Work Text:
Another Friday night single and without anything to do. As the great Sonic the Hedgehog would say, God I'm pathetic.
I crack open a cold drink and whipped out my phone, the ultimate time killer and increaser of anxiety. Feeling particular lonely I open up one of the couple online dating apps on my phone. Not sure why I even bother with them, I never get and matches, and even if I did I'd probably be too shy to ever make the first move.
I mindlessly swipe right at every moderately attractive woman, barely paying attention and not even even reading their profiles. I figure quantity, not quality will end up getting me a date eventually, maybe. Hasn't worked yet, but if there's one thing I'm great at is not learning my lessons.
I'm about to close the app when my phone plays a loud ding I've never heard before. What's this? A notification? From the dating app? I matched with someone? Someone else swiped right!
My fingers fumble as I quickly swipe and poke the screen to see who I've matched with.
I go to their profile, expecting the worst, and what I find made me realize my expectations are way too optimistic.
At first glace, the woman was a gorgeous, buxom, full-bodied MILF. Long black hair, dark smokey makeup and a massive rack. Score, right? Unfortunately this woman is my mother.
This can't be right, right? I matched with my own mother? When did I swipe right? When did SHE swipe right? This has to be someone's bad idea of a joke, right?
I wanted to throw my phone across the room in nervous disgust, but the ever presenting looming specter of my phone bill kept me from that.
I try to calm myself. Maybe she's like me and wasn't paying attention when she swiped. Maybe she swiped as a little joke? No way in Hell was it a serious swipe, right?
Though, what has my curiosity more, is the fact that she has a dating profile to begin with.
Throughout all my life she's been single. It's always just been me and mom, with a nebulous concept of a dad that she never talks about and I never cared to pry into.
She's gotten friendly with some men before, but never anything serious as far as I'm aware. I guess I always assumed she was fine being single, or at least you never took her for the type to try online dating.
My morbid curiosity gets the better of me and I go to her profile, both wondering and dreading what I might find. I know I could just close the app and forget all about this, but I've never been one to pass up mentally torturing myself.
Let's see. Age 42, Pisces, female, likes long walks and scary movies. Yup, this is mom alright.
I read on, still afraid of what I might find deeper into her page.
Pretty standard stuff so far, mostly boring standard dating app fluff. She likes to party, loves good food, loves her kid (love you too mom) and needs to get her guts rearranged. Wait, what?
Yeah, I read that right. Now entering the trauma zone.
Under all that sappy boring stuff about wanting to sip wine under the moon is just paragraphs about wanting to cut loose and fuck around. Apparently she hasn't had sex in years and needs to let off some steam. A lot actually, from the sounds of it.
I never knew this side of her. I also never knew this app allowed this kind of stuff on profiles, cause where boy there's some raunchy stuff here. As far as I've always known mom she's been pretty modest and conservative when it came to sexual topics.
Poor mom just needs to get her rocks off. Guess every kids learns at some point their parent is human after all.
I'm about ready to close to app and drink all this away, but something catches my eye again. Her profile picture.
I knew mom was a looker, I'm not an idiot, but wow she really is gorgeous. Not even just for her age, she's just straight up hot.
In her profile picture she's wearing a black silky dress with thin spaghetti noodle straps, barely containing her massive tits, her cleavage on full display. It comes down to mid thigh, above her knees. She's wearing a black choker and black pumps.
If she was anyone other woman, I'd say this woman was exactly my type. If she were any other woman I'd probably be really turned on right now.
Wait. Uh oh.
I flip through her gallery. Each picture is just a sensual and jaw dropping as the last. When I lived at home she always wore big comfy sweaters and wore very light makeup. Seeing her this way is a shock to the system to say the least.
My heart races as I start to realize I just don't know my mom is hot as a matter of fact, but I'm actually pretty attracted to her.
We're way beyond the trauma zone now, now entering the complex zone.
I finally close the app.
"What the fuck is wrong with me?" I think over and over, disgusted with myself.
What do I do now? How can I face mom again? Knowing how hot she is. Knowing She wants to get her guts rearranged. Is it possible to have a normal relationship with your mom like this?
I can't help but mentally go back to that slutty black dress. I've never seen her wear anything like that growing up. Did she get it after I moved out? Did she have a secret night life I just never knew about?
I wonder if she'd wear that dress while getting fucked.
Jesus, what IS wrong with me?
Well, I'm fucked. Definitely going to Hell if there is one, because as I'm mentally picturing my soft, plump mother getting raw dogged by strange men my hand creeps down my pants.
This isn't my proudest moment. Pretty far from it, really.
At some point after masturbating to fantasies of mom getting fucked in every situation my warped little brain could think of, I feel asleep.
My dreams weren't much different, more fantasies of mom being a sexual dynamo. Though, for some reason Kermit was also there.
I woke up in a daze. What year was it? What did I do last night? As I rubbed my still drowsy eyes I remembered everything.
Fuck.
Not undoing any of that.
I figure, besting I can do now is just try to forget. Live my life and not thinking about it. Do literally anything. Forget I have have a mom for awhile.
*Ding!*
Someone sent me a text.
It's mom.
She wants to talk about something. She asked me to call her.
Why? Why does she want to talk? What does she want to talk about? Does she somehow know what I did? Does mom actually have omniscience like I always suspected as a kid?
Is it about the match? What would she want to say about us matching?
I steady myself. It's probably nothing. She probably wants to just tell me about a good deal she saw at the market. Maybe some distant cousin I've never met died. Oh what I wouldn't give for it to be some distant dead cousin.
I swallow my anxiety enough to call her. Each ring is like a jack hammer to the soul.
"Hello?" she answers.
"Hi mom" I reply. "You wanted me to call you?"
"Yeah. I saw we matched on the, well, that dating app."
Damn. Never any dead cousins when you need them.
"Well, I guess I tend to swipe right a lot without really thinking. Totally wasn't paying attention. I'm sure you're the same way. You take a lot after me," she said with a soft chuckle.
"Haha, yeah, I was really surprised when we matched. I don't remember ever swiping right on you."
Mom grew quiet for about half a minute, the silence so thick you could cut it with a knife.
"I'm sure you also read some of my profile. I'm sorry if you saw any of that. I'd never have wrote all that if I ever knew you might see it," she added.
"Oh, I didn't read any of it" I lied, pretty badly at that.
"Well don't!" She blurted. "Sorry, just, don't want me baby being traumatized."
Oh, way too late for that, mom.
"I'm mostly surprised you have a dating profile at all. I guess I got used to you being single, the thought of you dating seems weird" I half joked.
"Hopefully not too weird. Your old mom doesn't want to stay single forever, you know".
"I'm sure you'll be able to get a date easily with a profile like that."
Oops.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"I mean, um, with those profile pics" I shakily responded, unsure how to end this topic.
"Oh, you think they look nice?"
Please God kill me now.
"Yeah, of course," I meekly answered, hoping that'd be enough.
"How do I look in them? Do you think I look attractive enough?" she questioned further.
"And be honest! I know I'm your mother but you always give good feedback."
At least I know my mother respects my opinions. Silver linings and all that.
"Well, that black dress is really nice on you. Your makeup is nicely done too."
"Oh thank you baby, that's so sweet!" she said gleefully.
"I just wish I had more reasons to wear it."
"Well, hopefully you an get another match soon. You know, so you can wear it out on a date" I awkwardly mutter out.
"You know, I was so happy when I saw I had a notification. I really thought I had a real match," she explained.
"I mean, I did match with a 10/10 cutie," she joked.
She definitely knew my face was bright red with that. She always loved embarrassing me like that.
"Well, if I'm such a 10 why don't you go on a date with me?" I joked, trying to put on a fake cool guy accent, instantly wanting to punch myself in the face for not stopping to think before I speak.
Mom giggled.
"Alrighty then, I could use a fun night out. Why won't we have dinner somewhere and catch up?" she proposed.
Despite everything, that doesn't sound like a bad time. I've always liked spending time with mom, and it has been too long.
"Hey, sounds good to me. I'd love to spend some time with you. Next Friday work for you?"
- - -
Well, I have a date planned with my mother.
Wait, it's not a date. It's just a casual dinner with my dinner mother you barely have time to see anymore. Nothing weird about that.
Though, if it's not weird, why am I so horny again?
- - -
It's Friday now. I'm waiting patiently in my car outside my mother's house. She always takes an extra long to get ready, so I arrived ten minutes later than planned. Of course she's still not ready yet.
I take take deep breaths, trying to steady my nerves. This is just a casual dinner with mom, nothing more. I've gone out with mom plenty of times, nothing is different about this time.
My heart stooped when I finally saw her exit the house. She was wearing the same black dress in her dating profile picture. Some choker, smokey makeup and pumps too. It was like she jumped straight off of her profile page.
Oh boy this is gonna be a long night.
Right after getting in the car she gives me a big hug. I try to ignore her breasts pressing up against me.
"Oh it's so nice to see you again, baby!" she exclaimed.
"It's really nice seeing you too mom, it's been too long," I respond, thinking about how I've actually been seeing her in my dreams every night since we matched.
- - -
The car ride to the restaurant was pretty uneventful. We chatted and caught up like we normally do. For just a moment I managed to forget about all the weirdness of the past week.
Maybe tonight would go fine and I can put all that incest fantasy stuff behind me. I hoped, at least.
- - -
We both sit down at our table. It's a dimly lit place, a romantic restaurant you usually find love-dovey hormone drenched couples at.
I struggle to remember who chose this place. I can't remember, but I'm not sure which option would be worse.
I'm handed my menu, and wanting to distract myself I start ready every bit of it thoroughly. I eye every entree and side dish, even the ones I know I'd never order.
For a moment my eyes break away from the menu and dart over to mom.
FUCK.
She's hot as Hell.
Just like in her profile pic, her makeup is done amazingly well. Black matte lipstick that contrasts against her pale fair skin. He black silky hair hangs over her still youthful face. Her eye shadow is smokey and sultry,
That dress though, I can't take my eyes off of it.
If mom was a meal, surely her heavy perky breasts barely contained by that dress would be the main course, and baby I'm ready to dig in.
God I really need therapy.
Mom gives me a soft smile. I wonder if she noticed me staring at her breasts. God, I hope not.
I give her an awkward smile back before going back to reading the menu for a second time,
"I know you're not gonna get anything hard since you're driving, but would you be upset if I got a little something to drink?" she asked.
"Course not, mom."
She placed he hand on mine and gave me a big smile.
"Thanks, Honey. I really it, it's been a stressful week."
Oh she has no idea.
- - -
The night continues on, we get our food and starting eating and chatting about inconsequential things. Mom's drinks seemingly disappearing faster than her food.
"This is so nice," she comments.
"Just two hot 10s having a nice romantic dinner," she joked.
The slight slurring in speech made it clear the alcohol was starting to hit.
"Come on, mom you're the only 10 here."
You ever feel like the words coming out of your mouth are coming from an entirely different person? A different person whom you hate?
Mom seemed a little taken back.
"Well, first of all, you're a bonefied cutie. Definitely a 10. How dare you say you're not!" she exclaimed, her words occasionally slurring.
"Second, you really think I'm hot?"
"Well, yeah, I have eyes," I answer without thinking.
A coy smile grows on mom's face.
"Well, what do those eyes see?"
Her tone could be considered sultry. Too much so for comfort. Surely she was just joking, right?
"You're my mom, I can't answer that."
"Come on baby, you must have liked something you saw when you swiped right."
Jesus titty-fucking Christ, mom.
"I swear I wasn't paying attention when I swiped, I was an accident like you said!"
"Uh hm," she responded dismissively, still displaying that smile,
"I guess it's only natural to be disgusted with your mother's body," she signed out, trying to guilt me into answering.
Come on mom, don't do this.
"I'm not disgusted, far from it!"
Please someone take away my ability to speak.
"How far?"
"I, uh, never mind," I nervously spit out, unable to really think of what to say.
"No, tell me. Do you find me attractive?"
Tipsy or not, what a bombshell thing to ask, mom.
"Like I said before, I have eyes, I know you're attractive," I tried to explain.
"But do YOU find me attractive?" she pressed.
I felt paralyzed. What do I say? What could I even say?
"I mean, I guess, a little," I squeaked out.
"Only a little?" she asked, her hand returning to on top of my own.
"I, er, I mean, I do think you're," I stuttered out, mom interrupting me before I could finish.
"Oh you're just so cute when you're all flustered!" she teased before taking another big gulp of her wine.
My face had to be bright red as a tomato. I know my mom would get a little friendly and flirty when she had too much to drink, but with me?
What really bothered me the most is I think I actually liked it.
"Nobody has told me I was beautiful in years. I was starting to think I was ugly," she explained.
"I guess it's nice to hear it from you, even if other people don't think so.
"That's crazy, mom! You're drop-dead hot!" I blurted out, upset with the idea she could ever think she wasn't beautiful.
"I'm glad to hear that, Honey. I know I'm your mom but I still tried to look my best for this day."
"You definitely succeeded. Almost thought I had the wrong house when you came out, thought you were a super model at first."
"Oh now you're just teasing your poor old mom!"
"I do seriously think you could put a lot of models to shame," I insisted.
"Honey, that's so sweet. You're making me blush." She was indeed starting to turn a gentle shade of red.
This coy back and forth continued for a little while longer. As we joked and teased each other mom continued having glass after glass of wine. I honestly wanted to ask the waiter to cut her off already.
"Oh baby, tonight really has been wonderful." She stumbled over her words, it was clear she was at her limit.
"Yeah, but I think it's time to get you home, mom," I explained, genuinely a little concerned.
'Oh poo, and I wanted to go dancing with you!"
At this point I couldn't tell if she was joking or not.
- - -
We finished our food and I paid for both meals. I'm sure mom would have insisted paying if she was sober, but it could be my treat this time,
Right as we were about to head out mom grabs my arm.
"Let my hold onto you, Honey, I'm a little wobbly," she said as she clung closely to my arm.
To the unaware eye, it'd look like I had a gorgeous goddess of a woman wrapped around my arm as we left one of the most romantic restaurants in the area.
To the aware eye, it'd look the same.
This night has been a trip and a half.
I helped mom in the car, and I got into the driver's seat, eager to get this night over with.
To my surprise, I felt a pressure against my shoulder. Mon was resting her head against me.
"I love you, Honey. You're so good to me," she cooed.
"Love you too, mom. Let's get you home."
She was pretty silent for the next ten minutes or so, still against my shoulder the whole way. I wonder if maybe she fell asleep.
"I wish this was a real date," she slurred under her beath, breaking the silence.
"Huh?" I asked, unsure what she meant.
"Tonight was so nice. I wish I wasn't your mom, so it could have been a real date," she repeated.
I wanted to continue questioning her what that mean, but I was too afraid of the answer to ask.
If you were anyone else I'd have kissed you by now," she mumbled.
"I'd probably have let you feel me up too."
Jesus, mom!
"I'd be kissing you right now, and I'd take you home and..." she trailed off, not finishing that thought.
"I probably wouldn't be able to keep my hands off you right now."
My heart was racing again. I honestly didn't know if I really wanted her to top or continue. This was all so wrong, yet exciting and thrilling, in a fucked up kind of way.
"I bet if I weren't your mom, you wouldn't be able to keep your hands off me neither," she continued on, still mumbling over her words.
Listen, you ARE my mom and it's getting increasingly hard to keep my hands away from you.
"If I weren't your mom," she said, pausing for a moment.
"Would you fuck me?"
I could feel my heart sink into my stomach and twist into knots. I wanted to just jump out of my own skin.
Yet, I don't know if I've ever been hornier. I've never been so turned on, so attracted to someone as I am right now. The twisted fact that the person is my mother somehow made the situation all the more hotter.
God, what's wrong with me? Surely whatever is also wrong with mom and compelling her to say all this.
"Yeah," I finally answered firmly. I didn't even need to consider that answer. It was the truth,
"I'd fuck you too," she cooed into my side.
"I wish you were taking me home to fuck me right now," she continued.
What the fuck was in that wine?
- - -
Finally we reached her house. Part of me was disappointed the drive was over and the night was coming to an end. Foolishly I thought after this everything would go back to normal and mom wouldn't remember this alcohol fueled confessional.
Mom clung to my arm again as we walked into the house.
"Well, I'm happy I got to see you, mom. We should do this again soon," I nervously said, hoping to steer things back to normalcy.
"Why don't you stay, Honey? I'd love the company."
Apparently normal isn't where mom wanted to steer things.
"I don't know, mom, I, uh," I trailed off. I really didn't know how to finish that. I knew I should leave but I wanted to stay. I wanted to see where things could go. I just wanted to stare at mom in that black dress forever.
"Just tonight, baby. It's already late and the drive is long, it's okay," she continued to insist.
"Okay, mom, I guess I could crash on the couch tonight."
Mom leaned in for another hug, her soft heavy breasts pressed up against me once more.
This is so unfair, why does she have to be my mom?
Now, mom was never shy about giving me a kiss as a show of affection, but it was always a quick peck on the forehead. The hiss she was giving me right now though, what not that. It was still brief, but it was a full on lip-on-lip smooch.
My spine tingled at the surprise of it. God I wish that kiss was longer.
I helped mom take of her pumps, and despite my insistence she get some sleep she wobblily guided my to the living room.
"Come on baby, have a little to drink, have some fun," she insisted while handing me a bottle of wine and a wine glass that was set on the coffee table.
"I don't know, mom, we've had enough, don't you think?" I tried to reason.
"You haven't had any, though," she retorted.
"Come on, get wasted with mommy," she giggled.
Fuck it.
I grabbed the bottle and poured my a tall glass. Mom gave me a big smile as she fell back onto the couch.
That's more like it!" she cheered as I took a big drink.
I sat next to her. I hoped maybe the alcohol might untangle the knot in my stomach.
Mom leaned up against me in a cuddle, her arms wrapped around mine.
"I bet in a different life we must have been lovers," she blurted out, as if that wasn't an insane thing to say.
I honestly didn't know what to say to that, like most thigs she's said tonight.
"On your profile, you said you liked older women. Hope I'm not too old for you."
She read my profile?
"You're not too old for me, mom," I said, not really thinking about how that came out.
Mom didn't say anything to that, she just continued to nuzzle against me.
"I guess I probably shouldn't have any of that wine. I might end up forgetting I'm your mom."
Why do I wish she would forget?
Me and mom asleep on the couch cuddled together. We didn't go farther beyond vague flirting that night, and I'm glad it stopped there. As crazy I was for her in that moment, I wouldn't have been able to live with myself if I took advantage of my drunk mom.
Fears of intoxicated mistakes were about to be forgotten, though, because when we awoke it was clear were were gonna make some sober mistakes.
- - -
My eyes barely opened, the light shining through curtains practically blinding.
"Good morning, baby," mom cooed as she stared at me with a teasing smile.
It was clear mom woke up before me. It looked as though she touched up her makeup, but she was still in that black dress.
"Uh, morning, mom. Some night, huh?"
"Yeah, some night," she replied with a closed eyed smile.
"I should probably get going soon," I said as I tried to get up, but mom stood in front of me, taking my hair and sitting back on the couch next to me.
"What's the rush, not regretting bedding your date, right?" she joked.
"I think I'm worth more than a date and dash, right?" she continued on.
"We both had a bit to drink last night, I guess."
"Nope. As I recall you barely drank anything," she corrected me.
"But it's strange, I remember some things being said," she added.
Oh no.
"You were drunk, I was just saying whatever, none of it was serious!" I nervously tried to explain.
"You said I was drop-dead gorgeous. Was that a lie?" she asked.
"Well, no".
"You said you were attracted to me"
Did I say that?
"You said you'd fuck me" she finished, cuddling against me.
"I, uh, I just meant." "I'm not an idiot, baby," she interrupted.
"I saw you staring at my breasts all night, I could tell you were acting nervous around me," she revealed.
"You want to fuck your mother. I honestly think that's flattering."
"Maybe it's wrong to think that, but knowing that's you feel way makes me happy," she continued.
"You're so kind, funny and sexy. I wish I could fuck you too."
"Mom..." I whisper, my heart burning with a cocktail of emotions.
"But I'm your mom. That's be super wrong, right? Even though we both obviously want it, right?"
My heart couldn't stop pounding.
"It's so unfair, isn't it? We both have to use dating apps even though our perfect match is right here," she continued.
I can't take this anymore, It feels like every part of my is about to explode or catch on fire.
I turn and lift mom's chin up, giving her a deep, long kiss. Her eyes wide at the shock, but close gently as she eases into the kiss.
Our mouths slowly part, out tongues slither past each other's lips.
The slightly bitter taste of her lipstick is practically intoxicating, but not nearly as much as the taste of her warm mouth. We sit the mouth locked for what seemed like forever. I at least wish It'd have gone on forever.
Mom broke the kiss. Her face flushed with emotions, probably the same strange mixture of thrill and guilt I was feeling.
"Honey, this is, this is so wrong, we can't,"
I went in for another kiss, melting away any inhibitions we had left. Or at least I thought.
This kiss didn't last nearly as long, mom broke away abruptly this time. He face looked pain, worried.
'Honey, there's something you don't know," she said, tears in her eyes.
What could she be talking about? What don't I know?
"If we're doing this," she paused.
"You should know something about me."
Mom stood up and took a few steps, facing away from me. She grabbed the hem of her dress, lifting it up slowly.
She turned around and faced me, revealing her black, frilly panties. I had to do a double take at what was in those panties, though. It looked like... a dick?
Surely she must have a puffy vagina, or a big bush, right? Surely I'm not seeing what I think I'm seeing, right?
i continued to stare, eyes wide. My mind was black.
That was definitely dick. Soft and flaccid, but definitely a dick.
When did this happen? Did she always have this? Did my mom always have a dick and I just never knew?
"Wha?" Is all I could muster.
"I'm a trans woman," she explained.
Damn, guess you learn something new everyday.
"I'm sorry I never told you, Hon. I just worried what you'd think" she continued, obviously nervous.
"It was hard enough on you to only have a single parent, I didn't want to complicate your life anymore by letting you know your mom was different."
"I wouldn't have cared mom, you know that. It wouldn't have made any difference to me" I explained, meaning every word.
"I got a girl pregnant when we were both too young. She didn't want be a mother so she left me with a baby you to raise by myself. I was also finding myself at that time so you can imagine it was hard being a single parent while also transitioning," she continued explaining, tears in her eyes.
"I just wanted to be the mom you deserved. I should have told you."
I stood up and walked over to mom, I wrapped my arms around her and held her against me.
"You'll always be a gorgeous, beautiful woman to me, and my mother," I assured her.
"I love you," she cried into my chest.
"I love you too."
We held each in embrace. Our passions and emotions both familial and carnal laid bare. It felt as if our hearts were beating as one. I never felt closer to anyone. I'm not sure I could feel closer to someone than this.
"This also doesn't change the fact that I still want to fuck you," I said with a devious smile. Mom let out a chuckle through her tears.
- - -
Whatever lines existed, whatever barriers we had between us, were completely destroyed that day. We spent the rest of the day wrapped together frenzy of sweaty frenzy of flesh, exploring every inch of each other's bodies. Even the inches on her I didn't know she had before that day.
Any anxieties, any guilt I had about fucking my mom vanished like they never existed in the first place. This felt too right, too pure to be wrong. We loved each other dearly in every way two people can. On paper she was still my mother, but now she was something more. I saw her as an equal, a vulnerable woman with physical and emotional needs, a woman who needed those closest to her to love and accept her, body and soul.
The more we had sex over the next weeks, the more it felt even more right. The more it felt like this was objectively best thing we could have done. Something the world might have looked down on, but something we knew needed to happen. We loved each other inside and out, genetic relationship be dammed.
Every grope, every lick, every kiss, every orgasm brought us closer.
I always thought if I ever moved back in with mom it'd be because I fucked something up. Well, I was half right, it was because I fucked something. Either way we're living together now. We tell people it's so I can save money, which is believable enough.
I make sure mom has plenty of reasons to wear that black dress I love so much. I take her out as often as we can afford. She deserves to be treated like the goddess she is. Of course, she makes sure to return the favors in kind and then some.
I really did swipe right on accident. I'd never have tried to match with my own mother. Who would? Maybe it was fate, though because mom was right, we are perfect matches.