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Karen was a typical woman in most ways. She was 45, 5’5” tall, average weight, proportionate figure and a large B to small C cup tits. She had light brown, shoulder length hair and would be considered attractive by most men. She was single – her husband was killed in a work-related accident four years ago – and nearly done raising three k**s. Her first two were fraternal twins, a boy named Kris and a girl named Kim. They were 22 years old. Her third was a boy named Keith. He was 19. Due to a serious c***dhood illness, he was a year behind in school and at 19, was starting his senior year in high school.
Karen and her husband followed the trend at the time, giving each c***d a name beginning with a “K” like Karen’s name did. There were many times, when situations got a bit heated or she got flustered, that she regretted naming them all in such a way. She would laugh afterward at what surely sounded like a stutter when she tried to get the right name when she wanted a specific c***d’s attention. Until her husband died, life was good, and the family was living the American Dream. As it turned out, between life insurance and settlement of the wrongful death suit related to his death, she was fortunate enough to be able to stay home until she really wanted to get out of the house and go back to work. The oldest two were just graduating from high school and considering their college plans when the accident happened. Keith was in the 8th grade.
Kris was 6’, slim, dark hair and considered by most to be a techie, nerd, geek – whatever you want to call someone highly interested in current technology and a bit of an introvert. He was handsome enough, but not that gregarious, so rarely got the attention of the girls around him. Kim looked very much like her mother. She was a little bustier and fuller through the ass. Her hair was lighter – closer to blonde than brown. Like her twin, she was somewhat reserved, but had plenty of girlfriends. She rarely dated and mostly considered the guys to be obnoxious and full of shit.
Keith was 6’2”, medium build, regarded as handsome, but worked out constantly, so he was very muscular and loved sports. He had light brown hair like his mother’s. He resembled his dad otherwise. Although he was an athlete and handsome, he was the outgoing type and had many friends, although he had never dated and never mentioned any girls showing an interest in him other than friendship. He had concentrated on sports and was a good student.
It took almost three years before Karen began to feel the stirrings of physical need again after her husband died. She reentered the workforce shortly after that when she realized she needed to get out of the house more and begin to make new friends and hopefully find someone and fall in love again. She rarely talked with her k**s about these things, but they were all supportive and understood that she was too young to spend the rest of her life alone. She had gone to support groups, grief counselors, and talked with friends who had been young when spouses had died, and all encouraged her to get out more and begin living again. What was troubling Karen was being aroused when she saw her son, Keith, in nothing but shorts or his underwear. He was young and very muscular, so that much seemed normal, but he was her son, so that part did not seem normal to her at all.
Kris and Kim had just moved to an apartment near the university and decided to share the apartment to save money. So now it was just Karen and Keith. They lived in a modest ranch-style four-bedroom home with a basement. The home had one large common bathroom on the main level and another small bathroom in the basement. The family shared the bathroom and scheduled their times to make it work. Now that it was just Karen and Keith, that was less of a problem. Karen had taken on a part-time job as a secretary and worked four days a week from 9 am to 2 pm. She didn’t have to leave until Keith was at school and she was home before he was at the end of the school day. One morning, he had finished his shower and was only in his briefs standing in front of the mirror finishing his grooming when she walked by. The door was open, and she noticed his physique and stopped. She walked in behind him, telling him good morning, and commented on how handsome and manly he had become. She complimented his muscular development as she ran her fingers across his shoulders and down his back, outlining the inverted triangle his torso made as it tapered to the waist. Then she reached around to hug him and ran her hands down his chest to his six-pack abs. Her hands went a little lower than they should have apparently, because one hand bumped the head of his erect cock aiming at the ceiling. It was sticking up just above his waist so that when her hand arrived at his waistline, his erection was in the way. She quickly jerked back, embarrassed, as was he, and she apologized and quickly left.
When he came to the kitchen, Keith could not look her in the eye because of his embarrassment. She could see it all over his face. As he finished breakfast, she decided she had to say something before he left. She couldn’t let him leave with that being their last interaction.
“Keith, there is no reason for you to be embarrassed. It is normal for men to be that way in the morning. I simply should have kept my hands to myself. I am sorry to have embarrassed you.” She said, trying to put him at ease.
“It’s okay mom. I just didn’t know what to do.” He finally looked at her, hugged her, and walked out the door toward school.
He may have been fine with it, but Karen struggled with it all day. She struggled with her attraction to him and with this inexplicable desire to touch him. It was more than admiration for his physical build and she even began to question if she subconsciously wanted to touch his cock. Her mind was not on her work that day and she struggled to keep herself focused on anything but her son and her strange feelings.
That evening, she began researching articles and opinions about sexual attraction to family members and what caused them and even if they were considered normal in certain situations. She found differing opinions that only confused her more. Karen struggled with the topic for several days before she finally decided it was time to talk with a woman whom she had befriended in her support group and had casually mentioned similar feelings toward her own son. She arranged lunch with the woman and suggested a place convenient to both, but also a place that offered some privacy for them to talk.
Karen met Pam at a quiet place a couple of blocks from Karen’s office around noon. Pam was pretty sure of what Karen wanted to discuss. “Is this about your attraction to your son?” she said almost as soon as they sat down.
“Yes. I was hoping you could tell me how you got over it. The urge is getting stronger by the day and I am afraid I am going to make a fool of myself. How did you fight it off and move on?” Karen looked and sounded desperate.
Pam looked out the window at the people passing by on the sidewalk and said nothing for a few minutes. Finally, she said, “You can never say anything to anyone about this conversation. Promise?”
“Yes,” Karen responded, “absolutely.”
“I didn’t.” was the short answer.
“You mean you are still dealing with it?” Karen said confused.
“I mean, I am sleeping with my son.” Pam said with hesitation. “For about two weeks now, all we have done every evening is get in bed and fuck.”
“Oh, shit,” said Karen, leaning back in her seat. “I thought you had overcome the urge and talked yourself out of it. What happened?”
“We were sitting on the couch one evening watching a movie. There was a particularly racy scene with nudity and simulated sex. My son unthinkingly put his arm around me and I snuggled up to him. For a moment, I was snuggled up to my husband on the sofa watching that scene and took my son’s hand and placed it on my breast. By the time I came back to reality, I realized I was making out with my son. And he was all in, as they say.”
“What did you do?” Karen asked, meaning to ask more of what her reaction was than the actual next physical steps.
“We continued from one step to the next until we were both naked fucking on the couch. I mean, once I realized he wanted me as much as I wanted him, I let go. He is only 21, so the first time lasted all of two minutes,” she said with an awkward laugh, “but he stayed hard and stayed in me, so we just did it again and again until I thought I would have to reupholster the cushions from the cum stains.” Pam went quiet for a minute, then added, “We have talked about what has happened several times and I reassure him that if it is bothering him, we should stop, and I even agreed to send him to counseling, or we both go. He insists that this is a dream come true for him since he has always been attracted to me physically. Do you have any idea how good it feels to have a young man look at you with lust in his eyes and telling you that you are beautiful and wants nothing more than to take you to bed and please you?” Pam was looking for Karen’s approval with fear that she would not get it.
“I haven’t had that experience, no,” Karen said, but desperately wanting to.
“I am not saying it is for everyone, and I am not recommending it, but so far it is working out wonderfully for us.” Pam concluded. “I am the wrong person to ask how to get past it and move on.”
Karen left their lunch discussion just as confused as ever and just as aroused as ever considering it was working out for Pam and her son. She wanted Keith and there were no other men remotely close to acting interested in her.
Karen got home at 2:30 that afternoon and decided she had a couple of hours before Keith came home, allowing herself time to work over her pussy with her vibrator a few times. She guessed later that she must have cum at least six times, but she still had a desire for the real thing.
Keith arrived home just before dinner time and they sat down to eat and discuss one another’s day. Karen continued to look over her son’s body whenever he got up to do something, such as clear the table after dinner or take out the trash. He mentioned that he would like to have some of his friends over and she agreed.
An hour or so later, four of his friends arrived and hung out in the living room mostly talking about sports and occasionally one of the hot girls in their class. That brought up the subject of the upcoming school dance only three weeks away. While they were talking about the dance, Karen found herself watching them from the kitchen and noticing that most of them were good looking young men with reasonably decent physiques and Karen again challenged herself to get her mind off the young men in Keith’s group on to something more appropriate. Then she overheard one of them mention that there was a movement amongst the girls to boycott the dance because none of the guys were asking them to be their dates to the dance. They polled each other and none of them had a date to the dance yet. The girls were tired of spending money on dresses for dances only to be left on the sidelines. Someone asked one of the others why they didn’t ask a girl to the dance and it eventually became clear to Karen that they were afraid of rejection or that so many of the girls had become militant about the “me too” movement that they were afraid they would end up in some kind of trouble if they tried to kiss the girl or were viewed as having tried to touch them in an inappropriate place. One was honest enough to say that he had fully intended to try and touch someone if he got the chance but was giving up on the idea. He didn’t realize that Karen was listening, and all the guys laughed at his comment.
The wheels were turning in Karen’s mind. She could not imagine why the girls would consider a boycott of a dance. When she was that age, dances were the highlight of the year. But she was a little more popular and always had a date. And she realized that times had changed. Still, she could tell the guys wanted to ask girls, but had concerns, no matter how misguided those concerns were. And most of them were just typical teenage boys filled with the typical teenage angst. In some ways, nothing had really changed. They were using the current political climate as an excuse.
Karen stepped into the living room and suggested, “I overheard the comment about the girls wanting to boycott the dance. Why don’t you turn the tables on them and ask mothers to the dance as your dates? There wouldn’t be the concerns about inappropriate touching,” she said laughing, “and the mothers could help you with things like manners, dancing technique, and things like that. The girls would certainly get the message.”
The boys all looked at her like she had three eyes. Then they looked at each other. “Do you think it would work?” one asked. “Maybe,” replied another, “but who would want to date their mother?” Keith spoke up and said, “I would have no problem dating one of them if she was as pretty as my mom.” Karen’s heart melted, and her crotch got wet. She left the room but stayed within earshot of the conversation. “Yeah, but not everyone looks as good as your mother. And what if we tried it and then only two or three of us came with someone else’s mother as a date and no one else did? We would be reminded of that for the rest of our lives.” The boy made a good point and just as they were about to dismiss the concept, one spoke up. “Let’s call some of the mothers and get their reaction to what the girls are planning. If they think anything like we are thinking, they might go along with it.”
Two agreed that they would take the student directory and call 25 mothers as a sample to see what kind of reaction they got. They would get it done within a week, giving the guys time to sell every other guy in their class on the concept and ask a mother to the dance. If the reaction was negative, they would drop it and the dance would either go on as is or the school might cancel it.
A week later, the boys met again in Keith’s living room. The two had taken a poll and found that 21 of the mothers had laughed and said it was a great idea. They would do it and after talking with their husbands, for those who were married, the husbands agreed because it would give them a chance to really find out who the “nice” boys were before their daughters started dating one of them. They also thought it was a good idea to teach the boys some manners and other life lessons in dealing with the opposite sex.
The guys agreed to pursue it with their classmates and decided that mother’s names would be randomly assigned by a drawing. Once they agreed to participate, they could not back out since mothers may go to some expense to get ready once they had accepted an invitation. They also agreed that they had to get at least 75% of the guys to agree or they would drop it. Agreement to the plan, invitations by phone or in person and an attendance survey had to be completed by the end of the week to make it happen. The odds were against them, but it was worth a try to put the girls in their place.
First, they took a poll of all the mothers and, not surprisingly, all the mothers of the boys agreed to the idea and very few of the girls’ mothers would consider it. Those who were willing provided their names and contact information. Each mother’s information was put on a slip of paper and placed in a basket. A poll of the boys resulted in only 73% of the guys willing to give it a shot, but they decided that was enough to move forward. Some of those committing to it were only marginally willing, but it was better than going to the dance and just hanging out with the other guys all evening.
It didn’t take long for word to get around school. The girls were all pissed and gave the boys hell for days leading up to the dance. Most figured it would be a major flop. To boys’ surprise, the principal, a female, thought it was a great idea and even moved the venue from the high school to the ballroom at the local convention center and hotel and changed the theme a “mother-son” dance even though the boys were not allowed under the plan to take their own mother as their date.
Only four of the boys in the class who had agreed to the plan did not follow through, so it looked like they were going to pull it off. One of Keith’s best friends drew Karen’s name and she was relieved that she at least knew the young man and admitted to herself that he was also attractive. The dress code for the dance was a suit for the boys and skirts or dresses for the women. No jeans or casual clothes for the boys were permitted and no slacks or leggings for the women.
Keith had drawn a woman’s name who was the mother of one of the guys he did not know. At his mother’s urging, Keith went to her house and asked her to the dance in person. She was a little older than his own mother, about 30 pounds overweight, about 5’7” tall with auburn hair. She was very outgoing though, and attractive, and Keith decided she would be fun for an evening of dancing. He did not realize that she was also a single parent and she was looking forward to the dance.
When the evening arrived, Keith was stunned at his mother’s looks when she was ready for her “date” to pick her up. She was wearing a red dress that hugged all the right places and showed her figure to its best advantage. She wore modest heels and had gotten her hair and nails done. Keith could only hope his date had done as much. Keith told his mother that she looked beautiful and then headed out the door to pick up his date. His mother had instructed him to get his date a corsage and he carefully carried it with him as he left.
His buddy, Jim, showed up just as Keith was leaving to pick up Karen. He had a corsage in tow as well. They smiled at each other awkwardly but said nothing as Keith left the house.
Keith arrived at Amanda’s house, helped pin the corsage onto her jacket and headed to the dance. Amanda was wearing a butt-hugging bright blue skirt, matching top that was more loose fitting, and pair of very high matching blue heels. She was a busty woman, so the whole package – large tits, snug view of her round ass and the shapely form of her legs enhanced by the heels – gave Keith an erection. It could be a long evening.
Everyone arrived at the dance. It was a somewhat odd sight to see a large crowd of 40 and 50 something women on the arms of a bunch of 18-year-old boys. The women all looked totally at ease and even laughing at the boys all looking nervous and afraid they would make a wrong move. But to their credit, every boy asked their date to join them for the first dance. There were a couple of faster tunes to get everyone loosened up and then a slower tune to force the guys to show a little more grace and consideration for their dates.
Amanda hugged Keith close and spent the slow dance just gazing at him. It wasn’t a gaze of motherly pride, but it wasn’t an obviously lustful gaze either. She just seemed to study him some and enjoyed the moment. Halfway across the dance floor, Karen was also enjoying her slow dance with Keith’s friend. He was not as tall as Keith, but strong and well built like Keith and she tried to keep her mind above her waist – and his. For about the next hour, the dance numbers were two or three to one, faster versus slower numbers. The mix shifted in the remaining two hours of the dance to just the opposite. Everyone had relaxed and became accustomed to their partners and the music slowed and there were more slow dances. For most numbers, at least two-thirds of the people were on the dance floor and a third would take a break and visit. Everyone was having a good time. Some of the mothers suggested there should be a father -daughter dance just like this one with the same goals in mind.
About halfway through the evening, during one of the slow dances, Karen noticed that Jim was hard, and she tried to press up against him to get a better feel of him without it being obvious. He was trying to back away from her, but she wouldn’t let it happen. Her heels were just the right height to allow his hard cock to rub her right where she wanted it. She held him a little tighter and late in the number she pressed against him enough to grind on his cock a bit. He began to sweat a little, but by the end of the number, was lightly grinding against her as well.
Amanda had similar thoughts in mind for Keith. She had noticed a service door to one side of the dance floor and suggested they step through the door to cool off a little. He agreed and when they did, Amanda noticed a restroom designed for one. She coaxed him into the restroom because she wanted him to make sure she had not mussed up her outfit. At least that was what she told him. When they stepped in, she locked the door and turned to face him. She reached out for him, pulled him close and kissed him deeply without warning. He returned the kiss, sliding his tongue in her mouth and immediately reached down to feel her round ass. She unzipped his pants in a deft move and had her hand rubbing his cock through his underwear making him fully hard. He undid his pants the rest of the way and dropped them, revealing his hard cock to her. She unbuttoned her blouse and unhooked the front hook of her bra allowing her large tits to bounce free. He started squeezing and sucking on the nipples until they were hard in his mouth. She then dropped to her knees and began sucking his cock and playing with his balls. She quit before he could cum in her mouth and stood up and turned her back to him. She lifted her skirt to reveal only a thong string between his cock and her pussy. She placed her hands on the sink for support, spread her legs, and grabbed the string and easily slid his hard meat into her wet pussy in one stroke. She put one finger to her lips to indicate the need for quiet. Then she looked in the mirror to watch this young man fuck her from behind. She had really gotten worked up from all the dancing and came within three or four minutes of his incessant fucking. She bit her lip to avoid making any sounds during her orgasm and then waited for him to unload in her. Shortly after her cum, Keith unloaded his sac full of cum into her hot pussy. She could feel his cock throb with each shot of cum rocketing out the end of his cock. He kept as quiet as he could, letting out only muffled grunts, until he had completely emptied himself inside her. She suggested that he clean up a little and leave first. She would follow shortly and meet him back on the dance floor.
About 30 minutes before the dance was scheduled to end, Karen suggested that maybe it was time Jim took her home. They had been grinding on each other for an hour and he was clearly ready to do more than dance. They got to the car and he held the door open for her as she got in. As soon as he got in, she suggested that they move to the back part of the large parking lot where it was darker. He did and as soon as he was parked, she unzipped his pants and started sucking his cock as soon as she got it free. While she was sucking on his knob, he undid his pants the rest of the way to get more comfortable. He could not believe his good fortune, but fleetingly wondered what this would do to his friendship with Keith. He would worry about that later and just leaned back to enjoy the blowjob. It did not take long before he shot a thick load of cum in Karen’s mouth and she managed to swallow all of it. She sucked and licked him clean, marveling at his still hard cock waiting for more action.
She pulled off her panties and maneuvered in her seat in such a way that he could get on top of her and bury his cock in her waiting pussy. She was thankful at that moment for SUVs and bench seating. Jim was on top of her and banging her hard from the start. Her orgasm had been building all evening and took only a few strokes of his hard cock to bring her to the top and over the edge. She came hard and screamed with pleasure, not once, but twice as he kept up a furious pace of fucking. He came inside her shortly after her second cum and his load was just as thick and large as the one she had just swallowed. As he pulled out, his cum began to run out of her and onto the seat. She was also thankful for leather. It was much easier to clean up.
Keith pulled in front of Amanda’s house. She had been playing with his hard cock all the way home. He took her inside without even asking and she took him straight to her bedroom, stripped and laid on her back. He was on top of her just as quickly and fucked her hard with neither of them saying a word. He played with her tits and as they continued to fuck, she lifted her legs up and over his shoulders, so he could get the maximum depth in her horny pussy. He rested his hands on her huge tits and continued to fuck her hard. She let out the cry she wanted to in the bathroom at the dance and Keith was sure the neighbors would hear, but he kept the pace until he was ready to shoot his cum inside her. She told him that she wanted him to pull out this time, so she could watch. He obliged and pulled his cock out and launched his thick, white cream shoot all the way up to her tits in three long shots and then a fourth and fifth smaller shot.
She invited him back soon for some more fun and he promised her that he would definitely be back and soon. He thanked her for a great evening, kissed her good night and left.
Jim dropped off Karen and left. She kissed him on the cheek before exiting the car. As she walked into the house, guilt for having just fucked Keith’s friend began to take over. It fought with the fact that her pussy was now wide awake and wanting more. She wondered what kind evening Keith had and where all of this would lead. She would find out very soon.
Karen and her husband followed the trend at the time, giving each c***d a name beginning with a “K” like Karen’s name did. There were many times, when situations got a bit heated or she got flustered, that she regretted naming them all in such a way. She would laugh afterward at what surely sounded like a stutter when she tried to get the right name when she wanted a specific c***d’s attention. Until her husband died, life was good, and the family was living the American Dream. As it turned out, between life insurance and settlement of the wrongful death suit related to his death, she was fortunate enough to be able to stay home until she really wanted to get out of the house and go back to work. The oldest two were just graduating from high school and considering their college plans when the accident happened. Keith was in the 8th grade.
Kris was 6’, slim, dark hair and considered by most to be a techie, nerd, geek – whatever you want to call someone highly interested in current technology and a bit of an introvert. He was handsome enough, but not that gregarious, so rarely got the attention of the girls around him. Kim looked very much like her mother. She was a little bustier and fuller through the ass. Her hair was lighter – closer to blonde than brown. Like her twin, she was somewhat reserved, but had plenty of girlfriends. She rarely dated and mostly considered the guys to be obnoxious and full of shit.
Keith was 6’2”, medium build, regarded as handsome, but worked out constantly, so he was very muscular and loved sports. He had light brown hair like his mother’s. He resembled his dad otherwise. Although he was an athlete and handsome, he was the outgoing type and had many friends, although he had never dated and never mentioned any girls showing an interest in him other than friendship. He had concentrated on sports and was a good student.
It took almost three years before Karen began to feel the stirrings of physical need again after her husband died. She reentered the workforce shortly after that when she realized she needed to get out of the house more and begin to make new friends and hopefully find someone and fall in love again. She rarely talked with her k**s about these things, but they were all supportive and understood that she was too young to spend the rest of her life alone. She had gone to support groups, grief counselors, and talked with friends who had been young when spouses had died, and all encouraged her to get out more and begin living again. What was troubling Karen was being aroused when she saw her son, Keith, in nothing but shorts or his underwear. He was young and very muscular, so that much seemed normal, but he was her son, so that part did not seem normal to her at all.
Kris and Kim had just moved to an apartment near the university and decided to share the apartment to save money. So now it was just Karen and Keith. They lived in a modest ranch-style four-bedroom home with a basement. The home had one large common bathroom on the main level and another small bathroom in the basement. The family shared the bathroom and scheduled their times to make it work. Now that it was just Karen and Keith, that was less of a problem. Karen had taken on a part-time job as a secretary and worked four days a week from 9 am to 2 pm. She didn’t have to leave until Keith was at school and she was home before he was at the end of the school day. One morning, he had finished his shower and was only in his briefs standing in front of the mirror finishing his grooming when she walked by. The door was open, and she noticed his physique and stopped. She walked in behind him, telling him good morning, and commented on how handsome and manly he had become. She complimented his muscular development as she ran her fingers across his shoulders and down his back, outlining the inverted triangle his torso made as it tapered to the waist. Then she reached around to hug him and ran her hands down his chest to his six-pack abs. Her hands went a little lower than they should have apparently, because one hand bumped the head of his erect cock aiming at the ceiling. It was sticking up just above his waist so that when her hand arrived at his waistline, his erection was in the way. She quickly jerked back, embarrassed, as was he, and she apologized and quickly left.
When he came to the kitchen, Keith could not look her in the eye because of his embarrassment. She could see it all over his face. As he finished breakfast, she decided she had to say something before he left. She couldn’t let him leave with that being their last interaction.
“Keith, there is no reason for you to be embarrassed. It is normal for men to be that way in the morning. I simply should have kept my hands to myself. I am sorry to have embarrassed you.” She said, trying to put him at ease.
“It’s okay mom. I just didn’t know what to do.” He finally looked at her, hugged her, and walked out the door toward school.
He may have been fine with it, but Karen struggled with it all day. She struggled with her attraction to him and with this inexplicable desire to touch him. It was more than admiration for his physical build and she even began to question if she subconsciously wanted to touch his cock. Her mind was not on her work that day and she struggled to keep herself focused on anything but her son and her strange feelings.
That evening, she began researching articles and opinions about sexual attraction to family members and what caused them and even if they were considered normal in certain situations. She found differing opinions that only confused her more. Karen struggled with the topic for several days before she finally decided it was time to talk with a woman whom she had befriended in her support group and had casually mentioned similar feelings toward her own son. She arranged lunch with the woman and suggested a place convenient to both, but also a place that offered some privacy for them to talk.
Karen met Pam at a quiet place a couple of blocks from Karen’s office around noon. Pam was pretty sure of what Karen wanted to discuss. “Is this about your attraction to your son?” she said almost as soon as they sat down.
“Yes. I was hoping you could tell me how you got over it. The urge is getting stronger by the day and I am afraid I am going to make a fool of myself. How did you fight it off and move on?” Karen looked and sounded desperate.
Pam looked out the window at the people passing by on the sidewalk and said nothing for a few minutes. Finally, she said, “You can never say anything to anyone about this conversation. Promise?”
“Yes,” Karen responded, “absolutely.”
“I didn’t.” was the short answer.
“You mean you are still dealing with it?” Karen said confused.
“I mean, I am sleeping with my son.” Pam said with hesitation. “For about two weeks now, all we have done every evening is get in bed and fuck.”
“Oh, shit,” said Karen, leaning back in her seat. “I thought you had overcome the urge and talked yourself out of it. What happened?”
“We were sitting on the couch one evening watching a movie. There was a particularly racy scene with nudity and simulated sex. My son unthinkingly put his arm around me and I snuggled up to him. For a moment, I was snuggled up to my husband on the sofa watching that scene and took my son’s hand and placed it on my breast. By the time I came back to reality, I realized I was making out with my son. And he was all in, as they say.”
“What did you do?” Karen asked, meaning to ask more of what her reaction was than the actual next physical steps.
“We continued from one step to the next until we were both naked fucking on the couch. I mean, once I realized he wanted me as much as I wanted him, I let go. He is only 21, so the first time lasted all of two minutes,” she said with an awkward laugh, “but he stayed hard and stayed in me, so we just did it again and again until I thought I would have to reupholster the cushions from the cum stains.” Pam went quiet for a minute, then added, “We have talked about what has happened several times and I reassure him that if it is bothering him, we should stop, and I even agreed to send him to counseling, or we both go. He insists that this is a dream come true for him since he has always been attracted to me physically. Do you have any idea how good it feels to have a young man look at you with lust in his eyes and telling you that you are beautiful and wants nothing more than to take you to bed and please you?” Pam was looking for Karen’s approval with fear that she would not get it.
“I haven’t had that experience, no,” Karen said, but desperately wanting to.
“I am not saying it is for everyone, and I am not recommending it, but so far it is working out wonderfully for us.” Pam concluded. “I am the wrong person to ask how to get past it and move on.”
Karen left their lunch discussion just as confused as ever and just as aroused as ever considering it was working out for Pam and her son. She wanted Keith and there were no other men remotely close to acting interested in her.
Karen got home at 2:30 that afternoon and decided she had a couple of hours before Keith came home, allowing herself time to work over her pussy with her vibrator a few times. She guessed later that she must have cum at least six times, but she still had a desire for the real thing.
Keith arrived home just before dinner time and they sat down to eat and discuss one another’s day. Karen continued to look over her son’s body whenever he got up to do something, such as clear the table after dinner or take out the trash. He mentioned that he would like to have some of his friends over and she agreed.
An hour or so later, four of his friends arrived and hung out in the living room mostly talking about sports and occasionally one of the hot girls in their class. That brought up the subject of the upcoming school dance only three weeks away. While they were talking about the dance, Karen found herself watching them from the kitchen and noticing that most of them were good looking young men with reasonably decent physiques and Karen again challenged herself to get her mind off the young men in Keith’s group on to something more appropriate. Then she overheard one of them mention that there was a movement amongst the girls to boycott the dance because none of the guys were asking them to be their dates to the dance. They polled each other and none of them had a date to the dance yet. The girls were tired of spending money on dresses for dances only to be left on the sidelines. Someone asked one of the others why they didn’t ask a girl to the dance and it eventually became clear to Karen that they were afraid of rejection or that so many of the girls had become militant about the “me too” movement that they were afraid they would end up in some kind of trouble if they tried to kiss the girl or were viewed as having tried to touch them in an inappropriate place. One was honest enough to say that he had fully intended to try and touch someone if he got the chance but was giving up on the idea. He didn’t realize that Karen was listening, and all the guys laughed at his comment.
The wheels were turning in Karen’s mind. She could not imagine why the girls would consider a boycott of a dance. When she was that age, dances were the highlight of the year. But she was a little more popular and always had a date. And she realized that times had changed. Still, she could tell the guys wanted to ask girls, but had concerns, no matter how misguided those concerns were. And most of them were just typical teenage boys filled with the typical teenage angst. In some ways, nothing had really changed. They were using the current political climate as an excuse.
Karen stepped into the living room and suggested, “I overheard the comment about the girls wanting to boycott the dance. Why don’t you turn the tables on them and ask mothers to the dance as your dates? There wouldn’t be the concerns about inappropriate touching,” she said laughing, “and the mothers could help you with things like manners, dancing technique, and things like that. The girls would certainly get the message.”
The boys all looked at her like she had three eyes. Then they looked at each other. “Do you think it would work?” one asked. “Maybe,” replied another, “but who would want to date their mother?” Keith spoke up and said, “I would have no problem dating one of them if she was as pretty as my mom.” Karen’s heart melted, and her crotch got wet. She left the room but stayed within earshot of the conversation. “Yeah, but not everyone looks as good as your mother. And what if we tried it and then only two or three of us came with someone else’s mother as a date and no one else did? We would be reminded of that for the rest of our lives.” The boy made a good point and just as they were about to dismiss the concept, one spoke up. “Let’s call some of the mothers and get their reaction to what the girls are planning. If they think anything like we are thinking, they might go along with it.”
Two agreed that they would take the student directory and call 25 mothers as a sample to see what kind of reaction they got. They would get it done within a week, giving the guys time to sell every other guy in their class on the concept and ask a mother to the dance. If the reaction was negative, they would drop it and the dance would either go on as is or the school might cancel it.
A week later, the boys met again in Keith’s living room. The two had taken a poll and found that 21 of the mothers had laughed and said it was a great idea. They would do it and after talking with their husbands, for those who were married, the husbands agreed because it would give them a chance to really find out who the “nice” boys were before their daughters started dating one of them. They also thought it was a good idea to teach the boys some manners and other life lessons in dealing with the opposite sex.
The guys agreed to pursue it with their classmates and decided that mother’s names would be randomly assigned by a drawing. Once they agreed to participate, they could not back out since mothers may go to some expense to get ready once they had accepted an invitation. They also agreed that they had to get at least 75% of the guys to agree or they would drop it. Agreement to the plan, invitations by phone or in person and an attendance survey had to be completed by the end of the week to make it happen. The odds were against them, but it was worth a try to put the girls in their place.
First, they took a poll of all the mothers and, not surprisingly, all the mothers of the boys agreed to the idea and very few of the girls’ mothers would consider it. Those who were willing provided their names and contact information. Each mother’s information was put on a slip of paper and placed in a basket. A poll of the boys resulted in only 73% of the guys willing to give it a shot, but they decided that was enough to move forward. Some of those committing to it were only marginally willing, but it was better than going to the dance and just hanging out with the other guys all evening.
It didn’t take long for word to get around school. The girls were all pissed and gave the boys hell for days leading up to the dance. Most figured it would be a major flop. To boys’ surprise, the principal, a female, thought it was a great idea and even moved the venue from the high school to the ballroom at the local convention center and hotel and changed the theme a “mother-son” dance even though the boys were not allowed under the plan to take their own mother as their date.
Only four of the boys in the class who had agreed to the plan did not follow through, so it looked like they were going to pull it off. One of Keith’s best friends drew Karen’s name and she was relieved that she at least knew the young man and admitted to herself that he was also attractive. The dress code for the dance was a suit for the boys and skirts or dresses for the women. No jeans or casual clothes for the boys were permitted and no slacks or leggings for the women.
Keith had drawn a woman’s name who was the mother of one of the guys he did not know. At his mother’s urging, Keith went to her house and asked her to the dance in person. She was a little older than his own mother, about 30 pounds overweight, about 5’7” tall with auburn hair. She was very outgoing though, and attractive, and Keith decided she would be fun for an evening of dancing. He did not realize that she was also a single parent and she was looking forward to the dance.
When the evening arrived, Keith was stunned at his mother’s looks when she was ready for her “date” to pick her up. She was wearing a red dress that hugged all the right places and showed her figure to its best advantage. She wore modest heels and had gotten her hair and nails done. Keith could only hope his date had done as much. Keith told his mother that she looked beautiful and then headed out the door to pick up his date. His mother had instructed him to get his date a corsage and he carefully carried it with him as he left.
His buddy, Jim, showed up just as Keith was leaving to pick up Karen. He had a corsage in tow as well. They smiled at each other awkwardly but said nothing as Keith left the house.
Keith arrived at Amanda’s house, helped pin the corsage onto her jacket and headed to the dance. Amanda was wearing a butt-hugging bright blue skirt, matching top that was more loose fitting, and pair of very high matching blue heels. She was a busty woman, so the whole package – large tits, snug view of her round ass and the shapely form of her legs enhanced by the heels – gave Keith an erection. It could be a long evening.
Everyone arrived at the dance. It was a somewhat odd sight to see a large crowd of 40 and 50 something women on the arms of a bunch of 18-year-old boys. The women all looked totally at ease and even laughing at the boys all looking nervous and afraid they would make a wrong move. But to their credit, every boy asked their date to join them for the first dance. There were a couple of faster tunes to get everyone loosened up and then a slower tune to force the guys to show a little more grace and consideration for their dates.
Amanda hugged Keith close and spent the slow dance just gazing at him. It wasn’t a gaze of motherly pride, but it wasn’t an obviously lustful gaze either. She just seemed to study him some and enjoyed the moment. Halfway across the dance floor, Karen was also enjoying her slow dance with Keith’s friend. He was not as tall as Keith, but strong and well built like Keith and she tried to keep her mind above her waist – and his. For about the next hour, the dance numbers were two or three to one, faster versus slower numbers. The mix shifted in the remaining two hours of the dance to just the opposite. Everyone had relaxed and became accustomed to their partners and the music slowed and there were more slow dances. For most numbers, at least two-thirds of the people were on the dance floor and a third would take a break and visit. Everyone was having a good time. Some of the mothers suggested there should be a father -daughter dance just like this one with the same goals in mind.
About halfway through the evening, during one of the slow dances, Karen noticed that Jim was hard, and she tried to press up against him to get a better feel of him without it being obvious. He was trying to back away from her, but she wouldn’t let it happen. Her heels were just the right height to allow his hard cock to rub her right where she wanted it. She held him a little tighter and late in the number she pressed against him enough to grind on his cock a bit. He began to sweat a little, but by the end of the number, was lightly grinding against her as well.
Amanda had similar thoughts in mind for Keith. She had noticed a service door to one side of the dance floor and suggested they step through the door to cool off a little. He agreed and when they did, Amanda noticed a restroom designed for one. She coaxed him into the restroom because she wanted him to make sure she had not mussed up her outfit. At least that was what she told him. When they stepped in, she locked the door and turned to face him. She reached out for him, pulled him close and kissed him deeply without warning. He returned the kiss, sliding his tongue in her mouth and immediately reached down to feel her round ass. She unzipped his pants in a deft move and had her hand rubbing his cock through his underwear making him fully hard. He undid his pants the rest of the way and dropped them, revealing his hard cock to her. She unbuttoned her blouse and unhooked the front hook of her bra allowing her large tits to bounce free. He started squeezing and sucking on the nipples until they were hard in his mouth. She then dropped to her knees and began sucking his cock and playing with his balls. She quit before he could cum in her mouth and stood up and turned her back to him. She lifted her skirt to reveal only a thong string between his cock and her pussy. She placed her hands on the sink for support, spread her legs, and grabbed the string and easily slid his hard meat into her wet pussy in one stroke. She put one finger to her lips to indicate the need for quiet. Then she looked in the mirror to watch this young man fuck her from behind. She had really gotten worked up from all the dancing and came within three or four minutes of his incessant fucking. She bit her lip to avoid making any sounds during her orgasm and then waited for him to unload in her. Shortly after her cum, Keith unloaded his sac full of cum into her hot pussy. She could feel his cock throb with each shot of cum rocketing out the end of his cock. He kept as quiet as he could, letting out only muffled grunts, until he had completely emptied himself inside her. She suggested that he clean up a little and leave first. She would follow shortly and meet him back on the dance floor.
About 30 minutes before the dance was scheduled to end, Karen suggested that maybe it was time Jim took her home. They had been grinding on each other for an hour and he was clearly ready to do more than dance. They got to the car and he held the door open for her as she got in. As soon as he got in, she suggested that they move to the back part of the large parking lot where it was darker. He did and as soon as he was parked, she unzipped his pants and started sucking his cock as soon as she got it free. While she was sucking on his knob, he undid his pants the rest of the way to get more comfortable. He could not believe his good fortune, but fleetingly wondered what this would do to his friendship with Keith. He would worry about that later and just leaned back to enjoy the blowjob. It did not take long before he shot a thick load of cum in Karen’s mouth and she managed to swallow all of it. She sucked and licked him clean, marveling at his still hard cock waiting for more action.
She pulled off her panties and maneuvered in her seat in such a way that he could get on top of her and bury his cock in her waiting pussy. She was thankful at that moment for SUVs and bench seating. Jim was on top of her and banging her hard from the start. Her orgasm had been building all evening and took only a few strokes of his hard cock to bring her to the top and over the edge. She came hard and screamed with pleasure, not once, but twice as he kept up a furious pace of fucking. He came inside her shortly after her second cum and his load was just as thick and large as the one she had just swallowed. As he pulled out, his cum began to run out of her and onto the seat. She was also thankful for leather. It was much easier to clean up.
Keith pulled in front of Amanda’s house. She had been playing with his hard cock all the way home. He took her inside without even asking and she took him straight to her bedroom, stripped and laid on her back. He was on top of her just as quickly and fucked her hard with neither of them saying a word. He played with her tits and as they continued to fuck, she lifted her legs up and over his shoulders, so he could get the maximum depth in her horny pussy. He rested his hands on her huge tits and continued to fuck her hard. She let out the cry she wanted to in the bathroom at the dance and Keith was sure the neighbors would hear, but he kept the pace until he was ready to shoot his cum inside her. She told him that she wanted him to pull out this time, so she could watch. He obliged and pulled his cock out and launched his thick, white cream shoot all the way up to her tits in three long shots and then a fourth and fifth smaller shot.
She invited him back soon for some more fun and he promised her that he would definitely be back and soon. He thanked her for a great evening, kissed her good night and left.
Jim dropped off Karen and left. She kissed him on the cheek before exiting the car. As she walked into the house, guilt for having just fucked Keith’s friend began to take over. It fought with the fact that her pussy was now wide awake and wanting more. She wondered what kind evening Keith had and where all of this would lead. She would find out very soon.
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