My Graduation Gift was a Date with My Mother

I'd done it. I fought it, I stuck it out for four years and now I was done. The sheepskin with my name on it was all mine! I packed up and got the hell out of that place. Like so many new grads, I had no place to live and not a lot of money to find one, so back home with Mom and Dad it was.

The first few weeks home had been kind of hectic. Dad got me a job at one of the vendors that supplied his company. My work schedule was kind of screwed up and left me with a lot of free time to waste. Mom, being the social bee she was, always had other things to do. I didn't really see either of them much most of the week, but we always got together on the weekend and did a few things.

Mom was a nice looking lady and was always friendly to people and sometimes a bit flirtatious. She'd gotten burned a few times though and had to tone it down away from home.

This one Saturday, Mom was acting a bit wild. Maybe it was the wine or the heat or the combination of the two, but she was acting overtly aggressive. It was warm and she wasn't wearing a lot, just a simple summer dress that hugged her figure and some sandals. Dad was sitting at the table going over some reports. I sat in another chair with a cup of coffee. Mom waltzed up to me, took me by the arm and leaned in close.

"How would you like to take me on a date?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know, a date. Dinner, dancing, who knows what else?"

"Mom, are you OK?"

She winked wickedly at Dad, "I'm terrific!! You should try me!"

"Son, I don't really have time to take her out any more the way she likes to. I'm just too busy and tired. So we thought about her taking on a friend to do some of those things, but that lead to worries about safety."

"Then you came home and suddenly I had an attractive young man at my disposal! Someone who I knew I could trust with anything, no matter how crazy."

Dad added, "We got the idea of a big fancy dinner to celebrate your graduation, and maybe making it a date with your mother."

They were double teaming me and I knew they were up to something. They already had this worked out and they were trying to convince me to go along.

"Can you two cut to the chase? What are you suggesting?"

They looked at each other and shrugged. Mom took a chair beside me.

Dad put whatever he was reading down and looked at me.

"We have a bit of a problem developing. Your mother has a much higher sex drive than I do and I just can't keep up with her any more. I tried and the doctors are telling me I have to slow down."

"I thought about taking on a boyfriend and I even dated a couple of guys. But it just didn't work out. The chemistry wasn't there so I never even thought about going to bed with them. Then they got a bit creepy. That's where the feeling about safety came in."

"Your mother and I had a few other ideas, but none of them felt right. We talked to some counselors and the things they suggested weren't right for us either."

"We were about to give up on the whole idea and just leave me to my toys when your Dad stumbled on some stories that piqued our interest. I was kind of disgusted at first, but the more I read, the more I warmed up to the idea. Some of them were pretty bad, and almost predatory or abusive, but many were really nice stores of budding relationships between mother and son."

"Son, your mother is a very, very attractive lady and we've both seen the way you look at her when she's dressed up nice and even when she isn't. We've also noticed than you can get a bit touchy-feely at times."

"Mom, Dad, are you taking about incest? Yeah, Mom's pretty, but are you really suggesting I have sex with her?"

"We're opening up a discussion about trying to solve a problem in the family and we'd like to find a solution within the family."

"Are you asking me if I want to have sex with my mother?"

"We're asking you if you'd like to help us take care of a problem." Dad sounded like he was getting frustrated and maybe even regretting starting this.

"Look, I'm not opposed to trying to help find a solution. What exactly do you have in mind."

"Like I asked before, would you like to take me on a date? Maybe a nice fancy dinner for your graduation? I'll get all dressed up and what happens happens."

"You want to try to seduce me and get me in bed?"

"Maybe. Would that be so bad?"

"Mom, it's incest."

"Oh, so what?"

"It's illegal!"

"So is spitting on the sidewalk, but people still do it. With the number of stories and even movies about it, can it really be so wrong?"

"Yeah, it could be."

"OK, look, read some of these stories and here's the titles of a couple of movies we watched. I think you'll find one of them to be very interesting."

Mom handed me several sheets of paper they'd printed out with stories of moms and sons having sex. I promised I'd read them and we dropped it for the night.

I wasn't sure if I would read them or not, but I tossed them on my nightstand.

A couple of nights later, I couldn't sleep and grabbed the stack. The first two didn't do anything for me at all, but the next ones got more interesting. About seven or eight in, I was thinking this might not be such a bad idea after all. Yeah, they were getting to me and I couldn't stop reading. My dick was getting interested too.

I typed in the website on Mom's notes and watched a couple of the films. While they claimed to be real amateur mom and son, I was pretty sure they were actors. Then I hit on one with a lady that almost looked like Mom. She wasn't of course, but she was close enough for fantasy. But was this the one she thought I'd like? Because maybe I'd see the resemblance? Did she want me to think it was her?

My mind went into overdrive and somehow the idea of taking my mom on a date that might lead to sex didn't sound offensive anymore. It kind of started sounding interesting and even possible.

Overt the next few days, every time I saw Mom, my cock reacted. I wondered what she'd look like in bed underneath me. Was her pussy tight? Were her boobs firm? What did her pussy taste like? Was she a good cocksucker?

She didn't look happy though. In fact she looked quite sad. I'd hug her and try to talk to her about other things, but it didn't perk her up. It perked me up though to feel her body against mine. I started looking for reasons to hug her.

She got dressed up for something one day and I noted just how pretty she was. After that, I paid more attention to her and damn, if she didn't look pretty all the time. It got to where I couldn't hardly see her at all without my cock jumping. I'd go to bed at night and read some of those stories again putting mom and me in place of the other characters. I could really picture us doing those things.

It took a few more days and nights of fantasizing to put the nerve into me to ask Mom out.

They were both in the kitchen having breakfast when I approached them. Mom was in some shorts and a thin top getting ready to do some yard work and Dad was getting ready to go to the office. I grabbed a cup for some coffee and stood beside Mom. I wasn't lying when I told her she smelled good. I laid my arm over her shoulder.

"So, Mom, what are you doing Friday night?"

"I don't know, why?"

It had been a few weeks with no mention of it by any of us, so I hoped they hadn't forgotten about it and decided against it.

"I don't know. I just thought maybe you'd like to go out to dinner with me at a nice fancy place and celebrate my graduation."

They looked at each other and gasped. Dad got a huge smile on his face and stood up to hug both of us. Mom was almost too stunned to speak.

"I, I ... Yes, Yes, YES!!!!"

She was beaming and quite animated. She hugged Dad and kissed him hard.

She threw her arms around me and screamed "YESSS!!!!! By all means, l would LOVE to go on a date with you!!!!"

Poor mom was almost rambling. "Oh my god, oh my god, ohmigod, I have so many plans to make, so many things to do. I don't know if I have time to get it done for this Friday. My hair, my nails, my face!! Oh god, what do I wear????"

"Mom, relax, it's only Monday, there's plenty of time and I'll take care of everything."

"I haven't seen your mother this excited in years. You've made her very, very happy! This whole thing is on us and we'll plan it all. You just be ready to make your mother even happier."

Mom was on the phone. "Angela, Angela, I have a major event that just came up for Friday, can you PLEASE get me in for hair, nails and face???? Really? Ten o'clock, all day? THANK YOU!!! I love you Angela! You're the greatest!!"

"OH, and I love you too Son! I'll be so beautiful for you. Shoot, I have to find a new dress and shoes too!!!"

"Mom relax, It's just a dinner date, not that big of a deal."

"Oh, Honey it WILL be!!! I promise you, it'll be THE biggest deal of our lives!!"

Yeah, I guess she was probably right. It would certainly be life changing no matter how it worked out.

Dad and I were off to work. Mom dumped the yard work and headed to the boutiques.

What the hell have I done?

Could I go through with it?

The whole week was filled with sexual tension. Mom was bubbling sensuality again. She was smiling all the time and wearing less and less. She even dug out one of her old string bikinis 'just to see if it still fits'. Oh yeah, It did!! She wore heels so much around the house for no reason, it was almost like she was getting back in practice with them.

It was Friday, but I had no idea about the extent they'd gone to. Mom and Dad were gone when I got up. There was a new suit hanging on my bedroom door and a note that said to be dressed in it and ready to go by 7PM. A box of shoes had a note taped to the top. The note was very specific to wear only what was included, nothing else. I had the day off from work, so I fumbled around all day not really knowing what to expect other than our lives would be changed forever. I wandered around the house looking at some of the pictures of Mom over the years. She was getting closer to 50 than 40, but not much else had changed. She was still a very, very pretty lady. What was about to happen almost seemed surreal. I was drawn to one picture taken just a couple of years before and I started to get hard just looking at it.

How did they come up with this, and how did they know I'd go along with It? There didn't seem like there would be any question at all when they proposed it and I guess there wasn't beyond a bit of hesitation and soul searching. We'd always been closer than most families and had shared things most would never consider. Mom wasn't shy at all about being naked when she was younger. I'd seen her naked quite a few times, but this was a whole new level.

I showered and started dressing wondering if this was a dream. No form of underwear was included in the garment bag, and commando was not unusual for me so that's how I went. Given what was expected to happen, this was probably for the better. Nearly 7 and still no sign of either of them. I heard a car pull into the driveway and a message appeared on my phone.

"Your Limousine is waiting."

I stepped out to see a customized SUV with a Chauffeur standing beside it, holding a back door open. In the back, all I could see was an exquisite pair of legs and glamorous high heels. As I approached the car, I realized the driver was Dad. As I got in the back, I discovered the legs were my Mother's. I'd never seen her like this. She looked more like a Hollywood movie star going to an awards event. She'd obviously spent the whole day at Angela's spa getting her hair, face and nails professionally done. The dress was new too, a perfect mix of glamour and eroticism. It was hiked up high enough that I could see her stocking tops and garter straps.

"Mom? Is that really you?"

"Not tonight. I'm Cheryl, your date. Please join me so we can get to the club."

I crawled into the back seat beside her, but I couldn't take my eyes off of her.

"Enjoy your evening Sir" Dad said as he closed the door behind me. The front door closed and I felt the car moving.

I sat beside her and was too nervous and afraid to do anything besides just stare at her incredible legs. Her hands ran over them directing my gaze to her hem line and the bit of naked thigh above her stockings. I looked up at her face and could hardly believe what I was seeing. She was easily the most beautiful women I'd ever been this close to. Was it really going to happen? Her sparkling green eyes convinced me it was.

I laid my hand on top of hers, on her leg. I let it wander admiring the feel of what was probably very expensive hosiery. The tips of my fingers were almost electrified by her skin. I swore I felt sparks. I held her hand that bore her wedding ring.

My heart was pounding as I gazed into her eyes. Could I do it? Could I kiss her? She answered for me by parting her crimson lips ever so slightly, inviting my approach. She was a master seductress and I was her prey. I leaned over, our lips touched and fireworks exploded. Our tongues fought each other trying to see which would get deeper into the other's mouth. My cock was rock hard.

My hand wasn't on her stockings any more as it had migrated higher to the moist spot between her legs. I was feeling my mother's very wet pussy through her silken panties. Her hand was at my crotch also stroking me though my suit trousers.

"Ten minutes please."

Dad, the driver was announcing we'd probably best get ourselves together as were we nearing the club.

Mom sat back and adjusted her dress.

Looking in the mirror, she touched up her lips.

"Luckily you didn't mess up my face too much before dinner."

As we pulled up to the front of the place and the valet opened the door we stepped out into the evening air. I know they were lucky enough to get a good look at Mom's legs. We locked arms and Mom walked beside me very closely to the door and inside. Dad stayed with the car as Chauffeurs do.

"Cheryl and Kevin?" the maitre d asked.

"Yes." I replied.

"Right this way."

We held hands as we were led to a booth that had our names on the table and a bottle of champagne waiting. Mom, er, Cheryl slid in first and I sat beside her, very closely.

The waiter opened and poured the champagne. There was no need to order dinner as that had been arranged. They'd really gone all out.

She put her arm around my neck and leaned in to my ear, nibbling on the lobe. My hand was back on her leg, but I didn't recall how it got there. I just knew I liked feeling her leg. Was the hosiery softer than her bare leg? I was going to try to find out.

"This is a very special evening at a very special place. The restaurant is closed and this is a private event of a club your father and I have belonged to for many years. Everyone here is like us. A couple the shouldn't be a couple on a date they shouldn't be on. No one questions anything here. We can be as free with each other as our libidos lead us to be. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"I'm not really sure, no."

"We're a couple on a date. We can act that way."

With one hand, she turned my face to her, pressed her lips to mine and darted her tongue deep into my mouth. At the same time, her other hand was aggressively squeezing my cock.

"Am I getting through to you yet?"

"I think so."

"Then why isn't your hand on my breast?"

The dress she was wearing was very low cut and a good portion of each breast was exposed. My hand suddenly found the way to one of them. I ran my fingers along her exposed flesh at the edge of her dress as the palm of my hand rested on her globe. In this position it was awkward to get one hand on her leg and the other on her breast, but I did the best I could.

There was slow music playing and she decided she wanted us to dance, so we went to the dance floor. The song was slow and sensuous and we held each other close more just moving to the music than dancing. Her dress was almost backless and my hand trailed down the bare skin of her back to just above one buttock. The way she moved her legs and hips transmitted to this spot somehow and radiated though my hand, up my arm and to my heart, rapidly increasing my breathing. Something she was doing was causing my cock to rub against her in a way the both of us felt.

Our lips met again and we were all but making out there on the dance floor, our bodies grinding against each other's.

We found our way back to the table as the song ended and started to eat the dinner that had been served while we were busy.

I had no idea that eating could be a sexual act, but that night my mother showed me it could be. Her Masters in Seduction was clearly evident as she fed me and showed me how to feed her. My cock was so hard it almost hurt as she put a strawberry in her mouth and fed it to me off her lips. She dipped her finger in chocolate sauce all the way to her wedding ring and had me lick it all clean.

When she placed a cherry in her cleavage, I didn't need a hint to know to use my teeth to get it out.

We were in a public place, but I never even paid attention to what anyone else was doing and I didn't care if they watched us. I was laser focused on my mother Cheryl, my date. I wanted to make her as happy as I could.

It was getting late and we headed out to the car. Dad was standing by the door again holding it open for us to enter.

"How is your evening, M'lady?"

"Magnificent. It's going to be a long and wonderful night for us all."

Turning to me Cheryl added, "Did you take the pill I set out for your earlier?"

"Yes, Cheryl, I did."

"Good, That will help your cock stay harder longer and let us extend this magical evening."

Once inside the limo again, she laid back and stretched her legs out straight and lifted her dress over her waist.

"Remove my panties now and hand them to the driver."

It took a bit of gymnastics, but I did as she asked and I was looking at my mother's bare pussy for the first time of the evening. I'd seen it before, but not in this kind of setting where she was blatantly offering it to me.

Dad ran the very slight bit of lace under his nose, put them in his shirt pocket, then started down the road to our next stop, wherever that would be.

Mom laid back and let me enjoy the view for a bit. She'd even pulled part of her dress aside to expose one of her breasts.

"Unzip your pants and pull them down for me."

I did as she asked, or commanded as it were. Since the clothing left for me did not include any type of underwear, my cock was exposed to her. Mom moved across the seat to me and began to fondle me.

"I hope you'll enjoy this as much as I will."

With that, she moved her face to my lap and began to kiss and lick my cock. She did an extraordinary job of teasing me with her talented mouth while taking brief moments to look at the rear view mirror to make sure the driver was watching. I have no idea how Dad didn't wreck. After several minutes of nibbling, kissing, licking, stroking and teasing my cock, she finally opened her mouth and took me inside. Her head bobbed up and down on me. I rested my hand on the back of her head and gently pushed her down on each stroke. She couldn't look in the mirror, but I could and Dad was watching intently.

Cheryl pulled off and leaned up to kiss me, then laid back over the seat and opened her legs as wide as the car would permit.

Her fingers went to her cunt as she said very simply but directly, "Your turn."

She didn't have to ask twice and my face was soon between my beautiful mother's legs and I was licking her inviting pussy. A month ago, I would have never even imagined this was possible.

She was delicious and I lost track of time as I devoured her.

She stopped me when the car pulled into the hotel parking lot so we could get presentable before going to the entry way. I pulled my pants on while she touched up her make up, then gave Dad the signal to go ahead. Another valet got an eyeful of Mom's fantastic legs as she stepped out and adjusted her dress.

Still playing the role, Dad handed the attendant a luggage bag and got back in the car to park it. The plan was to wait until we checked in and got to the room, them come up the back way and meet us.

I walked though the lobby on cloud nine with this gorgeous woman on my arm. The hotel staff treated us like royalty as they led us to the room. They saw an older woman with a younger man. They had no idea at all it was a mother and her son. This was a full suite with two large beds and a sitting area as well as a wet bar and small kitchen. They was quite a bit of food laid out for us and a note to call for more if needed.

Mom tasted a bit of it and gave her approval.

"This will help us keep our energy up and refresh us later."

Her hand was on my cock again.

"Good, you're still hard. The pill must be working. It's one of your father's and keeps him hard most of the night. I wasn't sure if you'd need one or not, but I didn't want to take chances. Cumming isn't as important to me as you being hard."

She put her arm around me and led me to the bed where we sat side by side. She seemed to step out of character for a minute. She didn't use my name as she had all evening, she called me her son again.

"I need to ask you something Son."

"What's that Mom?"

"What we've done so far, are you OK with it?"

"Yeah sure, I'm having a great time with wonderful woman. Why?"

"The next step... is much more serious. We can never go back from that. I need to know that you're very sure you want to before we continue."

"Yes, Mom. I am. I've been looking forward to this ever since I asked you out last week. Before that really. Those stories really did something.. I haven't been able to think about much else. But you're making me nervous now and I have to ask if YOU want it."

She smiled and hugged me closely.

"Son, I haven't wanted anything this bad since my wedding night with your father. My body is screaming for my son's cock right now."

I cupped her breast and we kissed.

"But we have to wait for your father. I can't let him miss our first time. He should be here soon, but for now, let's just dance close some more. We can feel each other move, knowing what's coming. Hold me Son. Hold your Mother very tight as we dance."

Another few minutes and Dad used his card key to let himself in. Mom and I were almost lost in each other and didn't even hear him come in until he spoke. Mom's head was on my shoulder.

"You two look great together like that. I love seeing you do that."

"Did you like watching Mom suck me in the car?"

"Yeah I sure did, but I liked watching you lick her even more."

"And now you want to watch me fuck her?"

"Yes, I do, very much!"

Mom broke away from our hug and went to Dad for a deep kiss. That was his signal to remove her dress for me leaving her naked except for the garter belt and hose.

"Thank you darling for letting this evening happen and letting me have my son, our son."

Mom took her time undressing me, but soon I was more naked than she was.

"Would you like me to take the rest of this off?"

"Oh no Mom, please don't, not yet!!"

She smiled and laughed. "You men are all alike. You should try wearing this stuff for a while and see how uncomfortable it can be!"

"But it looks so good on you Mom! And your legs feel as good as they look."

"I know sweetie."

Mom hugged me again, her bare skin against mine. We kissed again while Dad watched. I turned her around to face him, looked him in the eyes and from behind her, I placed one hand on her breast and the other on her pussy. For some reason I cant really explain, this was important. I needed him to see my hand on my date's pussy. His wife. My mother. I needed her to know he saw it. I kissed her neck as I fondled her, working the palm of my hand over her mound and a finger between her puffed up lips.

Dad's cock was out now as he watched me with his wife.

I picked Mom up and laid her on the bed, opening her legs as wide as I could. I sat up for a minute to take in the scene before me. Perfect hair, perfect face, perfect breasts, perfect legs, perfect pussy, all on my perfect mom waiting and hungry for her son to push his cock into her.

I had one more thing in mind though. I didn't know why it was important to me, but she had given me the idea at the restaurant. I laid down between her legs to lick her again. I took her left hand and placed her wedding ring right over her slit where I could kiss and lick them both at the same time.

I heard Dad groan and I though he was objecting, but as I looked over at him, I realized he was cumming. We smiled at each other.

I moved into position and rubbed the head of my cock over my mother's wet pussy. I relished that moment and wanted burn it into my mind. The tip of my cock at my mother's opening. Her eyes met mine and I pushed in very, very slowly. Her body tensed up as she accepted me.

"Oh God, my son's cock is in me!! Fuck me Son, fuck your mother!!! Please, please, please, fuck me deep!!"

"My son's cock feels so good!! I love having it in me!! I've waited for this for so long! OH god, my son is finally fucking me!!!"

Mom was out of it, lost in her sensations. The feeling of being in my mother's cunt for the first time was one I'll never forget. She was tight, she was wet, she was velvety, she was hot, she was slick and she was working her inner muscles on me me like it was her hand. In, out, in, out, in, out, in, out. I didn't want it to stop. In my big head I knew fucking my mother was as wrong as anything could be. But by little head was in control now and it was telling me this was as right as anything could be. In, out, in, out, in, out. I'd lost count of how many pumps I'd made into my mom's cunt, but then it was time. I stopped deep inside and let go. Mom screamed when she felt it flooding her.

"CUM IN ME!!! PUT IT DEEP IN ME!!! MY SON'S SPERM, FILL ME WITH IT!!!"

Her body was trembling, her legs almost trashing, her eyes were rolled back in her head and she was making sounds like like some kind of demon was in control.

I collapsed on top of her, still buried in her. The pill was working and I was still rock hard deep in her.

I pulled out and rolled over beside her where I could stay in physical contact with this wonderful woman.

Dad took the clue and moved in between her legs. He pushed into her, fucking his son's cum into her. I held her body as he fucked her, feeling his movements.

He came in her also, then laid beside her on the other side. We both held her as she tried to recover some.

Once she came to, I took her into the shower to help her clean up. I asked Dad to give to us some quiet time in there.

"Mom, how do you feel? Are you OK?"

"Son, I've never felt better in my life. I'll never be able to thank you enough for this night. I'm so happy right now I could cry."

I held her close as the tears streamed down her cheeks. We just sat there for a few minutes before we got into the shower. That gave me the chance to touch ever single inch of my mother's body as I washed her.

When we came out, Dad was asleep in the other bed.

All the fancy was gone, the lingerie was gone, her make up washed off, her hair wet and flat. But she still looked damn good to me. We fell asleep for a while but woke up for a few more sessions. I know I saw Dad watching us while Mom was on top riding me. At one point Mom went to the other bed for a while, but came back to me to sleep.

It was almost check out time and we had to hurry. The luggage contained casual clothes and we dressed in those. Dad had to get the limo back too, so we rode with him there to drop it off and pick our car, before heading home. Mom and I sat in the back again and just held each either. Nothing much was said though and she even fell asleep on my shoulder for a few minutes.

Back at the house, we sat around and talked for a while.

"So, where are we? What do we do now?"

"What do you mean honey?"

"Mom, I just made love to you while Dad watched. Like you said, everything has changed forever. Do we stop and pretend it never happened? Do we go on and do it again?"

"We've just broken the ice Son. I hope to have you many more times. In fact, I was hoping to spend the night in your room tonight if you want me to."

"That'd be great Mom. OK with you Dad?"

"Like she said, the ice is broken. You don't have to ask me to sleep with your mother. That's up to you two from now on."

"It'll just be me tonight though, None of the fancy stuff."

"I think I'll like that just fine Mom!"

"Maybe you should call me Cheryl."

"I don't know Mom, fucking Cheryl doesn't have quite the same kinky sound as fucking Mom."

"Well what ever you want to call me is OK."

"Let's go to my room Cheryl".

She smiled and took my hand.