Your mom has had a bad run of it for the past few years, so you’re honestly glad to hear she finally has a date. She bought a new outfit, which, in your opinion, looks great on her…meaning it looks slutty as hell. She’s never been very good at dressing up, always going too tight, too low cut, etc. But you figure she needs to make her intent known: she hasn’t had a good fuck since way before the divorce, so you hope he gives her at least a quick fuck behind the steakhouse before she cums home… …but, when you get back from practice, you find her on the couch. Crying. Eating cake and having a chocolate milk that tastes suspiciously like something more. Turns out the guy was a total dick! Got a few in him and told her she looked like a whore, threw money at her very on display tits, and left! You can’t believe it. You also can’t believe what a great job she did picking out clothes that show off her best assets. She’s got this gorgeous, full tits that you’ve been wanking over for years. You try your best not to stare, to comfort her, but its impossible. Plus, she’s so loose from her date and the “chocolate milk,” she’s being touchy and sitting so close…and you can’t help but ask to see this “invisible bra” she got, that’s pushing her tits tight against each other and making you want to sell your first born just to get your cock between them…playfully, she pulls her velvet dress down to show you the contraption, laughing, playing it off like normal banter. You tell her she should take it off, and she does, thinking you just want her to get comfortable, forget the night. You know what you’re doing. You know what she wants, even if she doesn’t, yet. You tell her to show you her breasts now, without the bra. She’s just far into the evening enough to do it, too, pulling down her dress again to show you, shivering, her breasts. You rub your cock through your pants, telegraphing your desire to her across the loveseat, making sure there is no mistaking what you want. She may keep saying variations on “no, this is wrong,” but that doesn’t stop her from touching herself, too. Or from pulling her panties aside, hiking her dress, watching you as you pull your cock out, stroke it. It doesn’t stop her from reaching towards you, rubbing your precum all over your cockhead, stroking you towards her wet, yawning pussy… “Just the head,” she insists, but you know that’s just a protest for show. Give her a few minutes of feeling that young, thick cockhead inside her neglected, gorgeous shaved pussy, and she’ll be begging for you balls deep. Even if you are her son.
