Sexy Blonde Becomes a MILF Ch. 03 — Loving MILF takes her cub on a Date, to fuck in public.
Submitted: March 9, 2022 to Literotica (Copyright Kaizer Wolf)
Tags: voyeur/voyeurism, harem, MILF, big tits, mother son sex, aunt nephew sex, incest, first time, domination, romance, oral sex
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2 VERSIONS:
This story has 2 versions.
This Sexy Blonde MILF version has a caring mother who has always been faithful to her husband, and is a loving mom toward her son.
The other version, called Naughty Slut Becomes a MILF, has a slutty mother who has several boyfriends (husband shares), and is much more dominating toward her son.
If you’re here for the loving mom, then enjoy!
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– CHAPTER 3: Intentional MILF –
– SATURDAY, JUNE 4: Late Morning –
I would have thought that being home alone all day with my new ‘lover’ might have resulted in a ton of time in the bedroom, especially since mom had gone without for so long, but in reality we only ended up having sex twice. After we fucked in the morning, we went back downstairs to finish our breakfast, though really only she needed to finish hers, and then just kind of talked for a couple of hours.
I asked more questions about what her life was really like, in regards to the parts I didn’t know about, like the whole situation with dad. And also, just more generally about her, discovering that I had questions I never would have asked her about previously, when I only considered her my mom.
Of course, I was well aware she worked from home as one of those people who was on the other end of the whole ‘Need help?’ chat option for the website of a financial planning company, technically being a Financial Advisor herself, but now I wondered if that was all she did in her home office downstairs, and if she’d ever spent that time as an outlet for anything else.
She did admit that she watched porn on occasion while sitting on a dildo, but that was about it.
Of course, she didn’t even need to work, with how much my dad made, and initially only chose to do so to keep herself from getting bored during the day. After all, when I’d been in school, she was at home alone all day.
But now it was more about having a distraction to keep her mind occupied.
To not think about her crumbling marriage.
Still, I had to ask, because after all this time, I was very curious about how she found relief, as well as curious to know what kinds of experiences she’d had, and even interested in knowing what she’d done prior to meeting dad.
Certainly, my mom wasn’t a saint by any means, and enjoyed looking good, which was a big part of why she asked dad to get her implants. Because she wanted to feel sexy and desirable, even though she was already super hot before. But overall, she also wasn’t nearly as experienced as I would have thought my sexy mom to be.
She got her first boyfriend in high school, and lost her virginity not long after, but then only had two other boyfriends before she met dad, though she did admit that she usually ‘put out’ quickly and had sex regularly in the relationship. She did also admit that she’d been involved in a threesome a few times, but emphasized that she didn’t want to talk about the details right now.
And I absolutely was not going to press, no matter how curious I was, since her being the boss — and me obeying — was really important to this new relationship, as lovers, succeeding.
Although, a part of me did kind of wonder if the threesome was actually after she’d married dad, in which case I could understand her being embarrassed to tell me about her infidelity. At least, assuming dad wasn’t involved.
Shit, for all I knew, maybe the threesome was with another guy, and that’s when dad discovered that he was much more interested in men…
Hard to say, but I wasn’t about to press right now.
It was still hard to believe he was gay though.
Especially hard to believe that this had actually been an issue in their relationship for much longer than I even knew about, with it first coming out a little over ten years ago, when his interest in sex with her just kind of tapered off to almost nothing. Which meant mom had gone a lot longer than a few months without getting much sex…
A lot longer…
Because my dad was gay…
Shit, how could I seriously not have known, all this time?
My dad went by Nate, instead of his full name, and because he’d been lifting weights for decades, he was built like one of those male underwear models. Needless to say, he looked intimidating, like he could beat the shit out of almost anyone, and I was sure that no one would ever suspect him as being anything other than perfectly straight.
But I supposed appearances had nothing to do with it.
Mom also had questions for me, asking things that I normally would magosa escort have been mortified to share, like more about what kind of porn I watched, how often I masturbated, and even if I’d ever fantasized about her prior to last night.
And I was honest about all those things.
I liked all kinds of porn, especially lesbian porn, but overall preferred photos most of the time, and admitted that I had quite a few naked women on my computer. A lot of them with tits as big as my mom. I also admitted that I usually jerked off at least once a day, and while I thought she was very pretty, I actually hadn’t really thought much about her sexually.
She of course found that a little surprising, given our current situation.
I explained that, prior to it happening, I was pretty sure it was the taboo nature that kind of made me ashamed to even think about it. Afraid that she would be disappointed in me, or worse, and that dad would notice that I was lusting for her and have an issue with it.
But in hindsight, I was also a little surprised at myself, that I hadn’t been fantasizing about her regularly.
Like, with a mom as hot as her, how could I not?
Granted, I certainly would be now.
Both fantasizing, and fucking…at least, whenever she wanted to do it, of course.
It was weird though, talking to my mom as a woman. Talking to her as my lover.
Because we actually had a lot in common.
While socializing, we got on a few familiar topics, like when she asked if I wanted to go out to do something, such as go out to eat, or possibly just stay home and watch a few movies. Of course, I knew what her favorite restaurant was, since it was mine too, and I even knew what kind of movies she loved. But realizing that we had that connection suddenly had different implications now that we were in this bizarre physical relationship.
For one, my dad didn’t like scary movies, but mom and I both loved them.
And now, we could truly bond over those kinds of interests in a totally new way.
As lovers.
However, when talking about our plans for our Saturday alone, I ultimately decided that I really wanted to go out to eat with her. Of course, movies could be fun, but I didn’t want to waste the day away just sitting next to her on the couch.
I wanted to talk to her.
To get to know this woman I’d lived with my whole life in a totally new light.
And I also kind of wanted to go out on a proper date.
So we agreed to go out to eat, with her pulling out her phone to let dad know.
Unsurprisingly, he didn’t have a problem with it.
After all, it wouldn’t be the first time that mom and I went out together by ourselves.
Part of me kind of wondered if dad would even care if he knew the truth, simply because he was already kind of involved in his own taboo interests, even if they were completely legal, but I knew that the risk of him having an issue with ‘who I was’ to his wife was too great to even chance it. But I certainly didn’t feel like we were betraying him or anything, even if we did plan on keeping it a secret. Because again, he was already kind of checked out of the relationship.
He didn’t want mom anymore.
He wanted another man.
And all I was doing was fulfilling my duty, as a son, by filling in for him.
Or so I liked to think, doubting he’d necessarily be of that opinion.
Besides it was very possible that they might officially be divorced within the next year, and it wouldn’t really be any of his business at that point.
Not to mention, maybe he had his own insecurities about admitting to me that he was gay, something he’d apparently known about for most of my life, and might be a bit more accepting of things simply because he was afraid of me rejecting him.
Although, this new proposition of going on a date did cause me to ask what mom thought was a silly question. I wanted to know if I should call her ‘mom’ in public, or call her by her first name ‘Kathryn’ — or even ‘Katy’ or ‘Kate,’ since that’s what close friends and family used.
She laughed at that, teasing me about it and calling me by my first name, Matt, almost as if to try it out with this new mindset, even though she already frequently used my first name, but then confirmed that we should just continue speaking to each other the same way.
I should still just use ‘mom.’
After talking for several hours, mom decided we should get ready to leave for lunch, and we both decided to dress up a little.
Which…resulted in us ending up in her bed again.
I supposed there was something about a nice Polo shirt and black slacks that did something for her, since she cooed about how handsome her young man was, just before she jumped my bones more aggressively than I was expecting and had me fuck her in bed, in her outfit.
She’d chosen to wear one of my favorites, though she hadn’t known it when she put it on, dressing in a red silk blouse malatya escort that was designed like the top of a Japanese kimono. It had black trimming and little splashes of white outlines that formed mostly flowers, giving it an extra feminine look, even though the design itself was very feminine.
Also helped that she usually didn’t wear a bra with it.
The blouse was overall form fitting, the silk unyielding and making her look like she was about to bust out of the seams. However, it was ironically a fairly modest shirt, with the top portion having a couple of buttons, hidden by small decorative black bows, that went all the way up to just below her delicate neck and hid all of her massive cleavage. Granted, with how tight the blouse was, and how busty my mom was, I wasn’t sure if ‘modest’ was the most appropriate word even if it did conceal a lot of her skin.
Especially not when her nipples were hard.
But with the sexy top, she was also wearing a simple black skirt that went down to just past her knees, which meant I only had to get her black silk panties off in order to climb on top of her and fuck her like we were a couple of dogs in heat.
Like how we fucked last night.
After we both got there, she simply wiped up a little in the bathroom, put her black silk panties back on, and called it good.
We then finally made it out of the house and went out to eat, with her insisting on driving my car, since she really wanted to emphasize that she was ‘mom’ still, also the boss, and that I was just along for the ride as she took me out on a date. Of course, I didn’t have a problem with that at all, and I really liked that she was taking this situation to heart and being assertive.
There was no hesitation.
No signs that she might change her mind.
She truly wanted this, just as much as I did.
And honestly, it kind of made our date feel more real.
This was really a date with my girlfriend. My lover.
Or at least, it felt real for us.
When we got to the restaurant, the hostess didn’t even look twice at me, though she did focus on my mom’s tits for a bit too long — probably because she wasn’t wearing a bra, or maybe just due to the fact that it wasn’t every day most people came face-to-face with such a nice pair of tits — with the girl promptly seating us afterward.
The waitress similarly didn’t seem to think much of our grouping, referring to me as ‘young man’ or ‘hon’ whenever she addressed me. The short skinny brunette of course introduced herself, but I was so focused on mom that I didn’t catch it. But she definitely didn’t react at all to the age difference or seem to think we were on a date.
I supposed I shouldn’t have been surprised.
My mom and I didn’t exactly look enough alike that someone would automatically know we were related, not to mention that my mom didn’t even really look like she was old enough to have an eighteen-year-old for a son, but people also didn’t seem to assume we were a couple. Certainly, my mom could pass as someone in their early thirties, but I still very much looked like I wasn’t old enough to drink yet, even if I was an adult, and we didn’t exactly look like a typical couple, in my opinion.
Mainly due to an obvious age difference.
She was mature and hot, and while I was decent-looking, I probably didn’t pass as ‘mature.’
If the roles were flipped, I was sure a few strangers might wonder if an attractive older man was dating a woman ten to twenty years younger than him, but when the woman was older, that seemed to rarely be the assumption.
Even though it was the middle of a Saturday, there weren’t a ton of people around, so while we waited for our food, I took the opportunity to ask a little about the situation in general. Like, what she thought about me ‘as a date,’ and I even wondered how she thought I should act.
Her response was simple.
“Just be yourself, sweetie,” she said gently, stirring her drink with her straw, with us having already given the waitress our orders. “Whether it’s with me, or a girl your age. You’re actually very charming when you’re just being yourself. No need to put on a show.”
Her statement was surprising, especially with her implying that she might still expect me to date someone else, but it also made it pretty clear that she similarly wasn’t too worried about being overheard.
“You really think so?” I wondered in surprise.
She nodded, leaning her cheek into her palm, her elbow now on the table, as she focused on me affectionately. “Now that I’m really thinking about it, I’m actually kind of surprised you’ve never had a serious girlfriend,” she admitted. “And that last night was your first time,” she added quietly.
I sighed. “I think I psych myself out,” I replied with a grimace. “Obviously, you know I have a couple of good friends who are girls, both single too, but the moment I start thinking about a girl as a potential girlfriend, it’s like malazgirt escort I suddenly can’t talk to her anymore without feeling really awkward. Figured maybe I’d do better in college, assuming I don’t end up doing all online classes.”
She gave me a small smile. “Well, maybe this experience is what you need to get more comfortable with it. You just need a little confidence in yourself.”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. With you, I at least know you like me enough that you wouldn’t run away if I was a complete idiot.”
She laughed at that, truly seeming like she was in the best mood she’d been in for almost a year now. “You know what, honey? I’m actually glad you pointed that out, because I do like you. Not just love, but I like you a lot too. When you were younger, it was purely love — as any mother would feel. But as you started getting older, and we began sharing more interests, I really have grown quite fond of you.” She sighed. “Might be why I allowed you to talk me into this.”
I scoffed, my tone lighthearted. “I think I made some pretty good points though.”
“True,” she agreed with a smirk. “But I would never date a guy I had no interest in. And if I’m being completely honest, I wouldn’t…” She paused when someone walked by, looking like the older gentleman was heading to the bathroom, only to lower her voice. “I wouldn’t have decided to do this, if I didn’t like you. If all I had was my love for you, as your mother, it wouldn’t have been enough to make me cross that line.”
“Huh,” I replied, realizing that her point could help me clarify my own thoughts. “So I guess that’s sort of what I meant earlier when I said that I really love you. It’s the ‘I like you as a person’ kind of love. Not just the ‘I love you because you’re my mom.'”
She nodded. “And I admit that I feel the same. A part of me would always love you, even if you had grown up to be an asshole. But you didn’t, and you’re actually someone I really admire.”
“So I’m your type?” I said playfully.
She grinned. “I have several types,” she teased. “But yes, you’re one of them.”
“You’re definitely my type,” I said with a grin.
She rolled her blue eyes, reaching up to tuck some of her blonde hair behind her ear. Her nipples were starting to show through her silky red blouse. “Oh, so you’ve never been in a serious relationship, and yet you know your type already, huh?”
I shrugged. “I might have several types too.”
She chuckled softly again, her expression endearing.
I continued. “But seriously, how does a person know what their type is? I feel like you’d know it pretty fast if you came across it, right? Or is that wrong?”
She pursed her lips as she thought about that, sliding her glass a little on the table as if she was fidgeting with it. “I suppose that’s not entirely wrong. But then, what about me counts as your type?”
I glanced away as I considered that. “Honestly?” I asked hesitantly.
She nodded, her blonde hair bouncing a little. “Of course, sweetie. No need to water it down with me.”
I sighed. “I think the maturity and experience are a big factor. You’re established in life. You’ve already done most things that people my age are only beginning to think about, and I find that attractive. You know exactly what you want, and have the confidence to go for it.”
“So you like older women,” she summarized.
I frowned as I considered that. “I wouldn’t say that applies in all situations. There are plenty of older women who still don’t know what they want, and I honestly wouldn’t be interested in someone older, just because they were older.” I paused. “But yeah, that’s one thing.”
“And what else?” she wondered curiously, taking a sip of her drink, her full lips wrapping around the straw, looking so fucking hot it should have been a crime.
I decided to take a sip of my drink too, as I thought about that. “Well, I guess if I take everything about this situation, and remove the mom part, then it wouldn’t be nearly as perfect. So I suppose that’s something too.”
She sighed heavily, though she didn’t seem unamused. “So then, are you saying you have a type so narrow that only one person would fit it?”
I frowned at that. “Well, no, not exactly. I’m just saying that you’re mature, beautiful, sexy, confident, assertive, experienced, and that the ‘mom factor’ kind of just takes all that to a whole new level.”
Much to my surprise, she seemed slightly touched by that. Like I’d warmed her heart.
And her nipples were really showing through her red silk blouse now.
“Is that okay?” I wondered hesitantly.
“Of course honey,” she replied. “I guess I’m just a little surprised by your maturity. Don’t get me wrong, I knew you had a good head on your shoulders, but you have a clear idea of what you’re attracted to. Beyond the whole ‘she’s hot’ that most guys base things on. Of any age,” she added. “That’s not even just a young thing, but plenty of men of all ages care of little beyond the surface level.”
“Right,” I agreed, being well aware. “And I probably have you to thank for that. For thinking more seriously about this kind of stuff. Which might be partially why I’ve not gotten serious with anyone. For several years now, I’ve wanted more than just a hot girlfriend.”