thing with my other hand.
“You like my arse, baby?” she breathed into my ear.
“I like more than just your arse… Madeline…”
“Naughty, baby… But acceptable while we’re on this dancefloor. I’ll be ‘Mum’ again when we get home.”
“Maybe we could do this again, Madeline?”
The smile she beamed at me made my heart flutter again. “You mean that, baby? You’d go on another date with me?”
“Absolutely.”
She melted into me, hugging me ever so tightly as I moved my hands up to her back, stroking her softly like I always did. “How are you only eighteen? You sometimes have the maturity of someone ten years older. You’ve been such a support to me, baby. I can’t express how much you’ve meant to me these past four years. It was never fair on you, I know that.”
“Don’t care, Mum. I’ve always been here because I love you so much as well.”
That made her cry for a few seconds. I felt guilty for making her cry until she lifted her lips to my cheek again. “Thank you, baby. I think we need to go. Madeline wants another glass of wine but should call it a night before either of us gets drunk.”
Walking out of the club a little later, she’d organised a taxi to pick us up and drive us home. Paying the driver when arriving, I took her hand and led her inside, Mum asking if I wanted a nightcap. I didn’t particularly want another drink, pulling her into me as we swayed around the living room. The only light was provided through the open curtains and faint moonlight. I didn’t miss how she was gazing up at me.
“Baby… Would you like to sleep with me tonight?”
“Sleep?”
“Just sleeping, baby. I want to end our date with you in my bed. I want to be held by you tonight. Can you do that for Mum?”
“Mum… I’d love to do that for you.”
She kissed me softly on the lips and it lasted a few seconds before she slowly leaned back and caressed my cheek. “Can you handle seeing me nearly naked?”
“I think I’ll be just fine, Mum.”
Leading me into her bedroom, she turned around and asked me to unzip her. Doing that slowly, the clasp of her bra came into view as I lowered it to where it ended just above her arse. Mum let it slowly fall down her body where the back of her panties and then the tops of her thigh-high stockings came into view. Leaning over to pick up her dress, she draped it over a chair as she turned around to face me. I was achingly hard by now as the colour of her lingerie matched the dress. She was a walking wet dream.
Looping her arms around the back of my neck again, I felt her press her body into mine and I couldn’t help the groan as she felt my erection press into her. Leaning up to kiss me softly on the lips, her eyes positively sparkled behind the lenses of her glasses.
Her nimble fingers made short work of my shirt as she helped that off, placing it over the back of the same chair, her fingers then caressing my chest for a few seconds, before they moved down to the belt buckle, then button and zipper of my trousers, kicking off my shoes and socks at the same time. My trousers hit the floor, Mum slowly moving down and I didn’t miss her stopping at the rather large bulge in my underwear.
“Is that because of me, baby?” she teased.
“You know it is, Mum.”
Sitting on the side of the bed, I kneeled before her as I helped take off her heels, gazing up into her eyes the entire time. Biting her bottom lip, I could see her chest rising and falling, and I had a feeling she was as aroused as I was. Running my fingers up from her foot, up her calves and to her thighs, Mum couldn’t stop the moan as I ever so slowly rolled each thigh-high stocking off her legs before I caressed her bare flesh.
“Baby…” she whispered. Leaning up, she leaned forward as we shared a soft kiss.
“Thank you for tonight, Mum,” I whispered back.
“You enjoyed your date tonight?”
“I definitely want to do this again.”
Getting into bed, Mum spooned back against me, and feeling her press against my erection made me groan lightly again. “Baby… Would you have masturbated tonight if you were in your own bed?”
That made me laugh. “Mum… I would have beat my dick until it was red raw tonight.”
Mum chuckled as she snuggled further against me. “And would you have only thought about me?”
“Can I be honest, Mum?”
“I’d like to think you don’t lie to me, baby.”
“I think about you all the time.”
She remained silent before I heard her sniffle. “Thank you, baby,” she whispered, “I know I probably shouldn’t thank you, being your mother, but I’ve never been blind to how close we are, and now that you’re eighteen…”
“Mum… If I wasn’t here, would you be masturbating too?”
“I masturbate every night, baby.”
I didn’t know what to say until I finally whispered, “That’s so hot, Mum.”
“I can still feel how hard you are, baby. If I took off my panties and threw them at the wall right now, they’d stick there. The only reason I haven’t taken off my bra and panties is that, if I do, I might not be able to control the situation.”
“You sleep naked?”
“Of course, baby. I love being naked in bed.”
Somehow, we both managed to fall asleep a little later though I woke up the next morning with one of my hands cupping a breast as my hard-on was almost nestling between her legs. What I didn’t miss was that Mum’s hand rested over my hand cupping her breast and I could feel how hard her nipple was underneath the thin fabric.
“You awake, baby?” she whispered.
“Just woke up. Want me to move my hand?”
“Absolutely not. I shouldn’t be enjoying how hard you feel against me, but after what you told me last night…”
We remained snuggled until my stomach grumbled, Mum rolling over to face me. Leaning in to give me a kiss, I moved my hand down to her arse, feeling how soft and smooth her skin was, but the surprise was when she lifted a leg up onto mine and my cock almost brushed against her covered pussy. It was the same kiss as before, something more than just a chaste kiss but not quite the long, passionate kiss I had experienced with one or two girlfriends.
I was left thinking Mum wanted more. I certainly wouldn’t complain if the kiss lasted longer and led to something else.
Getting out of bed, I watched as Mum grabbed another bra, turning her back as she took off one bra and slowly slid on the other. I had no problem expressing disappointment at missing the show, Mum glanced back and smiled as she grabbed some underwear, dropped her panties and putting on a clean pair. Picking them up, she smiled at me again.
“They’re still so wet, baby,” she told me, “And part of me wants to fling them on your face.”
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