6 comments/ 147650 views/ 19 favorites Datenight By: momscigs The morning had been a hectic one and, by the time Jean Westin first had the chance to glance up at the clock on the wall of her lavish office, it was already 10:30. "No wonder I'm getting antsy," she chuckled ruefully to herself. "It's time for a smoke break!" Swiveling around in her desk chair, she leaned toward the credenza and picked up her purse. Opening it, she extracted a soft pack of Benson & Hedges Gold100's and an ornate gold butane lighter and slipped them into the pocket of her suit-jacket. Grabbing her coffee mug from its perch on the corner of her desk, she headed out into the corridor. Her three-inch heels clicked smartly on the marble floor of the wide hallway until she stopped at the office of Kaylee MacIntyre. The door was part-way open, and Jean rapped twice with her knuckles on the oak panel, then stuck her head around the edge of the door-frame. "It's past time, Kay," she called softly. "You ready?" "Past ready, hon!" the comely brunette behind the large desk grinned, looking up at her. "Just let me get my cigarettes, and I'll be right with you!" It took Kaylee only a moment to lift the pack of Salem 100's out of a desk-drawer. Then, mug in hand, she joined her friend in the hallway. Both women made a brief stop in the coffee room, to refill their mugs and add the requisite creamer and sweetener, and then made a beeline for the executive balcony. The wide, saltillo-tiled area was furnished with half a dozen wrought-iron bistro tables, complete with umbrellas to ward off the harsh southern California summer sun, and the railing that looked eighteen floors down to the busy street was lined with planters and potted shrubs. At that hour of the morning, the balcony was vacant, and so they grabbed the nearest table and seated themselves. Each took a moment to extract a cigarette from her pack, light up, and pull in a huge drag of smoke. "So, anything new happening with you, Jean?" Kaylee asked, her words punctuated with bursts of exhaled smoke. "Yeah as a matter of fact, I am never going out on a date with another man as long as I live. That asshole last night only had one thing on his filthy mind and that was to see how fast he could get me in the sack. I'm disgusted with creeps like that and they're everywhere. What is this world coming to?" "Oh honey! I know what you mean. I'm lucky I found Byron all those many years ago. He's one in a million, for sure!" "One in BILLION, you mean! I had a great husband, and you know he was stolen from me by a damned drunk driver five years ago. I didn't even think about dating for three years and, ever since then, it's been the same thing. Horny bastards who've slept with who knows how many women -- or men, for that matter -- wanting only to stick their dick in my cunt, shoot their wad and split! I'm past dating anymore. I need love and a serious relationship." Jean took a long drag from her cigarette and held it so long that her exhale was practically nonexistent, waiting for Kaylee to respond. "So, what are you going to do Jean?" the brunette ventured. "Just sit at home and pleasure yourself? Oh. I'm sorry! I shouldn't have said that. Please forget I said that, hon. What I meant to say is, you're only fifty-seven and don't look a day over forty. Maybe you need to pick from a different group of men. Younger men." "Huh? You mean inexperienced, immature, overgrown boys? How could you even suggest such a thing? For one thing, with all the nubile young flesh strutting around, what younger man would even notice a woman our age? The idea is ridiculous!" Jean retorted. Glaring across the table at the other woman, Jean stabbed her cigarette out in the ashtray and stood to leave. "Wait, hon," Kaylee pleaded. "I don't think you understood what I meant. Please, give me a chance to explain?" Jean shrugged her shoulders reluctantly and slumped back into her chair, dipping a hand into the pocket of her jacket for her Benson & Hedges. Tapping one loose from the pack, she deftly slid it one-handed between the first two fingers of her left hand and brought it to her lips while her right hand pocketed the pack and returned with the lighter. "This better be good." she mumbled around the filter of her cigarette, then clicked the lighter into life and puffed deeply. "It's sort of complex," Kaylee began, pausing to draw deeply on her Salem. "I wasn't talking about twenty-year-old frat boys. I was thinking somewhat older. Let's face it, honey -- we're on the disadvantage, at our age. Logic dictates that we look for men about our own age, right?" Jean nodded, briefly, taking another long puff of her cigarette, and waited for Kaylee to continue. "Well, that's where the problem lies. Most men in their fifties are either happily married, or unhappily divorced. Granted, there are a few men who are unhappily single due to the untimely death of their spouses but, since women tend to outlive men, that's the exception, rather than the rule. The men who are still happily married are the ones we're really looking for, because they're the good ones. The ones who are divorced? Well, some of them are divorced because their wives cheated on them. But, why did the wives cheat? Was hubby a workaholic, too busy to be what she needed, in a husband? Or were the men the ones who cheated, and got caught? We'll never know, until it's almost too late." She paused, taking a thoughtful last drag from her Salem, extinguished it, and lit another. "Now, the younger men are a bit different story," she went on. "They've got the vitality of youth on their side. That means, if you do get to the point in a relationship where you consider going to bed with a younger man, he can keep going all night long. And many of them, at that age, have never been married, so they're not bringing a lot of divorce baggage into a relationship. Plus, there is one thing that isn't too often discussed." "What's that?" Jean asked. "Well, according to all the psychology books, most men -- at one time in their lives -- had a deep, dark, secret fantasy about making love to their mothers. Men our age tend to have finally outgrown that fantasy, but most younger men still entertain it from time to time. Unfortunately, society tends to frown on incestuous relationships, so the vast majority of these young men never attempt to turn those fantasies into reality. But a beautiful, experienced older woman? She can serve as a nice stand-in for Mom. And, there's the mystery of just what sort of experience this older woman might have had. What 'games' might she be willing to play, in the bedroom?" Jean sat for a few moments, idly puffing at her cigarette, as she let her friend's words percolate in her mind. Some of the rationale, she realized, she had already either heard or read, at some point in her past. "Hmmm, that's something to think about," she finally admitted. "I'm going to have to do a little research on the subject and I'll get back to you. Thanks for the revelation." Jean drove home in her red BMW M6 coupe listening to the smooth jazz XM satellite radio station. She had a good feeling after her chat with Kaylee. She slipped into a comfortable sweatshirt and cut-off jeans and then went straight to her computer and did a web-search for erotic stories of mature women & young men. She hit on a website called Literotica.com and noticed a category for incest / taboo stories. "Now what in the hell? I never even considered the subject. I would never! Absolutely positively no way would I ever consider such a thing!" Still, as she browsed the various story categories, she noted a number following each listing. A bit of investigating revealed the fact that this was the number of stories submitted, in that specific genre of erotic literature. Surprisingly, only 'Erotic Couplings' held more stories than the Incest section. "Apparently, there's a whole lot of people who don't have my reaction to that subject," she murmured to herself as she slipped a Benson & Hedges from the pack and brought it to her lips. "I wonder what they see, in stories of that type? What the hell; I guess it won't do me any permanent harm to read a paragraph or two, and see what it's all about." Selecting the category, she began to browse through the story titles, selecting one at random. It turned out to bee so poorly written that she hit her 'Back' button after reading the first paragraph, and went on to another tale. This one was much more skillfully written, and she read onward. In the end, she read far more than a couple paragraphs. She read several of the stories in their entirety. The last, a lengthy story that detailed a middle-aged mother's agonizingly slow attempt to seduce her son, had her lighting up a cigarette and slipping her cut-offs and panties down around her ankles to make it easier to finger her clit, before she was halfway through the tale. After several minutes of slowly manipulating that pleasure-point, she rose and retreated to her bedroom, returning with her vibrator. A quick test indicated that there was still life in the batteries, and she hope that their charge was full enough to last until she'd finished her reading. She wasn't sure, since she hadn't used the thing in ages. Returning to her computer, she sat down in front of the monitor again, slipped it slowly into her dripping tunnel, and let herself slip back into the story once more. As she continued reading the story she unconsciously found herself inserting her name for the mother and her son's name, Mike, for the son. It added intensity to the story and, in fact, made it seem more real. Without too much effort, she found herself climaxing for the first time in years. "What a revelation!" she thought to herself as the tumult of her orgasm slowly began to subside. "Kaylee, you would freak out if you knew what I was reading. Thank you, girl, for the new direction. And yes, Kaylee, I will sit at home and pleasure myself. At least until I get the nerve to do something about it." Slowly, almost reluctantly, she switched off the vibrator and let it slide from her throbbing pussy. Setting it aside, she reached for her cigarettes once again. "God, I haven't had a smoke after a good climax, in years!" she giggled to herself as she exhaled the first huge drag. Glancing at her watch, she noted the time. It was already nearly eight in the evening! "Time flies, when you're having fun," she chuckled, rising and heading for the kitchen to find something for her dinner. She settled for a modest pre-packaged salad, to which she added a handful of croutons and a little extra dressing. A nearly-full bottle of wine was handy in the cooler, and she added that to her menu, placing the salad, wine, and a goblet on a tray for easier carrying. Her cigarettes and lighter went onto the tray, as well. Lifting the tray, she carried it down the hall to her media room, and placed it on the low coffee table in front of her favorite chair. Lifting the remote, she triggered the fifty-inch plasma-screen television and then aimed the control at the equipment rack, activating the DVD changer. She elected for a random selection, and the result was "Something's Gotta Give", with Diane Keaton, Jack Nicholson, and Keanu Reeves. She'd watched this video before -- several times, in fact -- and was about to see what pressing the 'Random' button again would bring her, when a thought occurred to her. She decided to watch the film again, after all. The scenes where the young Reeves flirted with the significantly older Keaton stuck a chord with her, in light of the erotic tales she'd read only half an hour earlier. "This 'older woman, younger man' thing must be pretty popular, if Hollywood is playing it up so much in the movies," she commented to herself, giggling. "But I'm his mother for crying out loud. I could never really make love with my own son. Could I? I just can't get this idea out of my head. I gotta try. Maybe Kaylee was right. Maybe he does have a secret desire for me and has never been able to confront me because it's so unacceptable in today's society. I can only hope." She refilled her wine glass and was lighting another cigarette when she heard the grandfather clock in the main foyer striking eleven. My, how the evening had flown! "I ought to clean up my dinner mess, and get off to bed," she thought. "Friday will be here too soon, as it is. Boy, do I have things to talk over with Kaylee! And I need to talk with her before the weekend begins!" It only took her a few moments to rinse the salad bowl and deposit it in the dishwasher. Then, wineglass in hand, she headed for her bedroom. She slipped out of her clothes and slid between the sheets, lighting a last cigarette and watching a brief bit of the Tonight Show before shutting off the lights and television and surrendering to sleep -- a sleep that was filled with dreams of a most erotic nature. All too soon, the alarm clock rang and pulled her from a dream in which a husky young man with a face markedly like that of her son, Mike, hovered above her as he repeatedly drove himself deep into her. She rose, lit her usual morning cigarette, stumbling to the kitchen for a cup of coffee, and then back to the bedroom and its attached bath for a quick shower. The images from her dreams returned to haunt her as she took her morning shower. Surrendering to the temptation, she closed her eyes and imagined being pinned to the marble tiles of her large shower-stall by her son, his steel-hard tool being thrust deeply inside her over and over again. She climaxed as the water fell on her face and her shuddering body. Sighing at opening her eyes to find the shower empty save for herself, she grudgingly pulled her fingers from her thick bush of pubic hair. A thought occurred to her, then; something that she recalled reading in several of the Literotica tales. She busied herself for several minutes with the soap and her razor. Eventually, she emerged from the shower, thoroughly clean and wide awake. Grabbing a sip of her coffee, she lit another cigarette and headed back into her bedroom to dress and tend to her makeup. As she applied the cosmetics to her face, she found herself paying particular attention to how her son would perceive her. Her hair was not quite shoulder-length, and sort of salt and pepper with more salt than pepper. She thought it made her look sophisticated and sensually mature. Her skin, though bearing the typical southern California tan, was smooth and without blemish. There were, she found upon closer inspection, just the tiniest traces of laugh-lines at the sides of her mouth and the corners of her eyes, but they added to her overall beauty rather than detracting from it. Her nose was neither too large nor too small, and her hazel eyes looked brightly out of her face as she stared at herself in the vanity table mirror. Yes, her son would certainly find her attractive. Her son! "Yes," she finally admitted to herself as she made her way to the kitchen where she prepared and ate a breakfast consisting of an English muffin with jam and another cup of coffee. "I'm really fascinated by the whole idea of seducing my own son -- of luring him into my bedroom and then spending all night making passionate love with him." "But how in the world can I ever suggest such a thing to him?" she wondered aloud as she swallowed the last bite of her muffin. "How can I go about seducing him? I must be going nuts, to be sitting here, thinking the way I am! That sort of thing doesn't have a snowball's chance in hell, of happening to me. They're just fantasy stories, Jean! Cripes, what is wrong with you? You need to wake up and smell the coffee!" Putting actions to her words, she brought the mug of deep, rich Kona blend to her lips and sipped appreciatively, the aroma wafting into her nostrils to make it a double treat. Still, though, the lurid images of herself and her son, wrestling naked on her bed-sheets, would not leave her alone. It wasn't until she lit her after-breakfast smoke, however, that the idea popped fully-developed into her head. Her face took on a magnificent smile and she heaved a sigh of total relief. She knew just how to go about broaching the subject to her son. "These things must be done delicately," she allowed herself to cackle as she voiced the dialogue line from The Wizard of Oz. "Or it ruins the spell!" And it was, indeed, a spell -- of sorts -- that she intended to cast over her son. After all, who knew better what buttons to push, on a boy, or how to push them, than his mother? The drive to the office was over almost before Jean realized she'd guided her BMW out of her driveway, so preoccupied was she with her planning for the coming weekend. She'd left for work early, hoping to catch her girlfriend before the official start of the workday. She rode the elevator up to the eighteenth floor with a degree of anxious anticipation she hadn't experienced in years, and stopped at her own office for just long enough to drop off her briefcase and pick up her mug. Then, it was off to Kaylee's office. Sure enough, the statuesque brunette was already at her desk, sifting through a stack of papers. Jean slipped into the office and quietly closed the door behind her. "Kay, you need to come to the balcony with me. Now!" she said, an urgent note in her voice. "I'm dying for a smoke, and I have GOT to talk to you!" "Sure hon. Let's go!" Kaylee responded. She grabbed her cigarettes and coffee and followed Jean out to the executive balcony. Fortunately -- at least from Jean's point of view -- very few of the staff ever came in early, on Fridays. Thus, the balcony was again empty, save for the two of them. "What's up?" Kaylee asked anxiously. Then, the memory of their previous day's conversation came t her mind, and she narrowed the focus of her interrogation. "Have you got a date with some cute young guy, already? Tell me!" Jean paused while digging her Benson & Hedges pack from her purse, selecting a cigarette, and lighting up. Kaylee had only suggested that she look into dating a somewhat younger man. The transformation of that notion, into one of having a sexual relationship with her own son, had occurred in Jean's own thoughts. Not knowing her friend's thoughts, regarding incest, she sought to keep certain details of her plan totally a secret, even from Kaylee. "Well, it's like this," she began, allowing a hint of a wicked smile to cross her lips. "I did a lot of web surfing, last night. I found some factual articles, and some pieces of fiction, about older women dating younger men and, I must admit, the whole idea has a lot going for it. The thing is, I'm a bit apprehensive about just diving into this. The 'older woman, younger man' bit is getting pretty popular, but there are apparently still some stodgy old fogies who are traditionalists, and don't like the idea -- enough so that they make wisecracks when they see such a couple out on a date. So, what I've decided to do is set up a 'practice date'. Not with a new boyfriend; not yet. I'll go out with someone I already know, who'd be willing to go out on the town with me for an evening. That way, I can get a feel for what it would be like, you know -- see people's reactions to my being out on the town with a young man on my arm." "Sounds like a great idea, Jean," Kaylee nodded, her smile slightly puckered as she vented a thick cone of smoke into the light morning breeze. "You won't have the worries about what comes later -- the whole bedroom thing -- to deal with, if it's only a practice date. I agree, you're bound to run into at least a few individuals who ain't up with the times. But who will you get, to go on this practice date with you? Do I know him?" "I was thinking of asking my son, Mike. He's not seeing anyone, at the moment, so I wouldn't be interfering with his social life. And I'm sure he'd go along with it, just to make sure his mom will be comfortable with taking on a boy-toy." Datenight "I've never met him," Kaylee mused, taking another long drag from her Salem, "But I've seen that photo of him that you have, in your office. He's quite the young hunk! And, after hearing all the things you've said, over the years, about how devoted he is to you, I'm sure he'd be willing to play the 'boy-toy' angle up to the hilt, if you ask him. He'd act totally romantic with you, and you can really have a chance to gauge other people's reactions to you. I bet you two will have a great time, together!" Kaylee vented her exhale and took a step closer to Jean, leaning in for a conspiratorial whisper. "The night might even end better than you're planning, if you're really lucky!" "What do you mean?" Jean asked. "Well, you remember what I told you, about most boys having that secret fantasy of making love to their mothers? I wonder if your Mike has ever entertained that fantasy, about you? I find that idea very erotic! How about you?" "Kaylee Elizabeth MacIntyre!" Jean hissed in a hoarse whisper, trying to appear shocked and horrified at her friend's lurid suggestion. Inwardly, though, she cringed and hoped that Kaylee didn't notice. "You could do worse, honey," Kaylee murmured, still leaned in close. "What would be so wrong in the two of you finding that sort of comfort in each other, even if it's only for one night? After all, you said that you were done with dating for simple sex -- that you wanted a deeper, loving sort of relationship with a man. Here's your chance. Go for it!" "Not with my Mike," Jean shook her head, trying to make her movements appear wistful. "He's too clean-cut for that sort of thing. He's got a great career in the aerospace industry, and is paid quite well for what he does. I can't see him being willing to jeopardize all of that for a 'bit of strange' with me, even if he does still have that fantasy flitting around in his brain. I'm sure he'd be willing to put his arm around me when we're walking, and even cuddle with me when we're at the restaurant -- if we can get one of those wrap-around booths. Hell, I'm kinda looking forward to that sort of thing, myself. I might even let him kiss me, if the mood strikes us. But sex with my son? No way!" "Way!" she thought to herself, in the same instant. "Hell, why don't I just go ahead and tell her that this whole 'practice date' thing is my little plot to seduce Mike into taking me to bed. It's obvious that the notion of me going to bed with my own son turns Kaylee on, so she'd dig the whole plan, for sure! Hell! She put the idea into my brain to start with. But, then, there's the notion of plausible deniability. If anything goes the slightest bit wrong, and word gets back to our bosses, she can't tell what she's never truly heard from me. And, after all, I do have to maintain a certain air of decorum, don't I? Of course!" "Suit yourself, then," Kaylee sighed. "If you want to turn down that chance, it's no skin off of my nose. Still, don't be surprised if -- during one of those kisses you're contemplating -- he slips you a little tongue-action!" "He damned well better be slipping me some tongue-action!" Jean thought, and it took all the effort she could manage, just to keep the wicked smile from taking over her lips as she dwelt on the notion of a little tongue-duel with her son. Fortunately, Kaylee was going on, not at all seeing the expression on her friend's face. "So, what's your Mike like?" the brunette was asking as she lit a second Salem 100. "I mean, I haven't seen him since he was in high school, but the way you talk about him, I get this picture of someone about six feet tall, two hundred pounds, and built like a linebacker for the NFL." "I wish," Jean giggled. "He's only five-feet-eight, and weighs in at around one-seventy. But he actually is a bit buff, for all of his size. His employer has a company gym, and he works out at least three days a week, so he keeps in good shape. And you can see, from that photo in my office, what a handsome devil he is!" "You two will be the envy of anyone who sees you together!" Kaylee predicted. "When do you plan to spring this deal on him?" "I'll call him tonight, right after I get home from work, and invite him over for dinner," Jean replied. "It'll be a nice, casual atmosphere. I'll explain what I've been going through, on the dating front, and then let him hear my idea about the practice date. It won't be like it's the first time we've gone out together for an evening, because we've done that plenty of times. The big difference, on this planned date, will be that I'll want him to call me by my first name, and hold hands with me, and in all other ways act as though he's madly in love with me." "I'm sure he'll enjoy the part," Kaylee chortled. What she didn't say, at least aloud, was "And I bet he'll be figuring out how to get you into bed before the two of you finish dessert!" "Well, it's almost eight o'clock," Jean sighed. " I suppose we ought to head back to our offices and at least put in the appearance of working. Thank God it's Friday!" "Yeah," Kaylee agreed reluctantly, taking a hasty double-pump from her Salem and looking at the last inch or so of un-smoked tobacco with a degree of wistful longing. "It wouldn't do, to get fired, now would it?" The women both took huge last drags, butted their cigarettes, and regretfully headed indoors to face the workday. For both, it would be a formidable task. Jean would find herself, at the oddest moments, staring at a paper on her desk but actually seeing images of frenetic love-making with her handsome son. Kaylee, though happily married, would periodically be allowing herself the vicarious thrill of picturing such a heated coupling in her mind, as well. Twenty miles away Mike sat in his home office talking on his cell to his best friend Jordy. "Hey Jordy, my man, I just wanted to call you and thank you again for ratting out that wench I thought was going to be my partner for life. I can't believe we were getting married in a couple weeks and she's out bangin' some other guy and had the unmitigated GALL to say it was because we weren't married yet. What? She doesn't get the concept of an engagement? Stupid slut. I'm glad this happened now instead of after we were hooked up!" "Hey man, no problem. I'm sure you would have done the same for me. How's things going now? You out shopping for a new babe? It's Friday night and that means party night, right?" "You got it buddy. I'm going to be checking out the night clubs and looking for the right one this time!" After they hung up Mike wanted to relieve some tension before looking for ladies so he wouldn't look too obviously horny. He got on the computer and surfed some websites and watched a few porn videos. He wasn't getting very horny checking out the hot young babes like he always did. In fact he found it rather boring. So he scanned the categories listed on a website and decided to peruse the category of mature women. Even granny videos! "Whoa! Wait just a damned minute here. Let me check this out!" He saw a video of a woman who looked a lot like his mother, Jean. He immediately lit up a cigarette and slowly stroked his stiff member. The more he watched the more he thought about his Mom and the hornier he got. Then he shot his load and stubbed out his smoke and sat back in his chair trying to catch his breath. "Oh MAN! That was different! I haven't thought about making it with Mom since I was seventeen. Younger maybe! Damn that was hot! Now I don't know if I even want to go out tonight. I'll stay here and do that again. A couple more times, even!" Then the phone rang. He picked it up and answered and heard his mother's voice. "Son if a BITCH!!" he thought, "I can't believe the timing. Why would Mom be calling me just as I was fantasizing about her?" "Mike, this is your dear loving mother. How are you? I hope you're not busy tonight. I wanted to ask you a favor." "Oh sure Mom. Life stops when you need me. I'm always available to you, for anything. Any time, anywhere. I love you!" "I love you too sweetheart. No mother could ask for a better son. So, I was wondering if you would accompany me to dinner tonight. I will give you my reasons when you get here to pick me up. Say around 7ish?" "Absolutely! I'll be there. I wasn't doing anything important and was probably going to be bored to tears." It wasn't even noon yet and Mike sat back and smiled. Then he began to reminisce about how he used to fantasize about his mother smoking and why he even started smoking. "I remember when I first got the desire to smoke. I watched Mom take a long drag and that ball of smoke hovering in her mouth just suddenly vanished and when she blew that stream of smoke out with her eyes closed I knew she was enjoying the hell out of it and I wanted to experience what she was experiencing. When she left the room that gold soft pack of Benson & Hedges 100s, the light reflecting off the celphane, had a few cigarettes poking out of it and it was like it called out to me. It demanded I sneak a cigarette and try it and when I did I knew I loved it right from the very first one." And then there was the sexual arousal. I always got turned on when I saw women smoking. Any woman. But especially Mom. Then one day I confessed to Mom I was stealing packs from her cartons. She said she knew and it was no big deal. But then I had to ask her if I was normal to get aroused sexually just from smoking cigarettes. Or am I weird or sick because I can't help getting aroused when I watch a woman smoke, even Mom. And she said for many people the thrill of smoking at first can have that effect and no, it's not sick and I would probably grow out of it eventually. That was a long time ago and I must say, I have not grown out of it but instead it's become more intense than ever." Mike got a hard on just thinking about that and he took out his pack of Benson & Hedges 100s and lit one and went back to viewing videos of women who resembled his mother. Later he stumbled onto Literotica.com and read some stories about incest. As he read he smoked and stroked imagining him being with his Mom tonight and dreaming he could have her in bed and she would want him to make passionate love with her. He kept reading and as the story reached it's climax, so did he! He blew a huge wad and then relaxed. He came out of his euphoria and back to reality and thought, "Now let's not get too crazy here. I'm sure Mom would never consider making love with me and that's just the truth of the matter. And I certainly wouldn't even broach the subject. So I might as well forget about it and concentrate on being a charming, perfect gentleman." At seven o'clock sharp Mike pulled his Lexus RX350 into his mother's driveway and went up and tapped on the door. "Come on in baby. I'm so glad you came." They sat in the living room and Jean lit up her cigarette. She was acting just a tad nervous. Mike lit himself one, too. And wouldn't you know it, his cock started throbbing to life. Of course! "Well Mom, I made us a reservation at Ruth's Chris Steakhouse. It's not until 8:30 so we have some time to chat. What is it you wanted to tell me? Why do you want me to take you to dinner? I mean it's fine. I don't need a reason. I love going to dinner with you. My treat, of course!" "Honey, it's this dating thing I've been going through. I have tried quite a few times but every guy I meet is only interested in taking me to bed. I'm tired of those types and I thought, well, a friend of mine at work suggested I try dating a younger man. They might be more inclined to be charming and romantic. I want to feel loved before giving myself to a man for, well, you know." "Aw Mom, you're a beautiful woman and I can see why men would want to take you for a roll in the hay. You have a natural sensuality and elegance about you." Mike blushed after saying that but immediately returned to normal. "Baby, your just saying that because I'm your mother and you love me. But I'll take it. Thank you for the glowing compliments. I love you, too. So anyway, I wanted to go out with you because we will be comfortable with each other and I want to gauge people's reactions to a more mature woman dating a younger guy. Most of society frowns on that type of relationship and if I feel comfortable with you then I will have an idea of what it would be like to be out with a young man." "Well then, I'm your man! But we want to be careful to use our names and not have me calling you Mom or you calling me son. Then you would really be getting some odd looks. So. I'm game. Let's get going and have a great dinner together." They pulled up to the Ruth's Chris Steakhouse and were escorted to reserved seats with the waiter already there to cater to their every whim. Candle light, soft romantic music from violinists roaming around and a cozy ambience brought them comfort and relaxation. They sat out on the patio in plush leather seats. They ordered rib eye with loaded baked potato and salad with red wine, Château Greysac, Médoc, from Bordeaux, France. Long stem crystal glasses filled to the brim. They ate mostly in silence save for the occasional Mmmmm, awesome and Oh, this is fantastic. The waiter took away their plates and refilled their wine glasses. Jean reached for her purse and Mike knew immediately what was coming. As she pulled out her gold soft pack of Benson & Hedges 100s he pulled out his butane lighter. Jean put her long all white cigarette between her red lipstick coated lips and he held the flame out to her and she lit it up. "Thanks for the light, kind sir!" she said sensually with a deep throaty voice. Mike got a twinge of arousal from that. As she dragged on the cigarette she let go of it and it glowed red and then she took it between her 2 fingers and snap inhaled and held it for what seemed an awfully long time before she exhaled a slow stream of smoke upwards. Then Mike had to light one up. Jean was thinking she had a little too much wine. She felt a giddy and light headed. But she liked the feeling. Sort of floating and happy. Mike took care of the bill and tip and they headed out to the BMW. Sitting behind the wheel Mike asked Jean if she would like to go dancing at a nightclub. "I'd love to go dancing with you but I don't feel like going to a club. First of all you can't smoke in them and when you go out on the dance floor someone takes your table. Let's go to my house and we can dance out on the patio." Mike realized that would be the best since she would probably smoke more and he loved watching her smoke. "Okay Mom. That's a great idea. More cozy and intimate." Ooops. Did I say that out loud? He thought. They sat at a marble topped table out on the custom stone patio and Jean turns on the sound system. "I know we both love the Beatles, I'll put on my CD collection of Beatles classics. I'm sure he will enjoy it and maybe loosen up a bit." Mike already had a bottle of wine on ice and frosted glasses sitting on the table. There's a light breeze in the warm night air. The ocean is visible beyond the trees in the back yard. Moonlight mixed with the tiki torches burning nearby. The first song to play was The Beatles "Twist & Shout". Jean and Mike twisted and acted crazy and just danced funny together. After the silliness they sat down and Mike poured them some wine and the clinked their glasses together and sipped. "Oh Mike honey, isn't this beautiful? It feels perfect out here tonight. I'm glad you're here with me." "You're right Mom, this night is exquisite and the company couldn't be better." Jean reached for her Benson & Hedges and Mike flicked his lighter and held the flame to her cigarette. She held both of her hands out to meet the flame and with one hand she gently held his hand in hers and with the other she lightly rubbed her finger on his palm while she lit up. She wondered if he would take the subtle hint that she could very easily be talked into bed. Mike thought "Wow Mom, you look so sensual when you smoke. I love watching you enjoy your cigarette. Damn, I'm starting to get a hard on." Then he lit one, too. They sipped their wine and finished their smokes without any conversation as the music played. Then the Beatles started playing "I Saw Her Standing There" and they both got big grins and stood up and did a little rumba. When that song ended "Michelle" came on and they stood in the yard looking over the fence at the ocean. Mike put his arm around his mother's shoulder and gave her a sideways hug. She responded by turning towards him and giving him a kiss. It was a long kiss but just on the lips. Jean was feeling moist and she wanted to make love right now with her only son. Mike sensed that his Mom wanted that kiss to be more than it was. His penis was getting very erect. Then they went and sat down again. They had another glass of wine and a cigarette. "Mom, you know I love you more than anyone else in the world, right?" She nods. "And I have known you longer than any one else in the world. So, I want you to know you can bare your feelings with me, okay?" She smiles and nods again. Then takes a long sexy drag from her long all white cigarette and slowly exhales the smoke into the night air. Then Paul McCartney starts singing "And I Love Her". Mike and Jean's eyes meet and they stand up and start dancing. Only this time they are embracing each other and Mike's hard on is really evident and Jean feels it against her abdomen. She pushed herself tightly into it and they begin to grind their hips together. Mike's face is in her hair and he smells her perfume mixed with the residue of cigarette smoke. Jean's arms are wrapped around him and she's squeezing him tightly. Mike kisses her neck and nibbles on her ear lobe. She moans in a whisper and then they really kiss. Jean's tongue juts into his mouth and finds his tongue and they french for a long time. They pull themselves apart and Jean takes her son's hand and guides him into the house and they land on the couch. Mike unbuttons her top and reaches in and feels his mother's breasts for the first time. She is grabbing at his rear and pulling him towards her. Then she pulls his shirt up over his head and he pulls her top off and undoes the bra and he begins to kiss and lick her breasts. His tongue flicks at the nipples and they grow erect. Jean is moaning out loud now. Mike starts kissing and licking her tummy and moves on down. He pulls her skirt open and her panties next. His tongue finds the pink lips of her vagina buried in a hairy mound and then licks her clit. "Oh my baby! My big strong man! YES! Yes, yes I love it, please don't you dare stop! Oh! Ah! Oh! My God this feels so wonderful! Oh Michael I love you so much." Jean climaxes like she hasn't in a long time. Mike gets up and kisses her and says "Oh Mom, I want to make love with you. Do you want your son inside you Mom? I'm so ready." Jean has a better idea. She knows if he is too ready he will cum too quickly. So she says, "No honey, not just yet. Let's go up to my bed. I know you're a great lover but I want to do one thing first." She had him sit on the end of the bed takes his hard on in her hand and began to stroke it. Just from his mother's touch he almost lost it. The intensity was more than he has ever experienced. Then she put it in her mouth and began sucking it. Licking it up and down and gently cradles his balls in her hand, massaging them and squeezing them lightly. Her lips and tongue are sliding up and down his shaft and he can't wait much longer. Then it explodes in her mouth and she backs off until just the tip of the head is still in her mouth and she draws suction on it until he stops ejaculating. She swallowed every drop. Mike was relieved and relaxed but realizing the situation that here he is actually having sex with his own mother and she wants him as much as he wants her, his erection was still strong. It was actually throbbing. He pulled his mother up onto the bed and laid her down and he mounted her guiding his rock hard cock up to the entrance of her vagina. He's more than ready to put it in but he hesitates. The head of his penis is right between the lips of his mother's vagina. Datenight "Mom, I want to make love with you so badly. Are you sure you're ready for me to put it in you?" "Oh baby, my lover, my son! I need this now more than ever. Please shove it in deep and cum inside your mother! I love you!" Jean was totally sincere. She really wanted her own son to put his hard cock inside of her. The anticipation was extreme. Mike slowly pushed it in. Deeper and deeper until he was all the way in. "Oh Mom, it's perfect! I love it! Oh yes!" "Oh my big strong man you're inside me and it feels so damn good! Oh start pumping me baby. It's perfect, it really is my lover, my son, fuck me now!" He started slowly and gently savoring the feel of the flesh on flesh. How hot she was and so juicy! Then he picked up the pace going faster and faster. Jean met his rhythm and they began pumping harder and faster. Mike was sweating and they were both breathing heavily! [Maybe they ought to quit smoking! ;>) ] "Mom, I'm going to cum. I can't stop it Mommy I'm going to shoot my cum inside you mommy. Oh, oh, oh, oooh, yes, yes, yes!" His cum shot in streams and his orgasm lasted longer than any he has ever had. "Oh my baby, I love your cum inside me. I love you my son. You are the best lover I have ever had. Oh Mike I love you, Mommy loves you baby!" After a minute or so he withdrew his now limp member and laid next to his mother and held her hand in his and they relaxed and he asks, "Mom, was that good or what? Are you okay with what we just did?" She squeezed his hand and said, "Oh honey absolutely yes! I am so glad we made love together and I hope we do it again pretty damned soon. I've never experienced sex that intense and so hot and yet so sweet at the same time, you know what I mean?" "I do Mom, I do! It was the most perfect union of a man and a woman I've ever had. I love you so much Mom. I want to move in with you and we can have sex as often as we want. What do you say?" "I say HELL YES! It was meant to be. It's like we were made to be together in this way. Mother and son as lovers. Hell yes! I love it. I love you baby." She rolled over on top of him and kissed him with their tongues wrestling. Then she sat up and sighed a satisfied sigh and smiled at her naked son. "Honey, would you get me a fresh pack of cigarettes out of my top drawer, please? And light us up one and we can relax for a few minutes." He did as he was asked and when he saw his mother taking a long drag and the cigarette extended from her lips he immediately got a raging hard on. "Just like magic! See Mom, I see you smoke and I'm horny as a jack rabbit ready to go again!" They smoked and chatted and when they finished the smokes Jean rolled over on top of Mike again and grabbed his hard cock and guided it into her and they both groaned in ecstasy. She slid up and down and he reached up and played with her tits and then she climaxed as he came in spurts inside her and then she slumped down and kissed her son and fell over next to him. They slept the night through next to one another naked. In the morning Jean woke up first and went to brush her teeth and clean up a bit. She headed downstairs but paused to admire her naked son sprawled out on the bed still asleep. Then without any clothes on she went to make breakfast. Mike smelled bacon and woke up. He was fully alert and felt renewed. He had a big smile on his face and went to shave and brush his teeth. Then went downstairs. And he was also naked. "Mornin' Mom. Smell delicious! I'm starved!" Jean was very cheerful and light on her feet. She served them a Denver omelet with bacon, 2 pancakes and maple syrup. Orange juice and coffee were their beverages. "Thanks Mom, this is fantastic." Mike is still sitting at the breakfast table while Jean gets up to refill her coffee mug. "Do you think it'll last?" Mike asks her. "Will what last?" "This new aspect of our relationship," he clarifies. "Who can say, baby?" she replies. "One of us could get in a traffic accident on the freeway tomorrow, on the way to work. There's a part of me that very much wants this thing between us to last forever, but there's a part that's sad, too." "Why be sad?" Mike asks. "Well, if you and I stay 'exclusive', for the rest of our lives together, that means you'll never really get married, and I'll never be able to bounce a grandchild on my knee. Every mother dreams about that, you know..." "You're right Mom, and I agree with you. I'm sure something will happen down the line, but for the time being, let's just focus on us and have the most wonderful time of our lives together. What do you say?" Jean grins and with a sparkle in her eyes she says, "Of course lover. This is the most intense and erotic thing to ever happen in my life. I intend for us to have so much sex in so many ways and so often we will never forget it." Mike smiles real big and asks, "So Mom, what in the world brought us to this? How did you know I would even submit to your advances? I've always wanted to bring up the subject but it's so taboo and unacceptable in society, I thought you'd think I was a perverted kook!" "You're never going to believe this. My friend at work, Kaylee, told me most men have a secret desire to make love to their mothers but of course, most never do. I am astounded by what you just said. Amazing! I would never think such horrible things about my only son." Then they practically wolfed their food down and then, "Oh honey, could you go find my cigarettes? I could really use a smoke right now." Mike ran upstairs, opened her dresser drawer with her panties in it and got a pack from her carton and ran back down. Then Jean lit up and Mike watched intently. Her style was so sensual and feminine. He had to light one up, too. Suddenly he was getting an erection. He felt it throb to stiffness and since he was still naked Jean just got a wicked grin and winked. They stubbed out their smokes and they stood up and embraced. She reached down to stroke his rock hard cock. It already had precum dripping out. They licked at each others tongues as they pushed into one another. Mike reached for his mother's breasts and fondled them joyfully. Suddenly Jean pulled away from him... "Last one up is a rotten egg!" she giggled with glee as she ran up the stairs with Mike hot on her tail. They practically jumped into bed and they immediately fucked like there was no tomorrow. After they finished they showered together. Mike was pressing his Mom up against the marble wall as his still erect penis slid in and out of his mother's vagina. After their shower they toweled each other dry and went downstairs. For the whole weekend they had passionate sex almost continuously. They only took breaks to eat and smoke and sleep. On Monday Jean went to work as usual and met Kaylee out on the executive balcony to smoke and chat. "Well Jean, you look like you're on cloud 9. So tell me hon, how did it go on your date with your son, Mike?" "Kaylee, you were right. I have to admit it, you were so right. We had the most wonderful time! I can't begin to tell you how fantastic it was." "What do you mean you can't tell me? If it was so wonderful...oh! I get it. Did you and your son get intimate?" "KAYLEE! You shouldn't ask such questions of your closest friends. But yes, we did. It was thee absolute best sex I have ever had in my entire life!" "Oh Honey, I am SOOooo jealous! I really envy you. Do you think you might share him with me?" "Hell NO! You are my best friend but you're going to have to find your own boy toy! And besides, he's moving in with me this week. We are in love! It's like it was meant to be. It's so right and so perfect. We are both happier than we've ever been." That night Mike and Jean sat at the dining room table discussing their plans for the near and long term futures. "You know that what we have is really special and I never want it to end." Jean was deadly serious. "But we have to maintain a certain decorum for the people we know and work with." "I agree Mom. What are you getting at?" "I think you are going to have to go out on dates with other women, you know, to keep up appearances. I won't mind if it gets sexual either as long as you're very careful about unwanted diseases and such." "Okay Mom. I think I can get around to that eventually. But as long as we have each other, well, I can't say I will be in too big a rush. But hey! If something does present itself and I think it looks promising, I'll jump on it, literally." They laughed and laughed and then sighed. Then laughed again. Mike was walking into his office when a cute young lady walks up to him and asks if this is the design group for special projects. She wore her sandy brown hair in a pixie cut. Her eyes were big and hazel. She couldn't have been more than 5 foot five and a hundred twenty soaking wet. "Yes, this is the place. This is where all the magic happens. And you are...?" "Oh, I'm Jodie and I'm supposed to meet the manager of this department to get my assignment. I'm the new aerospace design engineer." She smiled and her eyes twinkled. Mike suddenly thought this could be interesting. She definitely caught his attention. He set her up in a cubicle with a couple computers, two phones and a little fridge. Then she looked at Mike and said, "Thanks. I can make this a comfortable homey space and be focused on my work. But one question, where can one go to have a smoke break?" Mike's cock perked up at that. She just did NOT look like she would be a smoker. Too innocent, maybe? So cute! "Out there on the balcony are some covered picnic tables and chairs. I go out there quite often myself." Jodie reached into her purse and pulled out a pack of Marlboro Light Menthol 100's. And just to make his penis jump once again, he noticed it was a soft pack. She headed out there and he followed her. She tapped a cigarette out and place it between her lips and had her lighter already flaming and she took the first drag. She didn't let out a little puff and blow it out, she inhaled that first puff and held it for a few seconds before exhaling a little cloud of smoke that drifted away in the wind. Mike lit up one of his Benson & Hedges and they just enjoyed their cigarettes and looked out at the traffic on the street below. It took a couple of months for them to get acquainted enough to start getting personal and social. "I know it is not a good idea to fraternize with management Jodie, but would you like to go to a movie and dinner with me?" "Oh I thought you'd never ask. I was afraid I was going to have to be the aggressor." After the dinner and movie they wound up in Mike's room which just happened to be his mother's house. They got cozy and were in bed and having sex within the first 15 minutes. They became very close friends and Jodie often visited at Jean's and Mike's house. One night they were in the living room enjoying their after dinner cigarettes. Mike was in seventh heaven watching these two very different yet gorgeous women who smoke their cigarettes so sensually. His dick was so stiff he couldn't get comfortable. He saw his mother so erotic in her maturity take a deep puff of her Benson & Hedges with no hands, just the long all white 100 sticking out from between her lips. Then she took it between her fingers and snap inhaled and before exhaling took another puff and held it for what seemed like an eternity before slowly exhaling a long stream of smoke up toward the crystal chandelier. As if in competition, Jodie does the same thing with her Marlboro Light Menthol 100. Mike was beginning to drip juice from the tip of his hard member. He was definitely getting horny in a big way. [pun intended!] He was smoking his cigarette while taking in these sexy sights. Then he politely excused himself to use the facilities at the top of the stairs. Jodie also had to go and went to the powder room by the front entrance. Jean went upstairs and went to the master bath. When Jean and Mike were finished they met at the top of the stairs. "Mom, you are so gorgeous. I love you." "Oh baby, I love you, too. Come give your mother a kiss." And they did kiss. French kissed. Sloppily they kissed. Jodie was at the foot of the stairs watching intently. She became aroused and even reached down to her crevasse and pressed in on it tightly. She was getting moist. Suddenly Jean started down the stairs with Mike right behind. Jodie slipped back into the living room and sat down on a large plush sofa. They all relaxed together and in a while they called it a night and Jodie left and Mike and his mother went to bed. But not to sleep. "Mike, I think you and Jodie are so cute together. Do you like her, I mean, as a friend or something more serious?" She slipped out of her clothes and slid in bed next to her son who was already naked. "Mom, I think she could be the one. I find her to be sincere and pretty and open minded. She also smokes like a sex goddess. She is definitely hot." "You still think I'm hot don't you? I'm a sexy smoker, too, aren't I?" "Oh Mom, of course you are hot and yes you turn me on when you smoke. But right now I want you to climb all over me and rape me!" She did just that. They wrestled around and fondled each other and Mike finally had his rock hard cock in his mother's pussy. They were very passionately humping each other and moaning in ecstasy. Then there was a knock at the bedroom door. They froze! Looking at each other in utter terror, Jean stammered, "Uh, yes? Who is it? Just a minute, I'll be right there." "It's me, Jodie. I forgot my keys in the master bath." And she started opening the door. Mike just about dove into the mattress and covered himself up. Jean stood up with a sheet wrapped around her. Jodie walked in. "Oh, I'm sorry Jean. I didn't realize you were already going to sleep." And she slid past her and retrieved her keys where she conveniently left them earlier that evening. "Where's Mike? I wanted to give him a kiss goodnight." She said as she stared at the big lump in the middle of Jean's bed. "Well, he's in uh, in the . . . uh, . . ." Jean stammered again. "I'm right here Jodie." Mike said popping up from his obvious hiding place. "I was just, you know, tucking my mother in for the night." "Oh Mike! You and your mother are having sex? Really?? Because I saw you two kissing rather passionately after dinner and I have to say in all honesty, I was turned on immediately!" "Oh wow Jodie! That's great. I was worried you would call us perverted and leave me forever." Mike had to get a cigarette and when he lit up so did Jean and Jodie. They sat in silence for a few minutes smoking when Jodie cleared her throat. "Uh Hum. . . I was wondering if you guys were finished with what you were doing before I rudely interrupted. Because if you weren't, I was wondering if I could watch. Can I?" Mike and Jean's eyes met and they both grinned. Mike said. "Well, I think we would agree to allow you to enjoy our show." Jean sat propped up against the headboard and Mike sat next to her. He started to fondle her breasts as the French kissed. Jodie saw lots of tongue action and she also noticed Mike's erect 6 inch rod and she felt her nipples get erect. She squished them between her fingers causing her vagina to drip profusely. Then she rubbed her moist mound with her hand shoved down her denim cut offs. Jean slid down and licked his cock and stuck it in her mouth and began to suck it vigorously. Jodie dropped her drawers and found vibrator on Jean's dresser and cranked it on high and rammed it in and out of her hot juicy love hole. Before Mike could cum, Jean moved back up on top of her son and guided his rock hard penis into her equally hot and juicy vagina. They began to hump away in a quick-time rhythm. Jodie saw this and lost it. She had an intense orgasm and let out a moan. "Ohhh! Oh! I'm cumming, yes, yes!! Oh yes!" Jodie slid down the wall and sat on the floor as mother and son had simultaneous orgasms. Mike's mom said, "It's time for a cigarette! I'm dying for a smoke!" And she grabbed her pack off the night stand and put one between her lips. She flicked her lighter and drew in a full mouthful of creamy white smoke. It started to exit her mouth until she inhaled and it suddenly disappeared. Then she exhaled a long leisurely stream of smoke and was so satisfied she sighed and relaxed. Mike watched her in awe and felt his penis start throbbing to life again. Jodie stood up and sat on the edge of the bed next to mother and son. "Oh, son of a bitch that was the hottest thing I've ever witnessed. Mom and son fucking like there's no tomorrow! Wow, I was so turned on by that! You guys are so lucky to have each other." "I'm so glad you got so hot watching us." Mike said as Jodie lit her cigarette. Now Mike's hard on was fully erect and stiff as he gazed on this innocent looking, yet sensual being with her cute pixie cut hair dragging on that white 100 and enjoying it so. Jean got up from the bed and used the bathroom. When she came back into the room she said, "I would love to watch you two youngsters get it on while I enjoy a couple a cigarettes and use that vibrator on myself. What do you say?" Jodie crawled up next to Mike and they started by frenching and then fondled each other all over. He reached down and put his finger and thumb on her hot button and massaged it. She rolled her self onto her back and pulled him on top of her and had him enter her. They started slowly and steadily increased the pace. Jean was watching and was getting so horny seeing her son fuck a cute young girl. She maneuvered the vibrator with practiced skill and as they reached orgasm she did, too! They had a 3 way in the Jacuzzi and a wrestling match in the family room. Needless to say but Jodie moved in as well and they enjoyed each other's company for a long time.