Going to Prom with Mom

Everyone busted out laughing, and Mom went on, "Too bad you didn't think of that Peter, might have improved your chances of getting laid tonight!"

More laughter followed, and Mom punched Peter in the shoulder jokingly, he wasn't laughing. Something magical seemed to happen, and the group once centered around Peter, was now centered around us.

"What's everyone doing now?" Mom asked after she thanked one of the girls for complimenting her dress.

"We were just talking about going to Shenanigans on 4th" Peter piped in over Mom's shoulder, "Did you want to meet us there Sophia?"

"Oh we would love to go, but Ryan and I have a special night planned" She looked up at me and winked, the other girls began to titter, and I felt myself blush.

"Well then.." Peter said as he ushered the group away from them, "We'll let you two lovebirds be." He seemed relieved as he took back control of his followers.

Mom pulled me in close as the group walked off, "He's cute, don't you agree? Well, when he's not being a turd anyways."

She pulled me towards the limo, and once again I felt the wind start to leave my sails. After climbing into the limo, Mom pulled out more tiny bottles of booze. I greedily drank mine looking to numb my disappointment over our date ending.

"Where are we headed?" I asked, fighting to smile like nothing was wrong. I knew why we hadn't gone to the restaurant. Mom would have had to take her mask off.

"It's a surprise... don't look so glum honey, the night's still young!" She smiled brilliantly and I felt my sadness abate some.

It took us a while, but neither of us noticed. The limo wove its way downtown, and I was enthralled with Mom's charisma. She and I chatted about the dance and the other kids, and for some reason she kept asking me about Peter. It surprised both of us when the Limo pulled up to the curb.

"That went quick! Come on!" She was alive with enthusiasm and her energy was intoxicating. I followed without thinking, and didn't even realize where we were until the limo drove off.

We stood on the sidewalk and I stared up at the gold gilded sign of the Waldorf Astoria. She took my hand, and I stumbled behind her still staring up at the massive luxury hotel.

"Mo-" I was cut off before I could finish.

"This way Ryan, come on..." she picked up the hem of her dress a little as she climbed the two steps and pulled me in next to her in the revolving doorway.

"What are we doing here?" I practically hissed, "I don't think we can just wander in here!"

My protests fell on deaf ears as she pulled me through the lobby. Everything was white and gold, an absolute sensory overload. I stared at the intricate tile floor as we swept across it. Realizing only after we crossed, that the tiles were laid in such a manner that they recreated some famous painters mural. Cherubs and angels adorned the art piece. Dumbly, I stared behind me at the floor as we waited for the elevator.

Inside the elevator, by ourselves I took the opportunity to get my head straight. "Mom... is there some sort of party here?"

"I'm Sophia tonight... remember?" She looked me up and down, and her lips parted slightly with heavy breath. "There's so much more to prom night than just the prom." Her head swiveled as the elevator door opened.

I hadn't even noticed the passing of twenty floors. Stepping out of the elevator, this time not taking my hand, she let the waist high slit part around her bare leg. Her hip bone was bare and the gentle crease where leg became abdomen dominated my vision. My brain seemed to turn to mush and I stumbled out of the elevator. I followed her as she turned to walk down the lushly carpeted hallway, and for the life of me, I couldn't organize my thoughts.

She flowed down the hallway as if on a stage. Turning to look back she smiled, and I found myself grinning. With her arms out she spun as if the wind lifted her gracefully, and turned into a doorway disappearing.

I followed, and barely saw her tuck away a keycard and push through the door. Catching the door before it could close, I stepped through it, and into the room. The sound of the door swinging shut and clicking closed behind me, had a feeling of finality. At that very moment, I felt like Alice falling through the looking glass.

It was the most lavishly decorated room I'd ever seen. Victorian style furniture and lampshades, in golds and deep reds, filled the room. Pearlesque carpets with decorative designs woven into them, accented room transitions, and centerpieces. I was shocked and speechless at the extraordinarily rich scene laid out before me.

Mom danced around the room like a schoolgirl, giggling in delight, She came back over and looked up at me grinning. I went to remove my mask, but she stopped me with a hand on my arm. I wasn't sure why, but I left the mask on. There was a moment where I wondered what we were doing in a hotel room. She had obviously paid for and checked into beforehand, but for some reason I was having difficulty thinking about anything other than my mom.

Moving to the minibar, she opened a couple miniature bottles. "Drink with me..." she undid the bun her hair was in, and shook it out. My heart did jumping jacks in my chest, I almost couldn't catch my breath.

I'm not very sophisticated when it comes to booze, I do not drink, and still felt buzzed from the others. I shook my head, and she pouted a little, sticking her lower lip out in a cute display. She knocked back one of the bottles and shook her head at the strength of it. In one last-ditch effort, she held out one of the tiny airplane bottles, and I gave in. Joining her I put the bottle to my lips and upended it.

My Mom stood there looking at me, and the heat from the liquor made me reach for my mask again. She stepped in close to me, like she had been so many times earlier, and reaching up stopped me from pulling off my mask.

"Why?" I was curious now, why should I leave the uncomfortable thing on.

"Because... Tonight... I'm Sophia, and you're my date to the prom..." she pulled my face down to kiss her, and I melted into her.

This time, there was no audience to perform for, no passion that could be passed off as showmanship or acting. There was just raw passion and lust. We smashed our mouths together desperately, pawing at one another's faces. It was desperate and emotional.

Breaking off, I got the words out. "Mom..."

She cut me off by biting my lip. "Call me Sophia" she whispered, her voice was thick, and she was panting. Our lips met again, and her hands moved down to my belt.

Alarm shot through my whole body and I straightened out, grabbing my mother's hands and stopping her.

"What's-" she cut me off.

"It's a special night..." she held back, as if for permission.

I looked down at her disheveled hair, and masked face. Her lips were puckered slightly and open as she breathed heavily. The delicate curves of her body called to me seductively, and at that moment there was nothing that I wanted more.

I was past any point of rational thought. I wasn't sure if it was my Mom's abandonment of her own name or the alcohol, but I was past the point of stopping. I released her hands on my belt and the slacks seemed to flow to the ground. With them went my boxers, and I found myself standing naked in front of my Mom. Anxiety ran through my veins like Ice, I couldn't believe what was happening.

Her tiny hands wrapped around my flagpole, and it seemed like the right place for them to be. She had been responsible for my erections for years. Her eyes met mine as she dropped to her knees, and when her lips parted around me, I gasped out loud.

She pulled the head of my cock out of the warmth of her mouth, a thin string of pre-cum kept us connected. It broke when she spoke. "Is this... your first time with a girl?"

With a girl, she asked. Did she know? How could she know, why did she ask it like that? I decided to play it off. "Yes."

She smiled and took the tip of me back into her mouth. I may have mentioned it before, but I can not mention it enough, my Mom is tiny. The tip of my dick inside her mouth was as impressive as her sticking her entire fist in her mouth. I wanted to cum right then and there.

The whole night had built up a raging torrent in my balls. They ached for release, but I denied them the satisfaction. I stared down at my Mom, and her eyes were crystal blue pools of lust. She slid down, taking more of me into her mouth. I groaned and wanted more than anything to grab her by the head and fucking push it the rest of the way down her throat. She must have understood the desire because I felt her try and swallow me whole. She gagged, and I watched her eyes water.

She withdrew the length of me from her mouth, and then she went back down. This time when the tip of my sword pushed at her throat, it stabbed through. It was fucking tight. So fucking tight, that it actually hurt. In surprise, my eyes met hers, and I could see the tears in her eyes as she held her breath. She snorted and then unsheathed me. The thought that my Mom had just deepthroated me was nearly enough to make me collapse.

She smiled and wiped her face and eyes. Standing up, she reached behind and undid the lacy bow that kept her dress on. Her cheeks grew red as she arched her shoulders and let it fall away.

I stood transfixed; she wore nothing beneath the dress, and the porcelain perfection of her skin glowed in the lamplight. Her breasts were fuller than I had imagined, still barely a handful. They artfully sloped from her chest, and her bright pink nipples stood at attention. She smiled as she continued to blush and crossed her legs slightly to hide the baldness between her legs.

One, unknown fact about my mother, something that she has shared with me, is that she had never grown pubic hair. Her body seemed locked in this prepubescent state. She didn't even own a razor.

She came to me, graceful as always, the tinge of both alcohol and shyness I hadn't expected staining her cheeks. Her small fingers reached up and began to unbutton my shirt. Moments passed while I counted my own heartbeats, and then I too was naked.

She stepped into me, wrapping me in her arms. The heat of her body pressed against my own was exhilarating. For the first time, hugging my Mom I felt her hot nipples press into my skin. I marveled at the texture of them. I wanted to touch her all over and explore her body. She seemed to understand this, and grabbed me by my dick, she walked backward until she ran into the bed.

I watched as she rolled backward onto the bed. I stood, gangly and awkward as any teenager would, and stared. She spread her legs invitingly. I could see the cleft where her legs met, and where it parted for her inner pink lips. I wanted to cry. I had lusted after this moment my entire teenage life.

Crawling onto the bed, I lay down between her legs. The scent of her was intoxicating, and I lay my cheek against her thigh. Inches away from my nose and tongue lay the forbidden fruit of my Mom's womanhood. This was wrong, so wrong. The wrongness of it made it even more exciting.

I buried my face. The slick dampness between her legs made me believe she was just as excited as I. Her flavor was incredible, unlike anything I ever imagined. The smooth skin of her calves wrapped around my shoulders and neck as she began to respond to my tongue.

When her fingers intertwined in my hair, she began to moan. Energy came over me, unlike any prior experience. I pushed my tongue deep inside of her and licked up and down the creases of her beautiful flower. She began to get louder, and more vocal.

At one point I bit her, and she became so loud, I was afraid I had hurt her. I pulled back, just as she came. Her pink flower opened before my eyes and squirted me right in the face. Stunned, I sat there blinking and listened to her moans and exclamations. She squirted me again, and when I went to pull away, she held me fast.

She giggled in a delighted way, "you know... not only men ejaculate" her tone was teasing, and lustful.

Wiping my face I smiled. There before me, nude and sprawled out, was my mom. I had dreamed of this day, fantasized about it over and over. Running my hands over her hips I watched as she arched her back. When I cupped my hand between her legs, Mom cried out in delight. I got on my knees and hovered over her. My hands roamed across the smooth skin of her stomach and breasts pinching and tickling her. Suddenly I found myself giggling with glee.

"What's so funny?" She asked, eyeing me seductively.

I decided to tell her, "I've always fantasized about this..."

"About your girlfriend Sophia?" She looked at me coyly. "And not some boy?"

I froze, and my heart leaped into my throat. She knew, how could she? "I..."

"It's ok baby, I've known for a while. So, you have fantasies about me?" She asked, generously changing the subject.

I was thankful. "Yes..."

She pulled me onto her, and my dick pressed against her abdomen. With an intervening hand, she had me pressed against her opening. "That's pretty hot..." she said as she bit me on the neck.

"Mom..." I protested, "it's weird when you say things like that."

"Like when I say... fuck me?" She whispered into my ear.

She pushed her hips up, and the tip of me slid in. I threw my head back and groaned. Every muscle in my body tensed, and the heat of her was nearly intolerable wrapped around the head of me.

"Say it..." she cooed into my ear. "Tell me what you're doing right now. I want to hear it."

"I'm fucking my Mom." I gasped as she pulled me further into her. Her nails dug into my hips, but I could only focus on the heat of her encasing me.

She moaned into my ear, "Fuck me Ryan... please..."

I couldn't resist anymore, and I slid inside of her fully. It was unlike any sensation I had ever felt before. Hot, and moist, her lubrication was such that I swore I could feel it running down my balls.

I began to pump in and out of her, and in my passion, I wanted to see who was beneath me. To hell with it, I thought. Pulling the mask from her face, I finally could see the angelic beauty of my Mom. The sensual looks, like the biting of her lip and eye contact while I was sunk deep within her womanhood brought me to a frenzy.

I realized then, why it was so weird to hear her say such naughty things. Though I had sexualized her and fantasized about her, I never thought of her as having her own sexual needs.

The seizing of my testicles, a tightness beyond my control, took hold of me. I stared deep into her eyes as I slammed in for one final thrust. Her mouth opened in a naughty grin, and she said something at the moment of my climax that sent me to the moon.

"Cum in me honey, cum inside of your Mom."

I did, I felt my whole body contract, and for the life of me, I felt like my entire being condensed into a tiny pinprick of light. Which then led to all of me exploding out of my own prick. It was like the big bang when the universe exploded. Except the entire universe blew out of my dick, and into my mother.

Something that I had never experienced in my life before, was the sensitivity post-orgasm. I became so sensitive that I cried out when I fell out. Mom, of course, giggled.

I lay there, entangled with her, our sweaty bodies pressed together, and she stroked my hair. An action that for years had seemed perfectly normal, but now was something far more.

"I can feel your load leaking out of me." She said it as if it was something perfectly normal to tell your son.

Reluctantly I rolled off of my mom, and propping myself up on an elbow, looked at her. She was beautiful, her nude curves were so angelic and picture-perfect that I knew unequivocally that she had ruined other women for me. I found the thought funny, and a chuckle escaped me.

"Penny for your thoughts?" A line she had used often over the years.

"I was just thinking about how beautiful you are, that's all."

"Sweet and handsome, you're a keeper!" She smiled and her whole face lit up.

She rolled me onto my back, and kneeling over me, ran her hands down my stomach. Immediately I felt myself respond. As if on cue, her hands reached my burgeoning erection, and she began to play with it.

She looked me in the eye, "I'm a lucky girl, to have you for my prom date."

I had fully recovered and responded with alacrity. My mom climbed astride me, and my eyes struggled to take in the sight. Her slender nudity seemed to force the breath out of me, and I found myself breathing heavily. When she sank onto my cock right before my eyes, I stopped breathing entirely.

"Breathe, honey..." she murmured as she lay down on top of me and nuzzled her face in by my cheek.

Her breath was hot against my neck and it tickled my ear. Wrapping my arms around her, I squeezed her against me, almost feeling desperate to have her closer.

"You're so tiny without any clothes on..." the words had slipped from my tongue before I had even registered the thought.

She giggled, and I could feel her fall into me and relax completely. I'm not sure that my dick had ever been so hard before, it absolutely ached and throbbed inside of her. Never had I welcomed anything more, than when she began to fuck me. Her motions grew with intensity as she clung to me, each thrust into her was met by her grinding into me. I could feel her wetness between our skin as she began to orgasm.

I watched as my mom sat up right on me and threw her whole body back into an arch. She fucking rode me, her fingers clawing at my chest. Her voice was hoarse as she cried out. "Fuuuu-uuuu-ck!" Then she collapsed on top of me, and I realized we were both covered in sweat.

For some time, I held her in my arms, she quaked and shook with me still deep inside of her, I could tell that this was different than before. There was an intensity to her orgasm that made me just want to comfort and hold her.

"What happens now?" I asked, as she lay on me wrapped in my arms.

"We go back to Mom and son, Sophia goes away..." she took a finger and drew the hair back that had fallen in her face.

I kissed her on the head, and took a deep breath of her scent. That's how we fell asleep, entangled and wrapped in one another's arms.

When I woke up the next morning, Mom was gone. I rolled out of the massive bed, and nearly stumbled. The alcohol left me feeling foggy and disoriented. Clarity instantly settled over me, when I found my overnight bag, a note and a bottle of water waiting for me.

The note said: I put some money in your bag for a taxi, I will see you tonight. Love mom xoxo

I sighed, and immediately started scheming on how to get Sophia out on a date again.