Chapter 26

Blake was home alone with his mother again on Friday night. Even thought he was almost fifteen years old, Blake had never really been out on a date. It was not because he wasn't good looking, in fact, just the opposite; he was almost 5' 9" with sandy blond hair and pretty brown eyes. There were many girls that would have gladly dated him, even those several years older.

While Blake had an athletic build, he wasn't a jock. He could have been on any number of high school sports teams but instead he chose more academic pursuits. He loved chemistry and biology, always getting straight A's.

The truth was that Blake thought that most girls just seemed so silly. Now his mom was a different story; she was the prettiest and sexiest woman he had ever seen.

His mom had fascinated Blake since he was very young. He could remember trying to peek in on her when she took a bath or left the bedroom door slightly open. His little cock would immediately get hard if he got a glimpse of her bra or panties. God, how he loved those panties, he thought. He couldn't really remember when he had started stealing her panties. He now had quite a collection. While he felt embarrassed about doing it, he couldn't stop himself.

Blake found himself dreaming about his mom every day. He would fantasize about what it would be like to have her naked body next to him, to feel her soft breast pressing to his chest. That was the fantasy he jerked off to every day, until the day that he had seen her and Tracy together. Now he had masturbated every day with that vision in his head.

"Well, I guess it's just you and I alone again on Friday night," Wendy said, startling her son.

Blake turned from the TV and smiled at his mom. "Yea, I guess no body wants us," he said with a pout as his mom sat on the sofa next to him. "You know what mom, I really can't think of anyone I would rather be with."

"Thank you Blake, that's so sweet, I feel the same way about you," Wendy said hugging her son. "Why don't you and I take in a movie... that is if you don't mind being seen with your old mom?"

"Wow, really mom," Blake said almost too quickly. "I mean... sure if you don't have anything else to do."

"Come on let's get dressed," Wendy said patting her son's leg and getting up.

Twenty minutes later they were in the car heading for the multiplex theater. Wendy had chosen to wear a short dress with no nylons and Blake had on his standard Bermuda shorts, baggy T-shirt and sandals.

It didn't take Wendy long to notice that Blake was looking at her legs. She knew that her skirt had ridden up, showing a lot of her tanned thighs. A little thrill ran through her as she opened her legs a little wider causing her skirt to ride even higher.

As hard a Blake tried, he couldn't take his eyes from his mom's legs. He felt his cock begin to harden in his shorts. He needed to do something to take his mind off of his mom's sexy legs. Another inch and he would be able to see her panties.

"Mom, do you miss being married?" Blake asked trying to occupy his mind.

"Of course not Blake honey, not when I have a man like you around."

"Come on mom, I'm serious."

"Well, I guess, sometimes. There are some things I miss very much."

"Why don't you date more?" Blake asked.

"I don't know, I guess I just haven't found a man that I truly like," Wendy answered sadly.

"Do you think you will marry again?"

"Who knows, maybe some day? Hey, maybe I'll marry you," Wendy said with a smile and put her hand on her son's thigh.

"I'd marry you in a second," Blake responded then felt his face turn red.

"Thank you sweety, I think the woman that gets you is going to be a very lucky lady."

Blake felt the warmth of his mother's hand on his bare thigh and felt his cock begin to lengthen in his shorts again. He looked over and almost gasped when he saw that his mother's short dress was now high enough that he could see the crotch of her pale blue panties; the same panties that he had masturbated into many times.

"Well, are we going to see a movie or sit here all night?" Wendy said looking at her son as he stared at her spread legs.

Blake didn't even realize that the car had stopped. He looked up and saw his mother's smiling face. He knew that she had seen him staring at her panties. His face was beet red as he got out of the car.

The movie was good but it could not compare to the thrill Blake got sitting next to his mother in the dark theater. He could smell her perfume and feel her arm touch his. At one exciting point in the movie, Wendy reached over and grabbed his hand and squeezed it tight. Blake felt his heart begin to beat rapidly as she pulled his hand over to her bare thigh.

Wendy was very much aware of what she was doing to her son. It was no accident that he had seen her panties in the car. Now she could feel her own heart beating fast as she pulled his hand to her thigh. She put her hand on top of his, letting his palm rest on her warm skin. When he left it there without moving, she used her hand to move it up and down, slowly rubbing his open hand on her smooth skin.

Blake's cock was now rock hard in his pants. He could not believe that his mom was rubbing her thigh with his hand. He began to move his hand on his own, using his fingers to gently caress his mother's leg. Each time his hand moved, it went a little further up his mother's leg until finally, it was under her dress. Blake knew that he was only an inch from his mom's pussy. Did he dare move higher? He looked over and saw that his mother's eyes were on the screen. When he looked down saw that his hand was completely under her dress his heart beat even more rapidly. A little shiver ran through him as he moved his fingers a fraction of an inch higher. His head was spinning in excitement. He thought he heard his mother sigh and felt her thighs movie a little further apart when his little finger touched the cloth covering her crotch.

Wendy couldn't believe that she had let her son's hand go so far. Yet here she was in this public theater with her son's fingers touching her panties. She could feel excitement coursing though her as his fingers gently rubbed the little strip of cloth. If he moved his fingers an inch lower he would feel how wet she was.

Blake, being young, did not really know if his mom knew what his fingers were touching. She seemed to be so interested in the movie that maybe she just didn't realize where his fingers were. He decided to get a little bolder and let his fingers slide down the center of her panties, pushing the material between the lips. He tried hard to suppress a gasp as he felt the first pussy he had ever felt in his life. The tips of his fingers became wet with his mother's pussy juice.

Suddenly, the lights in the theater came on and the screen began to roll with credits. Neither Wendy nor Blake had realized that the movie had ended. The two startled people stood up quickly and began to exit the theater with the rest of the crowd. Both mother and son were still breathing heavy, Blake's cock tenting his pants.

When they exited the theater there was a line of people at the ticket counter. Sitting on a cement wall were three teenagers from Blake's school; the school bullies. They were smoking cigarettes and watching the girls. When Blake and his mother passed by the leader of the group yelled, "There's Blake going to the movies with his mommy."