Me and Mom on Date Night

Me and Mom on Date Night

My name is Jerry, short for Gerald, and I am 23 years old. When I was 10 I was adopted. Jim and Karen had moved in a few doors down when I was 6. My life up to that point was pretty lousy. My parents were what you might call white trash. We lived in a nice house in a nice neighborhood only because my mom had won some lottery so we bought the house, a couple of new cars, a boat and the rest, my parents blew on drugs and alcohol. I guess you could say we were white trash with money.

Jim and Karen had two daughters; Tracey was three years older than me, and Amanda was three years younger. Both had dark hair and were very cute; and both were adopted. Jim was just a regular guy with a 9 to 5 job who loved working with kids. He got me involved in little league baseball and football and basketball. Karen was simply beautiful to me. To everyone else she was probably just a regular mom but I saw something special. 

After they moved in I spent a lot of time at their house playing with Tracey and Mandy. They liked to do a lot of the things I liked. Riding bikes, playing video games, watching TV. Anytime I ate at their house we always sat at the table with the TV off. And we talked about what was going on in our lives. Raised voices were never allowed. I felt very good spending time with them. Karen would take us swimming or skating or to a movie during the day while Jim was at work. It was as if I was part of the family; and they treated me like it.

Shortly after they moved in my dad got killed in a drug buy gone bad. About 2 months later I was woke up one morning by someone crashing in thru the front door. The police were raiding our house. Karen must have seen the whole thing happen because she was right behind the police. I was scared and crying and Karen was telling the police she wanted me to go with her and for them not to take me. My mom had to let her take me or I would have had to go to a foster home. My mom had been dealing drugs out of the house and had to go to jail for a long time. During the time she was in jail Karen and Jim convinced her to let them adopt me. 

My first night after being adopted didn’t feel any different than any other night. It was just a regular night with my family. My real family. The next day was Saturday and it started off like any other. Breakfast, then chores, then some TV before lunch. That afternoon we went to the mall for back-to-school clothes. This was new for me but I loved it. We shopped all afternoon and got to eat at a nice restaurant for dinner. Walking out to the car after dinner I hugged my new mom and dad and told them I loved them. They hugged me back and told me they loved me too. Then the girls joined in and we had a big family hug and cry right there in the parking lot. That night I had a bad dream and went in to mom and dad’s room to tell them I was scared. Mom pulled the covers back and let me slip in the bed with her. She was on her left right side facing away from dad so I laid down the same way, with her at my back. She was wearing a knee length silky night gown that felt very nice against my back. Mom laid her arm across me and pulled me close to her. She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek and told me she loved me more than anything in the world and would never let anything happen to me. That was the best sleep that night.

A couple of months later I had another bad dream and again went to mom and dad’s room. This time the door was shut and when I opened it mom yelled at me to shut the door and get out. I had the door open enough to see mom sitting on top of dad moving up and down. She upset me so much that I ran back to my room crying. A few seconds later she came to my room and apologized for yelling at me. She told me that I should never open a closed door. I should knock and ask for permission to go in first. I told her I had had a bad dream and wanted sleep with her. She said I couldn’t sleep with her but I could go sleep with Tracey or Mandy. We all had our own room and Tracey’s was closer so that’s where I went. Tracey was almost 14 and had started to develop into a woman. She had more than just lumps for boobs. They were actually quite nice for her age. Tracey was wearing just a t-shirt and panties to sleep in. She hugged me and pulled me close to her and we went to sleep. 

The next day I told Tracey what I saw mom and dad doing. She gave me a little explanation but told me I should ask dad more about it. I did and dad gave me “the talk.” I got my first hard-on thinking about mom and dad having sex. Dad told me that I should never have sex with anyone unless I loved them more than anything in the world. Mom had said those same words to me just a few months earlier. I talked to Tracey about sex a lot. She knew a lot about it and knew where dad had some magazines and video tapes. Tracey and I watched a few of them in her room late at night and I thought about mom a lot. About her and me. She said she loved me more than anything in the world and I loved her the same. 

As I went thru puberty I thought about sex a lot. And I always thought about mom. She was beautiful. Long, dark hair, medium size boobs (smaller than Tracey’s), and nice curves around her hips and thighs. Mom never dressed what you would call sexy. Just casual; unless her and dad were going out. They used to call it “date night.” That was once a month.

Dad had to go out of town when I had my eighteenth birthday. He didn’t want to but there was nothing he could do about it. I decided mom and I would have our own “date night.” This was my first good opportunity to try to have sex with my mom. She asked me what I wanted to do for my birthday. I told her I wanted a date with her to go to the restaurant we went to after I was adopted. She said, “Just me and you? Not even the girls?” “That’s what I want. Get dressed up, let me drive and take my favorite girl out for a date.” Mom talked to dad about me driving his brand new Mustang Cobra to take her out. Dad said it would be ok since she was going with me. I had driven the Cobra before but only with dad. Never ever by myself. This was going to be a night to remember.

The night arrived and I was almost shaking I was so nervous. Mom came out of her room wearing a bright blue knee length dress that hugged her all over. The top was cut low enough that her tits were almost coming out. I had on a nice pair of tan slacks and a blue shirt and blazer. Mom said we made a terrific looking couple. I was getting a hard-on and we hadn’t even left the house. 

I held the car door open for her and got a teriffic look at her legs as she slid in to the leather seats. Walking from the car to the restaurant I held my arm around her waist. AS we got to the door I intentionally let my hand rub across her ass when I reached for the door. As we waited for our table I kept complimenting her on how good she looked. During our meal I asked mom what her and dad would do on their date nights. She said, Nothing fancy. Just dinner and maybe a movie. Sometimes we might go to the lake and sit and talk.” “Do you ever have sex?” I asked. “What? Do we ever have sex? You mean on date night or just in general?” “On date nights,’ I said. “Well, yes. Sometimes we do. Not always.” “Where do you go?” I asked. “Are you sure you want to talk about this?” mom said. “Sure. I want to know all about it.” Everything she said I imagined it was with me. She told me how they would fool around if they went to the lake or they might wait until they got home. She didn’t give specifics but I have a good imagination.