You Better You Betbydinkleberry©
And pretend was all I did because even when my eyes fell on the screen I wasn't comprehending anything that was happening up there. After turning to face forward I slouched down in my seat and Mom also turned to more face forward also. With us both looking at the screen, her left hand reached over and she started running her hand over and around my crotch. She gently gave me a squeeze and my eyes almost popped out my head at the fact that my Mom was sizing me up.
Without looking she deftly unbuttoned the five buttons to my black button-fly Levi's. She then simply, boldly freed my cock from my briefs; and Pow! my cock was out in the open of a movie theater being held by my mother. I did notice that she now did turn to look at what she was holding. Making eye contact she smiled mischievously at me. I watched as she brought her hand to her mouth and in the most erotic, the most licentious way she licked her palm. If I wasn't hard already seeing that would've done it, instead it just made my cock throb.
"Lean back and enjoy," she purred and turning to look at the screen she took me back in her moist hand. I had gotten hand jobs before but no one's hand ever felt more right on my cock. She held my cock with the perfect amount of tension and my cock seemed to fit her hand as if designed to be. My mind swirled as she gently, slowly, fully ran her hand up an' down my cock. Unlike some women who hold you too tight so that the only real movement is your skin upon the stiffness below, my Mom's hand actually glided up an' down my joint.
"Oh Jesus," escaped from me as my eyes were becoming blurry from the pleasure she was giving me. Looking down I could see the milk white skin of her hand holding the darker pinkness of my cock and still had trouble believing my mother was jerking me off. Perhaps it was this disbelief that preventing me from exploding almost immediately.
"Oh god Joan," I whispered and even with both of us looking forward I saw her look of 'What the fuck?' The next time I had to mumble something I groaned, "Jesus Christ, Mom."
"Oh god Mom," I moaned and she continued to stroke my cock. Beyond the fact that it was my mother doing it, it felt almost as good as when I do it myself! Time continued to pass. After ten minutes, maybe fifteen she started increasing her pace and my breathing quickened to her motions. The faster she stroked me, the shorter my breaths became and she'd go faster and my breaths would shorten even more as if we were in a race – and the Finish line was fast approaching. Under my breath I hissed, "Oh god Mom, I'm gonna cum."
"I wanna see," she hissed back and I figured Fuck It! and stopped holding back. When my first shot was ready I let it fly without reservation. With her holding me at about a 75 degree angle, we both watched as my first shot was a fat, thick glob that flew high easily clearing the row of seats in front of us. My second shot ripped out of my cock and followed the first arcing over the seats to disappear. My third quickly followed flying at a slightly lower trajectory. There was a pause then missile number four launched and we watched it shoot higher than the others before arcing down to probably land on the edge of the flipped up seats. Numbers five, six and seven fired quickly to slap against the back of the row in front of us. Even in the dark I could clearly see my spunk as it oozed down the back of those seats and then my final lava flow poured out of my cock to coat Mom's hand.
"Wow," she simply stated. Finished, I was panting for breath. She laughed as she flicked her hand hard sending my spunk flying to spackle the rest of the empty seats. With her right hand she reached into her purse pulling out one of the travel packets of Kleenex. Grabbing a bunch I cleaned myself as she wiped her hand. Finished we dropped them on the floor to join the rest of the hidden mess down there. Giving me a kiss she said, "I'm gonna go clean-up."
I enjoyed watching her backside as she left and after she was gone I myself went to the men's room to wash up too. Being a guy I, of course, beat her back. When she returned she give me a kiss and I hooked my arm over her shoulders. She snuggled up against me and we watched the rest of the movie as two sated lovers.
After Sly saved the world by killing all the bad guys, Cobra and Ingrid climb on a cop bike to ride off into the sunset to live happily ever after. As the lights rose to a dim glow we got up and holding hands walked out of the theater and into the still grimy lobby. There the pimply faced butt-scratcher was scowling at us as he hung out by the door to the ticket booth. I felt Mom start giggling and worried she was going to say something.
"I hope you washed your hands when you were done, young man," she laughed and I pulled her out before she could say more and we headed out to The Bird.
"Hungry?" I asked after waking The Bird from her sleep. With some time still to kill we went through the local McDonalds' drive-thru. While I got some real food, a Big Mac and large fries, Mom only got a plain cheeseburger and small fries. We, of course, also got a pair of McDonalds' extraordinary hot apple pies. Pulling into the parking lot of the prom hall we parked amongst a slew of limos, obviously rented exotic cars and surprisingly other parents to wait for Jackie and Steven.
Since it was a warm night we had the windows open. While eating our Mickey D's we rocked out to WBAB. We sang along to then popular songs like The Firm's Radioactive (a favorite of mine); the then not ultra-corny Tears for Fears' Everybody Wants To Rule The World; Great White's Shake Me; Whitesnakes' Slide It In; and one of my mother's favorite bands Heart's These Dreams. Although I'd heard my mother sing my whole life it wasn't until when she serenaded me with that song did I grasp what a great voice she has.
As we ate she started laughing and I wondered aloud, "What?"
"For someone who thinks they are so slick, I've been wondering when you'd finally make your move." She giggled and then laughed harder at my look of incredulous.
"I thought you might've done it on that day at the beach where you felt me up." Laughing more she continued, "What? Do you think I didn't realize what was happening?"
I must've looked dumbstuck and she laughed more, "I would've done you after that Joan Jett concert. What do you think of that Slick?"
I was saved by the opening riffs to The Who's 'I Can See for Miles'. I missed the opening verse 'I know you've deceived me, now here's a surprise,'
"I know that you have 'cause there's magic in my eyes," I jumped in as Roger Daltry sang. From there Roger and I sang to her as she laughed and laughed until at the end we both sang at the top of our lungs:
I can see for miles and miles
I can see for miles and miles
I can see for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles
We cared not a whim that others may have been looking at us as the senior prom was over and everyone was leaving. When Jackie and Steven showed up, they had to wait for us to finish singing Behind Blue Eyes especially as Keith Moon and Pete Townsend kicked into gear and Roger, Mom and I sang those great closing verses. Jackie and Steven looked at us like we had lost minds but we cared not.
After dropping Steven off, I made a direct beeline home. Our house was a Levitt built three-bedroom ranch. Down the hallway towards the bedrooms, the first door on the right is my bedroom with the bathroom across the hall. At the end of the hallway on the right is my sister's bedroom while on the left is the master, or Mom's bedroom.
Mom followed Jackie into her bedroom, I guess, to help her out of her prom dress. Closing the door behind themselves, I thought I'd show Mom how slick I can be. I went into her bedroom. On her side of her bed I sat down and stretched out my legs to wait for her.
"Oh good, you're here," she said walking into her bedroom as if expecting me to be waiting for her. Without closing her door, she simply walked over next to me.
"Ready?" she asked, climbing onto her bed. With her hand to my forehead, she pushed me down to lay atop of me. Wrapping my arms around her, she felt like an angel. Her lips on mine felt divine. Her body gliding, writhing, sliding atop mine was heaven.
Her tongue invaded my mouth as my hands slipped down her back to cup her tight lil ass. Squeezing her butt I pulled her tighter to me. She reached up and grabbed fistfuls of my hair. As she grinded on me, my lust was an all-consuming fire. I started pulling her blouse up and she lightly giggled.
"What?" I wondered as she pulled back from me.
"Get up and get undressed," she ordered climbing off me and the bed. By my confused look she explained, "Undressing while making out only works in choreographed romantic movies and Penthouse Forum. In real life it just ends up being a mess."
'Who am I to argue?' I thought as I did as told. Twenty years of following her commands, I wasn't about to disobey this one. I climbed off the bed and started undressing. I, of course, focused my attention on her.
Stepping out of her pink pumps, she peeled off her pink and white with random black zebra strips spandex pants. Although I've seen my Mom in bikinis many times, this was the first time I'd ever seen her in panties and I told myself that I had to make sure tonight wasn't the last time. Her solid black nylon panties molded perfectly to her hips and seemed minimalist in their simple beauty. They hugged tightly to her hips as they didn't rise much higher than that.
Next I watched her pull her blouse up. Unlike her pants, her black with white dots blouse was a loose fitting top that had billowy short sleeves that floated on the built-in shoulder pads. Her lack of dramatic flair only made it more so. Pulling her blouse over her head, she shook free her long mane of black hair and you'd swear it was happening in a slow motion MTV video, as her hair swung from side to side.
My mother stood there in only bra an' panties and was completely unashamed to be in her unmentionables before her son. My cock throbbed with longing and produced a noticeable bulge to my briefs that I had stripped down to. Although Mom had held my crank openly a couple hours ago I was somewhat embarrassed to strip down further. Mom held no such reservation as she brought her hands up the front of her matching black bra. I could now see why I had been able to so easily free her boobs earlier.
She wore a petite black bra that strongly contrasted with her pale flesh. Her bra was as simple and minimalist as her panties were. Perfectly sized for her physique her boobs don't require a bundle of material and so the shoulder straps were barely half an' inch wide that led down to solid unadorned black cups that provided the absolute least amount of coverage needed to do their job. In a way it was stunning how tiny the cups were. And in the middle was the closure.
With that same captivating lack of flair she unhooked the front of her bra and revealed herself to me. Trembles raced through me. I was so aroused my teeth ached. Her breasts seemed to just simply flow out of her chest, gentle slopes that where it was impossible to truly define with her chest ended and her breast began. Upon the creaminess of her breasts sat centered her small dark more brown than pink nipples. Although erect there was still a dimple of invertedness to their tips.
Looking at me, she saw me admiring her beauty and winked at me with a smirk. I told her, "You are so beautiful."
"Don't be stupid," she laughed. Nodding towards my tightie-whiteies, she continued, "Now get those off."
And so I finally shucked my briefs off and in that nonchalant erotic manner of hers she peeled off her panties. While I had discovered this fact earlier, I now had visual confirmation. My mother had a shaved, trimmed pussy! The only women I had ever seen this with before were those in girlie mags, yet there stood my Mom with only a thin landing strip of short black pubic hair. The edges were sharp and smooth; and I wondered if she had one of the girls at work wax her. The images of a woman waxing my Mom's pussy danced in my mind and I felt as if the world was coming off its axis.
Ignoring my stunned stupidness, she sat on the bed and grabbing my hand pulled me atop of her. (Please allow me to add a quick aside here. Although we don't realize it bed, mattress and box spring technology has vastly improved since 1986.)
Lying atop of her nude form I could feel her hotness, her smoothness and how her body fit perfectly beneath me. Our ridges and hills, our sharp edges and rounded borders seemed to align perfectly as if we were two jigsaw puzzle pieces made to connect together. She wrapped her arms around me hugging me to her and I grabbed the sides of her head. Pressing my lips firmly to hers we kissed with an unbridled lust, with uninhibited passion, with a raging hunger.
As we kissed, a stray thought passed through my skull. Aloud I questioned, "Should I go get a condom?"
"You let me take care of that," she laughed and grabbing the back of my head mashed her lips to mine.
When her lips opened and our tongues meet I began to start humping my naked body against her jabbing her with my aching it was so hard cock. After a few more pokes she lovingly said, "Hold up."
"You ready to fuck me finally?" she asked as she reached between us.
"You ready to fuck me good?" she wondered as she guided me to her pussy.
"You ready to fuck your mother?" she teased as the tip of my cock touched her pussy lips. My answer was to slam my cock into her with gusto. While I'd love to claim to be a masterful swordsman, the truth was that back then I more resembled the guys from The Last American Virgin when they hook up with the sexy, much older than them, blonde Carmella in that infamous scene.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah," Mom grunted as I thrust away atop of her.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh," she panted as I slammed my cock in an' out of her pussy. I had no true style and only one speed, Full-speed Ahead.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh," she grunted as my hips slammed down upon her, as my cock thrust into in her loving pussy. I was so excited to finally be with the woman I had dreamed about since forever that finesse seemed a foreign concept.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh," she growled as I drove down slamming her into her bed. The softness of the mattress meant we'd sink in a few inches before it would attempt to spring back. However, our motions were out of sequence. Mom and I were racing ahead speeding along like a 78RPM record while her bed was wobbling along at 33RPM.
"Oh, oh, fff, oh, oh, fff," she moaned from beneath me. The result of our actions was that now the bed was shaking and rocking as if made of Jell-O. The mattress and boxspring were thumping against the wall out of tune with themselves and us. The metal bedframe supporting us was squeaking away as if complaining about our abuse.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh," Mom called out, as she shifted her head to be beside mine instead of beneath. Still the rest of her loving body was beneath mine, connected to mine. We held tight to each other as we made love; we fought against her bed as it attempted to toss us off it.
"Oh Faaah, oh, oh Faaah," Mom cheered as she grabbed hold of my back; gripping tight her talons bit into flesh. Having only seen but never experienced that I was always wondered how that would feel. I discovered it felt fan-fuckin-tastic. It felt as if my mother was digging her spurs into me encouraging me – which it did!
"Oh god Scott, oh god Scott, that's it, that's it, oh god babe," she hailed as her legs wrapped around my waist. To feel my Mom's long luscious legs wrapped around me holding us tighter was breathtaking. Squeezing me tight, Mom made sure her stallion didn't start flagging along the backstretch. Oh no, that wasn't gonna happen!
"Faaah, faaah, faaah," Mom roared as I kept slamming down upon her, ramming my cock into her with merciless might. The bed was tossing us about but we cared not. In one of the odd moments where you notice the weird, I noted that the bedding beneath us was shifting and working its way off the bed from beneath us.
"Oh god Scott, oh god, oh god, yes, yes, yes" Mom sang and now I could actually watch the sheets drift downwards as our bodies would sank into the bed before for a moment we were floating above it all.
"Oh Faaah, oh, oh Fuck," she shouted and her nails bit deeper into my flesh, her legs held tighter to me. Like a sprinter, I was mostly focused on the race I was running but stray observations would invade my skull. While I had read and heard of the smell of sex I never understood what that meant. Then at that moment I realized with each deep breath I was inhaling the scents of her sweat, my sweat, the sweetness of my Mom's pussy and my own musky odors.
"Oh god, oh god Scott, that's it babe, that's it, that's it," she encouraged as if I had found something right yet I hadn't changed anything at all. I was still thrusting away at a full gallop. I was slamming into her with all my might with every thrust. I was just pistonning away withdrawing from her pussy only to immediately ram my cock back into my Mom's welcoming pussy.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh YES," she yelled into my ear. As if cracking open a smelling salt I was awakened to all the sounds we were creating and never realized how loud sex can be. Our bodies, naked and slick with sweat where slapping together with a loud pop every time we were united. The mattress beneath us was making a series of noises as it absorbed the pounding we were giving it. The box spring was making a high-pitched creaking as if complaining about what was happening over it. There was a grinding sound as the bed rocked atop the bed frame.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god," Mom shouted and there were the sounds we were creating. Mom was loudly, shamelessly calling out as if not caring who may hear her as her son fucked her. I realized I was loudly grunting; a deep heavy grunt that accompanied each of my forwards thrusts matched by a sharp intake of air. I was basically rutting like a wild boar.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh god Scott," she continued to cheer and I was dripping in sweat as if I was outside in the hot, humid mid-June heat instead of the coolness of indoors. Sweat was darn near pouring off of me. Shaking my head I send droplets flying yet it was still getting into my eyes – but I cared not. I was focused on just one thing and that was fucking my Mom.
"Oh, ooh, oooh, ooooh," she panted as I continued at the maniacal pace I was forcing my body to maintain. My lungs burned, my lower back ached, my hamstrings were throbbing yet I couldn't, wouldn't allow myself to slow. I was attempting to run a marathon by sprinting the whole way.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck, fuck," Mom urged and somehow I noticed the digital alarm clock on her nightstand. My vision was blurry, my eyes stung from sweat and I thought the thing said only 15 minutes had passed. Proud that I had lasted longer than ever before, I was also staggered at how people could claim to have sex for hours; or how the guys in porn could go on, and on for a full 45 minute video. (Of course, I didn't realize they varied their pace, changed motions and with magic of video editing even took break in between.)
"Ah, aah, Urgch, Urgch, ahhrch," Mom garbled beneath me and I realized she was now just barely trying to hold on to her crazed berserker. I realized she no longer had her death grip on me. Her nails were no longer digging in my flesh but was instead anchoring her to me. She was now trying to hold on to me as much, if not more than get tossed from the bucking bronco her bed had transformed itself into. My throat burning and refusing to work anymore, it denied oxygen to pass down in my lungs. I tried to keep going but my body collapsed beneath me and I fell winded and exhausted atop my mother's loving body.