A Night to Remember

>standing in the entryway of your home, fixing your tie in the mirror by the door

>can’t manage to get the damn thing looking right

>make an attempt to tie it, then step back and look at yourself

>other than the tie, you look pretty nice

>you’re freshly showered and shaved

>your hair doesn’t look like a rat’s nest

>your formal attire is well-cut and spotless

>now if only your tie was tied properly

>cursing, you try once more to tie it

>kicking yourself for not figuring out how to do it earlier

>really want to get it right before your date is ready

>you’re the one who’s supposed to be waiting for her to be ready, dammit

>suddenly, hear a door open upstairs, signaling your time is up

>shit

>turn and face the stairs so as to not look awkward

>a woman with skin as pale white as the moon appears at the top of the stairs and slowly descends

>dainty, petite feet with dark blue painted toes squeezed into dark blue stiletto heels

>long, slender legs that go all the way up and then some

>wide hips and a thin waist that give her a perfect hourglass figure

>teardrop-shaped breasts large enough to draw attention, without distracting from the rest of her

>all this contained in a dark blue backless dress that went down to her mid-thigh

>her arms were slender, ending in small, feminine hands with short, dark blue nails

>she has a gorgeous face with a feminine chin, cute nose, and full lips painted blue

>big, beautiful blue-green eyes that seem to sparkle like stars

>she wears small earrings in the shape of crescent moons

>her long blue hair, which normally flowed unceremoniously down her back, had been arranged in a simple, yet elegant fashion

>the overall effect was overpowering

>you stand there gaping at the veritable goddess approaching you

>with a face and body like hers, she could easily have been a model

>she had actually gotten offers when she had been younger

>despite this, she had chosen to focus on her career, and later, on her family

>she had been looking down as she descended, but looked up at you when she reached the bottom

>she sees you staring, and her pale cheeks redden

>she looks away, clearing her throat awkwardly

>”How...how do I look?”

“You look...stunning. Absolutely stunning.”

>her blush intensifies

“Turn around.”

>she slowly turns until she is facing away from you

>you see every inch of her shapely shoulders and back

>contained by her dress is her small, pert butt, each cheek as round as the full moon

>”You don’t think it’s...too much...do you?”

“I think it’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

>she turns back around, still blushing, but smiling as well

>”Are you...prepared to depart?” she asks

“Yeah.”

>she glances down and notices your sloppily tied tie

>she chuckles softly, shaking her head slightly

>she quickly closes the distance between you, standing right in front of you

>she’s tall for a woman, being almost as tall as you

>combined with her thin frame, her height gave her a graceful, willowy appearance

>she reaches up and takes hold of your tie

>within seconds, she undoes the abomination of a knot you had tied and ties it properly

>now it’s your turn to blush

“Thanks, Mom.”

>she gently places a finger on your lips

>”Remember what I said about using the ‘M’ word tonight?” she says softly, but firmly

“Oh, right! Sorry...Luna.”

>she smiles and removes her finger, quickly replacing it with her lips

>she holds you by your shoulders and gives you a long, gentle kiss

>place your hands on her hips and kiss her back

>her lips feel as soft as clouds

>eventually break the kiss and stare at each other dreamily

>”Let’s go, handsome.”

“After you, beautiful.”

>she picks up her small blue handbag sitting by the door

>open the door and hold it for her as she walks out

>quickly follow her out, closing and locking the door behind you

>and so your Valentine’s Day date night with your mother Luna begins

 

>quickly follow your mother out to your car

>quick visual scan confirms no witnesses to see you two

>hold open the passenger seat door for her while she climbs in

>close the door and hurry over to the other side

>get in and quickly start the car, anxious to be on your way

>pull out of the driveway and work your way through your neighborhood

>Luna is scanning the streets, clearly nervous of being seen

>probably doesn’t want anyone to ask her why she’s taking her son on a date

“Relax, Luna.”

>”But...what if someone sees us?”

“They won’t see us.”

>”How can you be sure?”

“We’ll be out of town in five minutes. Don’t worry.”

>”But...what about after that? What if someone sees us on the road? Or what about when we get to the city? Someone might see us there. Oh...perhaps this was a bad idea. Perhaps we should turn around...go home and have a nice dinner behind closed doors...”

>turn your head and speak just loudly enough to get her attention

“Luna!”

>she stops her fretting and looks over at you

“It’ll be alright. Trust me.”

>she visibly relaxes, and a smile returns to her lips

>”Alright.”

>smile back at her, then look back at the road

>drive on in silence for a few moments

>”I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

>”I don’t mean to be so nervous. I don’t want to ruin our date before it’s even begun.”

“You could never ruin our date. Any night I get to spend with you is the best night of my life.”

>”Oh, stop,” she chuckles

“No! I’m taking a beautiful woman out on a date, and tonight, there’s no reason why I can’t tell her exactly how much I love her.”

>”I suppose you’re right.”

“I am right. Now stop worrying. It’s Valentine’s Day and you’re my date; let me do the worrying for both of us.”

>”Very well.”

>eventually leave your neighborhood and reach the road out of town without incident

>within minutes, you’re on the freeway, hurtling away from everybody you know at rapid speed

>she visibly relaxes the further you get away from your hometown

>driving to the city for your date had been your idea

>you didn’t live in the sticks, but your town was small enough that there was a significant chance of being seen by someone you knew if you went out on a date with your mom

>for obvious reasons, that had never been an option

>tonight, however, would be different

>tonight, the two of you were just two people out for a romantic evening together

>nobody you saw would know the true nature of your relationship

>after almost a year of being with her, you could finally treat her to a real date

>she deserved nothing less

>as your town fades into the distance behind you, you strike up a conversation to take her mind off of her worries

>ask her about her day, her job, her friends, things she liked to talk about

>she takes the bait and begins talking, needing only minimal responses

>do your best to keep up, but mostly just listen to the sound of her beautiful voice

>soon enough, she’s smiling and giggling as carefree as you’d ever seen her

>half an hour later, you finally arrive at the big city

>carefully work your way through the busy streets

>Luna is staring out the window, taking in the sights and sounds like a kid looking into a toy store

>she may be a small-town girl, but she really loves the nightlife

>make your way to a parking garage near your destination and park a couple of levels up

>get out and run around to the other side to help Luna step out

>take a quick look around, see there’s no one else nearby

>when she’s on her feet, you pull her close and kiss her deeply

>she’s surprised at first, but relaxes when she remembers there’s nothing to fear

>she wraps her arms around your neck

>you wrap your arms around her middle, caressing her exposed back

>your tongues meet between you and gently wrestle together

>kiss her for a good long while before pulling back

>she looks at you dreamily with a smile on her lips

“Shall we?”

>”Yes.”

>offer her your elbow

>she puts her arm through it, holding it tightly

>walk off arm-in-arm, your heads held high and giddy smiles on your faces

 

>walk with Luna out of the parking garage and onto the street

>merge with the foot traffic and begin the short walk to the restaurant

>every moment, you expect someone to recoil in horror at the sight of you and your mother together

>it never happens

>nobody gives you a second glance

>a few men do gaze at the gorgeous woman on your arm, however

>you glance over at her and see that she’s just as exhilarated as you are

>she’s blushing from the attention she’s getting, but she has a smile on her face

>soon reach your destination: a cozy little restaurant/night club with live music

>hold the door open for her as you two enter

>the place is packed, but you made reservations over a month ago

>the place is dim, but not dark, giving it a relaxing ambiance

>a band positioned at the back serenades the diners with the smoothest of jazz

>there is a small dance floor in front of them where a few couples slowly sway together

>a waiter walks you through the restaurant to a cozy little booth near the dance floor

>help Luna get into her seat then slide in next to her

>waiter hands you menus and takes your drink order

>you decide to share some sparkling cider

>Luna looks over at you and smiles at the waiter leaves

>”How did you manage to get reservations at a place like this?”

“You like it?”

>”I love it. The music, the atmosphere...oh, it’s lovely.”

>she chuckles softly

>”I...feel a bit embarrassed actually. I haven’t been anywhere this fancy since I was a young woman...back when I was...worth taking to places like this.”

>take her hand and squeeze it firmly, but gently

“Luna, you are worth it. You deserve every bit of this. You’re the most amazing, wonderful woman I’ve ever known. I would take you to places like this every night if I could.”

>she blushes again

>”You...you’re flattering me.”

“Maybe so...but I’m not lying.”

>lean in and kiss her gently

>the kiss is short, but exhilarating, knowing that anyone could look over and see you

>you two part, giggling when you recognize your newfound freedom to love each other publicly

>snuggle together and look through your menus

>when the waiter comes back, you order an appetizer of roasted brussel sprouts

>for entrees, you order the filet mignon and she orders the smoked salmon

>while you wait, you put your arm around her and listen to the music with her

>hold her hand and whisper sweet nothings in her ear

>tell her how much you love her

>tell her how cute she is, even when she’s trying not to be

>tell her you love her strong, serious side as well as her sensitive, vulnerable side

>she modestly tries to brush off your adulations at first, but eventually gives up and takes it silently

>she’s beet red by the time our appetizer arrives

>the brussel sprouts were cooked to perfection and glazed with a delicious garlic butter

>take turns feeding each other

>sneak in plenty of pecks as well

>not long after you finish, your entrees are brought out

>both fish and beef were delectable

>you end up sharing with each other, creating an impromptu surf-and-turf

>as you eat, you recount stories to each other about your lives together

>you end up laughing together at each other’s embarrassing moments

>she tells you how grateful she is to have you in her life

>you tell her how much more grateful you are to have her in your life

>eventually finish your meals, and the waiter brings you a dessert menu

>you two order a slice of chocolate cake with raspberries

>a short wait later, the cake is brought to your table

>playfully fight over the bites with the most frosting

>you let her take the last raspberry

>she likes raspberries

>go back to listening to the music when you’re done

>glance over at the dancing couples and get a burst of inspiration

“Hey...you wanna dance?”

>she looks up at you, her smile fading

>”Oh no, I...couldn’t possibly. I have...two left feet.”

“Both of your feet are beautiful, and I’m sure they’ll be great.”

>”But...what if I make a mistake? What if I make a fool of myself?”

“Then I’ll make a bigger fool of myself so no one will notice.”

>she chuckles in spite of herself, a smile returning to her lips

>”Alright. I’ll...give it a shot.”

>scoot out of the booth and stand up on your feet

>take her hand and help her stand up as well

>walk hand-in-hand with her out onto the dance floor

 

>walk straight out to the center of the dance floor

>as you do, the restaurant patrons begin to look over at you two

>specifically, they look at the gorgeous woman with you

>eventually, almost every man, and even some women, are eyeing her up

>stop walking and get into position

>take her right hand in your left and hold it up

>place your right hand at her side, careful to keep it at a respectful height

>she puts her left hand on your shoulder, squeezing it gently

>she looks into your eyes, smiling bashfully

“Are you ready?”

>she nods

“Just follow my lead.”

>draw her into the dance, gently pulling her back and forth

>she struggles at first, awkwardly shuffling her feet to keep up

>go slowly to let her get used to it

>whisper words of encouragement to her

>she eventually smooths out, swaying along to the slow music in time with you

>the worry on her face melts away

>as she looks around, she notices how many people are watching you two

>”They’re...they’re looking at us.”

“Don’t think about them. Right now, it’s just you and me.”

>she looks into your eyes, and a smile appears on her lips

>look back into hers, marveling at how beautiful they are

>start moving her around a bit quicker, and throw in a few gentle rotations

>out of the corner of your eye, you see that pretty much the entire restaurant is watching you two

>you don’t care

>you’re having the time of your life dancing with your mother, and the love of your life

”I love you.”

>”I love you too.”

>grow bolder with your dancing

>raise your arm above her head and slowly spin her around a few times

>pull her close and press your face against hers

>gaze into each other’s eyes, wishing the moment could last forever

>music eventually draws to a close

“As fun as this is...I think we should take our date somewhere more private.”

>she gives you a sultry look

>”I agree.”

>slowly make your way off the dance floor and back to your table

>pay the bill and are soon out of the restaurant

>the chilly night air makes Luna shiver slightly

>put your arm around her and hold her close as you walk back to your car

>get back into the car and drive back onto the city streets

>a few minutes later, you arrive at your destination

>knowing neither of you would want to drive home so late, you booked a room at the fanciest hotel in the city

>pull up in front of the hotel

>help Luna out of the car and give the keys to the valet

>walk into the lobby with her

>the place definitely looks the part of a fancy hotel

>marble floors, big columns, water features, all that good stuff

>walk up to the desk to check in

>the guy helping you visibly struggles not to stare at your beautiful mother

>soon get the room keys and are on your way

>make your way to the elevator and get inside

>you’re alone together as the elevator rises to the 14th floor

>quickly walk to your room when you reach your floor

>step inside and close the door behind you

>the room looks as nice as the rest of the hotel

>one big bed with big, fluffy pillows

>the decor has a warm, cozy aesthetic to it

>a sliding glass door opens up onto a small balcony

>Luna quickly removes her shoes, walking across the soft carpet with her bare feet

>she sways her hips seductively as she slowly walks over to the balcony

>glances over her shoulder and gives you a sultry look as she opens the door

>you follow her as she steps out into the night air

>the city stretches out beneath you, its lights shining like stars in the night sky

>above you, the real stars in the real night sky shine just as bright

>the full moon is clearly visible, shining its light down on your mother’s pale skin

>if you didn’t know any better, you’d say she was glowing

>walk up to her and hug her from behind

>plant a trail of kisses on her starting from her neck and moving up to her lips

>kiss her deeply, caressing her tongue with yours

>stare into her half-lidded eyes when you finally pull back

“Did you have fun tonight?”

>”Oh, yes. I truly did. Twice as much as any date I’ve ever been on.”

“So you’re saying...the fun was doubled?”

>she playfully elbows you for the bad joke

>you both giggle and share another kiss

>look up at the heavens when you part again

>”The night is beautiful, is it not?”

“She sure is.”

>”Wouldn’t it be something if we could spend every night together like this?”

“Yeah...that would be something.”

>release your hold on her and step back

>she keeps staring upwards

>”We could love each other as man and woman, not just as...mother and son.”

“We could.”

>slowly get down on one knee

>”We could be happy together...forever.”

>say nothing

>she chuckles and shakes her head

>”If only...”

>she slowly turns around and freezes when she sees you kneeling before her

>her smile fades and her eyes widen

>you summon your courage and prepare to ask her the most important question you will ever ask

 

>look up at Luna from where you kneel

>she’s framed by a background of stars

>in your eyes, she shines more brightly than any of them

>you’re overwhelmed by the gravity of what you’re about to do

>forget most of the eloquent speech you had practiced

>take a deep breath to calm yourself

>reach out and gently grasp one of her hands with yours

>let the words flow straight from your heart

“Luna...I love you. I love you more than anything else in the world. I love you more than any woman I’ve ever met. And I love you more than any woman I will ever meet. I know that now. I know that no matter where I go, no matter what I do from now on...I want you there beside me, just like you always have been. You’ve taken care of me for my whole life, and I can’t begin to tell you how grateful I am for every little thing you’ve ever done for me. But now...I want to take of you. I want to spend every year, every day, every minute of my life loving you. I want to do whatever it takes to make you happy. I want to be yours...and I want you to be mine. Will you do that for me? Will you be woman? Will you...will you marry me...Luna?”

>her face slowly melts as you speak

>her lips tremble

>her cheeks redden

>her eyes moisten

>her nose sniffles

>as you finish, her lips stretch into a grin

>she nods slightly

>then she nods firmly

>then she closes her eyes and nods vigorously

>she begins to sob, still nodding

>quickly stand, wrap your arms around her, and pull her into a hug

>she throws her arms around your neck and squeezes you tightly

>she buries her face in your neck, weeping openly

>her voice is muffled and choked by tears, but you can just barely make out what she says

>”Yes. Yes, yes, yes. Yes. A thousand times yes.”

>she continues this as she weeps into your shoulder

>gently caress her back and the back of her head

>close your eyes to try and hold back the tears welling up behind them

>hold each other until your crying dies down to mere heavy breathing

>place your hands on her shoulders and gently push her back

>her eyes are red and her cheeks are wet, but she looks at you with a smile

>lift a hand to her face and wipe away her tears

>reach into your pocket and pull out a small, lidded box

>hold it up between you two and pull back the lid

>she gasps and covers her mouth with her hands

>inside the box is a silver engagement ring with a diamond of the same dark blue color as her hair

>she almost starts crying all over again

>carefully remove the ring from the box and take her hand

>slowly slide the ring onto her finger

>she stares down at it with a huge grin on her face

>she looks back up at you, then grabs your head and pulls you into a kiss

>she mashes her lips against yours passionately, and your tongues wrestle together

>you wrap your arms around each other and hold each other tightly

>she moans softly as you kiss her

>your hands start to drift lower

>caress her lower back, her hips, and even her soft butt

>she breaks the kiss as you squeeze her round cheeks, looking at you with lustful eyes

>”Get inside. I want to show my man how much I love him.”

>she puts her hands on your chest and gently pushes you back into the room

 

>walk backwards as Luna pushes you into the room

>she quickly closes the balcony door so nobody will hear you two

>she steps up and kisses you again

>while you tongue wrestle, she reaches for your clothes

>she helps you remove your jacket

>then your tie

>then your shirt

>she unbuckles your belt

>she unbuttons and unzips your pants, which fall to the floor

>she grabs your underwear and slowly kneels, pulling them down your legs

>your stiff member falls free

>she puts her hands on your hips and gently pushes you backwards

>sit down on the edge of the bed

>she swiftly removes your shoes

>then your socks

>then your pants and underwear

>sit completely naked before the very hungry-looking milf

>”My turn.”

>she stands and turns around, facing away from you

>she reaches for the strap that runs around her neck, holding her dress up

>she slowly lifts it over her head

>she looks over her shoulder, staring at you for a moment

>she lets go of her dress, and it falls to the floor

>she’s now naked, save for a pair of lacy dark blue panties

>she hooks her thumbs under the waistband

>she slowly bends forward, pulling her panties down her long, slender legs

>her pert, round butt is finally bare

>between her legs, you glimpse her glistening lower lips

>she steps out of her panties, throws them aside, then stands

>she covers her breasts with an arm and covers her pussy with a hand

>she slowly turns around to face you

>she’s blushing, but smiling as well

>she slowly removes the arm from her breasts

>the pretty pink nipples on her pale teardrops stand tall and erect

>she hesitates for a moment, then removes her other hand

>a single, thin slit in an otherwise flat mound is all that marks her pussy

>above her clit is a small patch of hair trimmed into the shape of a crescent moon

>drink in the sight of her beautiful body

“You get more beautiful every time I see you.”

>she blushes harder

>she steps forward and kneels before you

>she gently pushes your legs apart

>she looks you in the eye while she reaches for your member

>her silken hands wrap around your shaft, squeezing you with a practiced grip

>gasp as a tingle of pleasure shoots through you

>she puts her other hand behind your head and pulls you in for a kiss

>while you kiss, she begins to move her hand up and down your length

>each stroke sends a wave of pleasure radiating through you, making you moan into her mouth

>she uses her other hand to gently massage your balls

>you explore each other’s mouths with your tongues while she pleasures you

>she breaks the kiss after a minute or so

>she leans down, putting her head between your legs

>while still looking at you, she sticks out her tongue and takes a long, slow lick of your head

>she begins licking you like a lollipop, making you grunt and moan

>she traces little circles around your tip and laps up the beads of pre that leak out

>finally, she opens her mouth and takes your head inside her

>her plush, feminine lips form a tight seal around your shaft

>she gently sucks your head while still pumping your shaft

>the combined effect is incredible, and you’re soon pushed to the edge

>before you can get there, however, she suddenly stops, removing her hands and lips

>she giggles at your needy expression

>she crawls up onto the bed beside you

>she slowly moves further up, her hips swaying seductively

>she lies down on her back, resting her head on the pillows

>she spreads her legs, giving you an unobstructed view of her dripping pussy

>she reaches down and makes the outline of a heart around her slit with her hands

>getting the message, you grin, then crawl towards her

>stop at her feet, lifting one of them to your lips and giving each little toe a kiss

>kiss your way down her soft sole, past her ankle, and up her shapely legs

>nuzzle and kiss her inner thigh when you reach it

>she puts her hands on your head, running her fingers through your hair

>kiss your way to her slit, then kiss your way along it from bottom to top

>lightly flick her clit with your tongue, making her moan softly

>move back down to the bottom, then slowly lick your way back up

>repeat several times, eliciting even more moans

>she closes her eyes and rests her head against the pillows

>open your mouth and press it over her slit

>force your tongue between her lips and up to her entrance

>she whimpers and moans as you penetrate her

>send your tongue as far into her hot, tight passageway as it will go

>slowly thrust it in and out, coaxing forth a steady stream of her warm juices

>eagerly swallow down the sweet nectar

>spend a few minutes working her, making sure to hit all her sensitive spots

>her face contorts in pleasure and her moaning grows louder

>when she is suitably warmed up, you withdraw your tongue and pull back your head

>she looks down at you with an adorably needy expression

>kiss your way upwards, crossing her flat stomach to her breasts

>press your face into her soft mounds, nuzzling and kissing the flesh

>make your way to her nipples one by one, taking each into your mouth in turn

>gently suck on them while massaging her breasts with your hands

>when both of her pretty pink nubs are wet with saliva, kiss your way further up

>travel up her neck, cross her chin, and reach her lips

>press your mouth against hers and kiss her deeply

>reach down and grasp your shaft

>press your tip against her slit

>push yourself past her lips and up to her entrance

>you both moan and break your kiss

>stare into each other’s eyes for a moment

>slowly thrust your hips forward, pushing yourself inside her

>she’s so fucking tight

>her silken walls feel amazing on your sensitive skin

>you both moan and pant as you push deeper and deeper

>eventually push your last inch inside and feel your tip kiss her cervix

>you’re both breathing heavily

>you wrap your arms around each other and kiss again

>begin slowly thrusting in and out of her

>she wraps her legs around your hips

>increase speed with every stroke

>eventually reach a steady, rapid pace

>your hips slam against hers with a lewd slapping noise

>break your kiss for need of air

>stare into each other’s eyes while you fuck her

>”I love you.”

“I love you too.”

>approach your climax after a few minutes

>so does she

>ramp up your thrusting for the final sprint

>you both moan and grunt loudly

>her legs squeeze you tightly, preventing you from pulling out, not that you’d want to

>when your endurance runs out, you make one last mighty thrust

>hilt inside of her and press your tip against the entrance to her womb

>your muscles clench and you let out a manly roar

>begin pumping burst after burst into your mother

>her walls clamp down around you, milking every last drop out of you

>she hold you tightly as her body spasms

>she lets out a loud scream of ecstasy

>pleasure flows through your skin like electricity down to the tips of your toes and up to the top of your head

>your mind is overwhelmed by the euphoria

>ride out your orgasm together with her

>when you pump your last drop into her, you collapse down on top of her

>you both breathe heavily while you recover

>your eyes eventually flutter open

>so do hers

>you smile at each other and exchange gentle kisses

>when you’re ready, you slowly pull yourself out of her

>lie down beside her and pull the covers over you two

>she turns off the light, plunging the room into darkness

>the pale light of the moon streams through the balcony door

>you wrap your arms around each other and snuggle together

>”Goodnight, Anon.”

“Goodnight, Luna.”

>you cling tightly to your mother, your lover, and your soon-to-be wife as you both drift off to sleep