Mom's Backstage Pass

I hadn't been back to see Mom for almost a year since I moved to Texas after graduating college and accepting job in Houston. In our last email exchange, Mom said she was in a local theater group and they were putting on a play. I was happy to hear that she had something to keep her interest now that she was all by herself after I left. So I thought it would be a nice thing to fly back on Friday afternoon to see Mom in her play at the local school auditorium that evening.

I was happy that Mom had something to keep her occupied since I moved out and after all those years after Dad split for a younger woman. Mom had seemed so unhappy for so many years and when this job opportunity came that made me move out of state, I was worried about her. But in her latest emails about the theater group she seemed happy again and had found friends. So when I landed at the airport and met her beyond the security lines, she looked to be in a very happy mood, indeed.

"Tommy!" she yelled when she saw me coming through the terminal exit. We embraced and she rubbed my back and kissed me on the cheek.

"Hiya, Mom." I said happily as we broke the embrace and began walking to the parking lot.

I never understood why Dad decided to leave her for another woman and when I saw Mom at the airport she looked beautiful. If she wasn't my Mom, I'd be attracted to her, even though she had turned 51 last November. She was a good-looking woman with a mature but pretty face, auburn air in a short but full cut, bright green eyes, and still had a good figure in her sweater and dress slacks. We exchanged small talk as we drove home and as we walked into the house she said, apologetically, that she had to prepare for the first show of the theater group's premier performance of this new production that I had come home to see.

"Sure, Mom." I said. "I hope you are the star of the show."

"Well, I'm not the star...but it is a featured role." she said proudly.

"Great." I said. "I'll be there at 8 o'clock curtains up."

Mom left at 6:00 PM in her own car and at 7:30 I took the little Ford coupe that was kept in the garage and drove to the school for admittance to the show where my Mom would make her first foray onto the public stage. I took a seat in the middle of the auditorium where I had last sat as a high school student five years ago. The lights dimmed and the show began. The comedy had an extended cast of mostly 60-ish actors and actresses of varying degrees of talent. It wasn't until the second act during a cocktail lounge scene that Mom appeared onstage. But what an entrance she made!

She was playing "Margie", a saucy bar floozy according to the program and when she sauntered across the stage a wave of whispers went up from the audience surrounding me. And no wonder...Mom was dressed in a skintight black dress, wearing fishnet hose, black stiletto heels, and she was wearing a bright silver-blonde wig in a Marilyn Monroe style. To say it was eye-opening was an understatement. Mom's character began vamping around the lounge set, flirting with the male customers, being catty to the females on stage, and finally climbing atop a high barstool where she crossed her legs with a theatrical flair and showed off a long stretch of calf and thigh. I could hear the whispers of reaction and isolated handclaps from some of the men in the audience. I was mesmerized, hardly believing what I was seeing and surprised by my own rapid heartbeat at the sight of Mom's sexy display.

I could hardly concentrate on whatever the scene was supposed to be about and finally Mom's character paired off with one of the male actors and she jauntily walked offstage arm in arm for the implied act of sex commerce. She received a generous round of applause as she exited. Mom did not appear again until the curtain call where she received another loud audience reaction as she took her bows in her sexy attire. Just before the curtain came down, she found my face in the crowd and gestured me to come backstage.

I made my way through the exiting throng and took the stage manager's door to find Mom laughing heartily with the rest of the cast backstage. "Tommy!, did you like it?" she squealed with delight and hugged me again.

"Mom, you were great!" I said as I held her. "The show was terrific." I half-fibbed. When we parted the hug, I was staring right into her heavily made-up eyes beneath the sweeping swirl of the platinum blonde hair. She pecked me very lightly on the lips with her scarlet-glossed lips.

"Thank you, sweetheart." she said. "You're a darling." It was as though she had adopted the lighthearted note of appreciation a real star would bestow on a fan. I smiled and stifled a small laugh. And then the other cast members inserted themselves into our circle and I was introduced to a bunch of people whose names I forgot as soon as I heard them. I watched Mom move among her castmates as they celebrated their performances. From a short distance I was able to watch Mom in the short, tight dress, the fishnets, and the rakish high heels. "Jeezus." I breathed to myself. And then I caught a silent thought in my own head. "What a piece of ass."

We mingled in the post-show party, having some wine and chatting with other castmates, friends and family. Finally, the party began to break up and Mom gave me the high sign that we would be leaving. I was talking to someone when Mom came to my side in a lightweight cover up coat, still in fishnets and heels but the blonde wig was gone in favor of her own auburn hair. We said goodbyes and walked to our cars. "Mind if you drive me home, Tommy? We'll get my car tomorrow morning." Mom said. I held the passenger door of the little Ford open for her and was rewarded by another sight of Mom's glorious, fishnet-clad legs when she scooched down in the low seat.

"I didn't feel like changing...too much nervous energy, I guess." she said with a laugh in the car.

I surprised myself by saying, "You should have kept the wig on too." And we both laughed.

When we got back home, we entered the kitchen through the garage door and Mom said, "Let's have another glass of wine and talk. I'm sorry I was so busy on your first night back home."

Mom draped the light coat over one of the kitchen chairs and put her changing bag on the end of the countertop. She walked to the refrigerator and peered inside. She was bent slightly at the waist as she looked for the wine bottle. The black dress hugged her hips and derriere and her shapely legs in the fishnet tights was tantalizing, as was the polished gleam of her black leather high heels on our smooth white kitchen tiles.

I found two wine glasses in a cupboard to interrupt me from staring at Mom's body. She poured two full glasses of white wine into our glasses. We clinked a toast. "Here's to showbiz." she giggled. "And here's to the real star of the show." I answered.

We were able to catch up on all the usual chitchat about my job, my life in Texas, her life here at home, the theater group, of course, and other small talk. We went through the bottle of wine and opened another. It was still strange to see Mom like this. And I could feel the wine's effect on my head and felt an excitement run through my core, beginning to accept the idea that I was being turned on by my own mother's sexy appearance.

During a lull in our chatter, while she sipped her wine, I said, "You really look terrific tonight, Mom."

She looked at me over the wine glass. There was a fleeting recognition behind her eyes of what I meant. "Really, Tommy?" she asked quietly.

"Most definitely." I answered.

"I was more than a little nervous about you seeing me in this part." she said.

"No, you were great...and the men loved you, believe me." I said, taking another sip from my glass.

"How did you feel about it?" she asked.

"I was happy for you." I said.

"Did you feel the same way?" she asked, looking me right in the eye.

I felt bold, invincible, unafraid to look into her eyes and say, "Yes, I did."

Mom took a step and a half toward me, clicking her stiletto heels on the tiles as she approached. She brought her face close to mine and gave me a warm kiss on the cheek. "You're a good son, Tommy." I could tell she was riding a psychic high from the excitement of the theater and probably knowing in her own mind how sexy she looked tonight.

I put my empty arm around her waist. We were face to face, inches apart. Her scarlet lips closed then parted slightly and I kissed her. Simultaneously, we both put our wine glasses on the countertop with twin clinks and pressed into each other, turning the exploratory kiss into something deeper. When our mouths opened to accept each other's tongues, we held each other tight and I let my right hand cup the soft roundness of her ass through the tight dress material. Mom made a soft whimpering noise as we escalated the kiss to something between romance and lust.

Mom pulled back a little and broke the kiss. She turned her head down and away from me. "Don't, Tommy." she said softly.

And now I felt like a character in a million movies when I lightly touched the tip of her chin, bringing her face back to mine and kissed her again. I could feel whatever resistance she harbored fly out of her mind and body when we began our second hot kissing embrace, this time with our hands on each other's bodies and our mouths on fire, letting it scorch us on a no-return journey to a different form of love.

But Mom broke the kiss again and looked away. "It's not right, it's not right." she said in a small voice. But I could sense this was just the lingering hold of conventionality over her thoughts.

I took her body strong in my arms. I didn't kiss her again. That was too easy. I got her to look me straight in the eye again as I held her firmly. Our eyes were locked. I felt Mom's arms move on my back as I stared at her. I felt her relax in my arms. I saw two small tears well in the corner of her eyes. She fell toward me so I was supporting her. I kissed her neck softly. She gripped me a little stronger. "Tommy." she whispered as she went weak in my arms. "We shouldn't." she said into my shoulder as I held her.

I continued to kiss her neck, letting my tongue run on the soft skin below her ear. I could feel her responding again as I kissed her neck. When I once again put my hands over her ass and gently rubbed the soft globes under the dress, she responded a little more. She reached up to kiss my neck in the same way, licking me and audibly cooing as we toyed with each other.

"Let's go upstairs." she suddenly said in a resilient voice. She broke away from my hands and grabbed her changing bag. I held myself silent as I took her hand and walked us to the stairs, my heart pounding in my ears as I processed what was unfolding and what it meant. At the top of the landing, she coughed a small laugh and said, "Let me freshen up, baby."

I went to her bedroom and got undressed and slipped into Mom's bed with just the bedsheet covering me. My mind was racing and taking the last measure of what we were about to embark upon. I tried not to let the images of Mom from my childhood or adolescence cloud my desire. I concentrated on Mom the way I knew her tonight and only tonight. I fought the urge to touch my manhood, afraid of losing everything before she returned. It seemed an eternity: the sound of running water in the bathroom, the indefinte sound traces of her preparations, the silent dread she might decide not to go through with our encounter. Then suddenly, she was in the bedroom doorway.

Mom struck a pose against the doorframe to her bedroom. She had the platinum Monroe wig back on, the soft swirl of bangs across her left eyebrow. Her lips were once again a bright scarlet, having re-applied the gloss after our kissing session. Gone was the tight black dress. She wore now only a black satin bustier, a tiny black sheer panty beneath her fishnet pantyhose, and the black stiletto heels I had admired all night. "So what'd'ya think, big boy?" she asked in her stage voice.

"Totally gorgeous, doll." I said in my own stage voice.

Mom sauntered across the room and made a show of vamping and posing for me. The sight of her in the pinup-sexy outfit was almost too much to bear without handling my swollen cock. Mom did some more posing and flipping the platinum bangs off her face, and let me have a good view of all her sexiness. I could tell she was enjoying it also. She slowly slinked to the bedside where she bent over and let me get a nice long look at her cleavage in the bustier. Then she turned around and bent over to touch her toes so I could see her ass in fishnet in full flower. She put her foot up on the bed and posed herself so I could appreciate the tight stiletto pump.

"Is this what you want, baby boy?", she asked in a voice somewhere between her stage voice and her own Mom's voice.

"I wanted you the moment I saw you." I answered in a voice somewhere between my put-on voice and my own.

Mom climbed on the bed knees first and began slinking toward me. She looked at me with a mischievous smile. "Yeah, let's do this." she said in her straight-on Mom's voice.

"That's my girl." I said in my own voice as I grabbed her forward-leaning arms and pulled her onto me.

The sexy dress Mom had worn during the play was not low-cut so I had hardly noticed Mom's bustline before. But now, in the bustier, her breasts were cupped into two nice mounds of creamy flesh. I cupped them and let my hands take in the sensation of their mass and softness. She slinked forward a little more so that her pushed-together breasts were right in front of my face. I pushed my face into her softness and breathed in the soft perfume scent from her cleavage. I stretched my arms down her sides so I could hold her hips while I let her bosom cover my face. The feel of her fishnet tights stretched across her hips and derriere was sending lightning bolts through my head and body. I let one of my hands slide down the center of her ass to touch her pussy, covered in a layer of fishnet and sheer panty. When I rubbed that spot, Mom sighed and whispered, "Ohhhhhhhhh, that's nice."

I rolled her on her side and kissed her mouth but never removed my hand from her pussy. Mom's kisses were now even more fervent and I could feel her really pressing her body and her face into me as we soul-kissed while I handled her pussy through the fishnet material. She broke the kiss and shook the platinum bangs away from her eyes, looked deep into my eyes, and kissed me even harder than before. And now I could feel her rotating her hips so that her pussy was moving in my hand as much as my hand was moving on her pussy. Mom shivered and went still for a moment. "Mmmmm, don't stop, honey." she moaned.

I pulled down the bustier to expose Mom's lovely breasts and buried my face in them again. Mom had perfectly round light brown areolae and stiff nipples that invited me to lick and suck while she offered them to me, all while I continued to handle her pussy. It was all I could do to keep my cock separated from her beneath the bedsheet so friction wouldn't force me into an untimely orgasm. My senses were goading me to come while my head fought to maintain control.

Mom sat up unexpectedly, wrapped her arms behind her torso and unclasped the hooks holding the bustier around her body. She tossed the useless bustier to the floor. Now she was topless and exposed to me. Her breasts were even bigger exposed in full than they appeared in the push-up bustier top. Their heft had dropped a few inches but the mass of naked bosom was even larger and more exciting now that they were free. Where had I been when she had grown this busty?, I wondered. I always knew Mom was attractive but I had never noticed her as a lover would before tonight. All those years living at home, and visiting from college, trying to bed girls and women my own age whom I thought had nice racks...and this was right in front of me all the time. Mom was frantically grabbing at the bedsheet that covered me to toss it aside and expose me. I playfully held the sheet to thwart her attempt to uncover me. We laughed as we tussled with the sheet. Mom's boobs swung freely and her soft tummy made a graceful arc over the top of the waistband of her fishnet tights as we wrestled around. She threw up her arms and laughed heartily as she yelled at me, "Tommy, come on! Don't fight me, sweetheart."

I acquiesced and let the sheet pull away from me when she tugged it one more time in a squeal of triumph. After the sheet fluttered to the floor, she looked down at me. "Oh, sweetie, is that for me?" she said in a dead serious voice, looking at my engorged cock pointed towards my navel. She dipped down and kissed me again on the lips and now I could feel my cock make contact with her warm torso as we kissed. I once again had to concentrate so that I didn't explode in a wasteful mess while she lowered her body onto my naked flesh. When she got her hand between our bodies and encircled my cock, I was sure it was all over for me but she just gripped me without stroking me and it seemed to calm my nerves past the critical point.

She rolled off to my side and moved down the length of me so that her face was only several inches from my cock. I watched her as she pointed it slightly toward her and gracefully took me in her mouth. I groaned from the physical pleasure of her warm mouth and the visual turn-on of watching her carefully suck my cock. I am a young man who has so far had only a few sexual partners in mostly fast, alcohol-fueled pairings, without romance during the heat of passion, and no genuine psychic connection with the women. So this was different (on so many levels), being with my mother where we were both way out on a limb together. And it was hotter and more exciting than anything I had ever imagined with any woman now that we were in the naked, blowjob portion of the evening.

Somehow, I was able to keep myself together and not blast my load prematurely as Mom sucked my cock. My subconscious seemed to be telling me that much more was yet to come before this night was over and my body relaxed to enjoy the ride, even when Mom went deep on me and came up to catch her breath with a sighing groan before going back down on me. When she brought her lips up my length and released my cock, she looked up at me between the wild strands of the platinum Monroe wig. Her eyes held a question behind them. I nodded imperceptibly and gave my own silent answer.

I rolled on top of her and contemplated how to proceed. I was torn emotionally by Mom's fishnets because I loved the feel of the texture on her thighs and pussy yet I knew that they presented a barrier to the ultimate prize of her. I raised one of her legs and slipped off the stiletto pump, repeating the exercise with her other leg, this time kissing the top of her fishnet-covered ankle. Then I began to pull the fishnets carefully off her waist and thighs but she reached down and quickly rolled them off her legs, pushing them to the floor with one bare foot. Now she reclined, head on pillow, wearing only the sheer black panty.

My eyes were drawn to the triangle of the tiny sheer panties. Under the gossamer black material I saw her wispy pubic hair. A few inches lower, I could see the soft lips of her vagina pressed against the sheer panty. The sheer material was darker and damp in the crevice of her crotch. I lowered my face to the panty and laid my cheek atop her pubic area. I laid a hand on one of her thighs, slowly bringing it back to the same place where I had been rubbing her crotch since we fell onto the bed together. Mom breathed heavily and moaned when I made contact with her pussy again. She parted her thighs ever so slightly and I put my face right on top of the panty where it covered her labia. I took a deep breath and could smell Mom's sex. The musky scent went right to my head and I felt my cock throb as it dangled somewhere between our bodies.