This is an incest story between a mother and her son. All characters in this story are 18 years or older. This is the beginning of more date nights in the future.
"Why do you look so glum, Jeremy. I thought you and Jenny were going to the carnival tonight. You should be happy, I know I always enjoyed going when I was younger," my mom said as she laid a plate of my dinner before me.
"I caught Jenny in bed with another guy today. I went over to see her after work, and they were going at it hot and heavy. I thought we had something special going, but I guess not."
Mom looked at me as she sat across from me at the dinner table. For a few moments, not a word was spoken. My mother was always there for me, even when my father up and left us years ago. Even at age twenty-two, she never urged me to leave or find someone. We shared a bond and worked together to keep this old house running. I know it would be tough if I ever left, as her job wouldn't be able to keep her here, the mortgage and bills were much too high. Our combined incomes kept us plugging along, and now with my now ex-girlfriend gone, mom was all I had.
"Well son, sometimes things happen for a reason. I know you two were serious, but there was just something about her I didn't trust. Lately, she seemed in another world, so I guess she was seeing him behind your back," she stated before taking a bite of her food.
"I know mom, I sensed something was wrong. She seemed stand-offish alot lately, and when I addressed her about it, she just said she wasn't feeling well. I guess I went over there today to confront her about the distance that was growing between us, when I caught her naked on top of that moron."
"Jeremy, I have an idea. Why don't you take me to the carnival tonight. I haven't gone to one in years, and it would be fun, just my favorite son and I together for a night. What do you think?"
I saw the pleading in her eyes, as I replied, "Mom, I don't feel much like it. Plus, it wouldn't feel right. I had planned on a romantic night with Jenny, and now I wouldn't know how to act."
"Why, is your old mom not sexy enough to be around? C'mon Jeremy, take me to the carnival, it would do us both a world of good. And besides, pretend I'm not your mother, but your girlfriend. We'll have a great time, and since I haven't seen that much of you lately because you were always out with Jenny, we could get caught up on some things."
"Mom, you aren't old. You are beautiful, and it isn't that. It would be hard to pretend you aren't my mother, as a girlfriend, I'd probably be more forward."
"She giggled and told me, "I'll go up and get showered and changed. You get ready, we are going to have a fantastic night together, and I won't take no for an answer!"
Figuring how much I loved my mother, I guess a night out with her would be fun. There is something about a carnival or fair that brings out the child in everyone. And seeing how badly she wanted to go and the pleading look in her eyes, how could I ever tell her no?
"Sure thing mom. Let's go to the carnival."
"Oh thank you son! I promise you a night you will never forget. We are going to have so much fun, and I promise, when the night is over, that bitch Jenny will be all but forgotten!"
Mom got up from the table, taking her plate to the sink. As I watched her, I was still amazed at her beauty. If she wasn't my mother, I would have naughty thoughts about tonight. She has a great ass, something I often caught myself watching when I think she hadn't noticed. And being 44, she had lovely breasts, which for her age seemed to be as perky as ever. Having washed the laundry for both of us at times, I knew she had a 36c bra. Sometimes when I was at home and not out on a date, she would strut around like a princess. Jeans and a blouse were her usual attire, and she always filled them out nicely.
"Well son, I will go get ready. It's pretty hot outside, so I guess I will have to find some appropriate attire. Plus, I'm on a date with my son, and I want to look my sexiest!" she said as she whirled around several times in glee, then up the steps she went.
As she disappeared, I was happy for mom. It was tough going through the divorce, and finally I saw a side of her I haven't seen in years. As I got up to go get ready myself, maybe the carnival and my mother was just the thing to help me overcome the heartache of a love lost.
Putting on my sneakers in my bedroom, I turned as I heard my mother walk into my room. My jaw dropped, as what I saw was the hottest woman I've seen in a long time. She was wearing tight shorts and a blouse tied just below her breasts. And her boobs were bared some as she had several buttons undone, giving me a creamy view of her assets. She had on white socks and sneakers, and looked more like a teenager than my mother.
She grinned as she walked before me, and did a pirouette and said, "Your mother is hot stuff, huh? I thought it would be perfect for a warm night out with my son."
"Ummm, it's definitely hot and sexy. Kind of a surprise."
"Good, hoped to get a rise out of you. Are you about ready? I've been waiting to break out of my mundane life and live it to the fullest again."
I could feel a lump in my throat as well as another lump growing a little lower. My mother was turning me on, and I could tell she chose not to wear a bra, which made her jiggle quite a bit as she danced around while I finished tying my laces. Her jean shorts were so damn tight, I could see her cameltoe between her legs and a deep crease in her ass. I was wondering how I was going to be able to behave with her dressed like that!
We soon were headed out the door, as it was about three blocks to the carnival. Mom slipped her arm through mine and we walked down the street as we noticed other people headed the same way. Several guys looked our way, and I knew they were checking my mother out. I was proud she was my date tonight.
"Remember son, I'm your girlfriend tonight. Just be yourself and do what comes naturally. Focus on me, and not Jenny. You will have a good time."
"Thanks mom. "
She laid her head on my shoulder for a bit as we walked and added, "I haven't been to the carnival in years. Your dad would never take me, he always said it was for kids. I did go when I dated out of high school, and once I was with this guy named Billy. He was such a bad boy. Makes me blush to think what we did at the carnival that night!"
We walked, which was difficult with my hard on. I think my mother noticed my predicament, but just smiled as we neared the carnival. Her perfume was wonderful, and she had added red lipstick to her lips before we left. Not only did she look so sexy, she was downright making me horny.