Summer Days
Written by Nightingale
In the twentieth year of my age, I started to notice my mother as a woman. Apart from being a lovely mother, her forty-year-old figure had the slenderness and curves that any woman would die for. As much as they tried, the business suits and conservative dresses she used to wear could not hide her fine chest, slender waist, round, tight behind or her shapely legs. Her pretty face and black hair ware for all to see, me included.
I was back from the university for the summer break with nothing at my hands but time, and I spent much of it at home. With time, my mother seemed to forget how attractive she was. I thought I would remind her of that. Being most of the time at home, it was easy for me to help her around the house and throw her generous compliments whenever the occasion called for, hoping for the best.
On one Saturday evening, I had no plans. My father was out somewhere and my mother was at home, apparently free, sitting on a couch in the living room. So I took the chance.
Nightingale
August 1994
Presents
Summer Days
"Mom, what do you say, you dress up and we go out and have dinner?" I suggested.
"You go ahead, Nick, have some fun and never mind me."
"I am going to have fun but so are you, Mom." I said, pulling her to stand up. "You worked all week long, its time you relaxed and had yourself a good time." I said, steering her toward her bedroom. "Come on, Mom, dress up as if you have a date, while I do the same, and I will wait for you here."
She put on a nice black dress, not so conservative, showing a little cleavage, and just a little thigh.
I whistled and said, "Now you look almost as gorgeous as you really are, let's go."
We took her car, I was driving. I took her to a romantic restaurant, with candles and music. When we entered she said, "This place looks so romantic."
"I knew you would not like a noisy place." I countered.
We had our romantic dinner while slow music played. When a good song started, I took her hand saying, "May I have this dance, milady?"
She was too surprised to refuse. With my arms around her waist and hers around my neck, we danced.
"I am sure everyone here envies me for dancing with the prettiest lady." I whispered, being careful not to leave her space to develop any negative thoughts about herself.
"Mom, you are so lovely and beautiful, it's an honor and privilege to be with you. I am very grateful. I want you to have the best evening you can. I am so happy when you are. Always take the time to relax, enjoy yourself and have fun."
"I am so flattered, son. You are so sweet."
"Honey is sweeter," glancing briefly at her lips.
In the course of dancing my hands "accidentally" slipped down to her hips then I quickly "remembered" that I should not do that. I repeated that for a couple of times, in the last time squeezing her ass just a bit. This way I could safely get the message across that I am attracted to her without embarrassing her and also paving the way for her to reply to my message with a "mistake" of her own.
"Sometimes for a second I forget that you are my mother, I only remember that I am dancing with a gorgeous lady. That's how beautiful you are."
This leaves no doubt with her about my feelings, without risking rejection or any bad feelings. Now I wanted to let her know that I am on top of things and she is safe.
"But I am glad you are my mother. Because no other woman can make me feel this good. I only hope you feel as good as you make me feel. I feel good because being with you for the evening is like having two great evenings at the same time. One great evening is being with my loving mother, and the other is being with my lovely lady. It's great to be with you, Mom."
I kissed her a kiss that was difficult to decide whether it was on the cheek or on the neck and whether it was innocent or not so innocent. That let her own feelings decide. And decide they did as she unwittingly pressed her chest against mine just a little bit more than she should.
So much for dancing. I thanked her and suggested that she might enjoy a quiet walk near the lake. She was agreeable.
So we drove to the lake and then had a walk hand in hand. "Most people would think I am acting a little strangely," I said, "but you know I am only trying to treat you as good as you deserve. Please pardon my incompetence and just have fun." I said it to dismiss any suspicions she might have and elicit acceptance for anything I might do later on.
"Oh, don't say that!"
The lake was beautifully moonlit, making a fantastic view with lazy waves caressing its surface, so romantic. After a while I said, "Do you know that you are a little cheated, but there's nothing I can do about it?"
She looked questionably. I continued, "Well, we share the same view, but you are part of my view, making it so much more beautiful than it could be without you."
"Oh, come on, Nick, you are so sweet," she replied. "Your company and sweet words are really what counts to me. And if it makes you feel better, I am really having a great time."
"Thank Goodness," I said as I kissed the palm of her hand a controversial kiss. "That's my greatest reward."
We walked a little more near the lake and then we drove home. My father was still not home, my sister was nowhere to see.
I walked mother to her bedroom door. "I just have had the greatest evening ever," I said. "I hope you have enjoyed yours, Mom."
"That was a wonderful evening, Nick, thank you."
"You deserve the best, Mom," I replied, looking into her eyes. Then slowly I moved my eyes down to her lips, getting my face slightly closer to her as I let my lips move the slightest movement in a subtle hint. Her lips moved a little bit more than mine and her face moved closer to mine. I took her in my arms and we shared our first explicit kiss with a little bit of tongue to be both rewarding and promising.
"Good night, Mom," I said. "I hope we can do it again next Friday night."
"It's a date," she replied. "Good night, Nick."
Second Date
In the following week, I followed up with my help and compliments as before. I started to stare at mom's chest, legs or ass just long enough for her to notice that I was attracted to her, but not long enough to make her feel as a sex object. In this time, I tried harder to find occasions to make her feel appreciated as a human being and a mother, to keep things balanced, like buying her a gift or showing respect and earnestness where desired. If we were alone and she was a little playful, I would pat or grab her ass in a playful way that looked okay but delivered the message intact.
She was responding to my campaign. It showed on the way she dressed, as her dresses, especially at home, got shorter and tighter little by little. I did not keep it a secret that I liked that and appreciated her beauty and her fine taste in dresses and that she started to dress in a way that does her more and more justice. As the days went by, I reminded her that today was Wednesday or Thursday, to keep her thinking and anticipating.
The dress she put on for Friday night revealed, among other things, that she now believed in her beauty and that she cared about pleasing me. I left her hanging in anticipation of a compliment as we walked to the car silently. In the car, she was ready to accept anything I say.
"That's a gorgeous dress worthy of the tasteful and gorgeous woman you are," I started. "While it won't get you arrested for being too revealing, I may lose control and get us arrested. Let's have a good luck kiss."
Without giving her a chance to respond, I was picking up my first delicious kiss of the evening, right in the garage, setting the norm for the evening. As we probed each other's mouth, I took her right hand and placed it on my clothed hardening cock and then placed my own hand over her right tit, partly covered with her thin dress. I could feel her excited nipple pop up. It was only fair to give the other tit the same treatment. Then we drove to a restaurant, chatting aimlessly. Sometimes I would stroke her inner thigh or she would stroke mine.
We exchanged meaningful hints and gestures throughout dinner. Then I took her right hand. I kissed her palm gently, then sucked her fingers one by one, starting by her thumb and ending with her little finger. Slowly, tantalizingly, I sucked. Then I formed a sort of a slit with her thumb and forefinger, leaving her forefinger sticking out more than the thumb as it naturally would. I licked around her two fingers outlining the slit, then flicked my tongue over the tip of her forefinger. Then I licked up and down that slit and occasionally pressed my tongue between her fingers. Next, I closed my lips around the tip of her forefinger and sucked on it, flicking my tongue on it. Then I removed my mouth and rubbed the back of my forefinger along her two fingers. I gently eased my forefinger in the slit between her fingers and moved it in and out, repeatedly. All that time, I was looking at her face. At first, she blushed slightly, then her look gradually turned mischievous.
When I finished, I suggested, "Are we ready for our dance, madam?"Her answer was not verbal.
On the dance floor, I said, "As we dance, we will continue to soak your panties more and more," Sliding my hands down to her ass, I continued, "It is exciting, isn't it?"
I stroked her ass lightly until it was time she felt my hard-on against her. I kneaded her buns gently as she humped against me somewhat shyly.
"That guy, while dancing with his girl, he has his eyes fixated on the hottest ass around. Shall we make it worth his while? After all, it will help soak your panties even more! But we will make the show private for him." Saying so, I maneuvered us so that the crowd was now behind me and the guy moved around to keep his eyes on the target.
"I will pull your dress up very slowly just to show him a hint of your panties that will soon be soaked." I proceeded to do just that.
I pulled her dress up some more. "Now he's looking at the back of your panties as they get wetter and wetter."
"Would it harm if we bunched those soaked panties into your crack and let him see more of the beautiful ass that you must be proud to have, and prouder to show? It's obviously much prettier than his date's. Let's tease him a little! Let's let him feel the envy and teach him not to look at lovely asses that belong to other men."
Humping my bulge must have given her some extra courage and we did it. "I am sure he wishes that he could put his hands on your firm flesh and squeeze and stroke," as I enacted that. "But he only wishes!"
"I think your panties are now wet enough, shall we go?" I pulled her dress back down and we did.
As we drove away, I said, "If you knew what we are going to do now, I am sure your wet panties will get even wetter. But probably you should not know. If your panties got any wetter, they probably will take days to dry, and they probably will smell of sex for ever. Even this wet, you will probably not be able to get rid of the sex smell they have. Anyway, it's a loss to waste that sexy smell. I would love to enjoy that smell any time." I continued among those lines to maintain her sexual readiness until I reached a secluded spot by the lake. It was about full moon, the moon rising in the East.
"Of course you can't go home in soaked panties. We will take care of them here." I opened her door, she got out of the car and I let her bend over the car so that the moon was behind her and she looked toward the lake. I pulled her dress up over her hips and bent over, sticking my face between her haunches. "Oh, baby, that surely smells good," I took the crotch of her panties between my teeth and sucked on it, "and tastes even better." I pulled her panties slowly down her legs to her knees and kissed the backs of her knees.
Looking at her moon lit moons, I said, "Needless to say that the view I have here is more beautiful than the one you are looking at." The moon lit lake was gorgeous as the moon rays danced over the gentle waves, but not as gorgeous as the ass I admired.
Putting my hands on her butt cheeks, I remarked, "So this is the pretty ass that guy beat me to see? Well, but he can't see it naked, touch it, feel it, kiss it, smell it and do wild things to it like me."
I showered the cheeks of her butt with kisses. I dragged my tongue slowly up her crack from her clit to her tailbone. "Delicious." Then I spent a few seconds licking her juicy pussy and then a few more licking her sensitive anus, which twitched enough at the touch to signal its virginity. I divided my time between her pussy and ass, starting with short licks and building up the time to get her virgin asshole to get used to the attention and relax in its own time.......(cont)
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