The next day, my mother appeared to be back to her old self as I walked into the kitchen and said, “Hi, Mom.”
“Hi, sweetie. Go sit down; breakfast will be ready shortly.”
Dad was already at the table as Mom served eggs, bacon, and toast before sitting down. I ate quietly, irritated by Mom’s pretense of normalcy. She insisted we never discuss it again, but I hoped for some sign that our relationship had changed. Over the weekend, Mom gave no hint, though I couldn’t stop admiring her figure as she did housework, especially in those tight white sweatpants.
As if dealing with my new attraction to Mom wasn’t enough, Monday at school added pressure. Rumors about my evening with Mom spread, and I had to invent stories to explain it. On my way home, Alexi confronted me, saying, “So, you think you’re something now with an older woman?” I denied it, explaining it just happened.
Alexi’s reaction troubled me, but I continued dating others. Yet, none compared to Mom. Her impossibly soft lips and the way she ignited a fire in me were unmatched. Still, I was tormented, knowing Mom seemed determined never to let such a moment happen again.
I decided to help Mom around the house to be near her, which only deepened my feelings and made me a bit sad. One evening, while helping with the dishes after dinner, Mom noticed and asked, “Kayden, you seem a little off. Is everything alright?”
“It’s nothing, Mom.”
“It’s something. So why don’t you just spill it?”
I sighed, “I can’t.”
“What do you mean, you can’t? Honey, you can tell me anything.”
“No, Mom, I can’t!” I barked back in a loud whisper.
Mom stayed silent for a couple of seconds before she said, “Does this have anything to do with a girl?”
I stared down at the plate I was drying, and mumbled, “Kind of.”
Mom then whispered back, “Is it that girl, Alexi? You never told me if you two talked after the drive-in.”
When Mom spoke, it was as if a lightning bolt had struck me. I suddenly remembered her plan to make Alexi jealous. I quickly lied, “Yeah, we talked after school, and she seemed furious. I thought you were right about her being jealous, so I took other girls to the drive-in. But when I saw her recently, she was dating someone new.”
“Oh. I’m sorry, honey.”
“But, that wasn’t the worst of it. She was more interested in asking me, whatever happened to you?”
Mom appeared to be engrossed with what I was saying and asked, “So, …what did you tell her?”
“What could I say? I just said it was a private matter. And after that, she smirked and said, ‘So, she dumped you.'”
“Didn’t you tell her she was wrong?”
“Mom… How could I? It’s not like I could ever prove her wrong.”
“I see your point,” Mom said.
I could tell. Mom was lost in a maze of thoughts, her eyes narrowing with an intensity that could cut glass. Her voice trembled slightly as she finally broke the silence, “So… what if she saw us again?”
I did my best to control my enthusiasm and replied, “You mean, go to the drive-in once more?”
“Yes, but this time, make sure to invite her and that boyfriend of hers, too! We need them there, no excuses!”
“You mean, in the same car?”
“Yes, silly. If she is jealous, that might push her over the top.”
My excitement vanished almost immediately because I was certain Alexi would disapprove of the idea. Then Mom added, “And one more thing: no funny business like before.”
My heart sank.
“Okay, Mom,” I said and followed with, “I’ll ask her tomorrow.”
Mom lightly kissed my forehead and said, “Good boy.”
I watched as Mom sashayed out the door and thought, No fucking way is this going to work.
I felt down heading to school, realizing I hadn’t spoken to Alexi since her initial confrontation with me. Now, I was about to ask her to double date, expecting she’d laugh. Still, I thought I should try, with nothing to lose.
I saw Alexi talking to my friend William in the hallway. He invited me over, and I learned he was her new boyfriend. Gathering my courage, I asked, “Would you both like to go on a double date to the drive-in this weekend?”
“And why the fuck would we do that?” Alexi barked.
“Hey, don’t be like that, Alexi. Kayden is cool. Who’re you bringing?”
“Remember Judi?”
“No fucking way!” He replied. “Hey, you think you can get her to score us some brewskies?”
Alexi broke in. “Who’s this Judi?”
William replied, “That’s the older woman he took to the drive-in before.”
Alexi looked disturbed and said, “Oh, her! No. I think we’ll pass.”
“Come on, hun. It will be great. Especially if we can get some beer.”
Alexi gave him a not-so-happy glance and walked away without saying a word.
Watching her leave, William remarked, “I’ll see if I can persuade her to reconsider.”
That evening, as I helped Mom with our dishwashing routine, she asked, “So, did you talk to Alexi?”
“Yeah, kind of. Her new boyfriend was there, as well: William. Remember him?”
“The boy who was parked behind us?”
“Yes. Well, anyway, he mentioned something about you getting us some beer.”
Mom wasn’t keen, so I added, “I doubt it’ll happen. Alexi was opposed and stormed off when William suggested it.”
“She did that, did she? Well, that sounds promising.”
“How is that promising?”
“It just is. Trust me,” Mom said and followed up with, “Tell you what. Tell your buddy I’ll bring some wine coolers instead.”
I agreed, thinking it wouldn’t matter with alcohol involved. The next day, I was surprised when William said Alexi would join us. With plans set for the weekend, my anticipation made time drag. When it finally arrived, I quickly readied my car, so focused that I didn’t notice Mom until she touched my shoulder. She told me, “Your father called; he’s away for the weekend. Want to grab a bite before picking up your friends?”
I couldn’t believe my luck; Dad rarely goes on trips. So I took that as an omen and said, “Sure thing, Mom. Let me get ready.”
I hurriedly put away the cleaning supplies and rushed inside. Remembering how uncomfortable my cramped jeans were last time, I opted for a white tee and black sweatpants, skipping the underwear for comfort.
I’d just left my room when Mom came out of hers. I stopped dead in my tracks and said, “Wow, Mom! You look great in that.”
“You think so?”
“Hell yes,” I exclaimed, my eyes lingering on her revealing black tank top that plunged deeply between her breasts, paired with a short white skirt reminiscent of a tennis player’s attire, leaving little to the imagination.
I could feel the blood rushing to my groin, causing an involuntary reaction, as Mom wrapped up the conversation with a knowing smile. “Now, remember,” she said in a teasing tone, “this won’t be like last time. We’re just going to create the illusion that you’re out with your college friend again. No further complications.”
“Sure thing, Mom.”
Quickly, we drove away and stopped by the local convenience store, where Mom bought a six-pack of wine coolers before we ate at a fast-food joint.
It was time to pick up Alexi and William, and I was unsure of what to expect. Surprisingly, Alexi was unusually pleasant, chatting lively with Mom as we all enjoyed the music in the 4WD.
I figured it might work since everyone seemed in a good mood when I arrived at the drive-in. I was high, excited to return to where I first kissed Mom. As we entered, William asked to be dropped at the concession, and Mom suggested parking in the back. I parked, tuned the radio for the movie, and Mom handed wine coolers to Alexi while we waited for William.
Anticipation built as we waited for William. The girls chatted carelessly about things only they cared about. William returned with popcorn, sat beside Alexi, and I adjusted the seat for a better view. Mom leaned against me, watching the movie and chatting with our guests.
Once everyone was settled, I stayed quiet, eager for the movie to start. Then William asked, “So, how did you meet?” I hesitated, but Mom jumped in, “This charmer won me over at last year’s summer carnival with his smooth talking.”
“So, you’ve known him for a year now?” Alexi replied.
“Absolutely, and I’m looking forward to him heading off to college, so we can have more time for ourselves, if you catch my drift.”
“Oh… Yeah… We get it,” William said as he gave me a quick wink.
Alexi looked surprised by the comment, but as the drive-in lights dimmed and previews began, Mom focused on the screen, and I put my arm around her. When I tried to pull her closer, she pulled away, so I let it go as the movie started. Fifteen minutes in, faint kissing sounds came from the back seat. Mom glanced back at our guests, then quickly returned her attention to the screen.
Mom seemed uneasy, prompting me to glance over and see Alexi embracing William, with his head partially obscuring her face.
Even though it wasn’t visible, you could tell they were in a long, sensual kiss. I thought Mom must be feeling a little sexually stimulated now by her reaction.
I hoped it would help Mom relax and make her more approachable. So, I gently tugged on Mom’s shoulder, applying just enough pressure to draw her closer, but she resisted again, so I paused.
I realized I was mistaken and thought it might be too soon to pressure Mom into doing something she wasn’t ready for right now.
I lingered for another fifteen minutes in anticipation, but the movie failed to captivate me. The whispers and caresses of our guests’ embrace were a symphony, stirring something deep within. I couldn’t understand why Mom remained unaffected, while it tantalized my senses.
Turning my head slowly, I gazed upon Mom’s face to see if there was any inkling of sexual arousal. But unfortunately, Mom appeared to be engrossed with the flick. Now, and I was about to lose all hope.
That was until I glanced down and noticed Mom’s legs were covered in goosebumps, a tantalizing reaction to the cool air. With a suggestive murmur, I whispered, “Judi.”
“Shhh. This is the good part.”
I leaned in close to her ear and gently whispered, “You seem to be getting a bit chilly.”
“Hmm? Oh, yes, now that you mention it, I am,” Mom responded. I was pleased when she leaned back against me, and I held her closer, pretending it was to keep her warm.
Mom rested her head against mine, which made me feel even more thrilled. I sensed that things were gradually moving in a positive direction.
I remained motionless, allowing the warmth from our bodies to envelop Mom, drawing her closer to me. Once I sensed her attention had drifted back to the movie, I began to subtly caress her shoulder with my fingertips, each movement a gentle whisper of desire.
Mom’s eyes were glued to the screen while my hand traced lingering patterns over her shoulder blade. I watched with eager anticipation as her nipples began to stiffen, pressing enticingly against the fabric. It was clear that it wouldn’t be long before I could fully seduce her once more.
Mom seemed completely absorbed in the film, her eyes fixed on the screen. Meanwhile, my gaze lingered on her curves, and a wicked thought crossed my mind: perhaps Mom might be more open to suggestion while she’s lost in the movie.
In that heated moment, my optimism surged through me, and my gaze dropped hungrily. I watched, entranced, as my other hand moved with deliberate slowness, coming to rest sensually on her left thigh, right where Mom’s skin tantalizingly vanished beneath her teasingly short skirt.
Mom showed no resistance to my actions, so I boldly slid my hand along her thigh, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my fingers. As Mom subtly parted her legs, a wave of desire surged through me, my body responding instinctively to her inviting gesture.
My eyes darted to Mom, trying to gauge if she was aware of my debauchery, or if the movie had her so entranced that she hadn’t noticed my wandering hands. I didn’t really care anymore, as my eyes zeroed in on that pristine tennis skirt, a thin veil concealing the succulent prize I craved. I yearned to slide my hand underneath, to stroke and probe her slick, swollen pussy lips again.
Consumed by my lustful cravings, I daringly slid my hand higher along her thigh. In that moment, I noticed her legs subtly shifting once more. It wasn’t a drastic movement, but just enough to reveal they had parted slightly more, invitingly so.
This only heightened my wicked aggressions, and I decided it was time to take this to the next level. Slowly, I slid my hand down from Mom’s shoulder, tracing the curve of her body until my fingers rested on her hip. I let my hand linger there, feeling the heat of her body through her clothes, waiting to see if she would notice my more intimate touch. I was thrilled when she didn’t protest, her body remaining relaxed and receptive beneath me.
Then, slowly, I let my hand glide sensuously across her abdomen, prompting Mom to arch forward slightly. Her back now pressed intimately against my chest. I nuzzled into her shoulder, my breath warm against her neck, as I nestled my head close to her ear.
“Kayden?” Mom whispered while her eyes never left the movie screen.
“Yes?”
“Remember what you promised,” she whispered.
“I am. I’m just warming you up more,” I lied while rubbing my cheek next to hers.
“Mm-hmm,” Mom replied while nudging her head back on mine.
As luck would have it, an intensely passionate scene filled the screen. As the scene unfolded, I teasingly traced my fingers across Mom’s soft, inviting skin, my hand gliding over her stomach with deliberate slowness while my other hand caressed her inner thigh, savoring every inch of her warmth.
I could hear Mom’s breath become ragged as my hand teasingly caressed her thigh, inching upward with deliberate slowness, causing her skirt to slide tantalizingly higher, exposing her skin to my touch.
“Kayden,” Mom whispered again.
“Shhh, Mom. Just watch the movie; it’s finally getting good,” I said, as the couple started to get into their loving embrace.
“Oh…” I heard my mother moan softly as I squeezed her upper thigh, my hand sliding upward from her stomach, pausing just beneath her breast, still concealed by that thin shirt. Her skin was hot and yielding beneath my fingers, begging for a more intimate touch.
The couple on the screen was now intimately exploring each other’s bodies with eager hands. As the guy in the movie passionately sucked on the girl’s neck, I leaned in and whispered, “I can tell she loves it, Mom. Just like you did when I traced every inch of your neck.”
“Oh, Kayden…” Mom gasped, her body writhing beneath my touch. I took advantage of her distraction and grabbed her firm, supple breast, feeling its weight in my hand.
“Kayden, you’re not listening.”
At that moment, an intense, sultry moan emanated from the movie, capturing Mom’s attention and pulling her gaze to the screen. As the couple onscreen began to undress with fervor, I leaned closer to Mom and whispered with a raw, burning desire, “I’m sorry, Mom, but you’re just so
fucking hot I can’t help myself.”
Mom wiggled around, pulling my hand away from her tit, as she looked deep into my eyes and whispered, “But, you promised to behave.”
I quickly pecked Mom on the cheek and said, “I know I did.”
Mom then whispered back, “But, you’re not.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I really can’t help it,” I murmured, my lips brushing against Mom’s cheek with a deliberate, lingering touch. My hand slid up her thigh, squeezing firmly, as a surge of desire pulsed between us.
“Oh…” Mom mouthed softly. “Honey, you mustn’t. We have to control ourselves.”
Mom said ‘we,’ which unmistakably revealed that she was wrestling with the same intense sexual desires that were consuming me!
I murmured, “I know we should, but I don’t think we can anymore,” as I leaned in, closing the space between our lips.
“But we have to. No matter what,” Mom implored as her face moved closer to mine.
“I know,” I murmured, pressing my lips firmly against hers in a deeply sensual kiss.
“Mmm,” Mom moaned softly, her eyes fluttering shut as we melted into our first deep, passionate kiss of the night, the first of many more to come.
As our tongues fervently entwined, I dared to push further, sliding my hand beneath her thin shirt. My fingers eagerly explored until they lightly caressed the supple curve of her breast, igniting a deeper, electrifying desire between us.
“I’mmm… Ah, oh,” she moaned as I eagerly grasped her left breast, feeling the warmth of her skin and the firmness of her hard nipple pressing insistently against my palm.
Mom was getting hot; I could feel the heat radiating from her body. My deliberate seduction was working. As Mom’s eyes fluttered closed, lost in our fierce, hungry kiss, I briefly relinquished my grip on her body. With a swift, stealthy movement, I lifted her from her seat and pulled her onto my lap. She could feel my hardness pressing against her as she settled on top of it.
“OH!” Mom yipped, and I was sure she would protest, even in her aroused state. But it never came. Instead, Mom turned back towards the movie while nudging her firmly-covered bottom further into me. Then, she eased her back against my chest, giving me ample time to rest my head upon her shoulder, next to her ear once more.
As we fixated on the explicit fucking unfolding on the movie screen, I felt Mom’s ass grind against my already-throbbing cock. I ached to hike up her skirt and see what tiny scrap of lace—if any—was concealing her wet pussy.
Swiftly, I slid my hand back onto her thigh and ventured beneath her shirt, my fingers teasingly caressing her skin before cupping her breast with a firm grasp, eliciting a deep, longing moan from her lips.
When the romantic scene concluded, Mom turned to me,…
