MY SON SAVED DATE NIGHT by FrameByFrame ,
It was Friday… so date night… but my date stood me up. After my son got home from his own date, he found me sprawled on the sofa, and ended up fucking me to several orgasms… so my date night was saved.
It was a typical Friday morning in my house… and, as usual… I was standing in the open doorway of my son’s bedroom, just down the hall from my own room. I was leaning against the door frame and watching Alec sleep for a few extra minutes before I woke him up so he could get ready for school.
I was wearing my morning bathrobe… a thin, white, terrycloth wrap, tied around the waist… with nothing on underneath… also as usual.
I couldn’t help but smile…. Alec was a good looking kid… a senior in high school… dark, tousled hair, and built like the swimmer he was… I enjoyed watching his chest rise and fall in a slow, rhythmic cadence as he slept.
But what was making me smile that morning was noticing that the blankets had slipped down past his waist, and lay messily across his spread legs… his beautiful, enormous cock, draped casually over one of his bare thighs.
I never got tired of seeing his penis… hard or soft…. and for the past six months, I’d enjoyed seeing it every single morning… it was something I found myself looking forward to as soon as I woke up each day.
After savoring the sight of Alec’s exposed dick, and letting him sleep an extra few minutes while I admired the sheer size of his dick… I stepped into his room and sat on the edge of his bed.
Alec continued sleeping as I softly ran my fingers along the entire length of his flaccid prick… watching it jerk slightly, and slowly begin to stiffen in response to my gentle fondling. Still sleeping, Alec moaned softly and unconsciously spread his legs a little more… I wrapped my fingers around his growing member and began to stroke his shaft, and lightly rub the mushroom-shaped head.
He was almost fully erect when he finally woke up and smiled at me. After stretching and yawning himself awake, Alec closed his eyes again… rested his arms above his head, with his hands clasped behind his head… and let out a slow, appreciative moan, as he reveled in my warm hand eagerly jerking his morning wood.
“ ‘Morning, mom… damn, that feels amazing… yeah… hmmmmmmmmm… yeah, just like that….”
My smile broadened as I watched my son rock his hips into my pumping fist, and wallow in the euphoric sensations of his early morning handjob. He kept his eyes closed and continued to moan… slowly tossing his head back and forth… until I heard his breathing begin to catch… telling me that his climax was imminent.
I picked up the pace a bit…. and with a guttural groan, Alec jerked his hips into my hand and blasted several ropes of spunk about a foot into the air…. I chuckled softly as I watched his cum splash down onto his flat, muscular stomach, and flow over my stroking fingers like lava from a volcano.
“Oh, yeah, mom… yeah… keep going… eh… eh… oh, yeah…. fuck, yeah… ah…. aaaaaaahhhhhh…. yeah, keep going… aaaaahhhhhhh…. holy shit…. aaaaaahhhhhhh…. yeeeaaaahhhhh…. damn…. aaaaahhhhhhh…. God, that feels good…”
I laughed and continued stroking his slimy erection, as he moaned and mumbled his sublime pleasure.
After a few minutes, I stopped pumping his hard-on, and went into his bathroom to grab a washcloth. I washed off my hand in the sink, then brought the washcloth to his bed and bent over to wipe his stomach and clean off his still semi-hard boner.
I always found myself amazed and impressed with how quickly my son got a hard-on… and how long he remained erect… even after spewing a huge load of cum.
As I used the cloth to gently wipe down his slick penis, Alec reached inside my robe and began fondling my dangling boobs… eventually finding my stiff nipples, and pulling on them… then releasing them to watch my tits sway back and forth.
“Gotta say it, mom… you give the best morning handjobs in the world… and your boobs are fucking incredible, too…. what a great way to wake up!”
I laughed and playfully slapped his still hard prick and said, “Well, you have the greatest cock in the world, so waking you up this way always makes my day.”
We both laughed as I finished cleaning his fading boner… pulled his hands off of my jiggling breasts… then tossed the washcloth into the hamper with the other washcloths and dirty clothes from earlier in the week.
As I headed out of the room, I turned my head back over my shoulder and said, “Hurry up and get ready for school… I’ll be downstairs making us some breakfast.”
On my way downstairs to the kitchen, I smiled to myself as I reflected on how I had first discovered my son’s amazing cock, and then how we’d begun our daily ritual of me waking him up every morning with a handjob to start his day.
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I had been married to Paul, Alec’s father, for about sixteen years before we divorced. He turned out to be kind of boring and annoying as a husband, so once Alec was in high school, I decided I wanted more out of life… and definitely more… and better… sex in my life… so I sent Paul packing, and began raising Alec by myself.
I’m an attractive woman in my early-forties… still have a pretty face, long blonde hair, and a fairly fit body… topped off with an impressive set of natural 34DD tits that are hard to miss… so, I had no trouble finding guys to go out with immediately after my divorce from Paul.
For the most part I had good dating experiences. I really wasn’t looking for anything too serious… just wanted to enjoy my newfound freedom, and to spread my wings… and my legs… a bit more, now that I was unencumbered.
So, I dated… a lot… I kept some of them around for a couple of months, or so… sometimes I even dated a few guys at the same time… but for me, the excitement of being pursued by guys… and discovering new cocks to suck and fuck… was a drug I couldn’t seem to get enough of.
About a year after I got divorced, I had been out on a date one evening with a guy who I really enjoyed fucking. He had a nice, thick prick, and I liked how he man-handled me whenever we had sex…. squeezing my tits; pinching my nipples; moving me into different positions; hard, passionate, tongue-filled kisses… and especially going down on me to get my juices flowing.
He was a married doctor, and on that particular evening, he got called away early… I couldn’t tell if it was his wife or the hospital on the phone… so we’d only had time for a quickie in the front seat of his car. I’d managed to cum once, but it wasn’t as gratifying as it usually was, and I was still a bit horny when he dropped me off at my place and sped off to deal with whatever issue had popped up.
When I let myself into the house, I must have been extra quiet, because I could hear groans and grunts coming from the living room, just down the hall from the foyer… and it was obvious they hadn’t heard me come in.
I snuck down the hall and poked my head through the doorway… and saw my son… perched between his girlfriend’s spread legs… pounding his hard-on in and out of her wet pussy on the living room sofa, with some typical teenage rock music playing in the background.