My Mother Was Going Out On a Date.

My mother was going out on a date. The first one in like a hundred years. Even though I have just turned twenty, there is no way she is ever going to fit in any of my dresses so we've both gone straight from work and met at the nearest shopping mall. We went straight to a major store but after a quick journey through the aisles it was obviously the wrong store so we went to a specialist.

The dresses there were beautiful and my mother chose three to try on. The first was a halter neck in green. It looked not bad until she turned around and I saw her bra. It was an off-white thing that had seen better days, if not years.

"No bra!" I yelled. You do not wear a bra with that dress."

"But I have to wear a bra," she said, looking indignant. I dragged her back to the changing booth and stripped the bra off. Her breasts were larger than mine and sagged a little. She also had very large nipples. Still, the dress looked better without the bra. We tried on the next one. It was a grey sleeveless dress with a narrow slit down the front which would have shown a little bit of cleavage if she had not stuck that bloody bra back on.

The third dress was a sleeveless red dress with a slit down the back to her waist and it exposed her shoulders as it gathered around her neck. There no sleeves, which meant the large armholes showed a small amount of side breast. She would have worn the bra with it, except she couldn't find it.

We chose the red dress. We also got her some panties, a couple of thongs, one red, and another bloody bra.

Back home, she bathed and dressed and to be honest, she did not look at all bad. We fiddled around with her makeup and changed her panties to the red thong and I thought she looked really good

He was fifteen minutes late, which got her nervous. But she held it together and I opened the door when he knocked. I was quite surprised when I saw him. He said his name was John. He was in her age group and not bad-looking. It was obvious he looked after his body. His eyes were blue and his hair black with a little grey in it. I noticed the way he looked at my mother when she came down the stairs and although he gave her a good look-over, he did not leer. He seemed O. K., and after a little small talk they left. I had her mobile number and she had mine on speed dial just in case.

My night included a pizza, a glass of wine and some really boring programs on the TV. I had not gone out with my friends in case my mother needed some sort of help. After the second glass of wine I realised I was turning into my mother. She too would have been imagining all sorts of things going on when I went out on my first few dates. Mind you she would she would have been really horrified if she knew what I actually did get up to. Still, it had been a good few years since my father had died in a car crash and I did not think my mother would possibly get up to anything wrong.

There was a knock at the door and I shot to it like lightning. I opened it and there they were. John looked fine but my mother was drunk. He gave me an apologetic shrug as he practically carried her into the lounge and put her into a chair.

"What happened?" I asked. Her clothing looked like it was all in place as it should be but she did not seem able to focus her eyes. As John stepped back, she reached up and grabbed hold of his head and pulled him back down for a kiss. I noticed he returned the kiss.

"What is it? Rohypnol?" I looked at him accusingly.

"Johny Walker malt whiskey." He replied and smiled and I must say he had a nice smile.

"She's not a drinker," I told him.

"So, I've found out. Nice woman though. And not an idiot, except she's a republican."

"And you?"

"Democrat."

"Do you fancy a coffee?" I asked

"Thank you. Black with no sugar."

I went into the kitchen and made the three of us a coffee. When I went back into the lounge with the coffees, I stopped.

My mother had again caught onto John's head and she was giving him one hell of a kiss. He pulled back and I noticed he may have been having a quick feel of her breasts. But I was not certain and ignored it.

"It's been a long time since she's been on a date," I told him. "She was a little nervous when she left."

"Same here." He looked at me and smiled. He took a coffee and we sat down. "My wife left me about six years ago. We divorced within a year without any recriminations. She remarried and as far as I know they're happy."

"Children?" I asked.

"One of each. They're at college. I see them but not my wife. Except on their birthdays and such like when it is unavoidable."

"Civilised." I told him and he smiled. I liked his smile. In fact, I liked him and if he had not been my mother's date I thought I might have let him know I was available.

"I'd better get going,' he said after taking a drink of coffee. We opened the front door just as lightning struck a tree just up the road from us. The rain arrived seconds later. I had not realised we were having a storm.

"You're not going home in that. Not in a million years." I said and closed the door. "I had no idea a storm was coming."

"If it's ok with you." He said and we went back to the lounge in time to catch my mother as she rolled off the couch.

He smiled as we put her back but this time upright. Just as I was about to step back, she saw me and grabbing hold of my head she pulled me to her and before I realised it, she gave me a full kiss on the lips. I was not certain but I had a feeling she had used a little tongue. My face burned red. He smiled.

"Maybe we should put her to bed," he suggested and I agreed. It took the two of us to get her up the stairs and into her bedroom. We sort of dropped her on the bed and John took her legs and straightened her out. She thought it was funny and grabbed at him. She got his head and as she pulled him down for a kiss, she also grabbed his prick. He let her kiss him and then he tried to free himself but she had a good grip on him.

"I'll leave you two alone," I told him.

"AHHH! A little too tight, Mary." He cried out as he tried to free himself. I started to laugh before reaching out and pulling her fingers apart. He stepped back, holding his prick and he looked to be in pain.

"Are you ok?" I asked as I straightened my mother out.

"She has long nails," he told me.

"Ahh. The bathroom is the door opposite." I told him and he headed that way.

I leaned over my mother to make her more comfortable and as I did so she grabbed the back of my head and planted a kiss on my lips.

"I'm not John, ma'am," I told her, and she smiled.

"I know." She said. I hesitated and she palmed my left breast. I was stunned and did nothing as she rubbed her thumb over my nipple several times. Then I stepped back.

"Are you ok mam?" I asked.

"Do you want to know a secret?" She whispered. And waved her arm to draw me nearer. I obliged and gave her my ear.

"You're Father and I used to go to parties before you were born."

"So?"

"We used to swap. You know. Partners. True." She said and I must say I was surprised.

"I liked a lot of the men but?" She indicated she wanted me nearer so I leaned forward.

"I used to like the girls too." She laughed as my mouth fell open in surprise. Then she reached up again and palmed my breast and again ran her thumb over it. I hesitated a second and backed off. As I did John re-entered the room.

"Have you any Elastoplast?" he asked. "She has long nails. Long, long, tough nails.

I sighed and went into the bathroom with him. I reached up into a cupboard and brought down a box of Elastoplasts and a disinfectant.

"Show me," I ordered and he did for some reason. I knelt and handled his prick to see a large scratch along the underside of his balls.

"My mother did that!" I asked. I looked up and his face was red. As he backed away, I took hold of his prick and squeezed some disinfectant along the scratch and rubbed it in. I thought about putting an Elastoplast on it but taking it off again with all that hair would have been a lot more painful. I then looked up at him and for reasons I did not know I just slid his prick into my mouth. He looked down at me and I worked his prick in and out of my mouth. It was not a bad size and I began licking at the underside as I sucked him and jerked him off with my hand. It did not take long.

"OHH Fuck!" he said. "I'm going to cum! Fuck it. I'm Cumming! "

And he came. I swallowed some but let a couple of spurts land on my face as I looked up at his. I swallowed all of the cum that went into my mouth. I then stood up and washed my face in the bathroom sink as he sorted himself out. We both went into the bedroom to find my mother face down on the floor. It looked like she had been trying to take her dress off. She had unfastened it at the neck but that was as far as she had got.

She giggled when we picked her up and put her back on the bed.

"Sorry your evening has been ruined," I told John.

"I haven't had so much fun in a long time." He told me as we tried to get the dress off my mother. She giggled a lot and threatened to be sick halfway through so I rushed downstairs to get a bowl from the kitchen. When I returned, I found that John had got most of the dress off and was fondling her breasts, which she seemed to be enjoying as she was giggling and laughing at him. He pulled back when I entered.

"Carry on," I told him. "She's having fun." I put the bowl down and we continued to undress her. With the dress off she was left with the thong. I pulled it off and she lay there naked, laughing. I looked at John and again, beyond all logic I leaned forward and kissed my mother while I fondled a breast.

"I've never done that before," I told him. "Go ahead. You want to. Go on. Give her a feel."

He swallowed and then cupped another breast and we both lay on either side of her and kissed her and fondled her breasts. She moaned a lot and I reached down and started rubbing a finger over her clit. It took a few minutes before she came.

"AHHH! Fuck!" was all she yelled as she climaxed. The three of us then just lay there on the bed.

I woke up some time later to find John fucking my mother. She was gripping him with her legs and arms and he was really giving it to her. I rolled on my side to watch; I also took my jeans off so I could play with myself. For some reason it felt natural to be in this situation. They both glanced at me but carried on fucking. My mother was making all the noise and then she arched her back as much as she could with John on top of her and she climaxed. That brought him off and he filled her cunt with his cum. He then kissed her and rolled off to the far side. I'd always wanted to do it, so I thought, why not. I dived between my mother's legs and licked all of John's cum that I could get at out of her cunt. This brought my mother to another climax.

Then I fell asleep again. I was alone in the bed when I woke up so I got up and headed down the stairs, wondering what had happened.

They were in the kitchen, seated at the table and eating breakfast. They were both dressed and they both looked at me and my lack of garments from the waist down.

"Get dressed!" My mother commanded. "You're not eating naked at this table. I shrugged and raced upstairs for my dressing gown and when I returned to the kitchen there were bacon and eggs on toast waiting for me and my mother and John were having a coffee and a bit of a laugh.

I just ate my breakfast and watched them. They were just like a married couple.

"So, what's happening?" I asked as I ate. They looked at each other. Then Mam turned to me.

"We've decided that John's apartment is too expensive for him and as they've just given him a new contract to sign with a higher rent, we've decided that with our joint approval." She indicated me. "He can move into the spare room and pay us a share of the expenses which is less than he pays in rent now."

"Oh," was all I could say.

"Do you approve?" My mother asked me. I looked at her with a puzzled "I haven't woken up yet." look on my face and I nodded.

"Good. That's settled," she said and came over to give me a kiss. She used her tongue and I returned the gesture. She then slid her hand into my dressing gown and cupped a breast. I made no move to stop her. I have no idea what John was thinking at such a site. In fact, I don't know what I was thinking. When she returned to her seat, I looked at John and shrugged.

"We're not always like this," I told him and he smiled.

"I have to admit this relationship you two have is different." He told me. "But at least there is love in it. In my marriage, love died early, just after our children were born. We both love our children but Mary never did, I think, love me. Our families assumed that because we were friends from childhood, we would marry each other. So that is what we did. Four years after the kids were born, we had a little bit of financial stress and that put our marriage under stress. So, to try and put it back on track, I thought it would be a good idea if Mary and I had a weekend away. You know. Have a good time for a few days. We left the kids with my folks. We had booked into a casino for the weekend. The casino had a theatre attached and so we ate, played a few games, watched a show and drank a bit too much.

When we got home Mary told me she had had such a good time that she did not want to return to what we did have. So, she packed her bags and left. She got the house and kids and I got a two-bedroom apartment with a very high rent."

There was not a lot I could say so I shrugged my shoulders. John got up and took away the dirty dishes and washed them while mother and I finished coffee.

After breakfast I went to have a shower and while I was scrubbing up my mother came in and sat on the loo to have a pee. She never normally did that and she made no attempt to hide what she was doing.

"What do you think? Really?" she asked as I left the shower to dry myself. She took hold of the towel and helped me dry myself.

"He's a nice man. I think you'll be happy with him."

"And what about us? I mean, we did a few things last night that mothers and daughters are not supposed to do."

I faced my mother and after a short pause, I took her face in both hands and, stepping towards her I kissed her. There was no tongue but the kiss held a fair amount of passion. When I finished, she looked at me for a second or two and then stepped closer and after putting one hand at the back of my head, she kissed me again, but this time the other hand slid down my belly and cupped my cunt. Her middle finger started massaging my clit. I kissed her again and with my right hand I massaged her ass. My breathing grew ragged and I did not last long before my climax built.

"I'm going to cum!" I hissed. "AHH! Fuck mam! Fuck! I'm Cumming!" I hissed and I climaxed. My whole body spasming with the power of it.

When I got my breath back, we kissed again and then went to get dressed. I did not even think to ask her why she had jerked me off.

John was in her bedroom when she got back and I saw them look at each other for a moment or two and then they were kissing. I turned as I entered my room and saw my mother drop to her knees and while looking up at him, she sucked his prick into her mouth. I remember thinking, 'I'm not letting my mother go on any more dates.' Then I closed my door and gave them a little privacy.