My Dates with Mom

Authors Note: Hiya All - The previous two chapters of this story are my early writings more than ten years ago. However I always felt the story was never complete so I've decided a third chapter is in order. To have a full understanding of the characters its best that you read the previous chapters, but I'll give a short synopsis should you not wish to do so given the time delay, otherwise, please skip down to where Chapter Three continues: - thepeckker

Synopsis: Tony is a 24year old Geologist that was transferred to his company's Australian office two years ago. He has returned home on vacation for the first time and surprised his 46yo mother Laura, his 48yo father Sam, and 8yo twin sisters Cait and Vicky.

Sam is also in the oil and gas industry however his current contract requires that he fly in/fly out to the Middle East regularly and left a few days after Tony's arrival.

Laura is feeling lonely due to Sam's work schedule and one night after a few drinks, then a few more, she tells Tony about the times she and Sam used to date before they were married. Tony suggested that while Sam is away for that week he could take her on some dates to relive those times. Laura said she could not because it would be wrong but she would never get a sitter for the twins for every night anyway. Tony proposed that he would make them 'home dates' instead.

Tony and his mother (call me Laura and not Mom on our dates) have had two home dates so far; firstly a movie date, and secondly a dancing date. They have had sex twice but Laura has been all over the place with regret due to her love for Sam and her family, but also with desire and the thrill her son has given her.

The end of Chapter Two

When I gathered my breath again I said, "Mom that was fantastic... I want you to know that I have no regrets making love with you... it was beautiful, you are beautiful... I have never thought of you as a slut, never anything like that at all."

"Mmmm... thank you baby... I have no regrets either son. I feel very satisfied too. I haven't cum like that in a very... very... long time." I kissed the top of her head and apologised, "Sorry I cum inside you again Mom."

"It's ok Tony, when I was at the doctor this morning I asked to go back on the pill. Ha! ha!, perhaps I'm a slut after all... but only a slut for my son!"

Chapter Three

continues:

"You're kidding." I said hopefully.

"Of course I'm kidding," Mom said as she lifted her head off my chest, breaking into a smile that lit up her beautiful face, "How can I explain to your father that I've gone back on the pill when he had a vasectomy after the twins were born? And anyhow, it takes a good week for the pill to work so it's useless after the load you've just given me."

Resting her head back on my chest she continued in a muffled voice, "Please stay inside me Baby... just hold me... I don't want to think about the wrongness of what we've done... but just bask in this sensation of being physically loved by my son... and to feel so alive again!"

I tighten my arms, wrapping myself around Mom until she's cocooned in my physical embrace.

"Mmmmm thats nice darling," she responded while snuggling closer.

It only took five minutes of listening to the soft rhythmic sound of her breathing before I fell into a satisfying peaceful sleep.

---------------------

I woke up to the morning sun streaming through my bedroom window, realsiing I must have fallen into a deep slumber. I found myself alone in bed, with no recollection of my mom leaving. The bedcovers had been pulled over me, indicating that she must have left before the dawn coolness. Checking the clock, I was surprised to see it was already 10:30am, so it was likely that Cait and Vicky are at school and my mom at work. I settled back onto my pillow, reflecting on the events of the past twenty-four hours. It was clear that I had upset my mother deeply, seeing her angrier than I had ever seen before. Despite the turmoil, I was amazed at the passion my words had stirred in her, revealing a side of her I had never seen before. She had always been the reliable and composed mom to me, not the fiery vixen I encountered last night.

Now here it is Thursday, which meant Dad would be home from the Middle East tomorrow night. Tonight would be the last date I could have with Mom before I flew out to New York to finish the remainder of my holiday. As if on cue, the telephone snaps me back to the present with a jolt.

"Hello?" I say tentatively.

"Hi honey," came the voice at the other end. I bolt upright! It's mom! "Are you still in bed?"

"Well... sort of," I respond casually, "I've been awake for a little while but was just lying here reflecting on last night. I'm sorry that you thought I disrespected you Mom... I would never intentionally do that you know... I love you."

"And I love you too Tony... I am also sorry that I got so irate... I said and did some awful things that I never knew were in me, but you made me just so angry... spraying yourself over me like that... and on your father's bed as well! He doesn't deserve that sort of disrespect either Baby. You need to realise that I still love your Dad very much Tony,... and I feel so ashamed of what I've done... of what you and I have done. If he ever finds out it will kill him."

"I would never tell him Mom," I responded, "and please don't feel ashamed. I've never experienced... I've never felt such intense feelings with anybody as I did last night with you!"

"Ton..," she started to interject.

"Please let me speak Mom," then immediately I continued, "I think the difference is that,... well... I love you Mom... with other girls...woman, it's just been sex... but with you it's like I'm on another level. Perhaps it's also because you're my mother... and that's forbidden ... I don't know... but what I do know is that with you I can be... well, free... and not judged. It's a freedom that I've not experienced with anyone else... no matter what I do, I know it will always be okay with you... and I am getting the sense that you really enjoy the same freedom that I do. You will always be my mother, Mom... and as far as outsiders are concerned, that's the way it is and that's the way I will always treat you. But, I don't wanna stop being intimate with you, being your secret lover... if you would allow me that honour Mom."

Complete silence. The lack of any sound combined with the throbbing of my heart is deafening.

"Mom," I said, "are you still there?"

After an equally long period, "Oh Baby this is just such a mess. I just can't discuss this with you now! Look, I have to get back to work anyway," she deflected.

"Well, we still have one more date night left Mom; perhaps we can discuss it then?"

"No Tony, that's not a good idea!" she responded stubbornly. "It's the date nights that have started all of this. Please, no more date nights Honey okay?... no more!"

"Okay Mom, okay," I said reluctantly, "but let me at least get dinner for you and the twins tonight. Is that allowed?"

"Sure," then said, her voice softening, "I'm sorry I was so aggressive Honey ... that would be lovely. Thanks. Don't forget that I'm going to the gym after work tonight so perhaps you could pick up Cait and Vicky from school and spend some alone time with them before I get home. You know, they would love that. They haven't spent much time with you since you've been back"

"No prob's Mom. I'm sure I can look after a couple of nine year olds for a few hours."

"Don't you be too sure about that smarty-pants," she responded with a laugh, "you might just eat those words."

And eat them I did.

Cait and Vicky went crazy when I arrived to pick them up and not Mom. Each immediately grabbed a hand and steered me into the school grounds where I was introduced to all their friends, then their teachers, then I had to go into class and see some of the work they were doing. An hour had passed before we were back at the car and ready to leave.

The drive home was just as hectic. Notwithstanding that the twins were identical in looks, they're certainly different in personality. Cait is the more aggressive or outspoken of the two, whereas Vicky is quieter, the thinker. Nevertheless together they are just chaotic... and I bore the brunt of that exuberance all the way home.

"Hey Girls!" I said when we finally arrived home again, "What do you feel like for dinner tonight? I'm cooking."

"Pizza!" they both responded in unison.

"You can't have pizza again; how about something a bit more healthy?"

"No," said Cait, "we want pizza." Then they both ran around the kitchen yelling, "pizza! pizza! pizza! pizza!" until eventually I gave in.

"Okay then," I conceded, "but if we are going to have pizza then it's going to be pizza that I make ok?"

Their chorus did not stop but changed to "yay pizza! yay pizza!"

"Come on," I said, "back in the car so we can go buy all the stuff I need," and with that we all traipsed down to the market. If I was to make pizza then I was determined to make it as healthy as possible, a gourmet pizza if you like.

I admit that shopping with the girls was fun, and they soon got into the swing of finding suitable ingredients. That is, once we had dispersed with suggestions of chocolate, french fries, cheezles, etc. Another hour has passed before we arrived back home and had everything stacked in the kitchen... and the refrigerator stocked again with my necessities, with a few bottles of sparkling wine and beer!

"Hey you two," I said, "I have an idea, how about we make this a bit of fun and have a pizza picnic in the back yard?"

They both frowned and looked sullen at the same time. "Huh, what's wrong with having it in front of the television?" said Cait.

"There's too many bugs and yucky things outside," chipped in Vicky.

"Aww come on girls, it'll be fun," I replied. Neither of them moved.

"Ok," I continued firmly, determined to be the boss, "That's the deal if you want pizza tonight, it's going to be a picnic... and while I am getting everything prepared, you can get the blanket and everything else set up outside. Deal?"

They both looked stunned for about 30 seconds, shrugged their shoulders and said, "Deal," simultaneously.

So thats how events progressed for the next hour. Although I had purchased the pizza bases, at least they were wholemeal, which I then prepared with a tomato relish base topped with potato cubes, wedges of sweet potato and pumpkin, Italian sausage, and garnished with mozzarella cheese. I then cranked up the BBQ to its maximum and threw on the pizza stone.

While I was busy cooking, the girls were still preparing the picnic area. I must admit that for two kids that showed no enthusiasm they did a great job. When I complimented them on what they had done their smiles just beamed from one side of their little faces to the other.

Just a little before 7.00pm the three of us sat down, crossed legged on the blanket, and commenced to demolish the food. By 7.20pm we were all flat on our backs, stomachs engorged, looking at the night sky and trying to make animal shapes with the stars just starting to appear.

It was 7.40pm when we heard the garage door as Mom arrived home. A short time later she yelled out, "Hey!... Where is everybody?"

"We're out here," both girls yelled.

Mom came into the backyard and stood on the blankets edge as the girls excitedly told her the events of the evening. She was still dressed in her gym gear with her hair tied back. Her sweaty look indicated she'd given herself a decent workout. Her tight black singlet top exposed bright red straps of her brassiere and accentuated the fullness of her breasts. She also wore black three quarter length yoga pants with bobby socks and white Adidas cross trainers.

As she listened intently to the girls I ran my eyes appreciatively up and down her womanly body taking in every curve and quiver as she moved. However it was her mound of venus that commanded my gaze. The lycra stuck tightly as her pelvic bone was prominently displayed. God I love that look. Seeing a woman displaying her sexuality like that makes me just want to open my mouth and take a bite.

"Ok time for bed now girls," brought me back to my senses, "Perhaps you could put the girls to bed tonight Tony while I get into some of that left over pizza? I'm famished."

"Sure mom," I responded, "no problem. C'mon girls, give mom a kiss then off to bed."

It was just after 8.00pm before I had Cait and Vicky settled for the night then ambled back downstairs to the kitchen. I grabbed a bottle of champagne from the refrigerator and two glasses before heading back outside.

Mom had removed her shoes and socks and was now seated cross-legged on the blanket. As she took a bite from a pizza slice I poured her a glass of champagne and one for myself.

"I probably shouldn't," she said taking the glass from my hand, "after my workout it will probably go straight to my head."

"A toast," I said raising my glass at the same time, "To my wonderful family. May I see them more often than I have in recent years."

"I'll drink to that."

As I refilled our glasses, "Another toast," I said, "to my wonderful, beautiful, and very sexy mother. She has taught me so much, looked after me so well, and asked for nothing in return. You have my love Mom."

As we clinked glasses she just smiled and continued to look at me as we drank. I sat down on the blanket and once again our conversation easily flowed. Mom complimented me on my cooking skills, we spoke of her day at work, the girls, and the plans for the remainder of my holiday. The bottle of champagne did not last very long before I was off to the fridge to retrieve another.

"You know your father and I used to go on a lot of picnics when we were newly married. We would head up into the hills where we found this secluded little lake. I would make up a picnic hamper and we would stay there for hours just talking, just like you and I are now. Usually we would talk about our dreams for the future and then when then sun went down we would go skinny-dipping in the lake. Occasionally I wish we could go back to those times, life is just so fast these days and sometimes I feel like I can't keep up."

I was lying there, just taking in her words and picturing what life might have been like in the past. Suddenly, an idea popped into my head, I leaped up, dashed over to the Jacuzzi, and swiftly removed the lid, saying, "Your lake awaits, m'lady."

My mom burst into a hearty and prolonged laughter. It was wonderful to see her so joyful, even if it was fuelled by the amount of alcohol she had consumed. However, when her laughter eventually subsided, she made no effort to get up, so I took the lead. In a matter of seconds, I stripped off my shirt, shorts, and underwear, standing completely naked with my arms outstretched.

My mom simply continued to gaze at me without uttering a single word. When the silence became uncomfortable, I walked back to her and settled back on the blanket, embracing my nakedness.

"You are such a beautiful man Tony. You will make some lucky girl a wonderful and caring husband."

"Mom," I responded, "she would have to be your twin sister because you are the type of woman I would want for my wife."

She was silent for a moment. "Thank you son, that's such a wonderful thing for you to say. However we need to talk about last night and what's happened between us recently. You asked me on the telephone if you could be my secret lover. Well baby, I don't want you to be my secret lover. You are my son. You may find this really hard to understand, and I don't really understand my actions either, but I am still in love with your father. Those times at the lake that I told you about cemented more than just dreams between us, they cemented our future, our life together. I am so very lucky to have such a wonderful man for a husband, such beautiful children, and such a comfortable life. I think what happened between you and I was born out of a physical need and an emotional gap in my life. Do you understand what I am saying? Tony, I really want you to be my son, not my secret lover."

I remained silent and let mom finish, feeling the knife twist in my heart with each sentence. Tears well up, I could not control them before one rolled down my cheek. Wiping my eyes I stood up.

"I understand Mom," I said before turning quickly and making my way to the Jacuzzi. Turning on all the blowers I got in then dunked my head to disguise the sudden flow of tears I could not stop.

For the next 30 minutes my mind raced through the events of the past few days before mom suddenly appeared holding a towel for me. She must have changed herself because I noticed she was now wearing her night dressing gown. "I thought you might need this as it's getting a bit cold Baby."

"Thanks Mom," I responded sulkily, like the child was still alive within me.

Mom continued to stand there and I could see by her expression that she was in deep thought, looking at me but not seeing me. "Are you ok Mom? I said.

My words seem to jolt her back from wherever she was. She smiled slightly and said "Do you have any room in the lake for me?" untying the sash at her waist and slowly opening the gown until it came to rest just off her shoulders.

I couldn't believe my eyes as I watched my mother standing in front of me, almost completely undressed. She had on the bright red bra that really stood out against her fair skin, with lace cups and a front clasp. I could clearly see the details of her breasts through the bra, from the colour of her nipples to the shape of her areolas. Taking in her figure, I noticed how her waist still looked soft despite the effects of childbirth, and her hips were beautifully rounded. Her matching high-cut panties completed the ensemble, and she stood with her knees slightly bent and ankles crossed, giving off a confident vibe.

Despite her age, my mother exuded a captivating sex appeal that no younger woman could match, and I couldn't help but feel breathless in her presence. In that moment, I wondered if I was falling in love with my mother, or if it was just a deeper form of motherly love. Her age and physical changes didn't matter - what mattered was the confidence and allure she radiated as a 46-year-old woman.

"Oh my god Mom, you are so beautiful!" I said. "Of course there is room in the lake for you... but I think I had better help you with your birthday swim suit," I joked.

I sat on the edge of the hot tub and swung my legs over the ledge until I stood directly in front of her, my cock so hard it was pointing to the stars.

Mom placed her hand lightly upon my chest and said softly "Tony, I meant what I said before about how much I love your father. I also meant what I said about wanting you to be my son and not my secret lover."

Looking away to the side she confessed, "You make me feel so desirable when you look at me and that's one of the reasons I came here dressed this way. I want you to look at me... I need you to look at me... I want to once again see your desire on your face, to know that, even as a mother I am desired by someone as young and as handsome as you are."

Then, looking directly at me she continued, "What you and I have done is so very wrong... but I have loved every minute of being with you... No, let me rephrase that because I love being with you as my son anyway. What I am trying to say is that, you and I having sex together is not something that is permitted by society... but I cannot stop thinking about how wonderful it is. I am so conflicted because; you are my son, yet you do things to me that I never felt before. When we are intimate I feel so much love for you it scares me. When I feel you inside me it is so overwhelming that I cannot stop myself from orgasming, and that is not something a mother should do with her son. I don't..."