Passionate Dating (Family Incest Adult Fiction)

My name is Tom and I am from the Midwest. I am 20 years old, studying at university, and have a well-off family in the suburbs.

I have two younger sisters, Mary and Lisa, who are both still in high school. My father, James, was a banker who spent most of his time working long hours in the office. My mother's name is Ricky, and she works as an instructor at a local gym.

I spend most of my time doing normal activities like studying, watching TV or partying with friends. Sometimes, I would go out on dates with girls. I had a pretty good look and was popular with girls, but sometimes things weren't always smooth.

The story begins a few days ago. One time my girlfriend got so angry about something I did that she ran out of my house in anger. I didn’t expect that her ideas were so different from mine.

One time we were lying together watching TV, and after a while I started to touch her thighs. At first she didn't object, and I thought she liked me doing this. Unexpectedly, she suddenly pushed me away, slapped me, and shouted at me that I was a pig, then ran out of the room and left my house. I was originally madly wanting to catch up with her to argue with her, but then I thought it was not worth it, so I sat down again to calm my desires and emotions.

An hour later, I was in the kitchen reading my sociology textbook. At this time, my mother came back from the gym. She usually stayed in the gym to do her training courses after get off work, and today was the same as usual. But most of the time, I rarely welcome her home.

I barely recognized her at first. When Mom walked in, she was still wearing her work clothes, which were completely wet from the exercise. She was wearing a blue sports bra that barely contained her large breasts. The tight bike shorts accentuated her shapely legs. Her long brown hair was tied back so I could see her beautiful face without reservation.

I suppose you could call her a stunner without exaggerating, but I can't quite put it that way. She is my biological mother after all, for God's sake.

"Hi! Mom!"

She was a little surprised. "Oh, hi, honey, what are you doing at home so early on a Friday night? No hot date?"

I smiled amiably and shrugged my shoulders. "I want to stay home and do my homework tonight." I couldn't tell her that I had just had a big fight with Heather and was in pain and needed some comfort.

"Well, what about the rest of the family?"

"Dad isn't home yet. Mary and Lisa might have a date or something."

"Then it'll just be us, mother and son, tonight. That's a nice change."

"Of course." Oh my god, Mom looks so hot! In the kitchen, Mom told me how busy she had been lately. As she spoke, she reached into the cupboard to get a plate and bent down to look for something, giving me a glimpse of her breathtaking breasts and buttocks.

In this situation, it is really hard for me not to associate sex with my mother. In addition, my mother is only 37 years old this year and is a fitness instructor who has been exercising for many years. Besides, she was really beautiful, prettier than all the mothers of the same age, and even though I was her son, it was difficult for me to control my impulse.

"It's been a while since we've been together. It's great to have a good chat with my son over dinner! We have to prepare dinner well!"

"I think so, Mom. I've been so busy with finals and other things lately that I haven't been able to spend much time with my family."

"I feel the same guilt as you do. The club's work keeps me so busy that I'm exhausted when I get home every day. Does your dad seem okay recently?"

We looked at each other and smiled. I put my book down and helped her set the table and prepare dinner. After a long period of preparation, dinner was finally ready and my mother and I sat down to eat together.

It was really nice to be able to chat with my mother for longer than usual. I used to chat with my mother when I was little, but over the years, we have both become so busy.

She told me interesting stories about her time in the gym and how she trained herself. I told her about my life and homework at school. We also talked about how to plan my summer vacation.

I told her I wanted to work out and asked if I could go to the club if I had the time. She was of course very happy that I was interested in things related to her, and she told me that I could come to see her anytime I was free. So this became my plan after school closed.

After dinner we cleared the dishes together and I went back to read my textbook while Mom went upstairs to take a shower and change clothes. I was a little disappointed that Mom would not be wearing her work clothes tonight, but the thought of her taking a shower made my cock start to get restless.

I tried to concentrate on the textbook, but it was not easy. I listened to the sound of water coming from the bathroom and began to imagine my mother applying soap, starting from her perfect breasts, then moving to her flat belly, slender legs and lovely buttocks, then sliding to her crotch and...

"Hi, son!"

"Wow!? Oh, hi! Dad..." He interrupted my incestuous dream. You scared me.

"Sorry, kid, I think I know what you're thinking."

"What!?" I was shocked, stunned and ashamed because he could see through my thoughts. But how could he know?

"You're dating Heather again, aren't you?" Apparently I overreacted to my previous guess. "She's letting you get your mind wandering again, son."

"She is, Dad." He had no idea that when I answered I was referring to his wife, my mother.

"Studying hard again? Keep up the good grades, son. The finals will be over soon, and I know you'll do well." He patted me on the back and went upstairs.

"Thanks, Dad."

For the rest of the night, I tried repeatedly to concentrate on my studies, but I kept thinking of my charming mother. How tempting would he look naked? Or the way he holds a cock in his mouth, mine of course. I couldn't stop fantasizing about her warm, wet pussy. oh! Oh my god!

Finally, I decided to divert my attention by watching TV. After all, it was wrong to fantasize about desecrating my own biological mother. It was an absolute pathology. What kind of son was I? How can you have such dirty thoughts?

I turned on the Disney Channel and there was a Donald Duck marathon on, which was exactly what I needed, some healthy, wholesome cartoons.

The cartoon continued to play, and soon my sisters came back. We chatted briefly, and then they went upstairs to sleep. After watching a few more cartoons, I decided to go to bed, fearing that my laughter would wake them up, so I went downstairs to my bedroom in the basement.

The next few weeks passed quickly. I tried my best to control myself and concentrate on spending a long time on my homework, so I did well in the final exam. There were lots of parties during the last week before summer vacation and I had a lot of fun.

Even though Heather told everyone what a jerk I was, no one really believed her because they knew I wasn't. Although secretly I thought he still had a thing for me, it was over and I was taking it less and less to heart.

Summer vacation has finally begun. I got a job at Wal-Mart in town, and I liked the fact that it had regular hours and a weekly paycheck. I was hanging out with my friends as usual.

But I suddenly remembered something. Before the summer vacation, I promised my mother that I would go to the gym and get back to my previous healthy physique. But I know that what I actually want to see more often is my mother's charming sportswear, the tights that I fantasize about every sleepless night. I had promised my mother, and I really wanted to go, so I decided to take action.

I was a bit clumsy that first night so Mom showed me around the club and gave me instructions on how to use the facilities to get myself in shape. Watching my mother working hard using different equipment and doing different exercises with sweat dripping down her face, I couldn't help but feel a strong desire for her again.

I was determined, I mean, I didn't believe how hard it would be? This is just the first day, just the beginning. As long as I know how to use these fitness equipment, I won't need my mom's guidance. Mom can instruct other students and do some of her own routine exercises.

The second and third nights, I focused on muscle building. Lift weights, run, then go to the basketball court and sprint swim in the swimming pool. Sometimes I would run into Mom on the walkway to the next facility, but I wouldn't have much time to cling to her, yet my mother continued to attract me all the same.

I kept telling myself, "She's your mother, Tom. Not some college girl who's ripe and waiting to be plucked." But it was obvious that Mom loved my coming to the gym, and she even mentioned it on multiple occasions.

On the drive home, we'd enjoy a few chocolate bars, a milkshake, or a big meal together, and it would become like we were on a date.

Then something unexpected happened. One night, as my mother and I were leaving the gym, I was waiting outside the women's locker room for her to change when Heather walked in from the entrance. I quickly turned my head away, hoping she didn't notice me, but she saw me anyway.

"Tom!" She almost screamed my name. This was not what I expected. "How are you?"

"Hi! Heather! I'm fine." I didn't want to say anything more to her, I just wanted her to go away quickly.

"Are you getting stronger?" She grabbed my arm and squeezed my muscles. I knew I was getting stronger, but I didn't think she had to do that.

"Thanks. I'm just trying my best." I pulled my hand back. Then a miracle happened. Mom finally changed her clothes and walked out of the dressing room. She walked behind me, put her hands on my shoulders, and pushed Heather back. My mother rescued me at the right time, but I didn't know what she was going to do.

"Hi! I'm Heather. Who are you?" She looked a little jealous and angry, just like she always did.

Then my mother answered her: "I am Tom's girlfriend, Ricky." I was so surprised that I stood there, unable to believe that my mother would say that.

Judging from the situation at the time, Heather was also quite shocked. She didn't know my mother's actual age, let alone that she was my mother. She is more than ten times prettier than Heather! She is even more beautiful than any other woman and can rival any supermodel.

When Heather spoke again, I began to understand the situation a little. "Well, nice to meet you. I'm planning to invite Tom to a party at my house this weekend." She said almost gritting her teeth.

"It sounds like fun. We will go, right, honey?" I was stunned again. Mom, do you really want to go to the party with me? I didn't know what to say, so I managed to squeeze out a few words: "Yes... yes."

"Great, see you there," Heather said and went into the locker room while Mom and I walked outside to the car.

We got in the car and headed home, and I was the first to break the silence, "Mom, what happened just now? Are you okay?"

"Of course, baby, I'm fine." The mother giggled like a little girl. I just rescued you, didn't I? "She touched my hand in a motherly way. "It's refreshing to stand there and watch Heather get embarrassed, isn't it, darling?" She giggled again.

"Mom!?" I was a little surprised that she would answer like that.

"I knew you didn't like her anymore, so I used my own way to give you a way out, but who knew she would invite us to the party?"

"Well, we don't need to go to the party. You've done enough. Thank you, Mom."

"You're welcome, son. But I'm going to a party, and I want to relax this weekend, and you have to come. Besides, don't you want to make Heather jealous?"

"Oh my god! This is crazy!" I decided to go. I was having a lot of fun going on a weekend night date with my mother. What would we do? How will she perform? I know I can only wait until the weekend to find out. "But I think you're right, Mom."

Party night finally arrived. I was certainly nervous and felt as restless as a leaf in the wind all day. The mother, however, was looking forward to spending a wonderful evening with her son. A fringe area! There was nothing right about being at a college party with lots of beer, dancing, and sex, but wasn't that what I had always dreamed of?

I was ready and waiting in the kitchen for my mom to come downstairs. My palms were sweaty and I was as excited as if it was my first date. She called me upstairs so I got ready, nothing in the world was more worth waiting for than what I was about to see.

My mom came downstairs wearing a black dress that was made of as little fabric as possible, and my jaw almost dropped. The skirt only covered a quarter of her pink thighs, and the V-neck top revealed plenty of charming cleavage lines. Her hair was down and in wavy style framing her beautiful and made-up face. She looks so beautiful! She obviously noticed my surprise and walked to the kitchen, smiling.

"How do you like it?"

"Wow!..." I could only force out this word.

"I guess you like it." She smiled again. "We have to impress those people, don't we?"

"Mom...Mom..., look...it looks so beautiful. Are you sure we want to do this? What will Dad say?"

"Oh, your dad's out of town, he won't mind. Just some beer and some dancing."

When my excitement subsided a little, I finally had the strength to stand. We got in the car and drove to the party. They quickly arrived at the venue, which was already bustling with activity, with about a hundred people at Heather's house.

We walked into the house and I didn't see many of my friends, which I guess was a good thing because maybe someone would recognize my mom, or maybe not because she was dressed so brightly and differently.

Mom was really having a great time. She drank her beer like it was water and danced around me like a ballerina. Everything seemed to be going pretty well. I hadn't spotted Heather yet, and looking at my mother's tight dress almost made my whole body boil.

We danced to some fast songs and some nice slow songs, and I'm sure Mom noticed the hard throbbing in my pants because we were so close to each other on the dance floor. But I guess it didn't matter since we were all a little tipsy.

Some guys kept winking at my mother, and she knew it all, which made her very happy. But it doesn’t matter to me. Maybe it’s the effect of alcohol, or maybe it’s because I’m deeply attracted to my mother.

There were fewer people around, so she rested her head on my shoulder and we danced to a slow, lyrical song. I put my hands on her hips and it was like being in heaven. Because I can feel the results of her hard work, the result of many hours spent in the gym, and I am embracing this toned and attractive body. I wasn't quite sure, but I seemed to be able to feel my mother's nipples underneath her dress, firmly touching my chest.

After a while we decided to take a break and sat on a sofa. My mother had held my hand most of the evening, but now she put her arms around my neck, like a couple in love. It's amazing, but it's just the beginning.

We hugged each other for a while and chatted. At the same time, many guys came up to her and invited her to dance, but she politely declined their invitations, saying that the man in front of her was the only one she wanted. Oh my god, she was actually talking about this pretend lover relationship quite seriously, or was she really serious about it?

A few minutes later I saw Heather and her new boyfriend walk into the house. She didn't see us, but she was walking in our direction and would see us soon. Then my mother saw her too, and the next thing I knew she pulled me towards her and told me to kiss her. I was a little hesitant so she took the initiative.

It was more like forcing her to bring my lips to hers. At this moment I let go of all my reservations and responded to her kiss passionately. Things were getting better and better. Mom squeezed her tongue into my mouth and stroked my head and back with her hands. We kissed each other greedily as she moaned with excitement. What’s going on, mom? I was getting more and more confused about how the whole thing was going on and I nearly came in my pants right there and then.

I'm sure Heather and her boyfriend walked by us at this point, unwilling to interrupt our incestuous kiss. God, we're like two wild animals in heat! Thinking of this, I calmed myself down like a firefighter, and Mom and I made sure Heather had left.

What I didn’t expect was that my mother pulled me back to her, and we kissed again, more passionately and intensely than the first time! We were on a stranger's couch, kissing passionately in a way that shouldn't happen between a mother and a son, but we both loved it.

Neither of us wanted to stop there, so my hands began to move up and down my mother's smooth, sexy thighs. My mother's hand also reached into my shirt and gently stroked my chest. Then my hand slid to her hips, and she actually began to stroke my cock through my pants!

Finally we separated our locked lips, gasping for breath to avoid excessive lack of oxygen. My mother looked into my eyes with an alluring expression on her face, but I could only smile in confusion.

"We should go home and continue this in private, son," she said to me, panting softly.

"W...what?!" I looked at her in disbelief.

"What's wrong? Are you afraid of your own biological mother?" She began to mock me.

"Okay, beauty, let's get out of here." I answered her and she smiled and kissed me lightly on the lips.

So we walked out to get the car, without stopping to say thank you or goodbye to the hostess, and Mom grabbed two cans of beer to drink on the way and told me to drive. Maybe she was drunker than I was, or maybe she had wanted this to happen from the beginning. No matter which one it is, I am looking forward to my dream of having sex with my mother coming true.

The way home seemed to be so long that Mom kept caressing her thighs back and forth, as if she was sitting there in discomfort. I was also feeling quite uncomfortable down there in my pants, and my cock was standing up straight and crying out for release.

My mother must have noticed this, because her hand moved to my crotch and began to rub my penis up and down through my pants. She kept moaning with excitement, as if she was extremely satisfied with all this and the huge cock her son had. Under the sexual stimulation of my mother, I even ejaculated some semen.

"Mom, are you sure we really want to do this?" I could hear my cock slapping me on the head for asking such a stupid question.

"Oh my god, Tom, let's not think about this right now, let's just go home, honey."

We finally arrived at our destination and no one was home, like most weekends. My mother and I almost fell at the door. From the moment we got off the car, we couldn't control our desire. We kissed each other madly and hugged each other passionately.

We went upstairs to my parents' room and fell onto the bed, our bodies tangled together, our tongues exploring each other's mouths.

Mom turned her body over on top of me, and pressed our lower bodies tightly together. She began to rub our lower bodies in a lasciviously manner, as if we were connected through our clothes. I bit her neck and ears gently, and my hands held her fat ass to help her spin. Mom closed her eyes and began to moan with pleasure. Her big breasts pressed up and down on my chest through her clothes.

She sat up and helped me take off my top, then her hands moved to the back of her dress, unhooked her bra and took it out, throwing it on the floor with a smile. Next, Mom slowly pulled her dress down to her waist, allowing me to fully appreciate her proud and plump breasts. She began to hold her breasts with both hands, gently kneading them, pinching her pink nipples with her fingers.

Those were the breasts where I sucked milk when I was a child, and the sweet milk nurtured me as I grew up. They were so beautiful and their mother was just as beautiful, the most perfect mother a boy could have.

She put one nipple in my mouth and I started sucking and teasing it with my tongue. I played with both breasts in turn, licking and nibbling the firm nipples, then swirling my tongue around the entire breast and the pink areola. Mother liked what I was doing and started grinding her hips against my crotch even harder. Mother must have been close to orgasm as I hadn't even touched her vagina yet.

After a few seconds, my mother suddenly pulled her chest away from me. I felt a moment of emptiness, but more fun was about to begin.

Mom quickly came back and moved to my lower body, she sat on my ankles, unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down to my knees. Mom stroked my cock through my underwear with her hand, watching my penis grow bigger as she played with it.

Soon my glans jumped out from the top edge of my underwear. She held it and pulled out my entire seven-inch penis. My penis was erect to the extreme, and my mother began to play with my testicles.

I moaned uncontrollably and she looked at me with a smile, then lowered her beautiful head and began to lick my throbbing cock.

"Oh, Mom, this feels so good."

She continued to lick my cock with her tongue, lubricating it with her saliva, occasionally stopping to kiss the glans and swirling the tip of her tongue around the urethra. Mom continued to stimulate me up and down with her tongue and lips. I couldn't help but contract my anus, and then thrust my dick into her mouth.

When my entire penis reached her throat, she hummed and moaned through her nose, hoping that I would ejaculate quickly, but I didn't want to surrender so early, I hoped that she could also get more satisfaction.

I didn't know my mother was such a good blowjob expert. Watching my cock going in and out of her mouth was so obscene. She kept looking up at my reactions with her seductive eyes and smiling with satisfaction, continuing to give me the wonderful pleasure of oral sex.

Her hair was spread out around my cock as she continued to pleasure me with her wonderful mouth and tongue. I could also clearly feel her nipples brushing against my thighs, bringing me an indescribable pleasure throughout my body and mind. She raised her head, and I knew she was eager for my cock to enter her body as soon as possible.

"Oh God, my baby boy tastes so good, but I need you to fuck me hard more." Sure enough, it happened as I expected.

I only nodded my assent because my eyes were completely drawn to her beautiful breasts swaying against her chest as she moved to lower her pussy onto my cock. She reached under her tiny dress and pulled her black lace panties down.

It turns out that my mother's vagina is flooded!

Sucking her own son's cock must have made her wet and horny, I could almost feel her juices dripping onto my erect penis, and now we were both craving each other's bodies.

I began to caress her smooth thighs up and down, the ones that had been diligently worked out in the gym. We stayed in this position for a long time, caressing each other, and we both knew that we were about to cross a gap from which there was no turning back.

Then, as if our minds were connected, Mom raised her body, held my cock and pressed it against her almost burning pussy. The penis slid into the vagina unhindered, as if it was tailor-made for her and went straight to the deepest part. Her vagina swallowed my penis in an instant. I felt like I was in heaven and returned to the birthplace of my life, the womb where I was born, my mother's panting and agreeing to it all with teasing words.

"Oh, it feels so good! Tom, you are fucking your own mother! Don't stop!"

"I won't, Mom! You're so fascinating, I really love you!"

"I love you too, baby!"

Gradually, the initial excitement subsided and we entered a slower pace. Mom used her wet vagina to move her son's penis up and down. Her pussy was so wet that I could even hear the sound of the pussy juice splashing every time she moved her beautiful buttocks down.

I pushed up hard, matching her rhythm, doubling our pleasure every time. I reached out and grabbed the hem of my mother's skirt to pull her dress higher so that I could have a better view to enjoy the cock going in and out.

"You like watching Mommy's pussy sucking her son's beautiful cock?"

"Oh yes Mom, your pussy is so tight, I feel like I'm about to come."

Mom increased the speed of her stroking, making my cock fuck her harder. Her breasts swayed up and down with the movement and I reached out with both hands to hold them, fondling them and tweaking the nipples. This made my mother even wilder.

"Pinch my nipples. God, they feel so good! Suck them too. Please, please, suck my nipples. They need their son to play with them hard!"

She lowered her boobs and I put my tongue out and licked the nipples before taking one into my mouth, sucking and nibbling on it. She increased the speed of her stroking and I tried to keep up with her rhythm, but it seemed quite difficult.

"I'm coming, Tom, it's my son fucking me and making me orgasm!!!!!! Oh...ah, fuck me!!!"

"I'm about to cum, too, Mom. I'm about to cum in your pussy!! Oh...Ahhh!!!"

"Please! I want you to cum all over me! Give it all to me!!"

As my mother's climax began to come, she arched her back, gasping and moaning, with an expression on her face that seemed to be in pain. I could feel her vagina tightly clamping down on my cock, and a feeling of extreme pleasure began to gather on my penis.

Then I gurgled in my throat and began to inject my sperm deep into my mother's vagina. I could hardly breathe as my mother moaned and whimpered. I kept ejaculating semen over and over again, as if the semen that had been in my body for more than twenty years was just for this one climax.

With every thrust I made, Mom's body trembled, partly because of her own orgasm and partly because she felt her son also orgasming inside her body. My mother's vagina tightly clamped around my cock, like a milking machine filled with milk until I had ejaculated all my semen.

Soon my mother's body stopped shaking, and we slowly rubbed our lower bodies together, my cock still hard in her warm vagina. She looked down at me with a smile on her face that was so sexy and full of maternal love.

"Wow!!" She gasped and uttered the word softly. "That's wonderful! Tom, you are the most wonderful son."

"Mom, words can't express how I feel right now."

Mom got down on her stomach, pressed her big breasts against my chest, and started kissing me just like we had done earlier at the party. Give a kiss of gratitude for this date that will never be forgotten and can never be repeated. Of course, there may be a second date, who knows?