Mom Is Sadie Hawkins
Copyright© 2025 by Lubrican
Chapter 2
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Covid ruined a lot of things for students. One of those things was the annual Sadie Hawkins day dance. So parents went to some remarkable lengths to try to make things go as well as they could. In this case, Helen suggested she and her son, Bobby, have the dance at home, and she'd be his date. It was sweet, and then things got passionate for both of them. It was safe to say a cartoon character changed their lives forever.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Consensual Fiction Incest Mother Son Father Daughter First Petting Pregnancy
“Wow,” he sighed. “I thought I would be excited to see Robin all dressed up, but if she looked like you I might not even be able to take her inside the building.”
“And why is that? Do I look bad?”
“No!” he gasped. “I’ve never seen a more beautiful woman in my life.”
“Thank you. I believe you dropped the corsage. Are you going to pin it on me?”
He stooped to retrieve the flower and approached his MILF. The spaghetti strap fastened to a triangular piece of cloth that was the outside support for her breast, and the only way he could attach the flower was by sliding his fingers down inside the dress, with the back of his fingers pressing on the upper breast.
When he hesitated, she said, “Go ahead. This is all part of Sadie Hawkins and you’d have the same problem if I was Robin. Pull the material away from the skin and that will let you pin it on.”
When he pulled, his eyes saw the edge of what he believed to be her areola. It was dark brown, which surprised him. He had always thought they’d be pink.
“It’s impolite to stare,” said Helen, softly.
“I’m sorry,” he gasped, working quickly to stick the pin through the material and clip it.
“You’re also normal,” she said. “It is perfectly normal for a man your age to want to see all the naked breasts he can. I should tell you to try not to be obvious about it, but I am not offended.”
He just stood, his eyes raking up and down her form.
“You’re so beautiful,” he sighed.
“Thank you,” she said. “Would you get me some punch?”
She hadn’t had the ingredients for punch but she had two bottles of a red, sweet wine and a can of Sprite, so she had poured that into a bowl and added a ladle and two wine glasses.
“How full should I make the glass?” he asked, looking at a vessel that would hold four or five inches of fluid.
“That depends on how drunk you’re trying to get me,” said Helen.
“Drunk?”
“Everybody knows the punch at these things gets spiked with Everclear or some such,” she said. “The boys want to get the girls drunk so they can get away with things.”
When he handed her the glass, it was almost full. She laughed.
“You’re a dangerous date, Bobby Martin.”
Then she gulped half of the glass. She sat it on the table and said, “Alexa, play music.” She looked at Bobby. “I attached my iPod to Alexa, earlier.”
The sounds of a slow song filled the room and she stood.
“That’s a slow song,” said Bobby, blinking several times. He already had a boner.
“That’s all I chose,” she said. “Don’t you want to dance slow with me?”
“Yes,” he gasped, “but I can’t.”
He saw her eyes drop to the front of his pants before he could cover his traitorous bulge with his hands. When he got them there she said, “No!”
He looked up and saw she was walking toward him.
“I said you’re normal. Don’t be shy about being normal. Robin wouldn’t mind your ... condition ... would she?”
He swallowed. She was suddenly right in front of him.
“Would she?” she asked again.
He shook his head, his eyes wide.
“Then dance with me, Bobby,” she said, softly.
He held his arms out in the position he’d been taught, intending to leave six inches between them. Instead she reached for his waist and pulled him against her firmly.
“This is how Robin would have wanted to dance,” she whispered in his ear.
“Ohhh, I am in so much trouble,” he groaned.
“Already?” Her voice wasn’t quite a yip but she stood back and looked down again. “Do I need to get a washcloth?”
The ridiculousness of the situation finally overcame his paralysis and he actually laughed.
“No. I didn’t do that,” he said. “I just want to. That’s why I’m in trouble.”
“Oh,” she said, and flowed back against him. He was astounded she still wanted to dance and embraced her carefully.
“Of course you want to,” she said. “You’re a man. That’s what men do.”
“But you’re my mom,” he moaned.
“I believe tonight I am your date to the Sadie Hawkins dance,” she said. She bumped his loins gently.
“Yes, but –”
“No buts,” she said. “This is Sadie Hawkins and that means the girl makes the rules. Don’t you want to dance with me?”
“Yes,” he whispered. “Please don’t hate me.”
This time she did more than bump his boner. She ground against it.
“Get it through your bony head that you’re normal,” she said, pulling her head back.
“Yes, Ma’am,” he said.
“You’d try to kiss Robin about now, wouldn’t you?” she asked.
“Yes.” They moved slowly with the music.
“Well?”
She made it obvious she would let him kiss her.
“I am in so much trouble,” he groaned.
She leaned in and pressed her soft, red lips to his. They had kissed on the lips his whole life but those had been short, sweet pecks, appropriate between a mother and son. This was not that kind of kiss. He was startled at first but then the fact that one of his fantasies was coming true stampeded into his mind and he kissed her back. They stopped dancing and, suddenly, he felt the tip of her tongue probing, asking. He opened his mouth and the kiss turned French. Her hands went all over his back and his hands stroked the naked skin the dress didn’t cover. One hand went so low he felt the crease between her buns.
Finally she pulled back. Her eyes were smoky.
“No you’re not,” she said.
“Not what?” he asked, dazed.
“You’re not in trouble.”
She kissed him again, but not as long this time. She made them start moving to the music again.
“We need to slow this down a little bit,” she said, but she held him tightly against her.
“I’m sorry,” he sighed.
“What are you sorry for?”
“I’m sorry for going too fast.”
“You’re not the problem,” she said, as her hand fell to his ass. It pulled, gently, and she ground her pussy against his boner again. “I’m the problem.”
“Why are you the problem?” he asked, pulling his head back so he could see her face.
“Were you planning on trying to have sex with Robin tonight?” she asked.
He blinked.
“You can’t ask me that,” he said.
“I just did,” she said.
“Why did you ask me that?” he grunted. She was still rubbing.
“Robin’s father and I have had discussions about the two of you. Her father expressed anxiousness that Robin might give you her virginity sometime soon. We have already established that you’re a man, so if you were dancing with her and she got weak, would you have tried to get in her panties? Tell the truth.”
“Um ... she said she would ... um ... after the dance ... but...” He finally stopped talking.
“But what?”
“I wouldn’t do that,” he gasped.
“Why not?”
“Because you’d kill me?”
She didn’t laugh, but she smiled.
“Why would I kill you for being normal?”
“I don’t know,” he groaned. “Would you please stop doing that?”
She looked confused and then stopped rubbing.
“You mean this?” She started again.
“Yes,” he said, weakly.
“Wouldn’t you want Robin to do that?”
“Yes, but –”
“I believe I’m Robin for the night. Aren’t I?”
“You can’t be Robin for the night,” he groaned.
“Why not?”
“You just can’t,” he whined.
“Oh ... I know why,” she said. “It’s because if Robin was dancing with you like this, I’m pretty sure her virginity would be in serious jeopardy. Right?”
“Why are you saying these things?” he asked.
She pulled him against her lush breasts and made them move again.
“Because I know how Robin would feel.”
She rubbed again and put her lips right beside his ear.
“I love you. I feel the same way,” she whispered.
He had calmed down. She had just danced with him and whenever he tried to speak she shushed him and said, “Just dance with me. I love dancing with you.”
Now, along with rubbing her pussy against his stiff cock, she commenced to rub her big breasts against him. She knew this was causing him angst, but he didn’t seem to know how horny she was, or that she had decided not to fight it. How he felt was obvious. If she was careful, maybe things would work out without destroying their relationship.
Then she felt it. He rubbed back. It was just a quick, little push, but he didn’t instantly apologize. She was instantly horny and knew she was in trouble. Or maybe not trouble. It all depended on how Bobby took things.
‘I am so glad you agreed to be my date for Sadie Hawkins,” she whispered.
“Why?”
“Because this feels so good I never want it to end. I want to dance all night,” she said.
“Mom?”
“Mm hmm?”
“I have to tell you something.”
“All right.”
“It’s going to make you mad but I can’t keep it in any longer. It’s driving me crazy.
“What is it?” she asked.
“I’m not thinking of you as my mother anymore,” he said. “I’m thinking of you as just my Sadie Hawkins date.”
“That’s the whole point,” she said.
The song ended but she didn’t let go. A new song started and they continued to sway.
“So it doesn’t gross you out?” he asked. He didn’t have to specify what he thought she might be grossed out about.
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