Frowning, Dylan sat down on the leather couch, displaying a defeated attitude. “Well, this sucks. My life sucks.”
Julie walked around and sat on the coffee table in front of her son. She put his face in her hands. “Oh Dylan. I’m so sorry. I don’t want this to be hard on you.”
Leaning back from her, Dylan continued, “Well it does, Mom! While you’re living out your dream, I’m stuck pretending to be married to my mom, forbidden to date any other girls.”
Concern on her face, Julie asked, “What would make this situation better for you, Son?”
Dylan took a long moment to answer. “Well, there is one thing you could do.”
“What is it?” Dylan’s mom asked, leaning forward in anticipation.
“I do enjoy spending time with you. Actually, more than anyone else. If I can’t date any other girls, at least let me date you.” Dylan said matter-of-factly.
“What do you mean exactly?”
“What I mean is that my life is wasting away pretending to be married to you. I can’t go out on the town and actually enjoy life. So it’s time I did. With my wife! With you! If you forbid me from dating other girls, then you need to let me date you.”
Julie let the words sink it. What her son was saying was actually quite reasonable. The situation was hard on him. Perhaps the fairest thing was to allow their marriage to begin operating more like a real marriage.
“OK, Dylan. You’re on!” She said enthusiastically, glad that they had come to a solution. She certainly couldn’t have her son out on the town with other women. Soon their real estate clients would find out and destroy their business.
Standing up, Dylan pulled his mom up with him.
“Where are we going?” she asked curiously, as he pulled her toward their bedroom.
“Getting ready for our date tonight, Silly,” Dylan boldly responded.
Entering their massive master closet, Dylan asked his mom to pick out some clothes for him to wear. Dylan had also added a few more suits and dress clothes to his wardrobe. After she picked out a casual but attractive outfit for him, Dylan picked out a blouse, tight jeans, and high heels for his mom to wear.
Dylan began going through the drawer of bras and panties.
“No, no, Bucko. None of that,” Julie protested.
“Mom, we’re married! I bought these for you. Please let me pick them out. I know I won’t see you in them, but I can at least imagine what you have on under your other clothes.”
Dylan held in his hands a skimpy white thong and white lacy half-cup bra. Both were made of very expensive fabric. Julie put her hands on them, running her fingers over the material, imagining them on her body. A small shiver went through her as she thought about her son being fully aware of what lingerie she would be wearing. How could she look him in the eye with him knowing the sexy bra and panties she had on under her clothes!
As she looked up into Dylan’s eyes, both of their hands still holding what would soon be touching her privates, those very same privates began to stir with arousal.
“Fine!” she relented, still looking into Dylan’s eyes. “Now get out of here so I can change.”
Julie walked out in a thin tight sweater that didn’t quite reach her waist. Her skin tight jeans revealed every curve as she walked in her high heels. Dylan’s cock stirred as he imagined the sexy lingerie embracing her bosom and womanhood under her clothes.
Before they left the master bedroom, Dylan opened a small jewelry box on the nightstand.
“Mom, time to switch wedding rings. Once you cross that border, you are no longer married to Cliff. Tonight you’re my wife,” Dylan said, as proudly as possible.
Julie shuffled over hesitantly to the nightstand, absentmindedly twirling her decades old wedding ring currently on her finger. Opening the lid, her eyes gazed at the diamond-plated band her son had put on her finger only weeks ago. Its financial value was many times greater than the one on her finger. She slipped off her old ring, her hand now symbolically free from her faithful marriage to Cliff. She allowed her ring finger to slowly penetrate her new band, a legal reminder of the illicit marriage with her son. She subtly shivered as her finger became one with the ring.
Hand in hand they went out on their date together, presented their relationship to all of their penthouse neighbors. Dylan had already scouted much of the downtown night scene. First they enjoyed some appetizers and drinks at an upscale bar a few blocks away. Soon they were joking and teasing one another, fitting right into the noisy energy of the place.
Dylan was partially perched on a tall stool next to their pub table. As his mom walked past him, he pulled her round ass into his crotch forcing her to lean back into his chest.
“Hey baby, you new around here?” he bantered.
Julie began bouncing her hips side to side between his legs to the music. “It’s actually my first time. Do you think you can show me a good time tonight?” she said, playing along.
While acting as natural as possible, Julie was actually trembling with fearful excitement. She was blatantly flirting with her son in public, just like she was his girlfriend. Even though this is what she had promised him, her body was tense as she rubbed it against her son.
Dylan stood up, turning his mother toward him. They both had joyful grins on their faces, as they unashamedly gazed into each other’s eyes. Julie placed her manicured hands seductively around his neck. Her son’s hands curved around her waist, boldly landing on the top of her round butt.
As they continued staring into each other, their hearts began to race. Pursuing their sexual tension in such a public place added a forbidden danger to their relationship.
“What’s a girl gotta do to get a kiss around here?” Julie asked, her tongue deliberately moistening her lips.
The mother and son began to eagerly kiss one another. Both of them kept their eyes open, enjoying the intimacy of body, mind and soul. Pulling back, a bit out of breath, Julie scanned the room anxiously, her hidden shame coming to the surface.
“Everything alright, Mom?” Dylan asked.
Her eyes fell back on her son. A smile quickly returned. “Yes, Dylan. Everything is just fine. Just getting used to the dating scene again.”
She leaned forward and nibbled on his ear. “And remember,” she whispered. “I’m your wife, not your mother.”
Their simultaneous snickers were soon swallowed up as their mouths resumed their intimate embrace. Julie’s breasts pressed up against her son, his hands caressing her curvy hips.
“Mmmmm, your chest feels so good against me. I wonder what you are wearing underneath?” Dylan teased.
“If you only knew,” Julie winked at him. Grabbing his hand, he led them out of the pub onto the sidewalk. “Let’s find someplace to dance!” The drinks and comfortable presence of her son had loosened up his mom.
Dylan knew the perfect place. Soon their bodies were pressed up against each other on a crowded dance floor at a nearby club. Their hands continued to explore each other’s bodies, as they became more comfortable with each other’s touch. Kissing each other often, they appeared very much like a young couple in love.
After using the bathroom, Julie found her son sitting on a chair in a dim corner waiting for her. Feeling a bit devilish, she straddled his lap and began making out with him enthusiastically. Dylan placed his hands on her hips, drilling her further into his lap.
“You’re pretty good at this,” Dylan shouted over the loud music. “You ever given a stranger a lap dance before?”
Julie began to grind provocatively, a wicked grin glowing on her face. “Who said you were a stranger?” Leaning down, she thrust her tongue into her son’s mouth. “You’re my husband of 3 weeks!”
“Whoohoo!” Dylan screamed.
They spent another hour on the dance floor, their legs intertwined at times, Julie often teasing her son by grinding her ass against his crotch. During one of the offbeat songs, difficult to dance to, they simply held each other as if slow dancing. Looking into each other’s eyes, they continued enjoying their new dating status.
“So is this what dating was like when you were younger?” Dylan asked his mom, shouting over the music.
Julie leaned in closer on her tiptoes, the tips of her perky breasts provocatively touching Dylan’s body. “Not even close,” she whispered in his ear. “This is by far the best date I have ever been on!”
Dylan dug his hands into her denim pockets, grabbing her ass, pushing her luscious body against his own. “Even dates with Dad?” Dylan clarified.
Julie thought for a moment, her cheek resting against her son’s, moist from their spirited dancing. As always, Julie was not a fan of lying. She prided herself in being an honest person. But Dylan’s question had put her in a tough position. She already felt pangs of moral guilt from her fling with her son. The infidelity of the situation weighed heavily on her conscience.
As if reading her mind, Dylan spoke again in her ear. “Don’t worry about it, Mom. It doesn’t matter. Sorry I asked.”
“No, no, Honey, it’s perfectly alright,” Julie responded, not wanting to ruin the moment.
Julie had to be honest with herself above all. As she thought to herself, she admitted that dating Dylan was indeed much different than when she dated Cliff. And much better! Sure, no longer being an immature teen made things different. Now she was a fully formed woman, mature in her ways, certain of what she wanted. Like a ripe fruit ready to be picked, her son and their incestuous marriage had come at the perfect time. She could not deny what she was feeling.
Julie leaned in closer, her lips grazing her son’s ear. “I was telling the truth when I said this was the best date I have ever been on.”
Their bodies were meshed together as tight as possible, her full pert breasts unable to compress any further. Julie was resigned to leaving her marriage to Cliff in the jewelry box with their wedding ring. In Canada, she was going to date her son with full abandon.
“I am having the time of my life, Dylan. You are the best boyfriend a girl could have.”
Their faces parted just enough so that they could reunite their mouths once again. For several minutes they made out passionately on the dance floor. They were unaware of others around them. The beat of the music and the beat of their hearts seemed to pull their bodies magnetically together. Their hands explored every curve and tight muscle within reach, their tongues penetrating each other’s mouths in oral intercourse.
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