Taking Mom to the Movies

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My eyes widened as I looked at her. It wasn't a joke. She was completely serious about wanting to touch my erection.
"No. Of course not."
"Really?"
She reached down and caressed my erection. It felt sensational. It had been a while since I had sex, so any touch from a woman was appreciated, even from my own mother. She continued rubbing me and I just sat there enjoying every second. When she squeezed it, I let out a small gasp.
"You sound pretty interested," she whispered. "What's it going to be? Are we both going to sit here and suffer? Or should we have some fun tonight on our date?"
I was quickly becoming weak to my mother's sexual advances. Her hand felt so good. It felt amazing. I couldn't say 'no' anymore. She had a great point. Both of us needed relief. I placed the container of popcorn on the empty seat next to me and I prepared for whatever my mother wanted.
"What do you want me to do?" I asked, caving in.
She smiled, "Take it out. I want to play with it for a moment."
"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 armrest 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 and 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.
"You see, I told you he was just using the bathroom," my mother whispered again.
"Thank god."
I slid my hand back down my mother's thigh. I was becoming more aroused by the second. I touched the outside of her warm pussy again.
Suddenly, she put her hand over mine, pushing me away.
"I'm not interested in that anymore," she said.