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Steve Smith had spent the last month of high school dreading prom night. He hadn’t been able to get a date, not for lack of trying, but because no one at school wanted to be seen with the awkward, lanky guy with the overbite and the acne. He’d resigned himself to spending the night at home, moping in his room, jerking off to the thought of the popular girls in their tight dresses.

But then his mother, Francine, walked into his room, her hip cocked, her pink dress clinging to her curves like a second skin. "Steve," she said, her voice soft, "I know you don’t have a date. And I feel terrible." She twirled, the fabric of her dress swirling around her legs. "What do you think? Too much?"

Steve’s mouth went dry. Francine was hot like, really hot. Her blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders, her tits were full and perky, her ass round and firm. She looked more like a sister than a mother, and Steve had always had a crush on her. He swallowed hard, his cock already twitching in his pants. "Uh… no, Mom. You look… amazing."

Francine smiled, her eyes sparkling. "Then how about we go together?" she asked, her voice playful. "I’ll be your date. We’ll have fun."

Steve’s heart raced. The thought of walking into prom with his mother, his hot mother, on his arm was intoxicating. But then the fear set in. "What if people make fun of me?" he whispered, his voice trembling.

Francine stepped closer, her fingers brushing his cheek. "Who cares what they think?" she purred. "You’re my son. And I want to make this special for you." She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear. "Besides… I rented a limo."

Steve’s cock jumped. A limo? With Francine? Fuck it. He was doing this.

The Limo Ride

The night of prom arrived, and Steve was nervous as he helped Francine into her dress. The pink fabric hugged her body, the neckline dipping low enough to tease her cleavage. She looked stunning. Fuckable.

As they climbed into the limo, Steve turned on the charm. He complimented her dress, her hair, the way she smelled. Francine blushed, her eyes fluttering as she leaned into him. "Steve…" she giggled, her voice breathy. "You’re so sweet."

Steve grinned, his hand sliding over her knee. "Mom, for this to be the real prom experience…" he purred, his voice smooth. "You gotta act like my girlfriend."

Francine laughed, her hand resting on his. "Oh, Steve…" she teased. "You’re such a silly boy."

But Steve wasn’t joking. His fingers traced circles on her thigh, inching higher, higher, until his hand was cupping her pussy through her dress. Francine gasped, her body trembling. "Steve… we can’t…" she whispered, but her voice lacked conviction.

"Why not?" Steve murmured, his lips brushing her neck. "No one’s watching."

Francine moaned as his fingers found her clit through the fabric, her hips rolling into his touch. "Oh…" she breathes, her eyes closing. "This is wrong…"

"But it feels so good," Steve whispered, his cock straining against his pants.

Francine couldn’t argue. Her body was on fire, her pussy dripping as Steve’s fingers worked her. She spread her legs wider, her dress riding up as she ground against his hand. "Steve…" she moaned, her voice needy.

Steve grinned. "You like that, Mom?" he taunted, his fingers slipping under her panties, dipping inside her. "You like your son fingering your pussy?"

Francine whimpered, her head falling back against the seat. "Y-yes…" she admitted, her voice a whisper.

Steve pulled her up, his lips crashing against hers as he pushed her back onto the seat. "I want more, Mom," he growled, his cock pressing against her soaked panties. "I want the full prom experience."

Francine whimpered, her body trembling as he tore her panties to the side and slammed inside her. "Oh, Steve…" she gasped, her nails digging into his back. "We shouldn’t…"

"But we are," Steve growled, his hips snapping forward as he fucked her, his cock pounding into her pussy. "And you love it."

Francine couldn’t deny it. Her body betrayed her, her pussy clenching around him as she moaned his name. "Yes… yes, baby…" she whimpered, her hips rolling to meet his thrusts.

Steve laughed, his voice dark. "Call me Daddy," he commanded, his cock pounding her harder.

Francine whimpered, but she obeyed. "D-Daddy…" she moaned, her voice a whisper.

Steve groaned, his cock twitching as he pounded into her. "That’s it, Mom," he growled. "Take Daddy’s cock like a good girl."

But Steve wasn’t done. He pulled out, his cock glistening with her juices, and flipped her onto her stomach. "Now I want your ass," he growled, his fingers tracing her hole.

Francine trembled. "Steve… I—I’ve never…" she whimpered.

"Then it’s time," Steve said, his voice a command. He spat on his hand, rubbing it against her hole before pressing the head of his cock against her. "Relax, Mom. Daddy’s gonna fuck you good."

Francine whimpered, but she spread her legs wider, her body trembling as he pushed inside. The pain was sharp, but beneath it was pleasure—fullness, submission, a sense of taboo that made her pussy drip.

"Fuck…" Steve groaned, his cock stretching her open. "You’re so tight, Mom."

Francine moaned, her fingers clawing at the seat as he pounded into her, his balls slapping against her ass. "Yes… yes, Daddy…" she whimpered, her mind spinning with lust and shame.

Steve couldn’t hold back any longer. He pulled out, his cock twitching as he painted her ass with his cum, the white streaks dripping down her thighs. But he wasn’t done. He flipped her onto her back, his cock pressing against her lips as he fed her his cum, his seed dripping down her chin.

"Swallow it, Mom," he commanded, his voice a growl.

Francine obeyed, her tongue darting out to lick him clean, her eyes locked on his as she sucked every last drop.

And as the limo drove on, the prom long forgotten, Steve knew one thing for certain:

This was the best prom ever.