Taking Mom to the Movies

Sex stories, mom and son, incest stories, Taking Mom to the MoviesTaking Mom to the Movies… My mother looked like a combination of beauty and heartbreak.

It was evening and she sat by the dining table with a big glass of wine. She was wearing a beautiful black dress, which elegantly showcased her womanly figure. Her hair was perfectly done. Her make-up was also beautifully done, except for the smeared mascara around her eyes from the tears.


I had just come home from an evening college class and I saw her looking heartbroken.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, walking towards her.

“Remember that date I told you about? Well, it’s not happening anymore.”

She had been excited all week to go on a date with a big shot attorney. They worked in the same law firm where my mother was a legal assistant in another department. They had been talking for a while, and when he finally asked her out, she was thrilled.

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s no big deal,” she replied, taking another sip of wine. “I’ll order us some pizza later.”

I wasn’t an expert on women, but I knew that my mother wanted company. I couldn’t just walk away when she was so vulnerable. What kind of son would I be if I simply turned away?

“You look great tonight,” I said, sitting down next to her. “This guy sounds like a real idiot.”

She smiled. “Thanks. You’re sweet.”

“Of course I am.”

She smiled again. “So what’s a handsome young man like you doing being single?”

“Long story.”

She checked the clock. “It’s only 5:46. Do you have anything better to do?”

“I guess not.”

“Then tell me. Why are you still single?”

I shrugged. “College girls are different. I don’t know. I guess I’m old fashioned. Women these days mostly care about their phones and their online status. Or they like to go to clubs. I just like to go out and do normal stuff.”

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“So there aren’t any college girls who like doing normal stuff and aren’t obsessed with their phones?” my mother asked, almost in a state of disbelief. .

“Well, of course there are, but they’re hard to find. Or they’re already dating someone.”

“If only the women of this world could realize what a wonderful & sexy man you are,” she said playfully.

“There’s no need to get sarcastic here.”

“I’m only teasing,” she replied, taking another sip of wine.

“So what about you? How come you’re single?”

She thought for a moment. “I’ve always been raised to be an independent woman. Part of that means working all the time. And maybe I set my standards too high for what a good man is.”

There was a brief look of sadness in her eyes when she spoke. She turned her attention away from me and took another sip of her wine. It was sort of an awkward moment between us.

“You sound like you have regrets,” I replied, nearly doing an impression of a therapist.

“I suppose I do. I’ve turned down a lot of really good men over the years. Usually it was because of my hectic work schedule. Sometimes it’s because I thought someone better would come along.”

“Well, you deserve the best.”

She took another sip of wine. “That’s what I’ve always thought. But I’m not getting any younger. When I was your age, all I had to do was put on a tshirt and jeans, and I was able to turn every head in the neighborhood. I didn’t need make-up or any fancy clothes. Now, I’m a little older.”

“You know, some guys actually prefer older women,” I replied, trying to comfort her.

“I know. I still get glances from a lot of younger men. It’s flattering. But they’re not my type.”

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“You’ll find someone soon. I promise.”

She managed to crack a smile. “I’ll order some pizza now. I feel like binging on carbs & cheese.”

“Good idea.”

She thought for a quick moment. “You know what? Screw that guy. Why should I let him ruin my night? Who the hell does he think he is?”

My mother suddenly got her energy & fire back. I hoped it wasn’t the wine talking, but she looked energized. At least she wasn’t going to be depressed for the rest of the night.

“You sound like you’re back to normal,” I gladly noted.

“I spent a lot of time to look good for tonight. So why don’t we go to a fancy restaurant together? I still have the reservations for 8 o’clock. It’ll be a fun date. My treat, of course.”

Suddenly I found myself in an even more awkward position. How weird would it be to go out on a date with my own mother at a fancy restaurant?

“Do you really think that’s a good idea?” I asked as nicely as I could.

Her eyes suddenly showed signs of being depressed again.

“You’re not interested?” she asked, hiding her sadness.

The look in her eyes, and the tone in her voice put me in an impossible position. What kind of person would I be if I refused and made her cry all night from being heartbroken?

“I’m interested. It sounds like fun.”

A beaming smile quickly appeared on her face.

“I knew you’d join!” she beamed. “Change your clothes. Wear something nice. It’s going to be fun.”

My mother took a final sip of the wine, stood up, and gave me a big wet kiss on the cheek. She also gave me a tight hug, and she thanked me for going.


We arrived at the fancy restaurant before 8. To my surprise, my mother had changed into a different dress. It was bright red, sleek (which showcased her voluptuous body), and it even showed her cleavage. Being a professional woman, she rarely ever showed her cleavage. But tonight, for whatever reason, she decided to show it off. I tried my best not to look at her boobs.

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“What are you going to order?” she asked with her eyes on the menu.

“I don’t know. Everything looks really good.”

“Maybe you have your eyes on something that’s not on the menu?” she replied, looking at me with a faint smile.

There was a slightly mischievous look on her face, as if she had caught me glancing at her breasts. I wasn’t sure if she had actually caught me though, and I tried my best to act natural.

“I’ll have whatever you have,” I replied, putting the menu down.

“Nice choice. I know exactly what to order.”

My mother signaled an attractive young waitress, who came to our table with a polite smile. My mother ordered us some expensive steaks, along with some expensive drinks. I couldn’t believe how much she was willing to spend for dinner, but then again, she wanted the night to be special.

The waitress commended us for our choice. “We also have a special promotion tonight. We’re offering a 50% discount for desserts to couples here on a date. Will you two be interested in that?”

My mother briefly looked at me and smiled, before returning her attention back to the waitress.

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