The Mix-Up

"Expensive," he replied.

"Not to worry dear, my treat," she chuckled, linking her arm in his as they headed toward the elevator, making sure her boob was pressed against his bicep as they walked.

It wasn't until they separated that he noticed her nylons had a seam running up the back of them. He felt a rush of blood to his groin as his eyes followed the perfectly straight seam as it slipped out of sight under the leather skirt.

Flannagan's was a thirty minute, white-knuckled ride from Anthony's. Forty minutes if someone other than his mother was driving. It always amazed him how his mom would whiz in and out of traffic without seeming to have a care in the world. By the time he climbed out of her Beemer he was just grateful that he hadn't crapped his pants.

Being a Saturday they pretty much had the place to themselves, unlike on weekdays when the place would have been packed even at lunch time. Miranda asked for a table on the veranda. After the waiter had seated them and took off with their drink orders, a beer for Anthony and a glass of wine for Miranda, did the subject of the toy come up.

"I just want to say how sorry I am that you got the wrong gift. It was meant for Richard," Miranda began.

"Not to worry, Mom. Although it was a shock to get something like that from you, I actually got a kick out of it," Anthony replied with a wink.

"Never the less, I do apologize," came Miranda's response.

"Well, I guess I should apologize too. I mean, it wasn't cool to send my own Mother a picture of my dick." The look she returned puzzled him.

Smiling, and leaning forward to pat his hand, Miranda said, "It wouldn't be cool, but we both know what you did, don't we."

By leaning forward Miranda was well aware of how much of her cleavage was on display, and by the look on Anthony's face, she knew he was too. Unfortunately the table blocked her view of his crotch. She determined to up the ante when they got back to his place.

"I'm not sure I understand," Anthony replied, his eyes locked onto the creamy swells of her breasts.

Settling back in her chair she chuckled, then said, "Oh baby, we both know that picture wasn't really you. I will admit, it shocked the shit out of me at first. But once I figured out what you did, I was quite amused. So kudos for the prank".

"Uh, I'm still not following you. What prank?" he asked.

Miranda stared at the blank look on her son's face, then answered, "It's obvious you pulled that photo off some porn site. Most likely to see how much you could shock me, right?"

With a chuckle he started to talk. "I hate to tell you this, Mom, but..."

Before he could finish the sound of an incoming text on Miranda's phone chirped. Taking her phone from her purse, she glanced at the message, a frown furrowing her forehead.

"Something wrong?" Anthony asked.

"No dear," his mother answered, then put her phone away before looking across the table at her son.

Another chirp came from her purse, followed quickly by two more. Frustrated by the interruptions she pulled her phone out and switched it off. Seeing the concerned look on Anthony's face she said, "It's Richard."

"Everything okay? He obviously wants to reach you," Anthony remarked.

With a shrug she proceeded to fill him in on her failed zoom call to Richard. By the time she finished Anthony was smiling broadly. For some reason this caused her to bust out laughing.

"So I take it you're not too disappointed with breaking it off with him."

"Not really. But it would have been fun to see the look on his face when he opened the gift I accidentally sent him," Miranda said, an amused twinkle in her eyes.

"What was in it?" he enquired.

Chuckling, she said, "Socks."

"Ouch," he snickered.

"One size fits all," she laughed.

Before they could continue their conversation the waiter brought their order; a salad for both. The rest of their lunch together consisted of small talk, each quietly sifting through their thoughts. The ride back to Anthony's was another white-knuckle experience for him. As he climbed out of her car he was surprised to see her get out too.

"You're coming up?" he asked, the surprise evident in his voice.

Linking her arm in his, once more pressing the side of her tit against his arm, she said, "Just for a bit, if that's alright with you."

A smile played on his lips as he pressed the button to fetch the elevator. He wasn't sure what she was up to, but he had a pretty good idea. Once they were inside Miranda went over and sat on the couch, while Anthony fixed them a drink. Taking the armchair across from her he had an excellent view when she leaned back and slowly crossed one leg over the other. He felt like he was watching that Sharon Stone movie, Basic Instinct, the only difference was, his mother was wearing panties.

"So tell me, Mom, what's the real reason you wanted to have lunch with me? If all you wanted to do was apologize for the gift mix-up, you could have done that over the phone."

"Truthfully, I just wanted to ask you in person if the picture you sent me was real or not." When she finished she couldn't help but glance at his crotch.

Arching his eyebrows, he asked in a hurt voice, "You don't believe me?"

She gave a small sigh, then replied, "Normally I would, but we lived together for a long time, so, I think I would have noticed if my son was sporting such a large package."

"Possibly, under normal circumstances that would've been true, but normal wasn't the case with us. I was just starting to fill out down there when that bastard took off with that floozy. You cried for nearly two weeks before you threw yourself into your work. From then on you hardly paid any attention to me."

He could see that she was about to reject that, so he continued with his story.

"Now don't get me wrong. You did spend time with me, but only in the physical sense. Your mind was always miles away. I'm actually grateful that you had an outlet for your anger."

Her eyes grew misty as she remembered when her husband had told her he was leaving. She also recalled those few weeks of crying herself to sleep, before finally snapping out of it and charging full steam ahead. She had poured herself into her work, never looking back as she rose through the ranks to her current position. Now she was the CFO of a fortune 100 company. But she couldn't recall ever neglecting her son. She had made sure he had a roof over his head, food on the table, and even took him for several trips to the beach. Because she hadn't smothered him with affection didn't make her a bad mother she told herself. She rationalized that he had grown up to be a strongly independent young man. She was quite proud of him.

"Oh honey, I'm sorry if I ever made you feel unloved."

Soothingly he said, "I always felt loved Mom."

This brought a hesitant smile to her lips. Just before she could say anything her phone chirped with an incoming text. Both looked at it and saw it was from Richard.

"Damn, he won't give up," Miranda groaned.

"Well, you could always send him that photo of my dick and tell him you already moved on to something bigger and better," Anthony suggested in jest.

At first Miranda was startled by his suggestion. But when she saw the mischievous grin on his face she couldn't help but laugh. Then she got to thinking something else.

"That's a good idea, too bad it wouldn't work," she sighed heavily.

"Why not?" he immediately asked.

"Because if I can't believe it's real, then I'm positive he wouldn't either," she replied, moisture coating the gusset of her panties.

"Still don't think it's real, huh? How do I prove it?" he asked her, knowing what she was going to say.

Miranda couldn't believe where this conversation was going. She knew that what she was thinking was so wrong, but she was always one to take advantage of a situation if it arose. Could she really act on her desire? The mother in her told her no, but the growing moisture in her panties told her yes.

Taking a deep breath, she steeled herself and said, "You could show me."

Inwardly smiling he decided to see how far he could push her.

"I could, but it wouldn't look the same. It doesn't just get hard for no reason at all," he told her.

"Then how did it get this hard in the first place?" she asked, turning her phone so he could see the screen.

"You want the truth?" he asked, a tingle starting to grow in his groin.

"You should always tell the truth," came her answer.

Settling back in the chair, he fixed her with a steady gaze and said, "I thought about you."

"M-Me!" she stammered; shock evident on her face.

"Of course you. Why not?" he told her.

"Because I'm your Mother, that's why not," she replied back.

"Yeah, but that doesn't change the fact that you are one beautiful woman. Plus, I actually find the taboo aspect a little titillating." He tried to keep a serious look on his face.

"You find me attractive?" she asked, a new and strange feeling creeping between her thighs.

"Not just attractive, but sexy as hell too," he replied, his eyes roving over her body to prove his point.

As she watched his eyes scan her, a question leapt to the front of her brain. Had he ever seen her naked? She didn't think so. At least she couldn't recall any times were he might have gotten a peek at her undressed. But how could he get hard thinking about her, unless he had seen her naked? She found herself wanting to know.

Bluntly, she asked, "Have you ever seen me naked?"

"No, but it wasn't from a lack of trying," he chuckled.

"Then why would you get aroused thinking about me? Do you have some sort of Oedipus complex?"

"No, nothing like that. I just thought of you in your bikini. But if you're wondering if I've ever thought about having sex with you, well..." He left that unfinished, just to get her reaction.

His revelation had a profound effect on her. At first she was repulsed by the idea that her son had fantasized about having sex with her, but that soon turned to wondering what it would feel like. The tingle in her pussy told her it would be wonderful, especially if his cock was as big as the one in the photo. She tried to rein in her wandering mind, but that only made her think about it more. It was time to get the answer to her burning question. Was the photo real or not?

"Okay, enough of this. Tell me truthfully, is that really your co...err, penis in the picture, or just some random photo off the internet." Once again her eyes were drawn to her son's crotch.

"Alright, I'll prove it to you," he said.

Standing, he stepped in front of her and held out his hands. When she took them he pulled her to her feet and began to slowly unbutton her blouse. Automatically her hands came up and grabbed his.

Cocking her head, she shakily asked, "What are you doing?"

"If you want it to look like the picture on your phone, then I'll need a little inspiration from you," he told her.

For some reason Miranda found herself lowering her hands, allowing her son to continue. The more buttons he opened, the harder her nipples became. When he had her blouse undone he separated the two halves and pushed her blouse from her shoulders. It fluttered down and landed softly on the floor near the couch. Miranda started to protest when her son's fingers unclasped the snap on the side of her skirt, but once again the wetness between her legs won out. She heard the zipper come down, then cool air caressed her buttocks as her skirt slid down her legs to pool at her feet.

"Honey, I think we need to stop," she feebly protested, still making no move to stop her son.

Once her skirt was around her ankles Anthony stepped back and gazed upon the heavenly body of his mother. The bra she wore had lace upper cups that allowed part of her brown areolas to show through, and to his utter surprise, the nylons she had on were actually stockings that were held up by a black garter belt. The skimpy black panties she was wearing didn't even go high enough to cover all of her dark bush. As he devoured her with his eyes, blood surged to his cock.

Miranda's breath caught in her throat as she saw the bulge in his pants begin to expand. She watched as he kicked off his shoes and practically ripped off his shirt. By the time his hands began to undo his pants she felt like she couldn't breathe. Her chest heaved as she watched both his slacks and boxers come down, revealing to her lust crazed eyes the answer to all her questions. She wanted to squeal in delight at discovering his cock was indeed as big as the one in the picture, but all she was able to do was slump down onto the couch and stare in wide-eyed wonder at the one-eyed monster pointing straight at her. Just like in her dream she reached out, and just like in her dream, she wasn't able to reach the object of her unholy desire.

Anthony knew something was happening here, something wonderful, yet totally unexpected. The look of lust plastered on his mother's face was evidence of that. A surge of adrenalin rushed through his veins causing his already turgid cock to swell even bigger.

"OH MY GOD!" Miranda choked out as she saw her son's cock expand to its full potential.

Unsure of what he was doing, Anthony dis-entangled himself from his clothes and took a step closer to the couch. When he saw her hand reach out even further he took another step, then another, until finally he felt her fingers curl around his thick, throbbing shaft.

Miranda's heart fluttered, and her pussy clinched, as her fingers wrapped around the thick cock just inches from her face. She had never experienced anything like this in her life. She was astonished that her fingers couldn't quite encircle the girth of this magnificent specimen. A drop of drool escaped out of the corner of her mouth as she leaned forward. She knew what she was about to do was so wrong, on so many levels, but she felt compelled to do it anyway. Slowly she stretched her lips over the bulbous head and tasted her son.

"C-Careful Mom...it's locked and loaded," Anthony stammered as he watched in total awe as his mother's mouth ingulfed his inflamed cockhead.

Pulling her mouth off, she gazed up into his eyes and throatily whispered, "It's so beautiful."

Before Anthony could reply, Miranda once again wrapped her lips around his cock, this time taking more than four inches into her mouth. With one hand she stroked the shaft, while gurgling noises came from her throat as she swallowed as much of his cock as she could. Her mouth was so full she was barely able to run her tongue around the shaft before she had to pull back in order to breathe. She could hear her son's moans as she began to bob her head onto his cock, speeding up when his moans increased in pitch. She was driven by a lust she'd never known. She could feel her juices flooding her panties as she strove to bring her son to completion. All thoughts of how right or wrong this was were banished to the deepest recesses of her mind, replaced with the overpowering urge to swallow her son's cum. Faster and faster she sucked until after several minutes she felt her son's hands grab her head and push her mouth off his saliva covered cock. Fear clutched at her. Had she gone too far? Did her son find her actions beyond contemptable? Was he so repulsed by what she had done that he would no longer be able to love her? The answers to her questions were answered by his next move.

Anthony didn't want to cum in her mouth, at least not yet. He wanted the holy grail. Reaching under her armpits he pulled her to her feet and looked lovingly into her frightened eyes.

"I want you Mom," he huskily said, right before he leaned in and planted his lips on hers.

"Oh baby," Miranda groaned, returning her son's kiss with equal passion.

Their lips locked, their tongues battled, as their hands explored each other's body. By the time they pulled apart Miranda was astonished to find her bra was no longer covering her tits. Anthony took two steps back and gazed in wonder at his mother's full, heavy breasts. Their weight caused them to droop slightly, but her nipples still pointed straight out. Her areolas were a pale brown in color, the aroused nipples centered perfectly within the half-dollar sized circles.

"Take off your panties, Mom. I want to see all of you," he said, reaching down and tugging at his rock-hard flesh.

Miranda couldn't take her eyes off the bulbous head of her son's cock. She almost swooned when the first drop of pre-cum dripped out and fell to the floor. Even in her trance-like state she heard her son's request. Slowly she placed her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and gently pulled them down until they were against her thighs. When she let go of them they fell to her ankles, the gusset clearly showing a sheen of her juices. Her eyes widened more as she saw her son's cock respond to her near total nakedness. A fresh batch of cunt cream oozed from her pussy as she stood before her son in just a garter belt, stockings and heels.

Anthony's breath caught in his throat, and his cock expanded even more, as he took in the sight before him. His eyes locked onto her brunette bush as he took a step closer. When he was within arm's reach he took his left hand and cupped it between her legs, her fluids coating his palm.

"Oh God," Miranda hissed as she felt his middle finger slip between her folds and enter her slick hole. Her body convulsed when he stepped closer and wrapped his free arm around her waist.

When he added a second finger she screamed out, "UUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!"

Leaving his fingers in her clinching cunt, Anthony pulled her against him and mashed his lips to hers. In seconds they were devouring each other with their mouths, their tongues locked in battle for dominance. As their passion fueled kiss went on and on, Anthony continued to finger fuck his mother with enthusiasm. She felt her legs give out when another orgasm shot through her. Slowly, as if in slow motion, she sank onto the couch, her ass at the very edge.

Anthony followed her down until he was kneeling between her thighs. Lovingly he placed a hand on her chest and gently pushed her upper body back. Once she had her back and shoulders pressing against the back of the couch he reached behind her knees and lifted her legs. Effortlessly he raised her legs and spread her thighs exposing her pussy to his lecherous gaze. A low, animalistic growl escaped his lips as he leaned downward and ran his tongue from her asshole to her surprisingly large clitoris. He felt her twitch as his tongue swiped over the sensitive bud.

Miranda was swiftly lost in the throes of sexual delirium as her son used his tongue in ways that no man had done before. One second he was lavishing attention to her clit, then the next second his tongue was exploring her rosebud. With each passing minute she was driven closer and closer to what she knew would be the ultimate bliss. Once more she moaned deeply as her son's tongue traveled the length of her saturated slit, this time much deeper into her folds. Unable to control her boiling lust she grabbed his head and pushed it away from her quivering cunt.

"Fuck me baby. Please fuck me," she pleaded.

Anthony straightened up, adjusted his mother's legs until they rested in the crook of his arms, then inched his body forward until the tip of his cock was nestled against her opening.

"Are you sure, Mom?" he asked, his entire body shacking with anticipation.

Miranda gazed at his slickened face, smiled warmly, then reached down and held his rampant cock at her entrance. To answer his question she used her free hand and grabbed the edge of the couch and pulled her body downward until the head of his cock pushed into her soaked pussy. Two loud moans filled the air at the same time.

Needing no further encouragement he slowly began to push more of his throbbing cock into his mother's tight, wet pussy. Reaching up he grabbed her ankles and spread her legs wider so he could watch as his dick entered the most holy of holies. He could tell by the grimace on her face she wasn't used to having such a large cock in her. Gently he nudged another inch in, then pulled back, before pushing forward once more. With each forward thrust he managed to add another inch.