Lunch Date with Mum

My name is Greg, I’m 33 years old, about 5’10, pretty good looking, even if I do say so myself, developing a bit of a ‘dad bod’ after the recent lockdown, nothing major, but could probably do with fishing out that gym membership I left to die at the bottom of my wallet! I’m recently single, my last girlfriend, Izzy dumped me the classic way, she let me catch her fucking some other guy in our bed, so that was a fun build up to a weekend! I was heartbroken and went home to see my mum. She was great with it and genuinely made me feel so much better about everything, I stayed over in my old room and left the next morning feeling a thousand per cent better. My mum has that effect on me, she truly is an angel sent from heaven!

A bit about my mum – her name is Astria, (I know! Grandma and grandpa were a bit hippy dippy!) but everyone calls her Bunny. She is 51, just over 5 foot tall, with short bobbed blonde hair and she’s an absolute knockout, and I’m not just saying that, she is beautiful inside and out, with piercing blue eyes and a smile that is genuine and would melt any man’s heart. She is the epitome of the MILF next door, homely, but sexy with it. She has an amazing figure and doesn’t look a day over 40. In my opinion, she is the perfect mould for the dream woman, not fat, not skinny, a nice peachy bum and perfect breasts for her size, but then, maybe I’m biased?! She takes good care of herself, with what she eats and making sure to exercise, even if it’s just walking to the shops, where most people would pack up the car and stuff the family in the back for a road trip to the neighbours house, 25 yards away!

Growing up, most of my friends called her a MILF, which at the time genuinely annoyed me, but honestly, now, I’m proud. I love being out with her, she only looks a few years older than me and most people mistake her for my girlfriend, which we both find amusing but she is always quick to correct anyone who says it, which is usually bar staff and waiters, then we have a good laugh about it with them and honestly, you’d be surprised how many times it happens!

So, to my story. It was a bright Saturday morning, I had slept in, it was nearly 11. I was just sitting down for a cuppa, when my phone rang. I picked up on the second ring to the melodic, sing song tones of my mother. Dad had let her down, AGAIN, promised to take her out tonight, but had just had to bail because of some important client, requiring him to work today and go out for drinks later, translated as: to a strip club, instead of taking mum out he cancelled on her and was, as we spoke, on his way to work.

‘I’ve had enough of him, he always puts work first, so I’m putting me first, for a change, so, with that in mind, what you up to today? fancy taking your old mum out to lunch? I fancy a drink!’

‘Mum, you’re not old! I wish you’d stop saying that! You’re only as old as the man you feel!’ She laughed down the phone,

‘Well, today I want to feel 33 again!’ She giggled at her joke and even though I was miles away and no one was around, I could actually feel myself blushing!

‘Mum! Stop it, you’re incorrigible!’ She was! She had a devilish sense of humour and it’s probably the reason we got on so well and were like best friends, telling each other everything, well, almost everything, but we’ll get to that!

‘Sure, I’d love to take you to lunch, I’ll jump in the shower and come round about half 12, is that good?’

‘Perfect baby boy, it’s a date!’ We said our goodbyes and hung up.

I sat there for a moment, thinking about the call, especially the last sentence, ‘it’s a date’. It echoed around my brain, she’d never said anything like it before, I’m sure I was overthinking it, but here’s my problem. You know I said we told each other everything? Well, technically that’s not true. I’d had a tiny. incy wincy bit of a crush on my mum for as long as I can remember. When my mates used to call her a MILF, I got mad because I imagined they would all like to take advantage of my mother and do things to her I definitely wouldn’t approve of. Of course I know it was all big talk from them and they would never dream of saying, never mind DOING anything about it with her, but as a young teen, I discovered I was jealous. I was jealous of my friends, because, even as remote a possibility as it was, the stars would have to do some SERIOUS aligning for anything to happen with any of the idiots I called friends, there was still the tiniest of possibilities and yet with me, who, at the time, pretty much had 24/7 access, nothing would EVER happen, no matter how many billions of stars lined up perfectly, she was my mother and I was her son and never the twain shall meet.

I understood this and for the most part buried my feelings. But that didn’t stop me subtly ogling her on family vacations as she sashayed along a beach in a small, but relatively conservative, 2 piece or hiding behind the curtain in the spare bedroom and rubbing myself when, on a rare hot day in England, she sunbathed in the back garden, there was even one time, she must have been feeling adventurous and not realising I was in the house, she sunbathed topless! I painted the curtains that afternoon and spent more time trying to get the stains out and the smell, before mum realised. I think I managed it, as she never said anything and I’m pretty sure I did a good job of clearing up after myself!

As I grew older, I progressed to raiding the laundry hamper on occasion. I would take her knickers to my room and hold them to my face taking deep breaths, inhaling her sweet scent and then finally doing the unthinkable. masturbating with them in my fist and using them to finish into. I would always bury them back in the middle of laundry so she wouldn’t discover them, I was pretty good at hiding my tracks!

So as you can see, my whole life I wished we lived in an alternate universe where it was ok for sons to date their mothers and fall in love in a society that welcomed the union, rather than this reality where we’d have furniture thrown at us and a special bulletin as a final story on the news!

I had felt the pangs for years, but in the pit of my stomach some weird juju was building. I thought a cold shower might help, so I finished my tea and jumped into the shower stall, only to give up on that idea about 6 seconds into my cold shower. I stood shivering outside of the stream waiting patiently, shivering until the hot water kicked in. That was better!

After showering and shaving, I spent 30 seconds picking an outfit. What? I’m a guy, I look good in everything I own, that’s why I own it! I slapped on some aftershave, checked myself in the mirror and not knowing what I expected, as I always look this good, grabbed my keys and headed out the door.

It was nearly midday, so I’d be over at mum’s with plenty of time to spare. I jumped in the car and drove over to pick up my beautiful lunch date, my mother.

Despite getting there about 10 minutes early, when I rang the doorbell, mum answered in only a few seconds and was ready to go. When I say ‘ready to go’, I mean, I actually stepped back with my mouth hanging open, gawping at her. She was an absolute knock out. She had done her hair in a side parting and she wore minimal make-up, mainly because she didn’t need to, she was such a natural beauty, she had never needed to pile on the war paint, like most women did. She was wearing a figure hugging blue dress and let me tell you, it hugged her figure in all the right ways, her boobs were pushed together and heaving to be set free from the confines of the dress. She beamed when she saw my reaction and did a little twirl, giving me a view of the back side too. All my pent up teenage frustrations were beginning to boil to the surface.

‘Mum, you look amazing,’ I took her hand and held it out to her side. ‘Is this new?’ I said nodding towards her dress, I could barely take my eyes off her impressive tits.

‘Yes, your father got it for me a couple of weeks ago, he just doesn’t know it yet!’ She laughed at her joke, then spun on her heels and walked into the house. I watched her sway down the hall and pick up her keys from the kitchen, she slipped into some shoes by the door, the whole time I’m just staring at her curvy body in this dress. I could feel the blood begin to pump and I was sailing at half mast. I quickly slipped my hand into my pocket and adjusted myself, so mum wouldn’t see what a disgusting pervert she’d raised! She picked up her purse and walked up to me and closed the front door. She locked it and began to move down the path towards my car, I was still ogling every move she made. She looked back at me,

‘Come on, slow coach, all the wine will be gone by the time we get there, at this rate!’ I snapped out of my trance.

‘Oh, yep, right, sorry, on my way.’ I skipped up the path behind her and as we got to the car, I opened the door for her and held it as she got in.

‘What a gent, your mother would be proud.’ If only she knew, I doubt ‘pride’ would be the word she’d use! I smiled and watched as she slid her right leg in first and then fell into the seat and pulled her left leg in after her. From my vantage point, I had a great view of her legs and up her skirt as she got in my car. I carefully closed the door. I was going to have to get a hold on myself, I couldn’t keep perving at my mum all afternoon. As I walked around the back of the car I gave myself a couple of slaps, hoping they might knock some sense into me and for the most part, they didn’t!

I slipped into the driver’s seat next to her, looked over at her and asked, ‘where to?’

‘Do you want to go to The Sun?’ I thought for a moment. We’d been there before with dad and I’d been there with friends, so there was a fair chance we’d bump into someone we knew and I wanted to go somewhere no one knew us, so I could relax and not get caught drinking in every curve of my beautiful date’s body.

‘Errr, no, we go there all the time, let’s try somewhere different’ I said, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

‘OK, what about the Cricketers or the Leathurn?’ As you can tell, my mother has quite an extensive knowledge of the local watering holes. I took out my phone and did a Google search.

‘What about this place? The Squirrel? I’ve not been there before and it’s not right in the middle of town, so parking won’t be too bad, what do you think?’ I handed her the phone.

‘Yeah, looks nice, let’s give it a try.’

So, decision made I started the car, slipped the address into my sat nav and started the short journey. It only took about 25 minutes to get there. I had to park right at the back of the car park as it seemed most of southern England had had the same idea as us and had headed to the squirrel for lunch.

I parked up, squeezed out of the car and being the gentleman I am, went round and opened mum’s door for her. I held my hand out for her and she took it as she swung her left foot out of the car, planted it on the gravel then squeezed into the tight corridor between my car and the car next to me. From my vantage point, this time I got a magnificent view down her cleavage as she stood and got out of the car. I shut the door when she was clear, and for a moment we were pressed up against each other between the cars. There was an awkward moment when mum just stood in front of me facing me, and I was right up against her body, before I realised she was waiting for me to turn around and lead the way to the pub.I did that weird penguin waddle and rotated around 180 degrees, being careful not to scratch either car or set off any alarms

I slipped out from between the cars and mum followed, we started the 2 day trek towards the pub and she slipped her arm in mine and pressed up against my side as we made our way around the cars. We didn’t speak, just walked arm in arm in comfortable silence.

There were a lot of people spilling out of the pub and in the picnic tabled grounds all around the building. As we got to the door we made our way through several guys, all of whom took the opportunity to check my mum out and ogle her tits as they bounced past. As she passed them, each guy looked at me and smiled, I got a slap on the back and one of them made a face like ‘wow, well done mate’ and brought his hand to his mouth in an overdramatic kiss you might expect from an Italian chef who had tasted his own cooking and was over the moon with the results.

I just smiled as I walked through the crowd. It was quite crowded inside as well, but as it was a relatively nice day, most people seemed to be outside enjoying the brief 20 minute window of sunshine England was going to offer this week. I didn’t want to lose mum in the crowd, so as we walked I was right behind her and had my hand on the small of her back and her waist, just above her bum. It was a move a guy might do with his girlfriend, not necessarily a son with his mother.

We made it to the bar, the crowd parted for mum like the Red Sea, she got to the front and I squeezed in right behind her. With all the attention mum had been getting and the idea in my head that they probably all thought this was my girlfriend or wife, I had a difficult time trying to internally reason with my body and ask it to politely STOP pumping blood towards my groin! It was a losing argument on my part, so my semi erect cock was now planted just above her waist. I was going to need to adjust myself, but probably not right at this moment, cramped in a tight crowd of people at the bar.

‘She half turned her head and asked me if I wanted to leave and go somewhere else, but to be honest with you, I was loving the intimacy we were sharing right now. I’d never pressed my growing hard on into ANYONE for this long, never mind my own mother! I made the excuse that we were here now, we may as well, at least, get a drink. She seemed ok with that answer.

Mum waved her purse at the barman when it had become our turn, as she was just about to talk to the obviously overjoyed barman, I spoke over her.

‘Can I get a pale ale and a large glass of Chablis for the lady, also, is there any chance of sitting down for food?’ I shouted at him. He said a table should be ready in about 15 minutes, I was happy with that, so asked him if we could get a table when it’s free. He handed me a little device and told me it would buzz when a table was free and I’d have 3 minutes to make my way to the dining area before it was passed on to someone else. Then he got our drinks and we made our way to the back of the bar nearer a dining area and managed to get a third of an inch area on a shelf along the wall. There were 3 girls standing to our left chatting and laughing and a couple of older guys to our right who weren’t talking at all and seemed to be just finishing up. They both stood and began to make their way towards the door. A tenth of a second after they had left their seats one guy pounced and grabbed a seat and his friend was making his way to the seat just behind me, when I casually slid onto it. Snooze you lose my friend.

I leant forward and asked mum if she’d like to sit while we waited, She said no and as I settled into the seat, she was almost forced by the crowd around us to stand in between my legs. She pulled a face and we laughed, I just shrugged. I leant into her ear and she turned her head to hear me better, obviously, I took this golden opportunity, and every golden opportunity after this whilst I was talking in her ear, to enjoy the view down her top. I know, I’m a devil and I’m going to hell, but when an opportunity like this presents itself, I think it would be rude not to, plus, I don’t believe in that nonsense anyway, so.

‘What you gonna do? It’s rammed. You sure you don’t want to sit down?’ I asked.

‘No honey, I’m alright here, as long as these girls don’t push me this way anymore, I’ll be sitting on your lap in a minute!’ We both laughed. As we chatted, waiting for a table, I casually placed my hand on mum’s waist. I didn’t just plant it there, I started on my thigh, then moved down my leg and every time mum said something, I pretended I couldn’t hear and put my hand on her waist and ever so slightly applied pressure so she’d move closer to repeat what she’d said. It got to the point where I just rested my hand on the small of her back as we talked to each other. We were chatting away to each other when I noticed a girl standing behind mum, every now and again, I’d catch her looking at us longingly, she said something to her friend who immediately turned round and looked at mum and me.

I tried to whisper to mum, ‘I think the girl behind us fancies you.’ She laughed, then leaned forward and breathed into my ear,

‘You sure? I think it’s more likely she fancies you, dear.’ She said.

‘Ah, unfortunately, for her I only have eyes for YOU today.’ Mum suddenly looked up into my eyes, I smiled at her, but she didn’t smile back, in fact, her eyes were a bit glassy. Shit, had I said something wrong and upset her. I edged forward in my seat.

‘You alright? What did I say?’ I asked, concern on my face. She threw her arms around me and said into my ear,

‘Nothing, nothing’s wrong.’ She pulled back and full beamed me with her smile, then she did something completely unexpected, she leant forward and planted a kiss on my lips. There was nothing sexual about it, it was just a quick 1 second peck on the lips, but it lit up my little corner of the world.

I noticed the 2 girls behind mum, making cutesy faces at us. Mum turned around and noticed and, being her way, started talking to them.

‘Hi girls, you having a good day?’ Mum asked.

The taller one responded first, ‘Oh yeah, it’s ok, a bit more crowded than we normally like, we’ll probably move on in a bit. Look, sorry for staring, but you 2 make such a lovely couple, honestly, relationship goals…’ then she just pulled a face and pointed at the 2 of us. I was smiling and just about to explain that I was actually her son, when mum spoke over me.

‘Ow, thanks girls, yeah I totally lucked out with this one, been married 3 years now. She flashed her wedding band at them, that dad had bought her. I was gobsmacked. Was I hearing this right? To be fair it was quite loud, I might have misheard them. I edged forward in my seat to be able to hear better and inadvertently pushed my groin into mum’s arse.

Mum looked around at me and smiled, the 2 girls pulled faces and ‘Aaaaah’ed at us. That made mum laugh, I could feel my face begin to flush, which might have been a good thing, as, at least some blood was getting to my head and not just flowing to between my legs!

‘Look, you’re embarrassing him!’ the other girl said and they all laughed, mum turned around, beaming and cupped my face in her hand. She kissed my cheek to more ‘ahhhh’s from the girls, and then as if god heard my internal cries, our little plastic device buzzed, I picked it up and wiggled it at mum. I stood up, pushing my groin into mum’s bum as I did, she turned to her new friends and said,

‘Well, it was nice meeting you, we’ll have to love you and leave you, looks like our table’s ready.’

Again, as we moved through the crowd, mum led and I kept my fingertips just touching the small of her back. We moved past the girls, who were still cooing at us, at over to the dining area, where a member of staff led us to a table for 2, tucked away in the corner. It was still quite cramped and we both squeezed past people eating and chatting and laughing at their tables. We made it to the corner and were handed menus as we took our seats. We gave our drinks order, another large glass of wine and a coke for me and the waiter left us.

I leaned forward, over the table, trying to keep my voice down, I asked,

‘What was that?’ She looked at me, puzzled.

‘What do you mean? What was what?’ She smiled at me.

‘You told those girls we were married!’ She giggled and leant back.

‘I was just having some fun! How many times does that happen? People always say we look like a couple-‘

‘Yeah, and you always put them straight!’

‘So? This time I didn’t! So what? We’re never going to see them again, it doesn’t matter, as far as they’re concerned, they met a hot married couple in the pub one Lunch time and they won’t ever see them again,’ then she leant forward and looked deep in my eyes, ‘unless our little weekend lunch dates become a more regular occurrence?’ Her big smile smoothed over her face. Damn, she was SO beautiful, fuck it, if she wanted me to be her husband for the day, then so be it. I smiled back and leant over the table to kiss her cheek.

‘I’d be honoured to take my beautiful wife out any time she wanted.’ I kissed her cheek again and sat back in my chair. Mum played with her hair coyly and looked off to the left, I’m sure she was blushing!

Our food came a few minutes later, we only ordered light and no dessert, MUCH to my annoyance, that’s the best part of a meal!! We sat there chatting and making jokes and laughing. A couple of times, when I managed to tear my eyes away from her, I looked around and caught the eye of the 2 girls mum had been talking to earlier, they smiled and waved, I awkwardly held my hand up and half waved back. Mum noticed what I was doing and waved over at them a bit more enthusiastically than me, that wasn’t difficult, to be fair.

‘They’re lovely girls aren’t they?’ She asked. ‘How do 2 beautiful young girls like that, not have boyfriends taking them everywhere and buying them stuff?’ Again, she was looking intently at me, her eyebrows raised in the question. ‘You should give one if them your number, sweetie.’

‘Are you drunk, mum? They think I’m married to you and I’m not the type of husband who would ever stray or put work above her or treat her any less than a queen deserves.’ Yes, I know what I said. It sounded better in my head, but not a lot of blood had been going to my brain in the last half hour or so.

‘My god that was corny!’ She said and laughed. She closed her eyes and rocked back in her chair. I couldn’t help but look down at her wonderful breasts, jiggling in the confines of her tight dress as she laughed. This was doing nothing for the blood flow to my brain!

‘Honey, you are so sweet, I was just saying, you could have any girl you wanted.’ She beamed over at me from across the small table. Corny Alert 2….

‘I don’t want ANY girl mum, I’m sitting here with the best one in the room. The best one in any room!’ I smiled that shit eating grin I’d been perfecting since I was a teenager. She reached over and stroked my cheek.

‘You are the perfect gentleman.’ If only she knew!

Come on, let’s pay and get another drink at the bar. It’s a little bit better than it was when we got here. We can chat to those girls again and show them what they’re missing.’

She stood up and made her way through the cramped eating area. I followed close behind, this time I didn’t feel the need to keep contact with her, instead I hung back a couple of paces and watched her peachy behind swish and sway towards the bar. It was mesmerising.

We got to the bar and I ordered another pale ale and large glass of wine. I paid for the drinks and the meal in one and mum led us through the crowd towards a pillar with a shelf for us to put our drinks on. More than o e head turned as she moved through the throng of people. I loved the idea that these guys thought she was with me and not actually my mother.

We were perched on the edge of an area a few couples were dancing to the 80s music blaring out of the speakers. It wasn’t my favourite decade of music, that would probably go to the 90s and its Nirvanas and Pearl Jams and Oasises, but it wasn’t the worst decade ever (can you name a foot tapper from 1920s? No, didn’t think so!). We stood there chatting, sipping our drinks, mum swaying a little to the music. I HATE dancing, I feel all self conscious and don’t know what to do with my hands, so generally, if I ABSOLUTELY HAVE to dance, I mess around a dance like a loon, but I could see she wanted a little boogie. I was just about to ask her if she wanted to dance, when a slower number came on with a crooner singing something about wanting the truth to be told.

‘Oh, I LOVE this, Spandau… baa ba ba baaaa ba’ She started singing it to me. My mother has an incredible voice, she sounds like an angel. Growing up I would often leave my door open wide when she was in the shower. NO, not because of THAT… well, ok, maybe 50% because I was hoping for a glimpse of her padding down the hall to her bedroom, but the other 50% was so I could listen to her sing in the shower or often just hum something whilst relaxing in the bath. These memories came flooding back right now, standing there watching her sing ‘Spandau’ whoever he was!!

I put my pint down and stepped towards her. She stopped singing and looked up at me with a quizzical smile.

‘What are you doing, mister?’ I didn’t answer, I took her glass from her and placed it next to mine. Then I stepped forward into her ‘zone of terror’ (Friends joke!). We were pressed right up against each other, I reached down and put my hands around her waist. Going with the flow, mum reached up and put her arms around my neck. She wasn’t smiling at this point, but still looking deep into my eyes. I was trying not to poke her in the stomach with my semi hard on, so I leant down and ran my hands up her back in a tight hug, which afforded me the opportunity to keep my hardening dick from stabbing her in the tummy.

We swayed to the music for a couple of minutes, then she pulled back so we were face to face.

‘I didn’t think you liked dancing?’

‘I don’t,’ I replied, ‘but I could see you wanted to, being all subtle over there swaying around and singing the song!’ She laughed.

‘I’m so manipulative, aren’t I?’ She grinned at me. Her smile slowly dropped and there was a moment. If she hadn’t been my mother and I was actually on a date with some girl, at this point, I would have leaned in for a kiss, and you know what? I nearly did, like, I seriously started to move towards her. Only a centimetre or 2, but damn, it was close. She still gazed into my eyes lovingly. Then our little world was invaded by our 2 new friends and apparently they’d both pulled. They had these 2 large rugby types following them.

‘Hey, it’s the happy couple!’ the taller one yelped. ‘Look what we found.’ she said to mum, holding her hand out to the side, palm up like she was a game show hostess showing off a star prize!

‘Ooo, you girls lucked out. Hi fellas.’ Mum said over her shoulder, because we were still in an embrace. ‘This is my husband, Greg and you can call me Bunny.’ She looked back at me as I nodded to the 2 guys, awkwardly.

The smaller of the 2, and when I say smaller I mean, by about 2lbs, held his hand out and said.

‘Hi, I’m Colin and this is my husband Will.’ A comedian, I see. The 2 girls burst out laughing and I could feel mum’s breasts against my chest, moving up and down as she chuckled to his joke.

‘Nice to meet you, you make a beautiful couple.’ I said back. They smiled and Colin offered us a drink, I wasn’t sure, but mum accepted on my behalf. I only took a coke though, because I had precious cargo to transport home at some point. I leant down and whispered into mum’s ear, ‘Do you know the girls’ names?’

‘Of course, the tall one is Sally and the short one with the tits is Becky.’

‘Right, noted, Long Tall Sally and Busty Becky!’ Mum laughed into my chest. Yes, we were still in a close embrace, despite the next song being a more upbeat one and our new friends joining us. Realising it was probably quite rude, I stepped back and as if reading my mind, mum turned and stepped back too, which caused the hands that were on her waist to now rest just under her breasts on her stomach.. I noticed an empty stool to my left and pulled it a bit closer and slipped onto it. Mum moved back between my legs and stood sideways, so she was facing the group and practically sitting on my left thigh, her right hip was rubbing up against my boner, she put her right arm around my neck loosely and I locked my fingers together on her left hip, one arm either side of her as Colin returned with a tray of drinks.

‘You 2 are too cute!’ Sally said, ‘Take note guys, this is what me and Bex are after!’ I rolled my eyes at them, like we were sharing a private joke.

‘Did he just roll his eyes?’ Mum asked. Becky immediately grassed me up, nodding as she sipped a tall orange drink through a straw. ‘Don’t make out you’re the big man to your 2 new guy friends, he dotes on me at home, I barely have to lift a finger.’ Oh, we’re playing THIS game are we?

‘Alright MUM,’ I said, putting emphasis on the mum, ‘I dote on her and do all the housework, because she more than makes up for it in the bedroom department!’ HA, check!

‘Yeah,’ mum said, ‘they won’t let us back in Furniture Village after last time!’ We all laughed. Damn she was good. Without really realising what I was doing, I had begun to lightly stroke my right thumb back and forth across a one inch track on mum’s hip, all the while we were chatting to our new friends.

The conversation had taken a sexual trend, that to be honest, I wasn’t 100% comfortable with. Yes, while it was fun to play mum’s game and pretend we were a married couple, I wasn’t completely happy about talking about sex in front of my mother with total strangers! Mum, on the other hand, was loving making me squirm, telling them what she liked me doing and not doing. The 2 girls didn’t hold back either. To be honest, the 3 guys in this conversation, didn’t say much, we were all taking notes! Then mum caught me off guard.

‘What do you like me doing when we’re in the bedroom?’ She asked. My mouth hung open and I must’ve blushed. They all looked at me grinning at my embarrassment, except mum, she seemed to be genuinely asking the question, despite knowing there was no real answer and I’d have to make something believable up and quick.

‘err, a gentleman never tells.’ I said.

‘What a cop out!’ mum exclaimed. ‘Don’t be coy darling, we’re all friends here, come on, what do you like me doing?’ Suddenly all eyes were on me.

‘Err, I guess, the foreplay aspect, you are very skilled at,’

‘So you like it when I suck your cock? ok, what else?’ Mum cut in. I was gobsmacked, what was she doing? She must have felt my hard on growing and prodding her in the hip.

‘Errr, yeah, I love it when you suck my cock Bunny. Also, when you dress up.’

‘Dress up?’

‘Yeah, you know, when we… roleplay.’ I said letting it hang in the air.

‘Oh, OK, yeah, when we roleplay. Yeah, I like that too, baby.’ Then she did another unexpected thing. She pulled my head towards her with the arm around my neck and leant down and kissed my lips in front of them. It wasn’t a make out per se, but it was definitely the kind of kiss mother’s and son’s rarely shared, unless they lived in the hills of West Virginia, if you know what I’m saying. The place I hoped mum and I would move to soon! she pressed her lips to mine and held them there for 2 or 3 long, beautiful seconds. I tried not to show the surprise on my face, but couldn’t contain the smile. As she pulled away, we locked eyes and smiled at each other.

‘God, get a room you 2!’ Becky said, ‘That must be one hell of a roleplay!’ Still looking into each others eyes and smiling, we both said at the same time,

‘It is.’

We chatted some more, luckily the conversation moved on from me and on to the guys. We finished up our drinks and Will got a round in. I had another coke and mum had a small glass of wine. By my reckoning, she was getting close to doing a whole bottle all by herself, but she seemed to be holding it quite well, but then again, I was literally holding her up! The only time my arms weren’t wrapped around her was when I was taking a swig of coke.

It was nearly 4pm. The time had flown, I wasn’t sure if mum had realised and if she wanted to get home at any point. While the others were engaged in conversation, I gently squeezed mum’s hip, to get her attention. Then said in a low tone,

‘What time you want to get home? It’s nearly 4 now.’ She shrugged and moved her head closer to my ear.

‘He’s out with his client tonight, I doubt he’ll get back before 2. Do you have anywhere you need to be?’ She pulled away a few inches.

‘Absolutely not, I’m happy right here. We can leave whenever you like.’ She just smiled again.

‘How did I get so lucky?’ She kissed my forehead. It was a very motherly move and reminded me of times when I was younger and she would tower over me and plant a big kiss on my forehead, while brushing my hair out of my face. I pulled her tighter into a hug. She turned her body and faced me as I sat there with her between my legs. She wrapped both hands around my neck and squeezed me tight. my hands rested just above her buttocks, but then I too, wrapped my arms around her and we hugged. With my head between her mouth and the others, she whispered in my ear,

‘Thank you sweetie, I really needed this today, I’m having so much fun.’ She arched her back and leant away from me, so she could look at my face, which in turn pushed her stomach into my hardening cock.

‘I think we’re boring these 2,’ Sally said. ‘Looks like Bunny is itching to get off so Greg can get her off!’ Without turning to face her, mum said,

‘No, we’re good, as long as you guys don’t mind hanging out with a boring married couple?’

‘Are you kidding?’ Becky jumped in, ‘You 2 are single handedly restoring my faith in humanity and loving relationships. I know it’s out there now and I can find it too!’ She said.

‘Well, you can’t have this one, he’s all mine.’ Mum said and leant down and kissed me on the lips again. This one was more of a movie kiss, there was no tongue, but she lightly closed her lips on mine then opened her mouth twice before breaking the kiss. My hard on was straining in my jeans, it was beginning to get uncomfortable. She looked down at me with a grin on her face.

‘What?’ I asked.

‘Got a nice grip?’ I honestly hadn’t realised, but in the 5 seconds that mum had leant in and kissed me, both my hands had slid down her body and were currently cupping her arse. Once I realised, I didn’t want to suddenly let go like they weren’t supposed to be there, as it might seem odd to everyone else, so I, very slowly and cool as you like, just brought them back up to the small of her back.

‘That’s better, young man!’ she whispered.

Sorry mum, I got carried away, but can you blame me? I forgot who you were for a second, you keep kissing me!’ I whispered back.

‘Control yourself, we’re in company!’ She said back.

‘Don’t mind us,’ Sally said, ‘You 2 are cute, you haven’t let go of each other the whole time we’ve been here!’

‘Well, he’s going to have to now,’ mum replied, ‘I need to use the ladies room.’ She wiggled out of my grip and turned towards the girls looking for a sign on the wall indicating where to go.

‘I’ll come too,’ Sally said.

‘Yea, me too.’ Said Becky. And with that the girls moved through the thinning crowd and I watched mum’s arse in her tight dress, as she walked away. The 2 guys moved closer.

‘Damn, you’re a lucky guy, where did you meet Bunny?’ Will asked.

‘Online,’ I lied, ‘on an app called Mingle, but don’t tell her I said that, she doesn’t like people knowing for some reason, she usually makes up some story.’ I’m a genius. I figured if mum was asked the same question, it wouldn’t matter what corny romantic story she made up about our eyes meeting from across a room, I had covered all bases in that regard.

‘Never heard of it, but I’ll look it up if all the women look like her!’ he said and smiled.

‘No, I lucked out there, she’s one in a billion!’

‘We were thinking of moving on, you guys want to tag along?’ Colin asked.

‘I’ll see, what Bunny says, got to check with the missus!’ I said holding my palms out and shrugging my shoulders.

‘Ha, under the thumb, eh?’ Will said.

‘Not at all, just a considerate husband and the benefits of being considerate are, well, considerable.’ They both laughed. ‘She might want to get home and show me some of that consideration and I don’t want to deny her, so I better check before committing to anything!’

‘Fair enough, maybe I should try that consideration thing, Becky might want to show me some of it in the car park!’ Will said. We Laughed just as the girls reappeared.

‘What are you guys laughing at?’ mum asked as she maneuvered herself back in position between my legs.

‘Oh Will was just saying how much he liked Becky, we were just joking that he didn’t stand a chance with her!’ I said. Becky fixed me with a challenging stare.

‘Oh yeah? Well, as it happens, I think he might get lucky tonight.’ Then she grabbed his chin and tip toed so she could kiss him. We all watched and ‘wooed’. Now THAT was a kiss, she didn’t hold back, I could see her tongue going into his mouth and initially Will seemed quite surprised, then he got into it. They made out for about 10 seconds. Then she broke the kiss and raised her eyebrows.

‘Beat that!’ she said.

‘Sorry, he’s not my type.’ I replied. She laughed, but Sally immediately accepted the challenge and pulled Colin towards her. They made out for twice as long, she practically checked his tonsils with her tongue. Then she broke the kiss.

‘I win.’ She said and sipped her drink. ‘You 2 won’t beat that!’

‘I don’t know Sal, I bet they can.’ Becky said. I was getting worried. Firstly how would we back down out of this challenge and still save face? It was one thing giving my mum light pecks on the lips, but making out with her, I’d have to think quickly. Secondly, that I didn’t cum in my jeans, there and then! But before I knew what was happening, she’d turned towards me and lowered her face to mine, with a look in her eye saying, ‘Just go with it!’

Our lips met, I opened my mouth slightly and mum mirrored me. It was very tender. She closed her mouth on my top lip and sucked gently. Then she opened her mouth and seemed to freeze for a second, like she was making a decision, then I felt her tongue in my mouth flicking at mine. I offered my tongue to her and they intertwined. I pulled her towards me and my hands slid back down her body and cupped her arse again. I was full on making out with my mum. This wasn’t a peck, or a movie kiss, I was currently battling my mother’s tongue for occupation of her mouth and to be fair, I was losing!

She tilted her head the other way and held her mouth open as her tongue lightly flicked at mine. I edged forward in my seat, pushing my erection into her belly and pulling her towards me. I wanted to grope her tits, but we were in public and I didn’t want to be vulgar. Well, more vulgar than we already WERE being!!

Time seemed to stand still, I couldn’t remember what day it was at this point! We could have been kissing for a couple of hours, but more likely it was only a few seconds.

As it turned out it was more than 20, because as we slowly separated our tongues from each other and looked sternly into each others eyes, Sally said.

‘OK, fine, YOU win! But no fair, you’re married, you’ve had a lot more practice with each other.’ If only she knew, that was our first real kiss together. I could barely hear anything else, at that moment, only mum and I were in the room. We were staring, silent, into each other’s eyes. Then gradually the room came back into focus and the ambient volume back to normal levels.

‘Wow.’ Is all I could muster.

‘Wow, indeed.’ Mum replied and leant forward and kissed my cheek.

‘Well, I was going to get a round in, but I can’t really stand up at the minute.’ I said to the group.

‘I can feel,’ Mum said and kissed my forehead again. I realised I was still cupping her arse cheeks and pulling her on to me. I released my grip and playfully slapped her arse.