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Valentine's Date with Mom
Valentine's Day was finally here and Diane was nervous with anticipation. Her husband Mark was coming home from a week-long business trip that night and had promised to take her out on the town. Over the years their sex life had cooled off a little but they always made sure to be together for special Occasions like Valentine's Day.

Diane spent the week shopping for a new outfit and going to the gym to make sure that she looked as hot as she did when they first met 23 years ago. Diane chose a loose fitting faux-wrap around dress. The upper portion of the dress clung to her chest and offered a tantalizing glimpse of the curves of her breast from the deep plunging neck line. The cleavage was so low that she wouldn't be able to wear a bra but she didn't mind because she enjoyed showing off her body to her husband. While she didn't have a very large chest she had been blessed with a perkiness that defied the laws of physics and always got a thrill from watching Men's reactions when she went out without a bra.

The bottom part of her dress came down mid-thigh and was cut with an opening in the front where the material overlapped on itself. The effect was that the dress looked as if it had been wrapped around her body and fastened at the bottom of the neck line. When she first tried on the dress Diane noticed that the opening in the front would fall apart as she walked revealing most of her thighs with each step.

The upper portion of the dress was a bright red satin that was thin enough to clearly display the shape of her breasts underneath. The lower part of the dress was an equally bright red shade of wispy chiffon that danced around her hips as she moved.

Diane even bought a new pair of heels for the occasion, a pair of 5" silver spiked heels held on by two thin silver straps across her toes and around her ankles. She knew that she would look like a knockout in her new outfit and couldn't wait for her husband to see it.

Diane spent the morning at the salon getting her hair and nails done and decided to do something extra special for her man. When she told the stylist that she wanted to get a Brazilian wax, she was convinced to get their special V-Day package. The special package included a coloring and a custom trim. To her delight she left the salon with her pussy shaved bare except for a small patch of neatly trimmed hair above her clit that was dyed red and shaved into a heart shape.

After coming home from the salon Diane placed her dress out on her bed and took a long shower being careful not to get her hair wet. An hour later she was sitting in front of her vanity applying the finishing touches on her makeup when the phone rang.

"Hi honey, it's me."

"Hi Mark."

"I've got some bad news. My connection out of Chicago was canceled and it looks like I'm going to have to spend the night at the airport hotel."

"What? It's Valentine's day! Can't you take another flight?"

"I tried; every other flight is booked solid."

"I can't believe it. I've been looking forward to seeing you all week."

"I know. Me too. Maybe you can make the best of the situation and take one of your girlfriends to the restaurant; it is non-refundable after all."

"But, I want to go with you..."

"I'll make it up to you honey. I promise. Here comes my shuttle, I've got to go. Bye."

"Bye, I love you."

"I love you too Diane."


Dejected she sat there staring into the mirror for what felt like an eternity. They had never been apart on Valentine's day before and she couldn't bear the thought of breaking their tradition now.

Eric was not looking forward to Valentine's Day. His last girlfriend dumped him on New Year's Eve and despite a few dates here and there he was still single. Another holiday meant for couples to celebrate that he would spend alone...

Not that he spent New Year's Eve entirely alone. He often thought back to that night when he and his mother danced together and ended up having sex in his basement bedroom shortly after sharing a midnight kiss. The sex was incredible and the excitement of the experience was only intensified because of how taboo it was. In the days following that night he and his mother did their best to avoid each other, was it shame? or was it a forbidden temptation that they were trying to control? Over time they relaxed around each other, but neither one had yet openly acknowledged the intimate act that they shared in his bed.

After several weeks had passed Diane had managed to convince herself that it was the alcohol that got to them that night and that it wasn't because they had any actual sexual feelings for each other. Over time she began acting normal around her son and the guilt of what she did started to fade.

Eric came home to find his mother in the kitchen wearing an old t-shirt and baggy sweatpants. She was sitting at the kitchen table with a beer and a tub of ice cream.

"Shouldn't you be getting ready for your hot date with dad?"

"He can't make it. His flight was canceled, so I'm all alone on Valentine's day. At least I have cookies and cream."

"That sucks, I know you've been looking forward to tonight."

Eric knew that his father had gone all out and booked them a table at the most exclusive restaurant in town.

"I spent all week looking for the perfect dress and I won't even get to wear it. It's OK though. He said he will take me out another time."

"But this is Valentine's Day. You shouldn't be left alone to wallow in a tub of ice cream."

"Do you have a better idea?"

"I could be your date for the night."

"I appreciate the thought Eric, but I'd rather just watch some TV and go to bed early."

"I can dust off my old suit and be ready in no time."

"What suit? The only suit you have is like 10 years old and probably doesn't fit you. Anyway this is more of a tuxedo occasion."

"I can wear dad's tux. We're about the same size right?"

"Well, the dinner is prepaid and non-refundable."

"We can't let that go to waste now can we?"

"OK, OK, I guess you can be my date for the night. I guess I need to finish getting ready."

"I'll clean up down here while you get ready OK?"

"OK, but we have to leave in less than an hour so hurry up and get yourself cleaned up."

Diane got up and walked over to her son before heading up to her room.

"Thanks Eric, I appreciate you taking care of your mother like this." She gave him a little kiss on the cheek and left him to clean up.

After taking a quick shower Eric found that his mother had brought down his father's tuxedo and laid it across his bed. Having never worn a tuxedo before, in fact he had only ever worn a suit once or twice before, it took him a little while to figure out how to put everything on - the cufflinks alone took him nearly five minutes. After getting himself put together he went up to wait for him mother in the living room.

He had only just sat down when he looked up to see his mother coming down the stairs. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. Her red dress clung to her chest and hips while floating freely around her thighs as she walked. As she turned towards him and walked into the living room he noticed that her legs were almost fully exposed with each step that she made. His eyes drifted down her long stocking clad legs as she approached. Each step revealed the top of her stockings and a more than just a hint of flesh.

Diane paused in the middle of the room to look at her son. She was stunned at how much he looked like his father Mark. Wearing the tuxedo that his father worn on their wedding night, Eric was a dead ringer. Instantly Diane was transported back to their wedding night and she felt young again.

"You look incredible mom. Very sexy, Dad doesn't even know what he is missing!"

"You don't look too bad yourself son. You are the spitting image of your father when he was your age."

"Are we ready to go?"

"Hold on, I forgot my purse upstairs."

"Don't worry; I'll get it for you."

Eric walked to the stairs slowing down as he past his mother and took in her perfume. She smelled like a goddess. He quickly snapped himself out of it and went up to her bedroom to find her purse. He retrieved it from her vanity and noticed his father's cologne sitting beside it. Remembering that he forgot to put anything on he grabbed it and sprayed himself before returning back down.

He made a show of sticking his arm out for his mother as he escorted her to the car and she ate it up. She enjoyed the playful relationship that they shared and was happy thinking that she might actually have some fun after all.

Eric opened the car door for his mother and was treated to a brief flash of bare flesh as she stepped into the car one leg at a time before finally closing the door. On the ride over to the restaurant they engaged in light conversation, but Eric couldn't keep his mind off of his mother's body. He took every opportunity to look down at her lap and began wondering what kind of underwear she had on. At the restaurant he quickly ran around to her side of the car and opened the door for her hoping for another peek between her legs and wasn't disappointed.

With her right foot on the pavement and her left foot still in the car Diane turned her body slightly away from his as she dug through her purse. She pulled out a tube of lipstick and gave herself a quick touch up while he stood holding the door open fixated on the soft skin of her inner thigh that disappeared beneath her dress cutting off his view just below where her panties must be.

"OK, now I'm ready."

She turned to him and stepped out of the car seemingly unaware of the show that she just provided.

Linking arms they walked into the restaurant as the doors were opened for them. They approached the hostess and his mother spoke up.

"We have a reservation for two. The name is Harris."

The hostess looked up from her reservation book and turned to Eric "Good evening Mr. Harris..." and then turned to his mother "...and Mrs. Harris. We have a wonderfully romantic evening planned for you so please enjoy."

Standing with her arm entwined with her son's she caught a whiff of his cologne and realized that he must have used his father's brand as she leaned into him and took a slow deep breath of his scent. She squeezed his arm playfully as the hostess called him Mr. Harris. She knew he was squirming and she was having fun with it. Diane leaned in and kissed Eric on the cheek and replied to the hostess "We can't wait. It's been took long since Mr. Harris took me out on a hot date." She gave Eric a teasing wink before turning away again.

"It looks like your table will be ready shortly; may I suggest that you two lovebirds begin with a cocktail in our lounge?"

"That sounds like a great idea."

"Please allow me to show you the way."

The hostess turned and led them through the restaurant to a wide staircase at the rear of the dining room that led up to the bar. Eric followed behind his mother and stayed a step or two behind as they went up the stairs leaving his face level with his mother's tight round ass. He watched as her hips rocked seductively from side to side with each step swishing her dress around enough to reveal the tops of her stockings. Every couple of steps he caught a glimpse of the clasp connecting her stockings to her garter belt. His cock was growing by the second and was nearly rock hard by the time they reached the top of the stairs.

The hostess led them to a pair of low-slung chairs and took their drink order. He ordered a beer and she ordered a vodka martini, dirty. They sat down facing each other and Diane could tell that her son was embarrassed.

"What's wrong Mr. Harris? Your face is all flushed."

Little did she know that he was flushed because he had been fantasizing about her naked body underneath her dress. Sitting across from her watching her cross her long legs wasn't helping the matter much either. Sensing that he had to do something he decided to go along with it and pretend to be embarrassed.

"She thought that I was dad!"

"Well, you are Mr. Harris, right?

"I guess."
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"Forget about it honey, just have fun and enjoy the night."

The hostess appeared with their drinks and placed them on a small table between their chairs. Eric watched as his mother slowly leaned over to reach for her martini. With her eyes averted he openly leered at the gaping cleavage between his mothers perky breasts. Leaning back into her chair she took a sip of her drink and looked up at him before he could look away. Did she catch him staring? His mind raced as he abruptly fumbled for his beer and attempted to make conversation.

Diane finished a second martini before the hostess reappeared to inform them that their table was ready. Being a gentleman he held out his hand to help his mother up out of the low chair and again stayed a few steps behind her as the walked across the lounge to the stairs. His eyes immediately drifted down her shapely body and he finally noticed her shoes. Her heels appeared to be long metal spikes and further accentuated her long legs.

Everything about his mother was driving him crazy. Her long legs, the curves of her hips and the smooth skin of her cleavage all raced through his mind as they followed the hostess to their table. The table was small and intimate. There was just enough room for their settings and a candle. Eric pulled out his mother's chair and pushed it in behind her staring down at her tits the whole time.

When they were both seated Diane ordered a bottle of red wine before turning back to face her son. He noticed that she was staring into his eyes with a sentimental grin stretched across her face.

"Are you OK mom?"

"Yeah, I just can't get over how much you look like your father right now."

"I'm just amazed that this tuxedo even fits! How old is this thing anyway?"

"That is the tuxedo that your father wore on our wedding night. I don't think he's worn it since. I guess it's a good thing we kept it all these years."

"Well I'm glad it looks good on me. Not that it matters much with you in that dress."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"You look hot mom, and everyone in this entire restaurant has been staring at you all night."

"What's wrong are you jealous?"


"Why don't you call me Diane? It might look weird if our waiter thinks I'm out on a date with my son."

"OK, Diane." It felt strange to Eric to call his mother by her first name but he was willing to do just about anything that she asked him to at that point.

The waiter came and gave them each a glass of champagne before filling their wine glasses. They toasted and slipped back into a comfortable friendly conversation. They talked and laughed through dinner and Eric realized that they had gone through two whole bottles of wine by the time dessert came. He had only had two or three glasses so his mother must have had the rest.

After dessert the waiter left a few small chocolates on the table and Eric put one in his jacket pocket to save for later.

"What's this?"

Diane looked up to see her son pulling something out of his jacket pocket. He looked down as he opened his hand to reveal a crumpled up ball of white silk.

"Oh my!" His mother gasped.

Looking up at her he asked what it was.

"Put that back where you found it. Those are my panties."

He quickly thrust his hand back into his pocket. "But you said the last time he wore this was on your wedding night."

His mother's cheeks reddened.

"You know, we weren't always boring old people. Your father and I had a lot of fun when we were younger."

"Those are from your wedding night?"

"Sometimes when we would go out I would go to the bathroom and take off my panties and hand them to him. He said he liked the warmth and the smell of them."

Eric didn't know what to say.

"I guess I never really thought of you two having a sex life before."

"We did all sorts of wild things when we were your age. I'm going to go to powder my nose and then we can sneak in a little dancing before heading home OK?"

"Sure thing mo.. Diane."

She smiled at him as she left the table. Curious about the contents of his pocket Eric waited until she was out of sight before reaching back in to pull out the crumpled fabric again. It felt soft in his hand as he examined the panties that his mother wore on her wedding night. They were made of pure white silk with detailed white embroidery. He felt his cock twitch in his pants as he brought his mother's panties up to his face and smelled the faint aroma that was only barely perceptible. He closed his eyes as he inhaled his mother's scent left over from her wedding. The thought of her being fucking in her white wedding gown sent a shockwave through his body.

He opened his eyes and pushed the panties back into his pocket just in time to see his mother turn the corner into the dining room. She glided through the room turning heads as she went and stopped next to her son. Diane reached out and took his hand into hers pulling him up out of his chair.

"Come on Mr. Harris it's time to dance."

Eric stood up and felt his mother's other hand reach out and push something into his hand before she turned to lead him to the dance floor. He stood still as she slowly walked away. Looking down he was shocked to find that he was now holding a pair of red satin panties that his mother must have just taken off. Unlike the other pair he could still feel her warmth as he pulled them up to his face and again smelled her sweet aroma. His knees weakened as he breathed in the strong musty smell of his mother.

His eyes caught her approaching the stairs and he noticed her looking back at him while he was still holding her panties up to his face. A wicked little smile appeared before she turned her head and began walking up the stairs to the lounge area where the dance floor was.

He nervously stuffed her panties into his pocket and raced across the dining room to follow her up the stairs. He was several steps behind her and again enjoyed the view of her hips rocking from side to side as climbed the stairs. He noticed that she was walking much more slowly this time and that the motion of her hips seemed almost exaggerated, which resulted in the hem of her dress rising higher up her legs with each step. He reached into his pocket and felt her fading warmth against his skin as the thin chiffon material of her dress bounced around her legs briefly revealing the milky skin of the top of one thigh before falling back into place and then briefly exposing the other.

At the top of the steps she reached for her son's hand and led him onto the dance floor. The dance floor was pretty crowded and the music, though upbeat, was clearly geared towards an older crowd.

They made the best of it and danced together for a few songs until a slow number came on and in unison the crowd slowed down and pulled their dates close.

Diane wrapped her arms around her son's neck and moved in to him. Eric stepped forward and his body met hers as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. He rested his hands on her lower back and let his hips sway with hers to the gentle rhythm of the music.

With her firm breasts pressed against him Eric could feel her hard nipples pushing through the thin fabric of her dress. His cock was swollen and strained against the front of his pants. He knew that his mother must be able to feel his rock hard penis pressing against her.

Diane arched her neck and let her hands slide down his chest before sliding her hands around his waist. She leaned into him and rested her head against his shoulder. With her eyes closed she lost herself in the moment and felt like she was 20 years old again dancing with her husband. Eric felt his mother slowly grinding her hips into him as they danced.
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Eric moved his hands down his mother's lower back until they rested on her ass. He slowly massaged her through her dress as they swayed to the music. He could feel the fabric bunching up as he massaged her and soon realized that he was slowly exposing more and more of his mother's legs to the dance floor. Looking around the dark room he noticed that the dance floor was filled with older couples who were too busy with their dates to see what he was doing so he became bolder.

He continued rubbing his mother through her dress aware that her bare ass would soon be exposed. His mother let out a little moan into his neck when the tips of his fingers first made contact with her bare skin. His fingers danced across the curve of her ass as he continues to work the bottom of her dress up her back until both of his hands were cupping her bare skin.

Diane had never been shy about exposing herself in public and didn't want her son to stop now. She pulled him into her and pressed her pelvis against her son. Her pussy was getting wetter every second that he touched her. Diane lifted her head from her son's shoulder and looked into his eyes. She recognized the same lust that she saw in his father's eyes. Diane opened her mouth and pressed her lips against her son's. He kissed her back. Their tongues connected and sent a shiver through her body. He tasted like a man, exactly what she needed.

As Eric made out with his mother in the middle of the dance floor their movements slowed down until finally they were no longer dancing. Diane instinctively spread her legs apart as her son's hands slid down the curve of her ass. She shuddered in his arms as his fingers moved between her legs and gently brushed against her wet pussy.

"unnnggghhh..." She moaned into her son's mouth while he slowly began to finger her pussy from behind. Eric's other hand moved up the side of her body until he was cupping her breast. He proceeded to massage her breast while he fingered her on the dance floor. Her breathing was becoming more rapid. His mother bit his lower lip in response to his finger pushing further inside of her. No longer caring if anyone saw what they were doing he pushed her back against a wall. He looked down at his quivering mother and all he saw was pure lust staring back at him begging to be fucked.

He stepped forward and took her head in his hands pulling her mouth to his. He pressed his lips against hers and pushed his tongue deep into his mother's mouth. She was no longer in control. Eric moved one hand back onto her breast and continued to massage her through her dress. His other hand slid down the front of her body over her breast and stomach until it reached the hem of her dress. He lifted up her dress and pressed his fingers against her dripping wet pussy.

His fingers slid easily across the smooth skin of her freshly shaven pussy as he rubbed her juices all over her pussy. One finger slid deep into his mother, eliciting another moan, followed shortly by a second.

While Eric fucked his mother's pussy with one hand he pushed his other hand inside the top of her dress and cupped her bare flesh. Her body was writhing with every touch. He took her nipple between his fingers and squeezed it while he pushed his two fingers deep inside of her. Diane's breathing increased until she exploded. Her knees weakened and she squeezed her thighs against her son's hand as he continued to massage her through her orgasm.

"OH GOD ERIC!!" She tried to stifle her scream into his neck.

Eric continued to slowly rub his mother's dripping pussy while her body shuddered in his arms. He felt her body tensing with each contraction of her pussy around his fingers.

After she felt the orgasm pass over her she turned to her son and whispered "I think it's time you took me home."

Eric got the message and slowly pulled his fingers from his mother's pussy. She took his hand in hers and drew it up to her mouth. Diane pushed her son's fingers into her mouth and licked her juices from his hand before leading him back through the dance floor and down to the car. The two of them flew through the restaurant like criminals leaving the scene of the crime.

In the parking lot Eric again opened the door for his mother who slowly, and for once intentionally, stepping into the car. With one foot in the car and the other still on the pavement she pushed her knees apart and pulled the front of her dress open for her son. For the first time he could see the small heart that had been shaved above her clit. He intently watched as she drew a finger across her own pussy before bringing her other leg into the car. Closing the door behind her he ran around the car and jumped in. Knowing he had a long drive across town ahead of him Eric was eager to get home as quickly as possible.

Pulling out of the restaurant he could barely keep his eyes on the road. His mother had pushed her legs as far apart as the car would allow and had pulled her dress apart so that she was basically naked below her chest. His eyes trailed up her stocking and along the thin straps stretched across her thighs until they rested on her wet pussy. She was covered in her own juices and her skin glistened beneath the street lights as they drove.

Diane plunged her fingers into her pussy and continued where her son left off. She pulled on the lever next to her and dropped her seat into a full recline offering her son a better view of her fucking herself. Before long she was already cumming again and Eric watched as her body heaved in the seat next to him. His mother lay beside him trying to catch her breath when she got another idea. He saw her sitting herself up and leaning over towards him. Her hands grabbed his crotch and quickly worked to free his hard cock. As soon as he felt the cool night air against his skin he felt his mother's warm breath followed by her wet mouth wrap around the tip of his cock. He managed to drive the rest of the way home with just one hand so that she had plenty of room of suck his cock. He rested his right hand on her back and managed to reach around to grab her breast. He struggled to keep the car on the road with his horny mother's head bobbing up and down in his lap.

The miles flew by as his mother pushed him closer to climaxing until they finally pulled into their driveway.

"Do you want to go inside?"

"uunnnnnhhh hhhuuuuhhh" She mumbled with his cock lodged deep in her throat.

Diane pulled her head up and waited for her son to get her door for her. When he opened the door she again spread her legs for him but was so horny that she didn't tease him for long. As soon as both of her feet were on the ground Eric leaned over and grabbed his mother lifting her up over his shoulder. He slammed the door shut and ran into their house with his mother's naked ass and dripping pussy inches from his face. He carried her up the stairs and into her bedroom before throwing her down onto her bed. She landed hard and fell back, her hair landing in a wild mess around her head. Her dress was opened in the front and her legs and pussy were fully exposed. She looked up at her son through her hair and begged him to fuck her with her eyes. She knew that he was in control and the thought of being powerless made her even hornier.

He stood above her ripping off his father's tuxedo throwing it into a crumpled pile on the floor. Her eyes followed every movement of his until he was finally naked. She stared in anticipation at her son's toned naked body standing above her. Eric moved forward and grabbed his mother by her thighs and pulled her towards him. Once her ass was on the edge of the bed he rolled her over and pulled her hips up to meet his. Diane was standing up bent over at her waist propping herself up on her bed with her hands. Her son grabbed her hips and pulled her back into him. She felt his hard cock slide along the length of her soaking pussy. He rubbed his cock against her until he was covered with her juices. Fully lubricated Eric paused for a moment and then pushed his cock deep inside of his mother's waiting pussy.


His mother was screaming at the top of her lungs as he finally penetrated her. Her hair flung around as he pounded his cock into her from behind. Eric didn't know what came over him but he wanted to fuck her like an animal and he wanted her to know who was in charge. He slapped her ass as hard as he could leaving behind a dark red mark.


His mother kept moaning and yelling.


He was so turned on at this point he just kept pounding his cock into her as hard as he could. His skin slapped against hers and made a rhythmic sound as he fucked his mother raw.


He didn't slow down as she came again. His mother's pussy gripped tightly onto his hard cock and pulsated with each wave of orgasm that washed over her. Eric continued fucking her as hard as he could manage. He leaned forward and reached around to grab his mother's breasts through her dress. He grabbed at the thin material and pulled on it until her dress ripped wide open freeing her soft mounds. He tightly grabbed each breast and pulled on them and pinched her nipples.

"OOOOHHHHH GGGGOOOOOODDDDD!!!!" She kept screaming.

He wasn't sure if she was still cumming from before or if she was cumming again, but he didn't care. She was his now and he was going to use her. The thought of taking his mother like this started to sink into him and he felt his cock stiffening inside of her hot pussy. He moved his hands from her chest and grabbed her hips again. He slammed his body against hers and pulled her hips into him forcing his cock as far inside of his mother's pussy as he could manage. His cock throbbed and erupted inside of her. He felt her pussy contracting against him as his cock released streams of cum into her. He held her tight against him until he emptied himself completely and then collapsed onto her.

His head was resting on her shoulder and he whispered into her ear. "You're mine now mom. I'm going to fuck you whenever I want; I'm going to tell you what to wear, and whenever dad is out of town I'm going to sleep in your bed. Do you understand?"

Eric felt his mother's head nodding in agreement.

Diane couldn't believe what was happening. Not only was her son fucking her, again, but he was telling her that she belonged to him now. The thought of being owned and losing all control did something to her and she felt another orgasm wash over her as her son's cock still throbbed inside of her.

After several minutes passed Eric stood back up and turned his mother around. She looked like a mess. Her hair was all over, her dress was ripped, and she was sweating and panting.

"Clean me up." He said as he looked down at his cock.

His mother dutifully knelt onto the floor and took her son's cock into her mouth licking their combined juices off of him. When she finished she stood up only to be told to put on a nightie and get into bed. Diane felt her son's cum dripping down her leg as she went into her closet to put on her lingerie. Moments later she reemerged wearing a see through pink babydoll that ended just below her dripping pussy. Eric was already in bed and motioned for her to join him. Diane pulled back the covers and looked down at her sweating naked son briefly before slipping into her bed beside him. She rolled over and took him in her arms as they both drifted off to sleep.
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