Gino's Italian cuisine was excellent, as usual. As were the now three bottles of wine Mom and I had killed. We'd arrived by Uber to celebrate her 42nd birthday and would go home that way, so no need to take it easy with the wine.
The dinner had been a long time coming. Like many teen boys, I had fantasies of boffing my mother, but she was the authority figure in the home after my dad passed away a few years ago, suddenly hit by an unexpected heart attack. So, nothing doing. After a while, my mother started dating, to the point of being borderline promiscuous. She'd asked if I would be okay with her bringing dates home and, anxious for her happiness and not averse to the sounds her enjoying lusty sex, I'd agreed. Her encouragement for those men to fuck her hard and deep were terrific fuel for my fantasies.
But... why wouldn't she ask ME for that?
The first few lame attempts I made at making her aware of the possibility were shut down hard. Mothers and sons didn't do such things and sons should treat their mothers with respect, which included not making ridiculous and unwanted overtures.
Shit.
My break came one Saturday night, when her beau of the evening wouldn't take no for an answer. I never found out what the question was, but my mother's shout that, "No means no," was followed by a loud thwap and her crying out.
I stormed out of my room, murder on my mind. My mom was on her knees before said beau with her head turned away from the dong jutting from his fly, and his hand was lifted for a backhand return smack. He never saw me, probably a good thing, given he looked like an ex-football player. Utilizing the element of surprise, I tackled him while doing a karate chop on his dingaling. He cried out in pain as he leaned forward, hit his head on the side of the bedframe and collapsed.
My mother, luscious boobage on open display, cringed and tried to cover up. I don't know what possessed me, but I flung a sheet at her and held my hand out to bring her to her feet. "Go to my room and close the door," I said.
With her out of the way, I dragged the unconscious Casanova down the stairs by his feet, his head bumping on each stair like in Weekend at Bernie's. I dumped him outside the front door before locking it from the inside.
After that, my mother's attitude toward me changed completely, using words like hero, and affectionate touches I'd never seen. When she asked what she could do to thank her knight in shining armor, I suggested this dinner, which she embraced with enthusiasm.
Enthusiasm is what she also used to attack the bottles of wine. I learned that wine therapy had become a staple of her coping with Dad's loss, along with an exaggerated sense of trying to be both father and mother to a hormone-driven teenage son. I couldn't help but hope that the wine would soak through and soften the tough-mom façade.
As the dinner progressed, my mom's speech became a little slurred. "You've grown up to be a solid young man," she said with her hand on my forearm. "Why don't you have an attractive young thing at your side?"
"Women my age are too airhead-y and I don't have any opportunities to meet older women," I replied. "But how about you? How does a sexy woman like you stay single?"
She giggled. "You think I'm sexy?"
"Oh hell, yeah. I'm sure every man in your orbit would love to spend a night with you."
With a sigh, she whispered, "That's what your father said, too."
"He did?"
"Yes, you may find it hard to believe of your old mother, but when we were young, your father and I were like rabbits, probably worse."
"Wow, there's an image I could spend hours enjoying. Actually not that hard to imagine." I put my hand on her leg and gave it a squeeze. She put her hand on mine and gave it a squeeze back.
"Yes," she snickered behind a hand. "We did some wild things in our day."
"No," I replied in mock horror. "Not you. You're way too straitlaced."
"Ha. Would you believe we even were swingers for a while?"
A hardness began to make itself felt between my legs. "Really? How did that come about?" I slid my hand a little higher up her thigh.
A fresh bottle arrived and the server refilled our empty glasses.
"I had a coworker who was hot, and over lunch one time she told me what she and her husband had done the previous weekend."
"Which was?"
"They had another couple over for dinner. After dinner, they put on music and began dancing. Then they switched partners. Then the dancing went to kissing, then making out on the loveseat and the sofa. Then her guy started rubbing her panties. She looked over and saw her husband doing the same with Gwyneth. That continued until her husband undressed the coworker and kissed her boobs. One thing led to another and, well--"
"Wow. How did listening to her story make you feel?"
Mom giggled a naughty giggle. "I was turned on something fierce. So when I got home after work, I raped your father and afterward told him about Gwyneth's conversation." Her eyes had a glassy look as she took a big gulp from her wine glass.
As I slid my hand a little further up my mom's thigh, I encountered resistance where her thighs met. Looking me in the eye, she opened her legs to give me greater access.
Oh wow. I thought I died and went to heaven. The look on her face launched a thousand ships between my legs.
Looking into her eyes, I asked. "Is telling me this turning you on again?"
With a gulp she replied. "Can you tell?"
"Just a guess... and a hope, I suppose. You are such a sexy MILF, it makes me hot to see you turned on like this. So anyway, what happened then?"
"You're turned on by your old mom?"
"Something fierce, to quote a sexy woman I know."
She held a hand to her mouth and giggled again behind it before taking another sip. "Well, your dad had me invite Gwyneth and her husband to dinner."
"Were you looking forward to it?"
"Oh, yes, your dad and I f... made love every night, sometimes for hours."
"So you and Dad liked to fuck?" I wanted to capitalize on her slip.
If she caught the change in language, she didn't show it. "That week, yes, we were insatiable. Your dad fucked me in the kitchen, over the sofa, in every bedroom, in the bath."
"Thinking about fucking somebody else?"
"That was a big part of it, I guess, but it was more than that. It was the thought of removing the ceiling on our sex life, entertaining the taboo, I would say."
"The taboo makes it more exciting, then, huh?" Would my hot mother catch the naughty hint?
By this time my hand reached the edge of her panties. I waited for her to stop me from proceeding, but instead she sighed a long sigh, opened her legs even wider and took another gulp of wine.
Never one to waste an opportunity, I slowly moved my hand down her inner thigh and back up, keeping an eye out for the protest... which never came.
Instead, she had a faraway look in her eyes. Wistfully she whispered, "Exciting times, indeed."
Lightly I slid my pinky over her panty-covered pussy. Her breathing increased and she looked flushed as she took another sip. I slowly rubbed my mother's panties, and felt the moisture.
"And how did the actual night work out?" I asked as if nothing was happening beneath the table. "As good as you expected?"
"Better. They felt the same way we did. We scarfed down our food and immediately lowered the lights and set up the music."
"So you immediately started by dancing with the other partners?"
"Uh-huh."
"And I bet you felt his hard cock against you from the get-go?" I wanted to keep using sex language to keep her in the mood.
"Uh huh. He pressed it into me with no shame."
"And you welcomed it?"
"Oh yeah. It felt so good. It felt good to be desired by another man, but to have it done in the safety of our own home, and knowing your dad was doing it, too, so there was no cheating, no guilt."
"Taboo with no guilt," I affirmed. Refilling our glasses, I asked, "So, who was the first to get undressed?"
"Your dad wasted no time, kissing down Gwyneth's neck. She took off her blouse and unhooked her bra. Her boobs were bigger than mine and she offered them to your dad to suckle like a baby."
"And you?"
"We didn't want to be left behind, so I took off mine, too."
"Did he suck your nipples, too?" I asked, giving her pussy a little squeeze through her wet panties.
"Mm hmm," my mother burbled, eyes closed, whether it was the memory or my caressing her panties was hard to tell. Her lower body began to rock back and forth very slowly in a fucking motion.
"Mom, I can't tell you how it turns me on to see you enjoy reliving the event."
"Hmm... it's not just that," she said, looking at me through lidded eyes as her wetness rocked against my palm.
Pulling my hand from her crotch, I lifted her chin and locked eyes with her. "You are so hot, mother, a true MILF."
With a heavy breath, she said, "An old woman like me?"
"No, a hot woman, the sexiest MILF of them all."
Her breath caught. "You think I'm a MILF?"
"Think? Know, babe, know. You are so hot you'll melt steel." I brought hand out from under the table, put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer to me. I kissed her ear and let my lips slide down her cheek. She turned her face toward me to allow our lips to touch. "Oh yes, that feels so good," I whispered. "And I'm right. Your lips are so delicious, so kissable."
With a soft moan, she leaned forward and our lips met a little harder. I opened my mouth against hers and her tongue snaked in, seeking mine. I brought mine out, met hers, and our tongues began a soft, sensual dance. Another moan escaped her. Beneath the table, my other hand slid up her wantonly spread legs toward her womanhood. Another moan. As I rubbed it, I felt how moist it was. My dear mother was turned on and wanting more.
With a breathy giggle, she moved her hand to cop a feel of my dick, which had grown hard as steel. "Perhaps this is a recollection we need to take further at our place."
In the Uber, we sat tightly together, and continued making out. I had never known my dear mother liked kissing so much, or was so good at it. Her mouth was wide open and our tongues wrestled like two snakes fighting over a mate.
When we got home, the mutual attack resumed the moment the door closed. I wasted no time pulling her blouse off, turning her around, taking off her bra and kissing her neck while cupping her breasts and squeezing her nipples. She pressed her ass back into my crotch to feel my rod, hard as iron for her.
She turned around and unbuttoned my shirt. "I want you too, but on my bed."
By the time we reached her bed, both of us were naked. I pushed her down on the bed and let my lips slide up her inner thigh. She opened her legs and pulled my head closer to her treasure, now widely pouting and drooling with her desire. The aroma of her arousal filled my senses. The fucking motions that began subtly in the restaurant were now full blown, accompanied by moans.
When my mouth reached her pussy, she thrust herself at me. "Yes, my man-son, show me how much you want your MILF."
My tongue slid up her slit, opening her folds, and flicked back and forth across her clitoris. A loud moan rewarded me, along with primal grunts of need. Again, she humped her lower body at me with an increasing urgency. "Yes, my baby, lick me. Taste how wet I am for my hero. Eat me. Show your mommy how much you want her."
When I sensed her approaching orgasm, I eased my mouth away, to the junction of her thigh, and just caressed her outer lips, from her rosebud to her clit, slowly and softly. Her moans became louder, and she pulled my head back to her soaking pussy. "No!!! Come on, son, eat your horny mother. She wants you. Make her cum. Eat me."
I slid my tongue all the way up from her opening and gently rolled it around her hard, throbbing clit. Her moans turned guttural as she began to climb the peak. I slid two fingers in and lightly rubbed her G-spot.
"Oooh... what are you... Ohmigod... I'm... ugh... ugh... Aaaaaaah!" Her body tensed, her thighs clenched my head until she twitched and convulsed with an orgasm that wracked her entire body. Guttural moans and grunts filled her bedroom as she came with a vengeance. After several heaving minutes, she slowed and exhaled.
"Gunnar, I have never come like that. Off the charts. Where did you learn to do that?"
I slid up her body and kissed her softly as I positioned my still-hard cock at her entrance. "Because I love older women, I had a few experienced instructors."
"Anybody I know?"
I pushed by cock into her slippery wet pussy and she uttered a long satisfied sigh. "Yes, my baby. Fill your mommy with your big man-meat. Give it to me."
"You like my hard cock in your wet pussy?" I was loving her dirty talk, and she apparently was too.
"Yes, my darling, your mommy craves your manhood. Fuck my wet pussy now, fuck me hard and show me what my stud has learned."
I positioned my cock to rub her G-spot on every stroke and it wasn't too long before her talking turned garbled with more moans than words. Her words devolved into variations of "Fuck me, fuck me, fill me with that big son meat, fuck me hard. More. Deeper. Yeah, yeah, yeah," until her wet walls spasmed against my dick, sending me over the edge, too, making us come together.
"Holy mackerel, you're good," Mom breathed when she caught her breath a bit. "To think I've had such a pleaser under my roof and didn't know it."
"You did kind of suspect, though, didn't you?" I replied with a smile. "Those few times your bedroom door was slightly open this past week when you dressed in front of the mirror?"
"You noticed, did you?" she replied with a giggle.
"You pinching your nipples while looking into the mirror made it hard to miss. Were you thinking of me when you did that?"
"What do you think? You leaving your shower door open while you stroked your big stick was kind of obvious, too." She played with my semi-hard cock while we talked. "Hmm, feels like you're getting ready for round two," she whispered.
We kissed long and softly, our tongues leisurely swirling in affectionate combat while she brought Little Gunnar back to life.
"Ah, the benefits of youth," mom giggled.
"No accounting for what it does to a son when his mother takes hold of his manhood," I replied, kissing her ear lobe.
She rose up and offered Little Gunnar some mouth to mouth resuscitation, and he responded strongly to the skill with which she used her lips and tongue.
"Sit on me," I whispered back. "I want to suck your nipples while you ride me."
She rolled onto me, sat up and steered my now hard again pole into her love hole as she lowered herself onto it. With a circular motion she rolled my cock around her inner walls and ground her clit into my lower body. This time it took a while for her to climb her peak again, but when she came, her whole body trembled as her inner muscles gripped my shaft.
When she was done, she lifted herself up. "Now my favorite."
"Yeah? What's that?"
"Doggy style. Fuck me hard and fast with that magic wand of yours. I want to feel you fuck my pussy deep."
She got on all fours, spread her legs, and I sank into her slippery wetness. Grabbing her ample hips, I pounded her from behind.
In the bedside mirror her big tits flopped back and forth as I rutted into her.
"Yes, yes," she cried, "be my animal. Fuck your bitch mother, harder, harder."
Always the obedient son, that's exactly what I did. Her cries and grunts signaled another impending orgasm. I closed my eyes and focused on her pussy walls sliding back and forth on my cock and bringing me to my own climax. The spasms in her vagina brought me to my peak, too, and I spurted into her clutching pussy.
After flopping down side by side, we lay there, holding hands and breathing hard.
"Mom, you are the best fuck I've ever had."
"And you're mine, son."
"Better than your swinger dudes?"
"Oh yes. We only had the one swinger couple, so don't get any ideas your old mother was a wild wanton slut, you hear?"
I rolled to her and kissed her cheek from her ear to her lips. "Oh, I think you are the sexiest wild slut this side of town, mother dear."
She turned to me and we kissed again, tongues again playing with each other while she hummed a "Hmm..." into my mouth. "And you're not too bad yourself, you young fucker."
"Ooh, I love it when you talk dirty to me." I lightly pinched a nipple.
"There's a lot more where that came from. You've unleashed a monster, young man."
"Nice. Nothing I'd love more than feeding this delicious monster."
"Can't wait. But... you never who told me who your instructors were. Do I know any of them?"
"No, but even if you did, I would never tell on them without their permission."
"Are you still fucking them?"
"What? Are you jealous already?"
"No, my darling. You're a young man with lots of oats to sow. If you want to fuck older women I can introduce you to my friends who would die to get what you just gave me. But I don't want to make a fool of myself by proposing someone who turns out to be one of your love instructors."
"Hmm... who did you have in mind to introduce me to first?"
"Charlotte, next door. Since Fred passed away she's been lonely and horny."
"She told you that?"
"We told each other that. Women talk about everything, so there are not a lot of secrets."
"Are you going to tell her what we just did?" For some reason, that unsettled me.
"No, but only because I'm your mother. If you'd been a hunk who picked me up at a bar I would have, of course. She'd do the same to me. And to a few of our friends."
"So you're not afraid of Charlotte telling her friends if she lets me fuck her?"
"Not at all. In fact, you'll make me proud to have such a stud living back in my house."
"Do you think they'll suspect we're fucking?"
"Not if you go out there and do me proud with them."
"Okay, why don't you go ahead and set me up with Charlotte? What do you think I should do for a date? Do you think she'll want to go all the way on a first date?"
"I'll suggest she come over and you put some steaks on the grill. She can bring a few bottles of her favorite wine. After dinner you can suggest some music, we can dance, or you can dance while I clean up, and if you click you can 'walk her home.'" Mom made air quotes.
"I like the way your mind works."
"But give me a week or so. I'll wait until she complains about being lonely, then my suggestion will feel a little more natural."