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A Mother's MistakesChapter 8 free porn video
The jangling alarm awoke Chris with a start the following morning. He had fallen asleep right after his mother left. It took him a moment to clear his head. When he did, the events of the previous night rushed back to him. He remembered Melissa's anger, but far stronger was the memory of what his mother had done. He could still feel her lips on his and her hand on his cock. When he looked down, he could see the sperm that had dried on his penis and pubic hair. His penis twitched and threatened to start to grow.
He had to get up for school and dragged himself from the bed to the shower.
A few minutes later, feeling refreshed, he went downstairs. He saw his Dad at the breakfast table as usual reading the newspaper. His mother was at the stove fixing pancakes. With great trepidation he entered the kitchen.
"Morning Dad... Mom." His father said good morning without looking over the paper. His mother turned around and looked at him. There was a look of concern on her face. Chris stared at her blankly. He wasn't sure how she felt about last night... he wasn't entirely sure how he felt. In spite of being uncomfortable, he found himself thinking about his mother's kiss and how soft her lips felt. A slight smile crossed his lips. Then he saw his mother smile. They both looked at his father, but he wasn't paying attention.
Allison walked over with a stack of pancakes and sat them on the table. "Are you and Melissa doing anything tonight for Valentine's Day."
Chris was surprised by the question. He had a reservation for dinner with her, but figured that it wasn't going to happen. "I'm not sure. After last... uh... I'm not sure she is going to be able to make it now."
"That's too bad. I'm sure you're Dad didn't have anything planned for us tonight." Allison glanced at Bradley and saw his eyes look over the paper at her.
"Sorry," he said sheepishly. "Do you want to do anything?"
"No that's fine," she said. But it wasn't fine. However, it was expected. She looked at Chris again. "Well, if Melissa blows you off," she smiled at her use of words, "I'm available... and I have that pretty new red dress to wear."
Chris though of the dress and remembered how his mother looked in it. "Uh... thanks Mom... I guess I'll find out today."
"Well, give me a call and let me know as early as you can."
"Sure," Chris said as he dug into a stack of pancakes. Suddenly he hoped that Melissa was still mad at him.
At school, Chris found Melissa at her locker. "Hey," he said.
She looked at him with a scowl and didn't respond as she pulled books from her locker.
"Listen, I'm sorry about last night... it was an accident." When she still didn't respond he said, "Are you going to talk to me anymore?"
Melissa sighed and turned to him. "Last night was... was the worst night of my life. I can never even look in your mother's face again."
"She's cool with it now."
"But I'm not. It's too creepy. I think we need to take a break."
"Fine," Chris said. "If that's the way you feel."
"That's the way I feel," Melissa said as she stormed away in a huff.
She didn't see the smile on Chris's face as he dialed his cell phone.
"I'm almost ready," Allison said when Chris knocked on her bedroom door.
"I'll be downstairs. We have ten minutes to get to the restaurant." Chris left his mother's door and went downstairs. He saw his father in the living room.
"Thanks for taking your Mom out for me Chris. I guess I screwed up again," his father said.
"No problem Dad. I don't have a date tonight anyway."
"Well, you got me out of a jam and I appreciate it. However, the truth is, she would probably rather go out with you then me. I'm an incredible bore." He walked over and put a twenty-dollar bill in his hand.
"Uh thanks," he said pocketing the cash.
At that point Chris heard something behind him and turned around. His eye opened wide when he saw his mother standing there in her new red dress. Her hair was freshly styled... almost like she had gone to the beauty salon today... and she had a pretty shade of lipstick on that matched her dress. The greenish eye shadow she was wearing emphasized the gray/green tint to her eyes. The dress was even sexier than he remembered. The bodice was cut low, revealing the soft swells of her cleavage. It hugged her hips and came down only to the upper portion of her thighs. She had on either pantyhose or nylons, Chris couldn't tell which. On her feet were matching shoes and she carried a red purse.
"Do you still like it?" Allison said, spinning around and giving him the rear view.
Chris's breath was taken away. It was obvious that she didn't have anything on underneath... just like at the clothing store. That answered another question... nylons, not pantyhose. He felt a tingling between his legs.
"That looks very nice sweetheart," Bradley said. Then he went back to reading the paper.
Allison rolled her eyes at Bradley, looked at her son and then shook her head in exasperation. "We'd better get going. Don't wait up for us Bradley," she added as she took her son's arm and they walked out of the room.
Bradley's response was a grunt.
Chris couldn't remember ever being as excited to go on a date in his life. And he did consider it a date. He had the prettiest girl... woman... in the world on his arm. When they entered the restaurant, he noticed the envious stared of the men, and some of the women. He walked his mother proudly to the table and they sat down.
Allison ordered a glass of wine for her and a coke for Chris. Then she turned to him. "Chris, I wanted to say how sorry I was about walking in on you and Melissa. It was out of line and I shouldn't have done it. I hope you can forgive me."
Chris looked at his pretty mother and his heart melted. Her eyes were like pools of water and he found himself drowning in them. "Actually Mom, I would rather be here with you than Melissa."
"You don't have to say that. I know you would rather be with your girlfriend then you old Mom."
"First of all mother, you're far from old. Actually I would say that you are in you're prime." He remembered their conversation about when women reach their sexual peak.
"Thank you sweetheart, that's what every woman wants to hear.
"Second, Melissa isn't my girlfriend anymore."
"Oh, I'm sorry," she lied.
"It's for the best. She was just a taker... always wanting me to do things to her, but never reciprocating."
Allison reached over and grabbed her son's hand. "Some women are like that. They don't realize what they have until it's gone." She stared into his eyes with meaning. "Anyway, I know that she was a... a sexual outlet for you at least."
"Mommm"," Chris complained and his face colored.
"Call me Allison tonight... please."
"All right Allison." Chris smiled. "Anyway, she always wanted me to... to... you know, use my mouth on her, but never did it to me." Chris paused and looked around, lowering his voice. "The truth is, I love to do it. The other night she said she was finally going to do me before yo... well, before she left."
"Sorry again," Allison said and smiled shyly.
"Like I said, I'd rather be with you anyway. Did I tell you how good that dress looks on you."
"Yes you did. But you can tell me as often as you want. It's a little tight... and these shoulder straps don't stay up all the time."
One of the straps had fallen down her arm to her elbow. It allowed the right corner of her bodice to slip lower.
"I'm afraid something is going to pop out if I'm not careful."
Chris raised his eyebrows and smiled in answer.
As the evening wore on, Allison continued to drink wine until she was feeling lightheaded. She didn't seem to pay as much attention to the strap of her gown either.
However, Chris did. He watched as more and more of her breast was revealed until he could almost see the brown of her nipple. At one point, she laughed and the remaining cover slipped lower, letting the entire nipple pop free. Chris stared and swallowed hard. His mother didn't seem to notice. But when he saw the waiter coming he whispered, "Mom, you're... you're showing."
Allison looked down and giggled, then she casually pulled the strap back up her arm.
When the waiter had brought their food and left, there was a pause in the conversation. As Chris ate his steak, he felt his mother's foot touch his pant leg. He thought it was an accident until in went under the leg to touch his bare leg. It wasn't an accident and she didn't have her shoe on. Chris' penis, which had become hard when he saw his mother's nipple, pulsed in his pants.
They ate their meal in relative silence. When the bill was paid... Allison insisted on paying... Chris took his mother's arm and led her to the car. When he was in the driver's seat, he put the key into the ignition and started the car.
"Chris," Allison said leaning toward her son, "I want to tell you what a wonderful Valentine's Day this has been. I can't ever remember a better one." She reached over and placed her hand on her son's cheek. Then she leaned toward him and brought her lips to his.
Chris moaned as their lips mashed together. He felt his mother's tongue on his lips and opened to let it in. Then he pushed her tongue back into her mouth with his. It was her turn to moan as she sucked on it. His hand touched her shoulder, feeling the errant shoulder strap under his fingers. Deftly he pushed it to the side until it slipped down her arm. With that, the right side of her bodice fell, uncovering not only her nipple, but also the entire breast. If Allison knew it, she gave no indication as the kiss went on for a long time.
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