Incest/Taboo Reassuring Mom

"Wow, all this for a simple trip to the matinee with your son? You look great, Mom, but you didn't need to get so dressed up. It's just a movie."

Her eyes twinkled at the praise and the compliments. She said, "I'm not just going to the movies. I'm going out with my 'boyfriend' to sit in the dark." Her grin deepened, showing her bright white smile even more.

"Oh, so now I'm your 'boyfriend,' huh? Are you sure I'm not your 'boy toy'? Not that I would mind either title." I kidded her.

"Ooo, I've never had a boy toy. Maybe we will try that on for size. I guess that makes me the 'Cougar' and even a Sugar Mama. Lovely. Let's go, baby, take Momma to the movies. You drive again."

I offered my arm like a proper gentleman, but Mom took my hand instead. Holding hands felt tremendous, and walking Mom to the car was enchanting. She slipped in, and I kissed her with a quick peck on the cheek before closing the door. She grinned at being treated like she was cared for and about. I hopped into the driver's seat and hit the garage door opener.

I backed out and hit the garage door again before asking, "Top up or down, Mom?"

"Leave it up for now, Jimmy Honey. I don't want it to muss my hair, and it's a short drive to the theater anyway." Nodding, I backed out into our street, and we headed off to the local mall and the movie matinee.

We arrived with plenty of time, and after getting tickets and popcorn, my treat, we stepped into the arcade and played a couple of games. I lost most of them as I watched Mom having a fun time. As the showtime neared, we walked to the ticket attendant and were directed to our proper theater. We continued to hold hands, and Mom seemed to have a weight off her shoulders as she acted like a woman half her age. She was intoxicating, and her happiness was infectious. I caught my reflection in the current movie posters with a lopsided grin. I smiled harder.

We found seats near the back in the center. The theater had a few other people, but most were near the screen or several rows in front of us. We settled next to each other, cuddling up like many times on our couch at home, but the atmosphere was charged with potential. Soon, the previews started, and we began nibbling the popcorn and sipping from our shared soda. When the movie started, Mom laid her head on my shoulder, and I leaned into her, laying my head on hers.

We quietly chatted about the previews showing and noted a couple of them to maybe come back and see another time. We continued to hold hands. While I had the popcorn bucket in my lap, my other hand held our soda. Mom would have a few kernels and then feed me a few. I thought it was pretty cute and romantic. When she needed a drink, I lifted the drink so she could drink from the straw. We traded off as the movie began in earnest. After fifteen to twenty minutes, we set aside the popcorn and soda. We cuddled into each other, having lifted the middle armrest for more comfortable access earlier.

Maybe another ten minutes later, Mom took my hand and laid it in her lap. A lap that no longer had a denim skirt covering it. She gently put my hand at her crotch and let go but looked at me and grinned. The first thing I noticed after the lack of a skirt was that there were no panties either. I smiled and blew her a kiss. She grinned back.

I slowly slid my hand down, pushing across her soft, smooth mound. I gently bumped into her clit, and Mom moaned lightly. As I crossed further south down to her warm and wet slit. I wiggled my fingers through her lips and split them all between my fingers. Then I stopped, not moving a millimeter. I waited, teasing Mom. I wanted to see who would flinch first to increase the pleasure she wanted and would soon receive. Before long, Mom pressed her crotch down on my fingers. I slipped my middle finger into her steaming pussy to her slightly louder moan. The movie sounds covered any noises she made for the time being. I continued to gently stroke my finger in and out of Mom's pussy as she got wetter.

Her hand that had been holding mine, the one that's now in her pussy, moved to my lap. She began rubbing my thigh, then moved to my crotch. She rubbed slowly as I began to harden. She moved my cock through my pants to a better position before pulling my belt open and then my zipper down. My hard cock freely tented my undershorts until Mom slipped me through the hole to stroke me slowly. After a few seconds, she was stroking to the rhythm that I was using on her pussy.

Our breathing slowly became faster and more ragged, but we both had mischievous grins on our faces. It was a race to see who got who off first. I won by slipping a second finger into Mom at the last moment. She came noisily, but a sudden noise from the movie covered her as Mom gasped out, "Oh, Jimmy!"

I leaned over and, putting my other hand on the back of her head, pulled her to me for a deep, passionate kiss. Even as her orgasm hit her, Mom never stopped stroking me. Recovering quickly as it was a small one, she leaned down and sucked my raging hard-on into her mouth and, seconds later, took my load down her throat, swallowing every drop.

After licking her lips clean, she whispered, "Soda, please." I grabbed the nearly forgotten drink and offered her a drink. She took three long pulls. Then, she nodded, smiled, and leaned into me, her lips now pursed for a kiss. I obliged her and kissed Mom tenderly but with restrained passion. I slipped my hand from her hot, wet core and sucked my fingers clean, then grinned at her smacking my lips at the deliciousness that is my Mom.

We reset our clothing, and after another twenty minutes, we decided to leave, as neither of us knew what was happening in the movie. We grabbed some lunch to-go from Arby's in the food court and headed home, once again comfortably holding hands. The day had become even more beautiful, and I put the top down for our ride home. Mom let her hair blow in the breeze of our movement, reinforcing the look of her younger age as we went.

When we arrived home, it was less frantic than the day before. I still pulled her into a hot, steamy kiss once in the garage, even before closing the outer door. We walked inside holding hands again, taking our lunch to the kitchen counter. Having a new thought, I placed the food in the microwave to keep it warm.

After removing my hoodie, I took Mom's hand and led her to the dining table.

I sat down with her in front of me, her back to the table and her luscious ass at its edge. Looking into her eyes, I slipped my hands up her soft, creamy thighs under her skirt, pushing it up as I went. When she stood there with her denim skirt pushed up around her waist and her sex exposed, I sat her on the table and gently spread her legs further, exposing her sex to me. Staying with eyes locked together and our breathing becoming more excited, I leaned in and kissed her silky mound. Ever so slowly, I buried my tongue into Mom's soaked pussy lips and began eating her to soft moans and groans.

She leaned back onto the table on her arms, her hands flat on the table, staying up to watch as I devoured her. When I began nibbling her lips gently, she cooed her appreciation. But when I lightly flicked my tongue around her clit she moaned louder. I next kissed and sucked it briefly before returning to her lips and her sopping hole, her juices running thickly as her arousal built. I don't know how long I was there, but I do know she had a few petite orgasms, each time pulling my face into her steaming pussy and groaning louder each time. For my final trick, I pushed her legs higher from behind her knees and added licking her little pucker to slight flinches of unexpected pleasure from Mom.

I continued to build her pleasure the last time, pushing and nudging her higher as I lapped, kissed, and nibbled her to her biggest orgasm of the session. When she came, it was tremendous for us both. Mom came hard and even squirted some, covering my face and upper shoulders before it dribbled down my chest afterward.

Mom screamed out her pleasure, her arms failing her the final bit as she flopped back onto the table and hollered out, "OH, JIMMY! EAT ME, BABY BOY! YOU'RE MAKING MOMMY CUUUUMMMM AGAIN! AAAAAAAGGGGHHHH!!!"

I pulled back and watched as Mom shivered and shook through her orgasm. Her hair became a little messy, having the added effect of making her more beautiful. While her chest rose and fell in gasps and wheezes, pushing her tits tight to her sweater. Some of her nectar seeped from her hyper-stimulated pussy, and I leaned in and lightly slurped it up, reveling in the taste that is my mother. When she could, she pushed back up onto her elbows, looking at me with tremendous love but a hot lust burning in her eyes, too. I grinned, and she grinned back.

"Ready for lunch now, Mom? I've already had a snack, but I should probably eat some food, too."

We laughed together as she started to slip from the table. I helped her down right into my lap, and we kissed hard for several seconds. I held her by one-half of her tight apple bottom as the other hand rubbed her upper back. Mom's arms had wrapped tightly around my neck and shoulders. When our kissing broke, the look we shared proved the rest of the day would be interesting.

Mom stood back up, pulled down her denim skirt, and went to the microwave for the food. I looked down into my lap and found a nice-sized wet spot over my crotch. I had a bulge in my shorts beneath it. I knew that erection would be freed soon enough and put into Mom with vigor and enjoyment for us both.

We ate in companionable silence of our barely warm Arby's, but the food was just a means to an end. We both knew we would need fuel to keep our energy up for the rest of the afternoon. I finished first and started cleaning up the refuse of our fast food meal. As I took Mom's wrappers and stuff, I also leaned down and nuzzled and kissed her neck in a hot, long smooch. I kissed her at the juncture of her neck and shoulder first, then again under her ear at that spot that I now know gets her motor running full tilt. She moaned appreciatively. I moved away before she could grab on, teasing her a bit more and dodging her grasping hands. I dumped all the trash before returning, taking Mom by the hand and leading her to her bedroom.

I brought her to the small open area before the bed and softly kissed her with my hands, cupping her face. I held the kiss for as long as it took for us to run out of air. We broke, nearly gasping for breath. Mom's eyes opened, sparkling and full of want. I then moved my hands slowly down her neck, across her shoulders, and down to her waist. I pulled her in for another kiss, but this one was brief before my hands slipped beneath the hem of her sweater. I lifted gently until it popped off above her head, but not before holding her arms trapped and kissing her with her eyes covered and arms captured. Mom moaned, and her hips wiggled subtly.

With the sweater removed, I stared into Mom's eyes, our foreheads pressed lightly together. After lightly tossing the sweater into a nearby chair, I reached back around and unclasped Mom's bra, a cute, light blue, and nearly sheer one. It joined the sweater soon after. Lastly, I went for her denim skirt, unbuckling her thin belt and the button before slowly lowering the zipper. We heard each tooth separating as I unzipped it. I let the skirt fall to the floor, and a now naked Mom stared back at me, her breathing fast at the erotic seduction I was performing. I kissed her tenderly, taking her in my arms. We stood that way for nearly a minute, kissing again.

It was Mom's turn to break the kiss as she began undressing me. She started nearly the same, removing my shirt first with our foreheads back together again. I rubbed our noses together in Eskimo kisses like when I was a kid. She smiled broadly at the memory. When my shirt was removed, she did the same trick of trapping my arms and upper face in my shirt to kiss my lips, this time with more passion. Tossing my shirt aside, she quickly undid my belt and pants, with them joining her skirt and my tee on the floor. I stepped from them plus leaned down to take off my sneakers and socks quickly. I also carefully removed Mom's heels.

As I stood again, we returned to that previously passionate kiss, and I slowly stepped us back to her bed. I picked Mom up again by her ass and laid her back down on the bed. This time immediately slipping my hard cock into her tight, wet love tunnel. We moaned together as I filled Mom with my cock. I pumped slowly a few times to ensure I was well-lubricated before ramping up my speed to pump quickly but not overly hard yet. We kissed with fire and passion as I pumped away at Mom's steaming center. I gave her another small orgasm while she moaned into our kiss.

I then flipped her over into doggy and pumped her to another orgasm in quick order. She moaned out her pleasure across the new bedspread. I then pulled her up, and we walked into my room before I laid back and tugged her into my lap to have her ride me cowgirl a bit. I had her turn around after a few minutes, and she rode me in reversed cowgirl while I held onto her from behind, mauling her tits, especially her hardened nipples. Her moans were getting louder as her womanhood got wetter and wetter.

After she came again, I pushed on her back lightly, and she climbed off me. I then pulled her out to the living room and put her spread out on the couch after closing the drapes down to a crack. I dove back into her soaked pussy and went to town, slurping, licking, and kissing up all her juices I could capture. When she was 'cleaned up,' I jumped straight to her hardened clit, and she screamed out a new wordless orgasm. While she came down, I stroked into her a few times, firmly bottoming out each time.

Next, I took her back to the kitchen and bent her over the counter, and I took her from behind for several minutes and another tiny cum for Mom. We moved onto the laundry room, where I set her on the washer and pounded her for another few minutes, watching her cum again. Mom became more and more lovely the more she was serviced. Her hair became a wild mess, and the clip was long gone. The sex sweat covering our bodies added a glimmering sheen to us as we continued to fuck all over the house, moving from one room to the next.

I moved us from the laundry back to the living room and onto my former father's recliner. I put Mom on her back across the seat, pulling her ass right to the edge and then folding her legs up nearly to her ears. I then looked at her, a grin on my face, and without warning, took her asshole like before with a little more passion. I pushed in slowly, all at once, without the pauses from before. Her eyes went wide as I pushed in, and she moaned loud enough I thought she might rattle a filling loose.

I fucked Mom's ass in my father's recliner to another massive orgasm, this one a double, she told me after, one from her pussy and a nearly simultaneous anal one. Her first anal orgasm ever. She covered us both with her squirt, the chair, and the carpet beneath us. When she came, of course, she pulled me right along, and I came, filling Mom's luscious ass with my new load. She moaned again just as I did, feeling my seed pump into my mother again.

Still with Mom impaled, I picked her up, spun us around, and sat back in the chair with her facing me. We kissed again, more gently and tenderly, her legs splaying beside us like a frog. Occasionally, she would wiggle her hips, feeling my cock still stuffed firmly into her asshole. She'd moan and grin, then kiss me harder. When I started to feel myself soften, I picked her up again and walked us into her bedroom and into her en suite bath and shower. We stepped in just as my cock unplugged her ass, and my fluids inside popped free. The resulting splatter made us both giggle, and I kissed Mom hard again. We both looked at the cum dripping freely from both of Mom's well-used holes.

Mom giggled, "That tickles a little, but oh, so hot. My Son fucked me well all afternoon, and I loved it. I love you, Jimmy. Truly, you are the man I meant you to become. I'm glad you're nothing like your father." We kissed long, deep, and tenderly for a few minutes before getting chilled and turning the shower on.

We washed slowly and sensually, thoroughly enjoying being in there together. I rinsed but didn't wash Mom's hair again. We were both well-scrubbed and pink-skinned when we stepped out. We dried each other, fondling and caressing each other as we smiled into each other's gazes. We returned to Mom's bedroom, and she shooed me out to get dressed comfortably for the remainder of the evening and suggested I do as well.

I quickly dressed in a new tee and cotton house shorts, foregoing skivvies because I wanted the boys to be free. I stepped from my bedroom and went into the kitchen in search of drinks. I poured Mom a glass of wine and grabbed a Coke for myself. I met her in the living room as she stepped from her bedroom. I marveled at the simple beauty of my mother in a shiny silk robe coming down to her knees. The pattern appeared to be birds in flight, swallows, I think.

"Looking good, Mom. Is that a new robe? I like it either way." She blushes lightly at the new compliment.

"No, Honey, I've had this for a few years but only wore it a few times. He never appreciated the simple things I did to entice him. Now I have a new 'Man,' in every sense of the word, to entice and appreciate me. I love you, Jimmy. I'm glad you seduced me yesterday. Your love is all I need from now on, both as my son and my lover. Are you okay with that, Jimmy? Will you take care of your old Mom from now on as my loving son and partner?" Her eyes shone with love by the bushel, but there was a little doubt.

I set the drinks down and folded her into my arms, hugging her tightly. I kissed her neck like earlier, beneath her ear. She shivered and squeezed me tighter.

I leaned back and said, "Mom, I'm Your Man from now on. Before I make any decision, I will consult you regarding your wishes and desires for Us. We may not be able to marry, but if you are willing, you will be My Wife in all other things. Is that what you wanted to hear? Because I don't think I could love you anymore, either as my mother or my lover. The last 48 hours have been the best of my life, and I hope yours, too."

Tears started rolling down her cheeks, accompanied by a demure smile at the love I was showing her. She nodded, as nothing would come out when she opened her mouth to reply.

I leaned back in and kissed her again gently and tenderly with a bit of passion for the woman in my arms and the life I imagined for us. We kissed for a few minutes like that before moving to the couch to continue kissing gently for many minutes. Neither of us cared how long. When we finished, I flipped on the TV, and we watched a little nonsense show. Mom sipped her wine, and I had my Coke.

When it was time, we got up and went into the kitchen. After a minor cleanup of that afternoon's remainders, we worked together to make a simple pasta dinner with side salads and more wine for us both. Our loving gazes rarely left each other's throughout our meal. More than once, I surprised Mom with a blown kiss at her. She would return one as immediately as she could. Once, she used the side of her wine glass to push her lips against it like she was kissing me. Another with sauce-covered lips as she had just pushed a forkful of pasta into her mouth. We both giggled throughout the meal at our simple and sweet antics.

When we were finished, we moved to do the cleanup quickly and efficiently. We rinsed everything, and it all went into a now-full dishwasher. I threw in a pod and started it before leading Mom back to the couch, a fresh glass of wine for us both. We snuggled up and stared into each other's eyes for several seconds before I gave her a peck on the nose, to which she giggled, and then I grabbed the remote, looking for a movie. I went through a couple of our streaming services, taking about fifteen minutes, before settling on one I had seen before with an old girlfriend, and I was sure Mom hadn't seen it. Mr. & Mrs. Smith.

I watched her as much as I watched the movie, as different funny and poignant scenes played out. We continued to sip our wines but equally kissed when commercials came on. When it was over, Mom grabbed the remote and flipped it back to regular cable and onto a music channel playing soft rock. It started with the perfect song, 'Hello' by Lionel Ritchie.

Then, Mom stood and put her hand out, saying, "Dance with me, Jimmy." I grinned and took her hand. We stepped over between the TV and coffee table and gently swayed together as we danced to several songs, rubbing, caressing, and kissing away. After those songs, we paused for a sip or two of our wines before returning to dancing.

When our wine was gone, Mom took me by the hand and led me back to her bedroom. We quickly remade the bed with fresh sheets, leaving all the dirty stuff in the corner for tomorrow. When the bed was ready, Mom turned to me and said, "Take my robe off, Jimmy."

I stepped to her, kissing her first, and then slowly pulled the tie loose from her silky robe. She tugged at the lapels as it came loose, and it fell to the floor. Underneath, she had on a gorgeous Mint Green sheer teddy that did nothing to hide but everything to accentuate her incredible figure. She stepped into my arms and kissed me with passion, and I returned the kiss wholeheartedly.

Breaking the kiss, she said, "Take me to bed, Jimmy. Make love to your Wife and love me as I will love you the rest of my days."

"I'd be honored to." Then I gave her a little mischievous smile and asked, "But who am I making love to tonight? My Mom, my hot girlfriend Susie, or my sexy Susan, the best homemaker ever?"

"You'll have all of us every day and night from now on, Jimmy. But right now, it's Susan, the loving woman taking her new lover to bed for the first night of the rest of our lives."

With an intense look, I reply, "I'll take all that, and I hope to give it back in equal measure. Our love is unique, and I plan to cherish it forever." I then leaned in and kissed Susan passionately as we lay down on Our bed. I covered us with the sheet and first light blanket, leaving the comforter on the bed foot. We kissed, cuddled, and fondled long into the night. I regularly slipped between her legs and made love to my new 'wife,' and I loved every minute of bringing her multiple orgasms. I was not worried about my own, but when the time came, Susan went down on me and swallowed every drop.

She returned to me with the quip, "I don't want to have to clean the sheets again before we wash the other ones." We chuckled and cuddled up again after pulling the comforter into place. We drifted off, holding each other snugly, our arms and legs intertwined, our breathing matching as we lay peacefully in love with and for each other.​