Mom started laughing and saying that this was the second time today that we had been mistaken for a couple.
I don't know if it was because of seeing her friend or because of the conversation, but I started to get a hard-on.
Mom started talking as if I wasn't there, saying that it was to strengthen the bond between us because I had talked about moving. Her friend told me not to do that yet, that her son, who is 23 years old, had gotten married and then got divorced and moved back in with her and is better off this way, and she kept laughing as she told me. She also said that there is nothing wrong with the bond between mom and son.
Then they said goodbye and mom told me that her friend was also divorced. I admit that because mom's friend said that her son is fine like this, I thought that her son fucks her pussy every day. Mom also said that we should have a bond like that. My cock got really hard.
That night I jerked off several times, thinking about my mom's friend being fucked by me, being fucked by her son, thinking about what she told my mom, that there's nothing like the bond between mom and son. And of course thinking about my mom in that dress and hearing that from her friend. Oh yes mom, here it goes, cum everywhere. White, thick and in a huge amount. This was the first one. The others had only one thought: mom's pussy.
The next morning, mom asked me if I would like to be her date for dinner at her friend's house. I asked her if she didn't find it embarrassing? She said only if I did. That we should strengthen our bond. So I said yes. That night, while mom was getting ready, she called me to unzip her dress. She was wearing a thong. I had never seen her wear thongs before, so my dick felt hard. She asked me how she was. I said okay, but she asked, "Just okay?" For 49 years old, I'm still in my prime, don't you think? I laughed and said yes. She laughed too and started kissing me on the face, saying I was her date. Then we went out.
When we arrived, I already knew the hosts, but Mom introduced me to the other guests, always as her son. There were some MILFs there, but Mom always kept an eye on me, until she introduced me to a friend of hers, Martha, a divorced, elegant and horny mid-fifties woman. Martha told me that she lives with her 30-year-old son Tom, who usually accompanies her to these things, but couldn't come. She didn't hide the fact that they are close, this part of the conversation interested Mom more, while I wondered if Tom fucked his mom, Martha.
Later, Mom wanted to go dancing, first to a more upbeat song, and I said to her: Who would have thought that a 49-year-old girl could move like that? Mom laughed and replied: This girl is still in her forties and still in her prime. In fact, she is still in her prime, I thought. Her hips are wider, good for grabbing and getting fucked hard from behind. Then a slower song started, and Mom wanted to dance closer, so I asked: Isn't it weird? She answered with another question: What's weird? I said to her, if dancing like that wasn't weird? And she said: You're my date at this party, so it's not weird at all. The truth is that halfway through the dance, my pole was salivating and I wanted to rip all her clothes off and fuck her like she's never had before, proving Marsha and Martha right about the importance of the bond between Mom and son. As we were leaving, Mom wanted to listen to songs about the bonds between mother and son.
When we got home, she asked if I could play more songs like that, asking me if I had enjoyed spending time with her. I said yes, and as she took off her shoes, went to get a glass of wine, took off her dress, but didn't put anything else on, my 49-year-old mom was in her underwear, bra, and stockings, while we listened to songs about sons who love their moms.
To Be Continued
