Going To The Prom With Mom

“What do you mean you’re not going to the senior prom?”

I stared at her, she stood there with one hand on her hip. In her other hand, she brandished a wooden spoon. Mom was making basil pesto pasta, which is one of my favorites.

“I dunno Mom, ‘cause I don’t want to go. That’s why.” I tried looking behind her, to see if she had grated parmesan cheese yet. She must have anticipated my interest in the food because she moved to block me.

“Ryan… that’s a lie, I can see it on your face. What’s wrong, honey?” her brow furrowed, and genuine concern played across her face.

She’s shorter than I am, actually, she’s tiny. I suppose she’s about the size one would expect from a professional ballet dancer turned teacher.

“Fuck… I don’t know…” she let the F word slide. Well, after waving her wooden spoon at me like a magic wand. I ducked beneath it, narrowly avoiding it’s magical wave.

“I know you want to talk about it, I’m your mom, I know these things…”

I sighed, she was right, I really wanted to talk about it. “It’s just that… nobody even asked me to go. I can’t go by myself. Even my friends have dates.”

“Why not ask some cute girl yourself? I’m sure they’re just shy cause you’re so cute…” she winked at me and turned to stir the food.

“Mom… of course you think I’m cute, you’re my mom, you’re supposed to.” Truth was, since turning eighteen, I felt more gangly than cute.

I spotted the parmesan cheese and reached around her to grab a pinch. She must have thought I was coming in for a hug because she hooked her arms around me. She squeezed me tight, and I could feel her small tits pressing into me. Instantly, I began getting a boner.

Hurriedly, I hugged her and pulled away so I could turn and run to my room. She called after me, “hurry with your shower, and come set the table.”

“Okay, Mom…” I darted into my room, by that time I was hard as steel.

That’s the problem with being a hormonal teenager. Anything at all can run a flag up your flagpole. I always showered when I got home from school. Before and after, Mom thought I had a thing for being clean. In reality, the afternoon shower afforded me my only opportunity to rub one out.

Grabbing some basketball shorts and a hoodie, I ran across the hallway and jumped into the shower. I may have a little thing for my mom, but in my defense, you can’t grow up like I did and not notice her.

Mom’s a beautiful woman, petite and small. She’s delicate, but not even close to frail. Having spent her entire life in ballet, she’s in amazing shape. I’ve seen my mom in every sort of dancing outfit. From leotards to jumpsuits, skimpy dresses, and tutus, she’s worn them all. Most leave very little to the imagination.

It’s hard being a teenage boy and seeing your mother dressed in bodysuits and tights. It’s become almost an obsession for me. So every afternoon, I take a hot shower and fantasize about her. It’s not weird, she’s fucking hot.

I was thinking about this now as the water cascaded down over me. Steam billowed up from my feet, and I wrapped my hand around myself. I had never quite got over my erection from earlier, and I wanted a release more than ever.

Closing my eyes, I imagined she was dancing. Like so many times before, her lithe and athletic body swept across a stage. Feeling myself become slick with precum, I massaged the head of my cock.

My imagination grew bold, and I imagined her naked in front of me. Her tiny breasts, almost flat as she lay on her back. The delicate arch of her shoulders and neck. Her blonde hair, as always pulled into a bun.

My administrations became almost desperate as I imagined Mom on her knees in front of me. When I watched her lips part and my dick sink between them like a sword in its sheath. I came and slipped in the tub.

It made a terrible noise. I grabbed the shower curtain by accident and took it with me. I ended up sliding down the wall and landing on my ass. The shower curtain landed in my lap, which I soon became grateful for. The face from my fantasies poked her head through the door.

She looked at me wide eyed, but I could see the mirth on her face. “Ryan! Are you alright, honey?”

“I’m fine Mom! I just slipped, will you get out?!” I was acutely aware that the shower curtain was somewhat see-through and I was still throbbing post-orgasm.

“Alright, be careful honey, hurry up for dinner.” She smiled at my predicament and then left.

I hurriedly hung the shower curtain back up and rinsed it off. I didn’t make it down in time to set the table, Mom had beaten me to it. So, instead, I sat down and she put a plate of food in front of me.

“Isn’t there a theme for your prom?” Mom asked me as she sat down with her own food.

“Ugh… Mom again with the prom?” She wasn’t going to let this one go, was she? I took a deep breath and gave in, I knew she wouldn’t give it up. “Masquerade, a fancy one… and I already told you, everyone’s already got a date…”

“That’s not what you said before, you said that nobody had asked you.”

“Well, it’s true.” I shoveled food into my mouth, it was hot but so fucking good.

“I could go with you… I never got to go to my prom.” she had a wistful look on her face.

I stopped with my fork halfway to my mouth. My beautiful mother was gazing at me. I almost got lost in her large deep blue eyes and looked away. She hadn’t even touched her food yet.

“I would be the laughingstock of the school.”

She sighed, “It’s a masquerade, Ryan… I would be wearing a mask; nobody would recognize me.”

It was true, she wasn’t exactly a socialite, and I never had company over. Ever since Dad had left us for some guy, our circle included only us. Looking at Mom, I imagined her in a mask. She had the body of a dancer, one that was forever stuck in its teenage years of growth. It could work.

“You want to go to prom with me?” I blushed as my voice cracked a little. Images of my Mom pressed up against me as we danced flipped about in my head. I felt myself getting a boner again. Quickly, I shoved more food into my mouth.

She grinned, “it would be fun! You’re my best friend, we could dance, and go to dinner afterward.”

I saw my mom on my arm, in one of her elegant costumes. Form-fitting, and sensual, she would make every girl there jealous. It would make me a fucking hero; nobody would know it was my mom. Would they?

“You wouldn’t tell anyone Mom? What if people talked to us? To you?”

She looked hurt, “I’ve been dancing and acting my entire life, you think I’m not capable of acting like your date for the prom?”

Swallowing my food, I reached for my water. She was right. In fact, she was a bit overqualified for the job.

“I’m sorry Mom… yes… I would like it if you’d be my date for the prom…”

She jumped out of her chair, knocking it over, and stood there clapping. It surprised me when she threw herself at me. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her awkwardly while staying seated. My cock was at full attention, it never did what I wanted it to do.

The rest of dinner went well, and I didn’t find myself in any more awkward conversations with my mom. In fact, we didn’t even talk about it again, for days.

Two days before prom, on Thursday, I came home to find mom standing in the middle of the foyer with a brilliant white and sapphire blue dress. My jaw dropped, and it would have dropped further if it could when she stood on pointe.

The curve of my mother’s back was laid bare, the arch of her shoulders was nude in the backless contoured evening gown. I wanted to whip my dick out and rub one out right there. The dress hung to the floor but parted all the way up to the hip, and she stuck her bare leg out to show me. I could see her bare hip, and it lit a fire in my soul.

“That’s beautiful Mom… You’re beautiful.” I managed to speak even though my tongue felt thick in my mouth.

She grinned. The smile split her face, and she laughed with what seemed to be pure joy. “I have flats that match, oh! And our masks!”

I stood in shock as my mother hiked up the hem of her flowing dress and ran down the hallway. She was stunning and even barefooted, she was the most graceful human being to have ever walked the earth.

When she returned, masks in hand, I realized what a fool I must look. I had stood there still as a statue, for quite a while. Not sure what to do with my hands or feet for that matter, I found myself shifting from foot to foot and wringing my hands.

“Look,” she said, putting on her mask. It was white and sapphire blue to match her dress. The mask covered her mid-cheek and up. Only the tip of her pixie nose stuck out from beneath the mask. For the first time, I noticed that she had glittery lip gloss on to match the glitter on her mask.

I applauded, not knowing what else to do, and she made a mock bow.

“I paid for you to get a tux, I’ll give you the number.” With that said, she turned and swept from the room like an unstoppable force of nature.

My dreams that night were haunted with slivers of possibilities. What ifs and ghostly visions of the impossible made me restless. I masturbated as much as I could and avoided my lustful thoughts for my mother, but my mind always drifted back to her.

The next day went fast, I picked up my tux, and a bouquet of flowers. Then I went home only to find a note on the fridge and a cold dinner to warm up. I didn’t see my mother at all the next day. When it was getting close to the time to leave, I found myself peeking out the windows, looking for her. I still had not heard from her, and I felt quite the fool in my rented tux.