“Are you sure you aren’t drunk? I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
“I’m a grown woman and a consenting adult. I know exactly what I want.”
“God, I can’t believe this is happening.”
“There’s nothing to be shy about,” she replied. “I’ll give you a hand.”
She reached over with both hands and she began to unzip my pants. It was a surreal moment. I kept my eyes on the four people sitting near the front, in case someone turned around. We stayed quiet enough so that no one could hear.
With my hard cock free, my mother immediately grabbed it and stroked it. After a few quick strokes, my mother lifted the arm rest which separated us, and she bent down to suck the head of my cock. It happened so fast that I didn’t know what to think. It was really uncomfortable having my own mother do that to me, but it felt so good that I couldn’t bring myself to stop it.
I felt her wet tongue swirling around the swollen head of my cock. And I felt her warm mouth sucking as hard as she could.
The movie screen suddenly brightened, and I looked down to see a clear view of my mother’s beautiful face in my lap. Her lips were wrapped tightly around my erection as she bobbed her head up & down. I moved her long hair away from her face so that I could get a better look at her. It was a completely surreal sight. I looked up again to make sure that no one was looking at us. I was scared of getting caught. But we were safe.
When she lifted her head, there was a loud plopping sound from the suction. She looked at me, and she used the back of her hand to wipe away the excess saliva around her mouth. Her hair was a mess from all the bobbing she did.
“Did you like that?” she whispered.
“It was amazing,” I replied awkwardly.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it. Now I need you to return the favor. I’m really wet downstairs.”
With that said, my mother leaned back in her seat and pulled her panties down to her ankles. She spread her legs and lifted the bottom of her dress. The movie screen was bright, so I saw the glistening fluids between her legs. Her pussy looked inviting and dripping wet.
“What do you want me to do?” I asked.
“Touch it. Rub it. Do whatever you want.”
Without much thought, I touched my mother’s thigh for the very first time in my life. It was soft and womanly. I gave it a nice squeeze. She felt the way that a real woman should. My cock became even stiffer and my newfound lust for my mother was clouding all judgement. I slowly moved my hand down her leg and towards her crotch, which made her gasp. I touched her wet pussy, and she moaned.
Before I could slip my fingers inside of her pussy, someone in the theater got up and left the auditorium. I became nervous and moved my hand away. I also put my throbbing hard cock back inside my pants and zipped it up.
“I’m sure he’s just going to the bathroom,” my mother whispered in my ear.
“Hopefully.”
It felt like an eternity while we waited. My mother and I were equally horny. After a few more minutes of sheer torture, the man finally came back and sat down in his seat.