22. My Weekend Date with Mom (1)
Saturday morning—or rather, close to noon. After three rounds with Seonwoo's mom yesterday, I came home and jumped my mom in the master bedroom for two more loads before collapsing like a corpse. I didn't wake up until almost lunchtime.
Sure, there was a twinge of guilt for cheating on my beloved mom, but for a true-blue incestuous milf addict like me, the thrill and depravity of banging my friend's mom and then coming home to fuck my own mom again washed it away in seconds.
My body was a bit sore from yesterday's marathon, but youth really is the best medicine—after a solid night's sleep, my cock was rock-hard with its usual morning wood.
A quick glance around: Mom must've gotten up first, since I was alone in the master bedroom. Lately, we'd been fucking and passing out together so often that I spent more nights here than in my own room. Hell, this felt more like home now.
I grabbed some loose shorts and shuffled out. There was Mom at the kitchen table, setting out lunch. Her massive ass, hugged tight by those white leggings with no panties underneath, made her dark bush and thick pussy lips blatantly visible. She was always so fucking hot, no matter how many times I saw it.
Knowing that pussy was mine to plunder, my cock twitched and strained in my shorts as I sat down at the table, fighting the urge.
Mom soon joined me across the table, and we started eating. Then her pretty foot slipped between my thighs and gently pressed against my throbbing cock.
"What's up with you, son? Usually you'd pounce on me the second you wake up? ❤️"
Her face dripped with seduction, that devilish smile playing on her lips. No doubt she'd heard me coming and stuck her ass out while setting the table.
What a tease. Her foot rubbed my hardening shaft. I wanted to wreck her with my massive cock right then, but I had to hold off for the new thing I planned for tonight. Or maybe I could just do it now anyway?
"Hng... Mom's first weekend since school started, and you're just gonna leave me hanging like this?"
She pouted like she was hurt, but with her foot still grinding my dick, it was hard to buy it.
"What're you talking about, Mom? You promised last night we'd go on a date today."
"Oh! Right, right. I forgot, sorry baby~"
Remembering our deal from right before we crashed after the second load, she dropped the fake sadness, apologized, and went back to eating like nothing happened.
But that thick, sensual foot kept working my cock the whole meal. The second we finished, I couldn't take it anymore—I shoved my slutty mom against the sink and gave her a brutal doggy-style pounding to pay her back.
[Plap! Plap! Squish-squish!]
"Haah! Son, too rough~ ❤️"
"You teasing little slut mom—you need to be taught a lesson."
...
Lunch and one whirlwind fuck later, Mom and I showered and got ready to head out.
Today's date itinerary I'd planned: Hit the department store near home for some shopping and dinner, catch that new erotic movie everyone's buzzing about, and cap it off with the park stroll I was most looking forward to.
Just thinking about what would go down at the park had my lips curling into a grin.
"Son, you're thinking something naughty again, aren't you?"
"Yeah, guilty. How'd you know?"
"That sneaky look on your face, hehe. So what is it?"
"Secret~ You'll find out later."
Right after that, I saw her picking out a knee-length skirt for today. I stopped her quick.
"Mom, that's cute and all, but how about this instead?"
"Huh? That's just my usual leggings, son. First date with you—feels too plain..."
She eyed the black leggings in my hand, disappointed. Not yet, Mom.
"I like these better. But wear 'em with no panties, okay?"
"What? Just these? Everything'll show!"
"Nah, black hides it fine. Try 'em on and decide—it's my wish, pretty please?"
"Sigh~ Fine, but if I hate it, you drop it no arguments!"
After my persistent begging, she agreed to try them. She slipped into the leggings I handed her and checked out her thick thighs and ass in the mirror, inspecting every inch.
They were her usual go-out pair, so no major issues. Her ass was so huge that from behind, you could kinda see through a bit, but the exposure was minimal. Lucky for me, she couldn't see her full backside in the mirror and bought my "it's fine" line. We were going with it.
Then I pushed for no bra too, scoring that win. Mom ended up in a no-bra t-shirt under a thin cardigan for our date.
I followed suit, nothing under my baggy shorts, with a light jacket in hand just in case.
Heading to the underground parking for the car, Mom kept glancing around nervously, scared someone might see.
She only relaxed once we were inside.
"Mom, why so paranoid? Heh."
"You little shit~ I'm terrified someone'll notice."
[Thwack!]
Teasing her like that earned me a smack on the arm. Her hand packed as much punch as her killer body.
We hit the department store quick. With the weekend crowds surging, Mom clutched her cardigan shut and covered her crotch with her handbag the second we stepped out.
"Mom, hiding like that just draws more eyes. Act natural~"
She shot me a death glare but dropped her hands and walked casually. The axe in her eyes shifted straight to her crotch.
First time going commando out for me too—the free-swinging feel of my cock in my shorts was kinda nice. One issue: staring at Mom's jiggling curves might give me a boner and cause a scene. That's why I brought the jacket.
No-underwear mother-son duo started shopping from the first floor, taking it slow.
Her wide-set hips, perky huge ass, and meaty thighs made an ass like hers even more mouthwatering in public.
After a bit, she got comfy without panties—her movements turned natural. Her cardigan slipped off those sky-high tits, exposing the heavy sway of her braless melons under the t-shirt, nipples poking out like beacons.
Guys' eyes locked on, and jealous glares from women followed. Knowing this attention magnet was my mom—my woman—had me swelling with pride, shoulders squared.
Whether she knew, didn't care, or loved it, Mom shopped on unfazed by the stares. Meanwhile, my cock nearly stood up from her bouncing tits, so I kept the jacket ready.
Shopping continued; she grabbed a few outfits she liked. Leaving her browsing another store, I dashed to that lingerie shop I'd scoped earlier.
Told the clerk Mom's size (I'd researched it) and picked a normal sexy set plus one so depraved it barely qualified as lingerie.
Rushing back, I heard young guys murmuring.
"Whoa, check that ass—fucking huge."
"Yeah, but no panties? That's her pussy, right?"
"Shit, looks like it. So hot... Wanna hit on her?"
The target? Our mom. She was bent over on a stool, trying on shoes, ass thrust out. The tight leggings stretched thin over her massive cheeks, outlining her thick pussy lips crystal clear.
Forgotten no-panties and flashing her fat cunt to strangers—suddenly she felt like a total whore. And seeing those punks drool over my mom made me wanna troll them hard.
"Any other colors for these? Style's perfect—hngh!"
[Smack! Squeeze~]
I snuck up, spanked her ass loud enough for everyone, then gripped it hard. My hand sinking into her cheek had to be visible to those dudes.
Startled, Mom jolted and twisted to see whose hand was on her ass.
"Son, what the hell? Get your hand off!"
"Mom, guys behind you were staring—covering for ya~"
"Then do it some other way! Hand off, employee's watching weird."
"Nope. So what? Heh."
She whisper-yelled once she saw it was me, swatting at my hand—but no way was I letting go.
"Aww, your boyfriend's so affectionate."
The clerk, unfazed by some guy smacking his customer's ass, kept her cool and continued helping.
"We look like a couple?"
"Not? Then husband and wife?"
"Haha, no—couple it is."
That "couple" from her mouth felt good. Mom looked young enough for an age-gap pair, but damn, this clerk knew sales.
While I grinned, Mom blushed beet red, embarrassed to be groped in public.