You can’t believe it. You feel like just last week you were walking the kids to school. Holding the hands of your son and daughter as you crossed the neighborhood streets.
But standing in front of you is your son, a high school senior, wearing a tux. Your daughter is a sophomore, wearing a beautiful lilac dress that your wife helped pick.
You are taking photos with your phone as your wife keeps trying to make small adjustments to their outfits. Straightening a tie here, adjusting a flower there. They look so grown up.
A sedan pulls up and your daughter’s date gets out. He is a nice boy, who has been to the house before. When your daughter mentioned going to the prom, you really hadn’t thought about it. Her date looks good wearing his tux. You have him stand by your daughter and take a few photos. His cumberbun and tie are the same color as your daughter’s dress. They look cute.
“Dad, Mom said I should take your car.”
You are about to protest when you see your wife give you a slow nod from behind him.
“Oh. Ok. Remember to take it easy. If you want to pull the top down…”
“Yes Dad. I have helped you do it many times. I’m ready to go pick up Gwen. I should be home shortly after the dance ends.”
You give him the keys to your car, and he turns and hugs his mom. “Thanks Mom. See you later.”
Your daughter and her date get into his parent’s sedan and drive off. You slowly wave.
“So why did I give our son the convertible tonight?”
Your wife gives you a side hug. “Because it is a two-seater. If I let him have the SUV, then..”
“He and Gwen would have used the backseat.” You give her a quick kiss.
Inside the house, you transfer the photos from your phone to your computer. Your wife leans on the desk, looking at them as you do. “They really look good.”
“Yeah. I wonder if I would have looked like that if I went to prom?” you say in an absentminded way.
“Wait a minute. You didn’t go to your prom either?” your wife says.
You look at her. “No. I wasn’t dating anyone back then, and I really didn’t dance much. What’s your excuse?”
She straightens up. “Pretty much the same. You didn’t know me before college, but I was a late bloomer.”
You stand up and hug her. “I’m happy that I have you regardless of when you bloomed.”
She gets a strange smile on her face. “We have the house all to ourselves for the next few hours.”
“Do you want to go upstairs?” You ask with a grin.
“No. Let’s dance instead.”
You look at her for a moment. “Are you sure? Just turn on some music and dance right here?”
She frowns for a moment. “Oh, never mind. It was just a crazy thought.”
You quickly take her hand and pull her to you. “No, my love. It is a beautiful thought. I don’t think we have time to dress up. But how about we imagine what the other would be wearing.”
“Can I put on some music first?” She asks.
“OK. Should I pour us some drinks?”
“Sure. As long as it isn’t that ginger ale with sherbet that they used to do at the school events.” She says going over to the sound system in the den.
“God. I had forgotten about that. What was it about ginger ale or lemon-lime soda in a punch-bowl with a block of sherbet in the middle? It wasn’t only the school events, but I remember church youth events doing that too.” You say as you mix a couple of rum and cokes. Heavy on the coke and light on the rum, just in case you have to drive anywhere later.
You hear one of your CDs. Music that was popular back when you were in school. Your wife is already slowly moving to the song. You hand her a drink. “Your refreshment, Madam.” You say in a formal tone.
She sips it. “Oh, you’re a naughty boy. You spiked my drink.” She says in a tone of mock horror.
“I thought that maybe it would help put you in the mood and I’d get lucky.” You say with a wink.
She sets it down on an end table and puts her arms around your neck. “You might not need it. I’m already in the mood.”
You set your glass down and put your hands on her waist. You both move gently to the music.
Her body feels so good in your hands. “What color would you have worn?” you ask her.
She thinks for a second and then whispers “Pale blue like my panties.”
You close your eyes and picture her wearing a strapless, pale blue dress. “With or without the ruffled petticoat?”
She again leans into you and whispers “Without, to give you easier access when we sneak out of the dance.”
You hold her tight, as you dance to the music. The song ends and another begins. “What did you load on?” you ask.
“I picked Hughes movie soundtrack and put it on random.” She says with a soft sigh.
“You are such a clever minx.” You say. As you hold her body against yours, you start to get hard.
“Mmmmmm Someone is having fun. How do I look in the dress?”
“You look ravishing.” You say and then describe the form fitting, pale blue, strapless evening gown you are imagining her wearing.
“Mmmmm Strapless, so I don’t have a bra on? What kind of girl do you think I am?”
“Maybe you have a strapless bra or bustier on under the dress?” you respond in a playful tone. “Is that the kind of girl you are?”
She thinks for a moment, and then gives you a wicked smile. “Back then I wouldn’t have had the guts to go strapless, but if it turns you on that much, maybe I should change for real?”
“Maybe we should sit out the next song, drink our drinks and get to know each other better?” You respond.
“Oh, but you are my date, and I already know you so well. You picked me up wearing a tux with a pale blue tie and cumberbun. My parents took pictures of us and we came here in your father’s convertible.” She says, explaining her fantasy.
You kiss her and hold her tightly. “Why don’t we just skip the rest of the dance and make love on the couch? We have the house to ourselves for a couple of hours still.”
She nods and kisses you.
You both finish your drinks as you move to the couch. The music is still playing as you slowly unbutton her spring frock that she has worn all day. Underneath you see a pale blue bra. “Matching bra and panties? How nice.” You say and kiss her. You undo her bra as you kiss down her neck. You feel her unzip your fly and opens your pants.
You continue kissing down her chest. “Your breasts have grown so nicely over the years.” You think back to how she looked before she had both kids. Her breasts were smaller, yet firmer.
“Do you still love them after all these years?” she asks with a sigh.
You cup both of them with your hands and roll her nipples with your fingertips. “They are so lovely and tasty looking.” You then lick around her right nipple and suck it firmly.
You feel her grip your firm shaft and stroke it.
Sucking her nipple harder, you also pull her left nipple, so she lets out a moan of pleasure. You release her left nipple and slide her dress off her shoulders.
She helps pull it down and then raises her hem up to her waist.
You stop sucking her nipple and look down at her panties, seeing a damp spot at the crotch. “I see that you are enjoying yourself too.” You say in a deep tone and then move down between her thighs. Her panties are not anything special or sexy, but just seeing how excited she is, turn you on even more.
Putting your hands under her legs, you kiss the inside of her right thigh. Softly kissing, then licking with the tip of your tongue and teasing her as you lick closer to the damp material. Using just the tip, you work your tongue up and down, moving the fabric so it rubs her wet pussy lips.
You slide the gusset aside as she spreads her legs wider. Slowly you lick up and down her wet pussy lips, licking around and between. She reaches down and puts her hands on your head. “A teen-aged boy wouldn’t know how to do that.” She says with a purr to her voice.
“Maybe there are advantages to being older.” You comment before you suck her clit. A maneuver you didn’t know about until you had been married for a few years.
“Mmmmmm Yes. Just like that.” She says holding on to your head.
“What don’t high-schoolers know how to do that?” you playfully say and then suck her again and hum so the vibrations from your mouth travel through her.
“Damn, my college…. boyfriend….. didn’t know….. how to do that.” She says gasping in pleasure, as you slide a couple of fingers into her wet and ready pussy.
Between the humming of your mouth, the suction on her clit, and the thrusting of your fingers, you bring her to a quick climax.
You remove your fingers from her, and suck the juices off of them. “Yes, a prom date probably wouldn’t have done that to you.”
She pulls you closer and kisses you. “Should I show you what I would have done to a prom date in the front seat of a car?”
She still has her dress on her waist as she pulls your pants and underwear off and has you sit. Your hard dick is standing in anticipation. She gets on her knees in front of you, grabs the shaft and starts licking around the tip.
You pat the empty spot on the couch next to you. “Shouldn’t you be here? In the passenger seat, leaning over me to do that?” You ask playfully.
She smiles up at you. “Of course. We are in your father’s convertible..” she gets up, kneels on the couch, and leans over your crotch. “The top is down, and anyone might catch us.”
You imagine the scene in your mind. OK, it’s your car, and it is the kind of thing the two of you did around the time the kids were born. But it is exciting to you just the same. Your cock is really hard just anticipating her wet, warm mouth.
“Mmmmmm, you like the idea of being caught here in the prom parking lot.” She says and starts licking and sucking you.
You place one hand on her head and slide the other one behind her and under her panties. As she licks, sucks, and strokes you, you slowly finger her ass crack and her slit.
“You are still so wet. I hear that good girls like you, want to remain pure for their future husbands, so you take it in the ass instead.” You say in a soft slow tone.
She takes you fully in her mouth. The tip of your cock feels her throat. “Damn…” you gasp.
She pulls you free and strokes it. “You are thinking of those girls who go to religious schools. They wear those plaid skirts and keep their pussies pure by doing anal. I go to public school.” She strokes you harder and then sucks your balls.
“Ohhh…. God… that feels…so good… but maybe…..I should…. be dating… one of them?” You try to say playfully.
She then sits up and straddles you, feeding your wet, lubed shaft into her waiting cunt.
“Don’t you want this instead?” she asks in an almost serious tone.
As she lowers herself on to you, she feels so good. You love when she rides you. Her breasts are rubbing against your shirt, so you pull it off and feel her soft, full tits rub across your bare chest.
You kiss her as she grinds against you. “You are my date… my love…. and always will be.”
She rides you harder and faster. You grip her ass cheeks as you try to thrust into her. “Yes… that’s it… Cum for me…. My prom date.” She says.
You try to thrust and hold it inside of her. You feel your cock unload inside of her. She then keeps rocking back and forth. “Give me a minute to finish too.”
You know how sensitive her nipples are, so you suck one, and pull the other. “Mmmmm….Ooooooo…Yessss…” she says as you feel her pussy pulsing around your softening dick.
You realize the music has stopped. You both kiss each other deeply and then hug tightly, feeling your hearts beating against each other.
“Do you think we should have gone to our proms?” You ask.
As she climbs off of you and gets fully undressed. “No. I think our fantasy prom is more than what we need.” She then kisses you on the cheek. She takes all of her clothes in her arm. “If you really want to fuck my ass, give me a little time to prep it. It’s been years since we last did that.” She smiles and winks.
You get up off the couch and realize that there are wet spots and cum drips. You pull up your pants and get some upholstery cleaner from the cleaning closet.
As you clean up the mess, your wife comes back wearing her bathrobe and nightie. “I forgot about that. I’m glad the kids didn’t come home and find stains on the couch.”
“Yeah. When I’m done, shall we watch a movie and have some ice cream?” You ask.
“Sure. I have just the perfect movie in mind.” She says with a wink and smile. You watch her walk over to the CD rack with all of the R-rated movies and grabs a raunchy “sex comedy”.
With the couch cushion all cleaned, you get up and kiss her on the cheek. “What will the kids think when they get home?”
“That they have weird parents who watch trashy movies together. Isn’t it what old married couples are supposed to do?”
“I don’t know. I’ll tell you when I feel like we are an old married couple.” You respond and get changed.
When your daughter gets home, she finds you both on the couch snuggled up to each other. “Gross. Get a room.” She says like a typically teen.
You kiss and continue holding each other.
You hear your car pull into the drive way and your son walks into the house. His tie is undone and his tux jacket is over his shoulder.
“Did you have a good time?” your wife asks.
He smiles. “I did. I’m tired. Can I tell you about it in the morning?”
“Of course. We’ll go to bed too.” You say, turning off the TV.
“Prom night is a special night.” Your wife says.
You grab and kiss her hand. “Yes it is.”
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