Blain looked at his reflection in the full-length mirror in his bedroom, turning from side to side as he did. He was about to go out on a very important, very special date, and he wanted to make sure he looked his best. He was wearing a dark green polo shirt and a pair of khaki pants, with brown shoes on his feet; he had wanted to wear a suit, but his date said no, that was too formal and to wear something more comfortable. As he looked at his reflection he was pleased with what he saw, smiling at himself.

“Perfect!” he said to himself. Then he walked out of his room and down the hall to his mom’s room, knocking on the closed door.

“Mom? Are you ready?” he asked through the door. “If we want to make our reservation then we need to be leaving in a few minutes,” he said.

“Just a minute, honey, I’m almost ready!” his mom, Vicky, said from inside her room.

The very important and very special date he had was with his mom. It was Valentine’s Day, and he was taking his mom out to dinner at one of the best restaurants in town. He’d been saving up for this date for almost a full year, and he was looking forward to it.

And his mom was looking forward to it as well. Ever since his father had walked out on them more than a year ago she’d been without any kind of male companionship other than his, and Blain could tell that she was very unhappy. He wanted to make her happy in any way that he could, so when one of his friends was talking about where he was going to take his girlfriend for Valentine’s Day Blain got the idea to take his mom out on a date on that day as well. When he asked her the next day her reaction surprised him.

“Oh, honey, that’s a wonderful idea! I would absolutely love to go out on a Valentine’s Day date with you!” she said, a huge grin on her face, her eyes sparkling. “Where are you taking me?” she asked, excited about the idea already.

“Where would you like to go?” he asked. She thought about it for a minute before answering; she wanted to go someplace nice but not expensive, since her son would be paying for the meal.

“Let’s go to Mia’s Place,” she said, naming a local Italian restaurant that had the best pizza and pasta in town.

“Are you sure, Mom?” he asked, a little surprised. He was expecting her to name someplace that was a little fancier, and when she didn’t he was both surprised and relieved. It wouldn’t take him too long at all to save up the money from his part-time job to pay for dinner at Mia’s Place.

“Yes, honey, I’m positive,” she said, beaming over at him.

That was two weeks ago, and now the big night was here. It was Valentine’s Day, and Blain was excited about his date with his mom. She’d been much happier around the house ever since he asked her out, happier than he’d seen her in almost a year, and he hoped that the date went well. The doorknob to his mother’s bedroom turned, snapping him back to reality, and then the door opened. When he saw his mom his mouth fell open and his eyes went wide with surprise.

“Well, honey, how do I look?” Vicky asked, a little nervous herself. This was the first time she’d dressed for a man in some time, and she was excited about it even if it was for her son.

Vicky was wearing a black V-neck dress that tied behind her neck, the V stopping right beneath her bosom and revealing the most amount of cleavage Blain had seen since their last trip to the beach when his mom wore her bikini. Vicky had a large bosom, wearing a 34D bra, and the dress showed her breasts off to their best advantage. The push-up bra she was wearing under the dress also helped, something that Blain took note of when he saw her for the first time.

From the bodice down the dress was layered, with each layer being about four inches wide. The dress fit her perfectly, not too snug and not too big, with the hemline stopping about a third of the way down her thigh. That made it long enough to cover her ass but short enough to give everyone a free show if she bent over at the waist. She was wearing a pair of knee-high leather boots on her feet and a black cloth choker around her neck, her long sandy brown hair hanging down straight to the middle of her back.

Blain thought the was the most beautiful, sexiest woman he’d ever seen, and he told her so.

“Wow, Mom, you’re beautiful!” he said, grinning.

“You don’t think it’s too much? The dress, I mean,” she said, running her hands down her sides as she looked down. She had chosen this dress for several reasons, the amount of cleavage it showed being one of them. The other was that it always made her feel sexy whenever she wore it, and after not having had the attention of a man directed at her for almost a year, she needed to feel sexy. Vicky had a very active libido which meant she had a very high sex drive, and without a man to help satisfy her libido the past year had been rough on her.

“I think it’s perfect,” Blain said, meaning it. “And it look fantastic on you, Mom,” he added.

“Thank you, honey,” she said, smiling up at him. Even though he was only 17 he was almost six feet tall, and Vicky was only five feet five inches tall. The boots helped, but not much.

“Are you ready, Mom?” he asked, eager to get started.

“Yes, but there’s one thing I want to say first,” she said, looking up at him.

“What’s that, Mom?” he asked.

“I don’t want to be your mom tonight,” she said, confusing him for just a moment. “Tonight I’m your girlfriend, not your mom. I don’t want you to treat me like your mom, I want you to treat me like your girlfriend in every way. Will you do that for me, honey?” she asked, looking up at him, a hopeful look on her face.

“Sure, Mom,” he replied, smiling at her.

“My name is Vicky, not Mom,” she said. “Girlfriend, remember?”

“Oh, right. Sure, Vicky,” he said, smiling. It was a little strange for him to call his mom by her first name, but if that was what she wanted then that was what she was going to get.

Dinner was as close to perfect as it could get. It took Blain a little while to stop thinking of his mom as his mom and start thinking of her as Vicky, his girlfriend, but by the time they were halfway through dinner he had made the mental transition. The way Vicky was acting and talking helped; she was acting and talking like his girlfriend and not his mom, and Blain hadn’t seen her this happy and smile this much in more than a year.

The only bad part about thinking of his mom as his girlfriend was that he couldn’t help but stare at her breasts. He knew she was wearing a bra under the dress, but the V-neck was so big and so wide that it looked like her breasts were going to fall out any second, wobbling inside her dress whenever she laughed – and she laughed a lot. He spent part of the date trying to hide the erection that looking at her breasts had given him while trying to get the erotic thoughts about her he was having out of his mind.

As Blain drove them home Vicky couldn’t help but think about what a good time she was having. Her son was quite a handsome young man, very polite and he treated her very good, so she knew he would make some lucky girl a fine husband someday – unlike his shit of a father. But she put thoughts of her soon-to-be-ex-husband out of her mind and concentrated on her boyfriend instead. She was a little concerned when, after a few moments of thinking of Blain as her boyfriend, she began wondering what it would be like to have sex with him. She felt a stirring deep inside her pussy, and she shifted in her seat a little. She put those thoughts out of her mind right away – or at least she tried to, but deep in the back of her mind they were still there.

And she wondered if Blain was having the same thoughts about her.

They arrived back at home and Blain parked the car in the driveway, then walked around to the other side and opened the door for his girlfriend.

“Thank you, Blain,” she said, smiling at him as she slipped her arm in his. They walked up the sidewalk to the front door arm in arm, with Blain unlocking and opening the door for her just as he had the car door. She smiled at him and stepped inside, giving him another good look at her breasts as she did. He followed her into the house and closed the door behind him, then followed her down the short hallway to the living room where she stopped and turned to face him.

“I had a simply wonderful time tonight, Blain, thank you so much!” she said with a big smile on her face, her eyes sparkling. “I honestly can’t remember when I’ve had that much fun on a date!” she added, looking up at him as he stood in front of her.

“I’m glad, Mom, I really am,” he replied, returning her smile.

“Vicky,” she corrected, “our date isn’t over yet so I’m still your girlfriend.”

“What do you mean the date isn’t over yet? We’re home, aren’t we?” he asked, confused.

“You haven’t kissed me goodnight yet,” she said, looking up at him. “Don’t you usually kiss your girlfriends goodnight at the end of a date?” she asked.

“Well, yeah, but...” he started to say.

“Then what are you waiting for? Come kiss me goodnight,” she said, her voice a little softer. Blain stepped forward and put his hands on her arms above the elbows, then kissed her softly on the cheek before stepping back.

“Oh, come on, really?” Vicky said, putting her hands on her hips and looking up at him. “Is that how you kiss your girlfriends? If so you’re never going to have another date! I meant what I said when I told you that I wanted you to treat me like your girlfriend in every way, so come over here and kiss me like you mean it!” she said, still smiling.

Blain stepped over and slid his arms around her waist, bringing his mouth down to hers. When their lips touched Blain thought she had the softest, most kissable lips he’d ever felt. Vicky lifted her arms and slid them around his neck as the kiss deepened a little, pulling him closer to her as their lips parted.

‘Oh, my, he’s a good kisser!’ Vicky thought to herself as they kissed, pulling him a little closer to her, pressing her big breasts against him. On impulse she parted her lips further and gingerly slipped her tongue into his mouth, feeling her own breathing increase and her heart rate go up when their tongues touched.

‘Holy shit!’ Blain thought to himself when Vicky slipped her tongue into his mouth. He felt his cock stirring in his pants as he pulled her closer to him, holding her up against him firmly. He could feel the big mounds of her breasts pressing against him, and it only made his cock grow harder faster. She sighed when he held her closer, tightening her arms around his neck and slipping her tongue further into his mouth. She was breathing faster now, her heart pounding in her chest so hard that she was surprised he couldn’t hear it. The kiss lasted for at least a full minute, and when it ended they were both left a little breathless and a little bewildered, both of them unsure of what to do next. Vicky looked up into Blain’s eyes as she spoke, her voice soft.

“Wow, that was ... good!” she said, breaking out into a smile.

“Thanks,” Blain replied, not knowing what else to say.

“Actually, that was better than good ... that was hot! That was hot as hell!” she said, looking into his eyes. “Do it again,” she whispered. Vicky could feel her libido kicking in, and while her common sense was telling her to ignore it her emotions were telling her not to. Blain hesitated as he looked down at her, unsure, and when she nodded at him to encourage him he leaned over and kissed her again.

Vicky sighed as their lips touched again, immediately sliding her tongue into his mouth as she pressed her body up against his, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. Blain slid his arms around her waist and pulled her to him, holding her tightly as well, and they could both feel the growing lump of his cock trapped between them. Blain could feel the big, firm mounds of her breasts pressing against his chest as the kiss deepened, Vicky sucking his tongue into her mouth and holding it there. She pushed her mound up against him gently but firmly, sighing as they kissed. Blain wanted to slide his hands down her body and grab her ass, but was hesitant to do it since she was, after all, his mother.

As if Vicky knew what he was thinking she took her arms from around his neck and, without breaking the kiss, grabbed his hands and moved them down to her ass, telling him what she wanted. Blain immediately grabbed her firm, rounded ass in both hands and squeezed hard. Vicky moaned softly as she slid her arms back around his neck, pressing her mound against him harder as he gripped and squeezed her ass.

When the kiss ended a few moments later they were both left breathless, her arms still around his neck and his hands still gripping her ass. They looked into each other’s eyes without saying a word, neither of them knowing what to say. They both knew what they wanted, but they were both hesitant to act on it.

Vicky gave in first, slipping her arms from around his neck and reaching around to take one of his hands in hers. Without a word she turned around and walked out of the living room and down the hallway, leading Blain by the hand. She led him to her bedroom and straight to her bed, stopping at the foot and turning to face him. Without a word she slid her arms around his neck again and pulled him down to kiss him, pressing her body up against him as she did. Blain returned the kiss, sliding his hands down her back to her ass, gripping it firmly in both hands once more and squeezing it harder as the kiss deepened. They both felt the hard lump of his growing cock trapped between them, the lump getting bigger and harder by the moment, and Vicky pressed her mound against it firmly. Her pussy was getting wetter by the moment, and her nipples were already so hard that they ached.

After a few more moments she broke off the kiss and stepped back, looking Blain in the eyes. She looked at him for a moment, her mouth hanging open slightly as she tried to catch her breath, then reached up behind her neck and untied the knot holding her dress up. Keeping her eyes on his she slowly pulled the top of the dress down, revealing her big tits in a black lacy push-up bra to him. He stared at her big breasts for a moment, his cock nearly rock-hard by now and pushing against his pants, before he spoke.

“Mom, I...” he began, but she cut him off.

“Vicky,” she said, keeping her eyes on his as she hooked her thumbs into the bodice of the dress and pushed it down her body and over her hips, wiggling her hips from side to side as she did. “Mom’s not here; it’s just me, Vicky,” she said, her voice a husky whisper. “Your girlfriend, remember?” she said, letting her dress drop to the floor and then stepping out of it. She was wearing a pair of black lacy panties that matched her bra and were barely big enough to cover her pubic mound.

“Right,” Blain replied, not knowing what else to say. As if to put his mind at ease Vicky stepped forward and kissed him again, sliding one arm around his neck while she reached down with the other and grabbed the big, hard lump of his cock through his pants, squeezing firmly. The kiss lasted for several long, enjoyable moments, and when Vicky broke it off she kept her grip on his cock as she spoke, her face inches from his, her voice a sultry whisper as she looked into his eyes.

“And Vicky fucks on the first date,” she whispered, squeezing his cock for emphasis.

Before he could say anything or react, Vicky dropped down to her knees in front of him, reaching up and unfastening first his belt and then his pants, looking at the big lump of his cock inside his pants right in front of her face as she did. When she had his belt and pants unfastened she pulled his zipper down, opening his pants and folding the two sides of his fly back. Then she pulled open the fly of his briefs and slipped her hand inside, looking up at him as she did. She found his hard cock with her hand and wrapped her fingers around it, gripping it firmly. She looked down at his cock in his shorts for a moment before looking up at him again, pausing to see if he was going to object or try and stop her. The look in his eyes told her that he wasn’t, so she dropped her eyes back down to his crotch and pulled his cock out of his briefs.

“Oh, my!” she gasped as she saw his erect cock for the first time. Vicky had seen her fair share of hard cocks in her lifetime, but she’d never seen one as perfectly formed and as beautiful as Blain’s. It was at least six inches long and very thick, so thick that she almost couldn’t get her fingers around it.