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"Kyle!" Mom called from upstairs one morning, "time for breakfast honey!"
"Coming!" I called back before getting up, the sheets soaked from our hot efforts the night before.
I hopped downstairs where Mom stood naked and cooking. Turning down the stove, she kissed me tenderly.
"Did my strong handsome lover sleep good last night?"
"You mean for the half hour I slept?" I retorted.
She laughed and kissed me again. "Sit down. The eggs are almost done."
I sat and took in her beautiful form. Still thin despite having 8 kids, her huge udders not having dropped in the least and her ass still tight and round. She could've easily passed for a 19-year-old, seeming to begin to age backward.
"Here you go honey," Mom said as she set the pancakes and sausage on the table.
After finishing the eggs, she sat next to me and asked, "So what are you doing today baby?"
"You hopefully," I joked.
"You and me both," she replied seductively as she a long lick to a sausage link before rapidly plunging it between her blue lips. As if I wasn't hard enough, she put it in her cleavage and began to move her boobs up and down.
She then brought her plate to my cock and with one touch, I opened fire with a loud shout, blasting her pancakes with my cum which she gleefully ate.
"I can't wait Kyle," she said with a soft giggle as I caught my breath, watching her eat the cum splattered food.
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After we finished, I went up to my room as Mom straightened up the living room, soiled after our hard fuck the night before.
"Mom?" I called behind her.
"Yes Kyle?" she asked as she turned, and her eyes lit up as she saw the box in my hand.
"I bought it for Christmas," I said as I handed it to her, "but I decided to wait until today to give it to you."
She smiled as she unwrapped it and I watched her as she removed the lid.
"Oh my god..." she said, beginning to cry, "Kyle. It's beautiful!"
She pulled out the black dress and began to try it on.
"No!" I stopped her, "I don't want to see you in it until tonight."
"What's tonight baby?" she asked.
"I'm taking you out Mom," I answered, "for New Year's Eve!"
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I didn't see Mom any more that day. At about 1 that afternoon, she went for a hair appointment and I was upstairs when she returned, simply hearing her door close.
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At 6:30, I checked my watch and nervously fumbled with my black suit. I wanted tonight to be perfect. I was going into a year of my relationship with Mom. As I fixed my tie for about the 25th time, a voice asked,
"How do I look honey?"
I looked back and nearly melted into my perfectly shined shoes. Mom stood in her black silk dress and white 6-inch heels that had a silver strap snaking up to her ankle. Her eyes were decorated with blue eye shadow bringing out the even more dynamic blue of her eyes. Her red curls made her look even younger.
The specially altered dress still gave a more than generous view of her cleavage, proudly boasting the huge breasts which had slapped gravity in the face. It came only to the middle of her thigh. My eyes traveled down her stocking clad legs and I stammered to speak.
She walked over kissed me warmly, my knees going weak as her sweet perfume wafted up my nose.
"You look absolutely perfect Mom." I finally managed to say.
"So do you Kyle," Mom replied, "with you in that suit, I don't thunk anyone could resist you. I know I can't."
I smiled at the compliment as she straightened my tie. "So what's the plan tonight?"
"Dinner and a show," I replied, "but I can't tell you the rest."
"Not even for me baby?" she asked in a baby voice while brushing her boobs against me while rubbing my crotch.
I gulped but kept up my nerve. "No you'll just have to wait and see."
I opened the car door for her and she chuckled. "Such a gentleman."
During the car ride, we had light conversation in which Mom still tried to get answers, but I didn't cave. The handjob at the red light was tempting but I still didn't give up anything.
When we arrived, I led Mom through the fancy Italian restaurant to our reserved area.
"Oh my..." Mom gasped as she took in the candlelit table, "I can't believe you went through all this trouble Kyle! What did I do to deserve this?"
"Just being you Mom," I answered as I pulled out her chair, "and that's all that matters."
She sat and I kissed her cheek.
"Are you sure we can afford this?" Mom then asked.
"We don't have to afford anything," I answered, "I'm covering it all."
"And you saved all that money just for me?" she asked.
I took her hand in mine. "There's nothing I'd rather do Mom."
She smiled, and we ordered. Over the dinner and champagne, we had a good time. I felt my cock twitch as she moved her foot onto my crotch. I looked at Mom who innocently sipped her champagne and continued to eat.
The ones around us didn't notice. I was amazed as she unzipped my pants, still with her foot and began to give me a footjob. The nylon wrapped around my prick felt indescribable as she moved her toes over my head, sending tingles all through my body.
My balls began to churn just as the bubbly waitress walked up, her 32D boobs bouncing in her black shirt.
"Will you two be having dessert?" she asked.