>be Anon
>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