Mother Son Date Nights

I kept fussing over my hair, trying to make it look perfect for tonight. It was date night with my Son Timothy. Ever since he was a small child, I took him out for a special mother-son evening every other week, and tonight was our night out.

As I fussed over my hair, Kevin, my husband, watched with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Ewww, someone is ready for their big date with our Son. It's your third date since he turned eighteen. You know what date number three means."

"Kevin, this isn't one of your Literotica stories. This is just mother-son bonding time."

"Oh, what's wrong with the stories I read on Literotica? You read a lot of those stories, too."

"Yes, but I read from the romance section your freaky ass is always on the incest and loving wives pages."

"Hmmm, that does sound like me. But hey, I saw the lingerie and dress you plan on wearing. That seems like third-date material to me."

"Ugh, it's not our third date. We have been on hundreds of mother-son dates and a few mother-son weekend trips as well. Yet here you are with your perversions, trying to turn something wholesome into something sexual." I said as I finally put the last bobby pin in place.

"Hey, I'm not the one in a short green dress on a date with a teenage boy." My husband teased. This was nothing new to me. I knew he had an incest fetish from early on in our dating life, but I also knew it would never be fulfilled due to a lack of options. Kevin had grown up an orphan in the foster system, and a childhood accident left him infertile, so he would never produce children of his own.

To get pregnant with Timothy, I needed to use a sperm donor, and to Kevin's disappointment, the donor was not a family member of mine, nor did I have sex with the anonymous donor.

I gave my husband a stern look, saying, "You sure do talk a big game, mister, but what would you say if I woke you up after one of these dates and told you I'd had sex with Timothy?

"Hmmmm, I'd think I was having a nice dream," Kevin said, laughing.

I huffed and returned to the mirror to work on my makeup. In truth, there was a lot I had not told Kevin about our mother-son dates. Starting about ten weeks ago, only six weeks before Timothy's eighteenth birthday. That was when our mother-son dates had become a little less... wholesome.

Ten weeks ago

My Son had taken me to our favorite bowling alley for our date night. We had been to this place many times before and enjoyed competitive games of bowling and pool with each other, as we were roughly the same skill level.

On that night ten weeks ago, Timothy made his first move.

"Eww, we're all tied up after nine frames. Let's make a bet, Mom," Timothy said to me. Making a bet on our games was nothing new. It usually involved small pocket cash or a back rub. A few times, Timothy won the right to stay out after curfew. It was never that big a deal, so I agreed.

"Alright, mister. If I win, I want a thirty-minute foot massage." I said, looking forward to having my feet taken care of.

"Deal, but if I win, then on our dates from now on, I want to call you Dani instead of Mom, and you call me Tim instead of Timothy."

"That's an odd request," I said. I thought it over briefly, but seeing no apparent downsides, I agreed.

A few minutes later, Tim beat me with a score of 173 to 171.

I shook off the defeat and challenged him to some pool games. Tim eagerly agreed and set up the table while I ordered another round of food and sodas.

Two games later, I sank the eight ball for the second game in a row. "Ah! I win again!" I shouted. "Keep losing like that, and I'll have to go back to calling you Timothy on our dates."

"Oh, you wanna bet?" My Son asked.

"Sure, let's make a bet. If I win, I get that foot massage," I said, fully confident in my playing abilities tonight.

"Alright, and if I win, we will call each other Dani and Tim from now on--not just on dates but at home and everywhere else as well, " my Son said with a smile.

"Ya, ya, you're not going to win Buster. Now rack'em, I'll break."

Eight minutes later, I watched Tim sink the eight ball. I felt unbelievably hustled. My Son, whose butt I had been kicking all night, didn't even let me have a turn. After I broke, I watched as Tim called and sank every shot perfectly, leaving all seven of my balls on the table.

After he sunk the eight ball, I walked over to him and started pounding on his broad chest. "Not fair, not fair, not fair. When did you get so good at pool?" I said

"Ha! I've been practicing." Tim said. Then he grabbed my wrists to stop me from beating on his chest, saying, "But hey, how about we go home, and I give you that foot massage anyway?" I let out a slight squeal of joy; my aching feet would get taken care of.

*****

Finishing my makeup, I dropped my tan bra, temporarily exposing my c-cup breasts and earning a whistle of appreciation from Kevin on the bed. Loving my husband's praise, I walked over to him topless. I grabbed his hand and guided it up my outer thigh. When it reached the hem of my panties, Kevin pulled them down for me, exposing my shaved pussy to him.

"Hmmmm," my husband said, inspecting his wife's pussy. I crawled on top of my fully clothed husband, placing my pussy above his clothing-trapped cock.

"You know you're the only one to ever fuck this pussy, sweetie. I've been your faithful girl since high school." I started shifting my hip in circles, rubbing myself all over my husband's sweatpants. "Yet here you are joking about letting our son fuck this pussy that's only ever been yours." Kevin let out a slight moan as I felt his dick jump. Smirking, I just said, "Pervert." Then dismounted my husband.

"Hey, Dani," Kevin said, a little more serious now. "If anything happened, you would let me know, right?"

I didn't immediately say anything.

Eight Weeks Ago

I was so proud of my Son, but I was also terrified. Earlier that day, he had taken the Oath of Enlistment for the United States Army. Tim was going to be a helicopter mechanic, hoping to become a helicopter pilot after serving four to six years enlisted. He was set to ship out to basic training a couple of months after he graduated high school.

The ceremony was part of the pre-game events at a local college baseball game. It was mid-spring, and the weather was gorgeous. Tim decided that we would watch the game for our date and then go hiking on the nearby trails.

Tim laughed and socialized with the other recruits while getting more handsy with me than usual. I was accustomed to warm hugs and being guided from my back by my Son. However, his hand found a place on my leg.

At first, it was just my knees, but soon, he started to place his hands on my inner thigh and leave it there. I discretely adjusted my Son's hand, but he would follow it up by stretching, then lower his arm behind me so he could place his hand on my butt. Not wanting to create a scene, I just left his hand on my butt until he moved and started the whole process over again.

I decided not to say anything to Tim and just finish the date with him. I had been dressed in light clothing for hiking, as our next destination was a local hiking trail. However, on the trail, Tim took the most challenging path, a level of difficulty I was not accustomed to.

While hiking, Tim's fondling of me increased. Tim helped me pass some of the rougher terrain, often with an unnecessary guide of the waist or boost to my butt. One time, I stumbled, and he caught me by my breasts. As I hung in his arms, I felt a small squeeze of my breasts before he lifted me up.

By the time we got back to the car, my patience with my Son had worn thin. It was not okay for him to be groping his mother. However, I was still conflicted about saying anything... until he started driving us home and put his hand on my knee again. Then I blew up, venting all my frustration.

"STOP THAT!" I yelled, shoving his hand away. "Stop groping me!" I again yelled at my no startled son.

"I was just uh." Tim started to say, but I didn't let him speak.

"You have been groping me all day, grabbing my ass at the baseball game. Touching me every chance you get on the hiking trail. Squeezing my boob when I tripped. Stop; a son shouldn't be touching his mother that way!"

We sat in silence for a while before Tim finally said, "Sorry," with a deflated tone.

My anger vanished, and I suddenly felt terrible for making my Son sad. The feeling was utterly irrational, but it's still what I felt. I leaned over to my Son's arm, giving it a hug. "Baby, you can't touch mommy like that. I'm your mom and married to your Dad. You can't touch me that way."

Tim was quiet for a second before replying, "I'm sorry, Mom. It's just that I have so much more fun with you on dates than I had with any of my girlfriends. I just kind of feel into the pattern with you that I have with them. Mary doesn't have a problem with me touching her, so I just kind of let things be natural with you as well. I'm sorry if it made you uncomfortable."

For some strange reason, mentioning Tim's current girlfriend, Mary, made me feel irrationally jealous. I loved Mary and thought she was a wonderful girl, but now I was envious of her.

"It's okay, Tim. Let's just go home," I said as I held onto my Son's arm the rest of the way home.

*****

"Ya, I'd tell you if anything happened." I lied to Kevin. The fact was, a lot had already happened, and I had gotten extremely nervous about tonight's date. I put on a pair of red silk panties, knowing all too well that there was a good chance Tim would get to see these tonight.

Six Weeks Ago

"AAAAAAA!" I screamed as we hung upside down on the single-loop carnival ride. This was followed by my stomach dropping as we were let loose and spun back to the bottom of the loop, only to go around once more before our momentum slowed down enough to allow the riders to disembark. "Ohh, I am never doing that again," I told my Son, standing beside me with a shit-eating grin.

The local carnival had set up shop at our mall, and Tim had decided it would be the perfect place for our date. It was a wonderful date idea. I had always loved carnivals after dark.

"Ya, that ride was great. I love it." Tim said, all smiles.

"How are you not sick?" I asked, feeling my stomach still moving.

"Oh, if I want to be a pilot, it will take a lot more than that to throw me off." As my Son spoke, I noticed his gaze settle on my chest. My c-cups were being held by a push-up bra and strapped down by a tight-fitting red tank top that tucked into my cut-off jean shorts.

"Hey, eye up here, mister," I said to my Son, shocked that I had to correct him on where to look. Not that he hadn't checked out my breasts before, but he never stopped to stare at them before now.

"Oh right... hey, look, hall of mirrors, let's go!" Tim said, not waiting for an answer as he took my hand and guided me to the next attraction. I felt a tingle in my pussy as my Son assertively took me to the next attraction.

We paid for our ticket to go in, and I was immediately lost. I had no idea where to go, which allowed Tim to take advantage of my confusion so he could "accidentally" bump into me several times, brushing into all different body parts with each bump. I felt myself getting excited. Having him test the boundaries with me was fun, as long as he didn't cross any lines.

The carnival was winding down for the night when we left the hall of mirrors. Tim took me to one more attraction, the Ferris wheel. "Dani, let's go for a couple of spins, " my Son excitedly said, once again grabbing me by the hand and leading me to our next attraction.

The guy running the ride gave Tim a wink as he loaded us up. I knew what he was thinking but didn't think saying anything to him would be worthwhile. We rode the wheel as it spun around a few circles, watching the city from a high, leisurely angle, then watching the carnival crowd as we descended. Tim and I were near the top of the circle when the wheel paused, overlooking our small town with the soft glowing lights sprinkled across the trees.

"Absolutely beautiful," Tim said.

"Yes, it is," I replied, looking back at my Son. Only then did I realize he had been looking at me this whole time. Without any notice, Tim closed the tiny gap between us and placed his lips on mine.

I froze in absolute shock as my Son gave me a one-sided kiss. Then, regaining my senses, I pushed him away and slapped him across the face. "Take me home," I said before looking away from him.

Once we were off the ride, I refused to touch Tim or even look at him. We drove home in silence. When we were in the house, I watched as Tim retreated to his room. Once I knew it was safe, I entered the master bedroom, where my husband was still awake, reading a book.

"Hey, welcome..." my husband started.

"Shut up and take off your pants, we're fucking." I commanded as I hooked my fingers inside the waistband of my own very wet panties.

*****

I stepped into my dress for the evening. It was a forest green Floral Jacquard Satin Lace-Up Mini Dress that stopped roughly five inches below my panties. My husband whistled appreciatively. "Wow, that's a dress you get lucky in, " he said, continuing his teasing.

In truth, I knew I looked like the high school slut going to prom. It excited me that I could look like that, being thirty-eight years old. "I'm not fucking our Son Kevin. You need to get those dirty thoughts out of your twisted head."

"Sure, but you'll at least kiss him, right? That was his birthday wish."

"I know it was his birthday wish, which was extremely inappropriate. Did you put him up to that?"

"Not one bit; great minds think alike, you know, like father like son or something like that."

But you're infertile; you know you're not his biological father, I thought to myself, but I decided to hold back. "I will think about it."

Four Weeks Ago

"Happy birthday, dear Tim, happy birthday to youuuu!" I finished singing with Kevin as we looked on at our Son Tim, who was turning eighteen years old today. We watched Tim blow out the candles, clapping as he did so.

It wasn't Tim's official birthday party; it was just the three of us in the kitchen right before Tim took me on our mother-son date night. As I cut the cake, Kevin asked Tim, "What did you wish for."

"Oh, I'm not supposed to tell, right?"

"Come on, you can't expect your wish to come true if no one knows about it."

"Hmmm, I don't know; you might get mad at me, Dad."

"Since when have I gotten mad at you? Come on, just tell us."

"Okay, but first, promise not to get mad at me."

"I promise, son, now just tell us."

With his eyes slightly cast down, my Son said, "Well, I wished Dani and I could end our dates properly with a good night's kiss."

Instead of looking at my Son, my eyes shot to my husband. Kevin's gaze was already on me, light beaming from his eyes as he heard his own Son say he wanted to kiss his mother. I slightly shook my head, 'No,' but it was too late. I listened in disbelief as my husband said.

"I don't see a problem with that. Sweety, you have my permission to give Timothy a little good night kiss if he earns it."

"Absolutely not!" I protested, "Tim is my son; I shouldn't be giving him good night kisses like we are a couple."

"Dani, don't be that way. It's just a kiss. Nothing would happen with just a kiss good night," my husband said, clearly excited by this development.

I looked at my Son, who had a pleased look on his face, then back at my husband, who was starting to show a tent in his sweatpants. After a brief silence, I faced my Son. "Let's go, Tim. Your father isn't going to be any help here."

Tim took me to a coffee house hosting poetry readings for our date. The poets were not bad and kept us entertained for a few hours, but I was only half paying attention the entire time, as my primary focus was on my Son's birthday wish.

I only had to hold things together for a few more months, and Tim would be off to basic training with the Army. I knew that kissing my Son would be the wrong thing to do and could easily damage our relationship forever. However, I couldn't deny how hot and bothered his stolen kiss on the Ferris Wheel got me or the fact that I had a hard time telling my son 'no' to anything.

My mind was still in turmoil when the night came to an end, and I found myself standing outside my bedroom door, face to face with my Son. Looking up into Tim's eyes, I said, "Just one small kiss."

Tim smiled down at me, saying, "Okay."

I watched, transfixed on my Son's lips as they approached mine. He wrapped his hands around my waist as our lips made contact. A jolt of lightning shot down my spine as I started to kiss my Son back, only the second man I had ever kissed.

Our lips started moving together as my hands moved to his back, pulling him closer. I felt his tongue scrape across my teeth, looking for an entrance to my mouth, as my Son's hands moved to my butt.

I teased my Son for a tiny bit before slightly parting my mouth, allowing his tongue access to inside my mouth. In return, I moved mine and started invading his mouth, tying our tongues together as we dueled for position.

I continued kissing my Son, getting hotter and hotter, until I felt a strong desire to have sex. That's when I cut the kiss off and separated myself from my Son's grasp. Looking at Tim, I said "good night" and entered my bedroom, where my husband was sleeping.

I shook my husband awake, saying, "Take off your pants; we need to fuck"

"Hmmm, did you give our son a good night kiss at least?" Kevin asked.

"Stop being such a pervert and just fuck your wife," I said.

*****

I waved goodbye to my husband as I left for the living room. As I entered, I found my Son waiting for me, sitting on the couch watching his phone. He wore tan pants, a blue button-down shirt, and black dress shoes.

"Hey, sweaty, I'm ready to leave," I told my Son. Tim stood up, wordlessly placed his hand on my back, and guided me out the front door. When we were outside, I discreetly stepped in front of the doorbell camera to block its view as Tim leaned in to give me a brief but tender kiss on my lips.

Ever since our first real kiss, Tim and I have been stealing kisses from each other behind Kevin's back. It had become a little game for us to find places to steal a kiss or hide and make out in the closets of one of the bedrooms like teenagers. I let Tim's hands roam free during our closet sessions, but even for the quick kisses, he often grabbed a breast.

Tim guided me past his father's 2023 Hellcat, the car he always used to take us on mother-son dates... until our last date night. Last time, Tim took us on a date in his 1970 Oldsmobile Toronado that he had been rebuilding since he turned fifteen. The car's defining feature wasn't the engine, paint job, or interior, although Tim had done a fantastic job with all of them. No, the defining feature was Tim's extra wide bench in the back seat. It was a red leather seat that was one bench with no middle hump and no seat belts to get in your way.

Two Weeks Ago

Tim shocked me when he guided me past his Dad's yellow Hellcat and towards his metallic grey Oldsmobile. "Oh, we are taking your car today?" I asked, confused as to why there was a switch-up.

"Ya, I felt like I should be taking my date in my car. Dad's car is cool, but I feel better driving the car I bought and rebuilt." Tim said, smiling at me with an absolutely heart-melting smile. Tim walked me to the passenger side, letting me in the car and shutting the door behind me. He had told me to dress in a long skirt I could dance in. So I wore a flowy knee-length red skirt with a sequin tight-fitting top that exposed my arms and neck.

"Where are we going tonight?"

"Fuego Ritmico"

"Ewww, I haven't been there before. Do you think it's any fun?"

"All I really know is they are open until the sun comes up, and I feel like dancing the night away," Tim said as he pulled us out of the driveway.

When we arrived at the club, Tim parked behind some hedges at the far end of the parking lot. "I don't want my car getting dinged when the drunk dancers leave." I didn't question his motives; the parking lot was already half full, and the club music was audible outside.

The night was absolutely wonderful. For hours, I twirled around in my Son's arms. We had done this before; dance lessons were part of our weekly routine, but tonight, Tim was a lot more... commanding. He led me around the dance floor, and I just followed without a care in the world.

Sometime around three in the morning, we were taking a break next to a couple in their forties, making small talk. However, I saw the woman's eyes burning with passion for her husband the whole time, and in the middle of a sentence, she cut him off with a kiss. The small kiss turned into a full-on makeout right in front of Tim and me.

Feeling slightly out of place, I said, "Okay, sailors, we'll just..." I was cut off as I turned back to look into Tim's face, the same burning passion in his eyes that I saw in the man's wife's.

"Can I get my good night kiss a little early?" My Son asked, not even waiting for an answer as his lips closed the gap with mine.

I froze as my Son's lips met mine, and he started to kiss me, but the awkward moment lasted only a moment. I felt my body melt into him as I kissed my Son back. Our tongues left our mouths and began to duel as we sank deeper and deeper into the kiss.

Suddenly, I remembered we were a mother and Son in public, and I pushed Tim away, a look of dejection covering his face.

"Not here, sweety. We can't do this in public," I said, watching my Son's dejected look turn to understanding.

Tim thought for a second, then stood up, taking my hand and saying, "Let's go." I stood up, leaving the still-making-out husband and wife, and followed Tim out the door into the parking lot. I followed Tim back to his car, but instead of opening the passenger door, Tim opened the door to the back seat and guided me in. Once inside the car, I moved over, allowing Tim space.

Being in the back seat of a car with a horny teenager started to make my heart race. I looked around, noticing that in the dark night we were practically invisible behind the hedges Tim parked behind. Looking back at my Son, I knew he was ready to resume our kiss, and the burning between my legs told me I was ready to.

Tim and I resumed our kiss without any further words, this time letting our hands explore each other's bodies. I ran my hands through his thick hair, across his broad shoulder, and down his muscular backside.

Tim's hands were all over my body at first but settled on two spots, one on my ass and the other on my breast. I enjoyed the feeling of getting groped by only the second man in my life when suddenly I felt his hand on my breasts move down my body, down my legs, to the hem of my skirt, then under my skirt.

I pressed my legs together, hoping Tim would get the hint, but I didn't want to stop the makeout. Tim ignored my signals and continued to move his hands up my thigh. So I moved my hand to block his hand. This time, it worked; Tim withdrew his hand and moved it back to my clothing-covered breast.

We kept making out for a while when Tim's hand made its way back under my skirt. This time, I was a bit slow closing my legs and allowed Tim's hand to almost come in contact with my soaked panties.

"Tim, sweety, I really like this kiss, but you need to keep your hands out of my skirts. Okay?" I said, hoping he didn't realize I had asked him instead of telling him.

"Okay, Dani. Let's kiss a little longer, okay?" Tim said. I answered him by joining our lips again.

As I sank back into Tim's lips, he moved his body off the seat and lowered me down to where I was lying down on the seat. Tim put one hand behind my head as a pillow while the other explored my body.

It wasn't long before I realized my skirt kept getting hiked up higher and higher with each pass of Tim's hand until, finally, my soaked pussy felt a draft. I felt my Son's hand rubbing my thigh, inching closer and closer to my pussy.

"Tim, don't," I said, but my leg betrayed me, opening up wider for my Son. Tim didn't hesitate. As his hand made contact with my soaked panties, I let out a soft moan, then locked my lips back to his.

Tim's thumb rubbed a small circle around my clit. I grabbed on tight to my Son's shoulders as his hand sent small shocks of pleasure through my body. My hips started pressing upward when I felt him pull my panties to the side and insert to fingers into my pussy.

"Awwwwwww," I moaned into Tim's mouth, our lips still locked as my Son's digits started to explore the pussy that had given birth to him.

Tim worked in a steady and deliberate pattern, finding all the sensitive spots inside of me and focusing on them. My pussy clamped down on my Son's figures while I ground into his hand.

I was so focused on my pussy that I hand not notice when Tim pushed my top down, exposing my breasts, until I felt him remove his mouth from my lips and go down to suck on my nipple.

"oooooooooo," I moaned at the new sensation as Tim alternated between nipples, sucking on them and even biting them with just the right amount of pressure.

I felt my skirt get pushed up to my mid-drift, and my top got pushed down to meet the skirt. I was in just my panties now. As I realized this, I felt Tim's hand remove itself from my pussy. My pussy felt empty as Tim started to move. Then it flooded again when I realized he was hooking his fingers under the waistband of my panties.

I surrendered to the feeling as I lifted my hips, allowing my Son to pull my panties off me, fully exposing my sex to him in the dark. I was fully nude in front of my Son, and I loved every second of it.

Tim moved between my legs and lowered his mouth to my pussy. I quivered with anticipation as I felt his hot tongue make contact with my vulva, teasing me as he worked everywhere but my clit.

"oooo, oooo, oooo" I moaned. "Please, Tim, pleassseee"

"Please, what, Dani?" My Son asked with a coy smile.

"You can kiss me, you can kiss me on the lips, you can make out with my lips, both sets of lips, please Tim, make out with my pussy lips, please, please, please, ple ooooooooo," I let out a moan as my Son's tongue ran across my clit. I was in absolute heaven as I thrust my hips into my Son's face.

Tim focused down on my clit, as I grabbed his head and shocked it into my pussy as my hips bucked into my Son's face. "oh shit, oh shit, I'm cumming, I'm cummmmmmm," I shouted, exploding into orgasmic bliss, on my Son's tongue.

Tired, naked, and worn out from my orgasm, I fell back onto the seat to catch my breath. "Tim, that was amazing, sweetheart. Absolutely amazing." I said to my Son. However, I was quickly pulled out of my post-orgasmic daze at the sound of my Son's belt becoming unbuckled.

Looking up, I saw that Tim had pushed his pants and underwear off and was starting to crawl between my legs again.

"No, no, no, no, no, no." I said, sitting up in a panic. "We are not having sex; we have already done too much," I said, desperately wanting to preserve my relationship with my Son. I thought to myself It's only four more months until he goes to basic training; I can resist him for four more months.

"Mom, it hurts," he said, pointing down to his rock-hard cock. Even in the dark, I could see the veins popping, and I knew my Son needed relief. Crap I hope I can resist him for four more months.

"Okay, baby, I'll take care of it, but we can't have sex," I said. I moved off the seat and laid my Son down, dick pointed towards the car roof. I took Tim's dick in my hand and inspected it for a moment before deciding to inhale all six inches in one smooth motion.

"oooohh, Mom, holy shit, that feels good." My Son moaned as one of his hands wrapped itself in my hair and started controlling my motions on his dick. Tim placed his hand on my head, holding my hair, using it as leverage to guide my motion on his cock.

My tongue kept bathing my Son's cock as his hand forced me up and down on him. The fact my Son was using my face as a fleshlight sent a mini-orgasm through my body, and I shook with pleasure again just as I heard "AAAAAAA" followed by an explosion of cum, shooting from Tim's dick into my waiting mouth.

I struggled to swallow everything Tim shot into my mouth, allowing some of it to drizzle out the side. Still, I kept swallowing as much as I could and sucking on Tim's dick to draw out any extra. I lovingly cleaned my Son's cock before moving back up to his face.

"Mom, that was amazing. Can we do his between dates, please?" Tim asked, looking longingly into my eyes.

"Sweety, I don't know about that. These dates are a special time for just me and you, and I've never done anything close to cheating on your father until tonight." As I said this, my hand was absent, mildly messaging my Son's balls, causing his eighteen-year-old cock to stand at attention again.

"Ohhh, Mom, you got me excited again."

"Sorry baby, I'll take care of that for you," I said to my Son as I went back to suck his cock, this time swallowing every drop of cum he gave me.

Less than an hour later, we were back in front of my bedroom door, having just pulled my mouth of my Son's lips as he said "I love you, Mom."

"I love you, Tim," I replied before slipping inside the room I shared with my husband. It was almost five in the morning. I crawled on top of Kevin, gently shaking him awake.

"Give me a kiss, lover," I told my husband. In his groggy state, Kevin leaned up and kissed the mouth that had been wrapped around our Son's cock less than an hour early. The mouth that still had residue of our Son's cum in it.

"Now fuck me!" I demanded

*****

Tim and I had fun just talking about random things while flirting with each other the whole car ride to our date. I wasn't worried about what would happen on our date; in preparation, I had my husband fuck me at least once, if not twice, a day, since my last date with Tim. However, I felt my stomach drop to the floor when Tim exited the highway and pulled his car up to a ticket booth.

Looking at the poster outside the booth, I saw two movies listed: a horror show and a romantic comedy. In the distance, I could see a very large screen, and I realized Tim had taken me to a drive-in movie theater.

Getting laid at a drive-in movie theater was an obvious cliché. Still, it was one I loved; a bucket list item I had never told anyone about, not even Kevin. I figured if Kevin ever took me, I'd ensure he got lucky in the back seat. However, it looked like the apple didn't fall too far from the tree as I was now here with my Son and knew for sure he was going to try and fuck me.

Kevin pulled us around to a spot in the lot away from the concession stands and bathrooms. I could see that in the daylight, it was out in the open, but when the sunset, you could go unnoticed because there would be no reason to look in this direction. The idea that Tim had been so careful in his planning started to make my pussy wet. I chastised myself for those thoughts and tried to focus on the evening.

"Hey Dani, I don't want any food, but could you get us a few drinks from the concession stand?" my Son asked.

"Sure, baby, I'll be right back." Taking my chance to escape, I headed to the bathroom. Once there, I immediately got into a stall, trying to catch my breath as my heart was pounding.

Okay, Dani, you have to take control of this situation. You can not have sex with your Son. You love your Son and want to keep your relationship with him pure. This isn't a big deal; just tell him no. I ran affirmations in my head repeatedly but realized they weren't working.

Getting desperate, I looked at my hand for a moment and got an idea. Raising the hem of my dress, I placed my fingers underneath my panties and started rubbing. I did my best to control my moans as I spent the next five minutes rubbing myself to orgasm in the bathroom stall. Once I had taken off the edge, I left to get the drinks and return to the car.

When I returned to the car, it was dark outside, and the previews were playing on the screen. As I approached, I had a drink in each hand and looked at my Son, who had a giant grin.

"Oh no, I know that look, what did you do?" I asked, handing him his drink.

"Me? Absolutely nothing. You just look beautiful tonight, " he said, taking his drink and opening the car's back door for me. Tim had lowered the front bench forward a little to clear our view from the back.

My mind knew I shouldn't get into the back seat with my Son; I knew this was way too dangerous. My better judgment told me getting into the back seat was wrong, but my better judgment wasn't in control anymore. Obeying the burning sensation in my pussy, I stepped into the back seat and scooted over to make room for my Son.

The first movie was a jump-scare horror flick. I squealed at every little jump and every creepy noise that came over the car radio. Each time I jumped or flinched, I pressed myself harder and harder into Tim's strong, muscular body, hiding my face in his chest.

Halfway through the movie, the killer managed to corner one of the girls, and I let out a scream, getting way too involved in the movie. Tim moved toward the car radio, turned off the sound, and then looked back at me.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. Why don't we put up the sun visor for the rest of this movie? " he said, already moving to put up the sun visor to block the view of the movie, covering the inside of the car in darkness as the light from the screen disappeared.

"Thank you, baby," I said, grabbing him again to help calm my nerves.

"It's alright, Dani. I've got you, " my Son said, holding me in his arms. I relaxed into him, his presence making me feel safe. When I had calmed down a little, I looked up at his face and into his adoring eyes. I lost myself in the faint light reflecting in his eyes, not even noticing that he had moved to lock his lips with mine.

I accepted Tim's kiss, pouring my excited emotion into the makeout. As our tongues started to battle for position, I felt his hand begin to grope my breast, while his other hand was placed behind me, helping to guide me onto my back. The wide car bench made for a comfortable bed for my petite frame as I relaxed into the leather seat.

I felt the seat shift as Tim positioned himself on top of me. I wanted to object as I felt him unbuckle his pants and take them off while still making out with me, but instead of objecting, my hand simply roved down his body and felt his bare ass.

I tried to think about how I was about to betray my husband as I felt Tim unzip my dress and lower it to my mid-section, exposing my breasts to him. Yet all I could think about as Tim sucked on my nipples was how much Kevin teased me about doing this.

I tried to think about how my relationship with my Son would change forever if we had sex, but all I could think about as Tim pushed my dress him up to my waist and removed my panties was how good his cock felt in my mouth two weeks earlier.

What finally brought back some resistance was one question every woman on a date with a teenage boy had. As Tim was lining up his cock to push into his mother's pussy I asked, "Tim, do you love me?"

Tim looked at me, shocked by the question, before recovering and saying, "Of course I love you."

"Really? You don't just want to use me for sex?" I said with severe nervousness in my voice. I had only ever been with one man in my life. The thought of giving myself to a man who just wanted my body for sex was starting to terrify me.

"Dani, I love you. You are the best mother anyone could ever ask for. I've been in love with you my whole life. I just want to show you how much I love you." Tim said as he planted more kisses on my lips.

I knew it was probably bullshit. I knew he would say anything to get laid right now, but it was enough; it was all I needed. I just had to ask one more thing. "Tim, can you do one more thing for me?"

"Sure, Dani, anything." He said, excitement threatening to boil over.

"Can you go back to calling me Mom instead of Dani?"

In the dark of the car, I could tell Tim was looking me in the eyes as he said, "I love you, Mom." I pulled him down for a kiss as I lifted my hip, allowing my Son the slide into my already-soaked pussy in one smooth motion.

I moaned as my Son stuck his dick into my pussy, stretching out areas his father had never reached. I powered through the initial discomfort as he took a slow and steady pace, allowing me to get used to his increased size. Tim kept working a steady pace in and out of me as I wrapped my legs around him, drawing him deeper with each thrust.

"Oh baby, oh baby, mommy loves you, fuck mommy's pussy." I cued softly in his ear. The come-ons had the desired effect as Tim increased his tempo, clearly excited about my words.

"Fuck mom, you're so fucking tight. You're tighter than my girlfriend, holy shit." Tim said.

"That's right, baby; mommy is tighter than Mary. Oooo, oooo, aaaa, aaa oooo baby, you're bigger than your daddy. I love you so much, baby; keep fucking me."

"Mom, I love you, fuck fuck fuck." Tim said as I felt his pace increase and get a little more erratic.

"Just a little more, baby, mommy's almost there, mommy's almost there, just fuck me a little longer."

"Mom, I can't; I'm about to cum." Tim said, thrusting even deeper into me.

"Hold out just a little longer; mommy is almost there, baby."

"Aaaaa, I can't, Mom, sorry," Tim said as he tried to pull out of me, but my legs wouldn't let him. With a mind of their own, my legs clamped down around Tim's waist, keeping him lodged inside of me even as he attempted to get up.

"AAAAAAA" My Son shouted. "Holy fuck, Mom, I'm cuuu" Tim didn't finish his sentence as his hips thrust forward one more time, burying him as deep inside me as he could get. I felt power shots of cum erupt from his cock and deposit itself in my waiting womb.

"Ooo baby, mommy's cumming, I'm cumming" My Son cumming inside of me sent me over the edge. My womb quivered with joy as my pussy clamped down around my Son's cock and spasmed in a blissful orgasm, drawing him cum even deeper inside of me.

Tim collapsed on top of me. I welcomed his weight as we caught our breath. I couldn't remember a time I felt more satisfied in my life, but one thing nagged in the back of my mind that I couldn't quite put my finger on.

Tim and I took down the sun visor when the romantic comedy started and snuggled with each other in the back seat under an oversized blanket Tim had brought with him. We were both completely nude under the blanket. We spent most of the movie feeling up each other's bodies and having an occasional makeout.

Near the movie's end, Tim put the sun visor back up and laid me down again. This time, I welcomed my Son inside of me with wide-open legs. He wasn't as eager this time and lasted far longer.

When I felt my Son starting to reach orgasm again, I said something that reminded me of what I had forgotten about.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, cum for mommy baby, give me those baby makers," I said, suddenly realizing that I had never been on birth control a day in my life. Kevin was my high school boyfriend and infertile since before I met him. There was no need for birth control. Yet now my Son was thrusting into me with his virile sperm that was very capable of getting me pregnant.

I did the math in my head and determined it was a dangerous time, but I was too late. As I realized my mistake, Tim started shouting "Mooooooom" as he unloaded a second batch of potent sperm into my fertile womb.

"Ohhhhh shiiiitt," I said, the wrongness of the situation sending me over the orgasmic edge, causing my womb to draw in even more sperm. As Tim collapsed on top of me again, I simply held my Son, wondering if he had made me a mommy again.

Shortly after Tim had cum in me for the second time, the movie ended. We cleaned ourselves up, fixed the car seats to their proper place, and drove home. Not much was said on the way home, so I just held onto my Son's arm as I watched the lights go past.

Once back at the house, Tim tried to get lucky for the third time that night. I gently turned him down, but he was very persistent, so for a third time that night, I was on my back in the back seat, moaning into my Son's ear, as he deposited even more sperm in my vulnerable womb.

At my bedroom door, Tim gave me a deep but tender goodnight kiss before I slipped into the master bedroom, where my husband was still awake, reading a book.

"Hmmm, you're up late. Is that a good book?" I asked, approaching my husband while trying my best to do a model walk.

"Ummm, sweetheart, you're a disheveled mess. Did something happen?" Kevin asked. I thought it was cute that he clearly had a high level of anxiety in his voice as his wife walked towards him with messed-up hair and a wrinkled dress everywhere.

When I got to the bedside, I hiked up my dress, exposing my bare pussy to my husband. I took his hand and ran it along my inner thigh, collecting our Son's cum from off my leg. Kevin brought the sperm to his nose and inspected what he was seeing.

"No, you didn't," he said with a mix of excitement and disbelief.

"Kevin, I had sex with our son," I said proudly. I leaned in and gave Kevin a massive kiss, then pulled back. Looking deep into my husband's eyes, I said, "Now fuck me."