Date Night with Mom

I try to cast the memory away and focus on the hot hardcore scenes playing out on my screen but it refuses to yield.

As memory mixes with lusty imagination I then see Michelle watching me now. Beautiful sexy Michelle. Older than the person in my memory but the years had enhanced and perfected her elegant features like the deep luscious flavors of a fine red wine. She looked better than ever. Michelle, standing there now, in the corner of my room, watching me stroke my cock for her. I'm not even looking at the screen anymore. Her dark eyes are not shocked or horrified but desirous. Her lips are parted not to gasp in surprise but to lick her top lip hungrily. Her right hand slowly traces up her curved hip, across her flat tummy, then up over her magnificent bust. Between her long finger and thumb she grips the top button of her pastel green t shirt...and with a slowly growing grin she unbuttons it...

"UNGHHHHHH!" I blast my load with a suddenness I was unprepared for. I nut HARD! The first powerful jet arcing straight over my bare stomach and down onto my shirt that I had bunched up at armpit level. The forward tip of that first blast even touches my chin! The rest of my load erupts out in fat juicy wads down my belly. "Unghh..gunnnhh..gnnnngh!" I milk myself through to conclusion then go slack.

I lay there staring up at the ceiling. The music was still playing as was the porn video. I lay there a few minutes just enjoying the afterglow and convincing myself that I hadn't just nutted to the thought of Michelle watching me jerk off. Denial is a hell of a thing and by the time I am cleaning myself up I am making a mental note of the big titty compilation so that I could watch it again sometime. It really did the trick tonight!

***

With everything I had to do the next day whizzes by in a hectic blur. Before I knew it I was driving home after the last tutoring session to get ready for my date!

Last minute first date jitters hit me far worse than they ever had before. I wasn't ready!

Sure the car was fueled up, washed and cleaned out. Sure I'd gotten my hair done. Sure I picked up a new shirt for the evening. The reservations were confirmed and everything seemed to be going off without a hitch but...I wasn't ready! Michelle was such a stunningly beautiful and classy and...

I snort with pent up worried frustration and grip the wheel hard. This really wasn't like me at all. I was generally quite confident during my previous first dates. What was wrong with me today?

As my nerves hit this peak I AGAIN am forced to remind myself that this wasn't a real date. Why wouldn't that plain and simple fact sink in through my thick skull? THIS ISN'T A REAL DATE NOAH! CALM THE FUCK DOWN! I remind myself AGAIN that I was doing this for Mom because her therapist requested it of me. Mom needed a boost. She needed a night of wining and dining. She needed to rediscover what a special lady she really was and how enjoyable it could be to connect with someone. I was just going through the motions to help her flex some muscles she hadn't used in a very long time.

By the time I am pulling into my parking spot I'd grounded myself once more. God, ever since Dr Nelson had called my emotions had been going through a very confusing roller coaster. I needed to center myself so that I could help my mother as best I could. I needed to be at ease so that Michelle could be at ease.

I hurry from the car to the back door of the apartment, moving as quickly as possible to escape the baking heat. This was the fifth day of the city's heatwave and I was more than ready for it to be done.

As I enter the suite I see the lanky form of Craig in the kitchen hurriedly eating a bowl of cereal over the sink in his work clothes.

"Got called in?" I ask as I swing the door closed behind me.

"Mmm hmm." He nods with bulging cheeks and a dribble of milk slipping down his chin. "I'll be home by one." He says through a full mouth. "I wanna hear about your date!"

I laugh. "I'll be home and sleeping well before one a.m."

He swallows hard and smacks his lips. "What kind of lame date is over before one?" He drinks down the milk in three big gulps then wipes his face and wet mustache with his arm. "You better stay up. I want all the juicy deets."

"There will be no juicy deets." I assure him.

"Uh huh." He hurries past me and slaps my shoulder on the way by. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"Is there anything you wouldn't do?" I quip.

He smiles. "Probably not. Okay, gotta go. Have fun buddy."

"Yeah, see ya man."

Craig gets his bike out from the closet and slams and crashes out the door. Another wide flake of paint chips off the wall in his clumsy wake. I'd long ago given up any hope of us getting our deposit back on this place. As he struggles to turn his bike around in the hall I walk up and close the door behind him. I was happy to be rid of him as I got ready.

I shit, shower, and shave then really get down to sprucing myself up. I touch of gel in my freshly styled hair. My naturally wavy dirty blonde locks left with just enough length to make it look nicely styled yet also with a dash of casual freedom to it. Antiperspirant and a tasteful bit of cologne. Through habit I add a dab down below as well. Nails trimmed and filed. Thoroughly brushed teeth and minty fresh mouthwash for my breath. The works. It had been a while since I really preened myself to impress a lady and the process of it felt great. It really gave me a lift. I was feeling good and looking good.

I stand in front of the mirror still nude and give myself a thorough once over. It wasn't going get better than this. I turn and head to my room where I get dressed. Tight fitting black boxer briefs that hugged my package snugly, socks, charcoal slacks, a belt, and my watch. Finally I take the new silk shirt that I had on a hanger and slip it on. I'd spent a pretty penny on this but I had been wanting a shirt like this for some time. It was a deep elegant purple. The satin sheen ran across it in waves as the silk rippled and moved. I smile. I knew I was cheating here. Mom loved purple. This was something I wouldn't have known about Michelle had she truly been a stranger. I button it closed, it was a lean but comfortable fit, and tuck it in before doing up the trousers and fastening the belt. I straighten the collar and button the cuffs. I slip on a pair of shiny black dress shoes and give myself a final once over.

I couldn't deny it. I was looking fantastic. Better than ever! The couple of years since my last honest to goodness date had filled me out to look less boyish and far more manly. My features were sharper and more chiseled. I was a man in my absolute prime.

I was SO glad Dr Nelson had called. I knew without a doubt that after tonight I would be playing the field again. This little "nudge" was a godsend.

I can't help to take an extra moment to admire myself. I cut a dashing figure to be sure. The last man Michelle had been with was my father. He was handsome in his way but looking at myself now I realize that I had the old man beat everywhere but in my bank account. Taller, wider shoulders, narrower waist, fuller hair, and easily better looking in the face. I also knew from our trips to the swimming pool that I was packing a lot more downstairs too, not that such a thing mattered tonight but it did give my masculine ego another boost of confidence. I straighten up proudly.

It was time to remind that beautiful woman I loved so dearly that there was a life worth living after a failed marriage.

I give myself a firm nod then turn from the mirror and stride confidently for the front door.

***

The way to my mom's place was as familiar a drive as any other regular destination I had in the city. I decide to take a new route to Michelle's house this time just to get in the spirit of the illusion we were trying to create. Once more my nerves threaten to escalate again but this time I keep them firmly locked down. My soaring self confidence was now the dominant emotion inside of me. I was determined to enjoy myself one way or another. Tonight was going to be fun!

I pull up to the little white house and park out front. It was a quaint little place in a quiet tree lined cul-de-sac. She could afford much better having taken my father to the cleaners in the divorce, which still pleased me to no end, but her needs were humble and she enjoyed the coziness of the old but well kept house.

I see her sporty red Mini Cooper parked in the driveway.

I step out of the air conditioned cabin of my car and into the evening heat. This heatwave was relentless. I hurry up the walk to the front of the house, trying to minimize the amount of time I was in the sweat inducing heat. I check my watch. Five minutes until seven, perfect.

I ring the doorbell and wait. Thirty heart pounding seconds go by before I hear the bolt lock unlatch. The door slowly swings open.

I smile and go to speak before I am struck mute. Time stands still as I get a full look at my date for the night.

Michelle...was...GORGEOUS!

Her long brunette hair fell in loose curls down her back and over one shoulder. She wore big hanging gold hoop earrings that framed her slender neck wonderfully. Her make up was on point. Highlighting her many attractive qualities in just the right ways. Her fine feminine facial features were a feast for my eyes. A slight blush on her cheeks and a lovely shade of pink on her lips. Her eyes were done dark and smoky, sultry promises being whispered by those rich brown eyes. She shone with a radiant beauty I simply was not prepared for.

Most stunning of all however was her dress. I don't know what I'd been expecting. Something elegant, classy, perhaps a long flowing gown. What I wasn't expecting was a classic shape hugging "little black dress". It was a very nice one, not overtly slutty or anything, but definitely not the style I thought I would see when that door opened. Yes she looked classy and elegant but much more than that she looked SEXY! Smokin hot, head turning, mouth watering, dick swelling sexy!

The garment had a plunging neckline that revealed a tantalizing portion of her impressive cleavage. With no necklace to break it up the smooth skin of her chest was a wide uninterrupted expanse of soft flesh. It was cleavage that dared you to gawp at it. Being so much taller than her I had a good view down onto it! The dress was sleeveless with straps over the shoulders. The hem had a nice lace design along its edge and up the sides. It only reached down to her mid-thigh, allowing her shapely legs to be seen in their full glory. She wore no jewelry outside the earrings and wore no stockings or hose. If she wore a bra it had to be a strapless one and my eyes can't help but note that I saw no VPL anywhere along the tight fabric of her wide hips, though I knew the crinkly design of the cloth was surely fooling my eyes. It was the type of dress that revealed just enough to make the imagination run wild, if you had the body for it. And dear God, did Michelle ever have the body for it! It was so easy to forget that this was my mother I was ogling.

I loved, loved, LOVED the little black dress look on a curvaceous woman! With her standing at only five foot three it accentuated those wide sweeping curves all the more. I'd never seen her done up and dressed like this before. This was not a style her ex-husband cared for on his wife.

It takes me a moment to realize that I wasn't the only one using inside knowledge. I wore this shirt knowing that she would like it and she wore that particular dress because she knew I had a thing for that style. Touche!

I clamp my slack jawed mouth shut and gather my wits about me. I finally offer a warm smile. She is smiling right back at me. She gives me a long appreciative look up and down and I see her gaze particularly admire the sleek collared shirt I wore. Each of us was obviously impressed with the other.

I clear my throat and speak, unable to hide the awe in my voice. "Michelle! You look...wonderful."

Her smile grows and she looks down self consciously, almost bashfully. She tugs at the tip of her hair before looking back up again. "Thank you. You look very handsome tonight Noah."

A strange silence descends between us. Our eyes meet for a single electrically charged second before I tear my gaze away.

I swallow hard and blinking a few times rapidly as I stammer. "Ahem! Uh...Michelle, are you, uh, ready to go?" I point back toward my car. "Your chariot awaits."

I step to the side and offer the lady an arm. She giggles at my old fashioned gesture. She grabs a small hand bag and a light shawl that matched her dress, locks the door behind her, then takes my arm in her hands.

***

I strut proud as a peacock down the front walk with her on my arm. Her black high heels click clack on the pavement as we go. As we approach my car I feel her slow then stop right at the edge of her property. I look down at her curiously. Her head was down slightly and she wouldn't look up at me. She seemed tentative to take the next step, as if she had come right up to a point of no return.

She says in a soft voice. "If you need to stop this, if you get uncomfortable, just call me Mom and we'll go back to normal. Until then I am Michelle Cassidy." She was giving me a safe word, so to speak, and using her maiden name. Both were good ideas.

I pause, studying her for a moment, then squeeze her arm in mine reassuringly. "Okay Michelle. I really appreciate what you're doing for me tonight."

I watch her shoulders relax and she nods with a grin. I gently press forward and she takes a bold step with me. My date with "Michelle" had begun.

As I open the passenger door for her she says. "I like your car."

I can't help but smile. The metallic gray Subaru Impreza had been a gift from her just last year. "Thanks, it gets me from A to B."

I help her into her seat then close the door behind her. I walk around the front and take a quick glance around. I was happy to see none of her neighbors were around at the moment. I get into the car and look across at my beautiful date for the evening. Seated as she was I cannot help but admire the graceful sexy shape of her leg in profile. I blink and pull my eyes off of her.

I start the engine, turn the radio on low, then pull out to begin the drive to the restaurant.

For a time we sit quietly just listening to the music and watching the street side trees drift by. The limbs of the trees on either side occasionally met above us too form great green arches which we passed through at regular intervals. The other houses were like hers, cozy and well lived in. I could see why she liked this neighborhood. It had a welcoming feel to it.

Our conversation along the way is polite, cheerful, and safe. As it should be at this point. We speak about the heat, we joke about a particularly corny ad on the radio, we talk about a movie that was coming out soon, and other such small talk. At first it was a challenge not to dive straight into our normal comfortable back and forth but the longer it went the easier it got to just speak to her as if she was someone I was just getting to know. The way we were each dressed, being so out of the ordinary, really helped foster the illusion of us being two strangers on our first date. I found I was thoroughly enjoying myself.

I struggle constantly not to sneak peeks at her legs and her ample cleavage. I am mostly successful. If she notices my wandering eyes she doesn't give any indication of it. Once I swear I catch her checking me out in a similar fashion, though I knew it must be my imagination.

The restaurant I had chosen was quite out of the way. I wanted to stay away from the busier sections of the city and I also wanted to avoid any places where I might run into anyone I knew. The place, simply called "La Lune", was tucked away in one of the older and wealthier areas of the city. We comment on the huge houses with their extravagant front lawns as they pass by. The establishment was an oddity in the area. It was the only business for many blocks around and the only building we saw that had only one floor. It was squat yet sprawling. The building along with a large open deck was surrounded by a lush garden area that filled the rest of the corner plot. A short two foot tall wrought iron fence with a snaking ivy design ran around the property at the front except for the wide entryway. Huge round windows lined the restaurant's butter yellow stone walls and allows a view into the interior. Even from here one could see the dominant motif of celestial bodies in the art and ornaments, mostly moons and stars. The place was three quarters full with three couples waiting for their seats just inside the front doors. I was happy I made reservations.

"Ooo!" Michelle oohs as we pass the place, obviously surprised by my choice. "This is quite a place you've found. Very nice."

I felt pretty damn proud of myself and I straighten up in my seat.

I knew from reviews I had read that parking was a problem as the small lot the restaurant had out back was half of what they actually needed for their seating capacity. I drive two and a half blocks before finally finding a place on the avenue. I pull in between a Mercedes and a Jaguar.

"We'll have to walk from here, sorry."

She has a strangely wistful smile on her pretty face. "That's okay. It's a lovely evening."

I chuckle at her rosy description of the weather. It was lovely if you were trying to bake bread in the open air. The sun starting to go down had helped but it was still hot as hell out there.

I get out and hurry around to open the door for her. She seems amused as if by some private joke as she watches me pour on the gentlemanly manners. I offer my hand. She hesitates but after a moment she takes it and lets me guide her to the sidewalk. I close the door, lock up the car, then offer her my arm once more. She tightens the shawl around her arms then takes my elbow. We begin the short walk to La Lune.

Click, clack, click, clack. Her heels hit the cement as we walk casually toward the restaurant and soak in the opulent surroundings. The buzzing and droning of midsummer insects fills the air with their chorus. The evening sky was starting to glow pink and the fat yellow hung low over the rooftops.

"This is all very nice. So very nice. You didn't have to do all this for a first date Noah."

"I'm happy to. You deserve it Michelle." I say as if it was no big deal then add. "They have a wine list second to none, or so I read. The chef is from Lyon."

"Hm." Is all she says. She smiles politely.

Click, clack, click, clack. We continue our walk through the hot humid evening. Something wasn't right, I could just sense it. There was a tension in Michelle that wasn't there before. We walk past the gleaming luxury cars and the huge pillared multi-million dollar homes.

I just hear her sigh very quietly and then I knew something was up. Was she having doubts? Was I making her uncomfortable? Was the illusion of our fake date breaking down? I knew the restaurant was a slam dunk. She loved French food and French wine and the fine dining experience. This was just her type of place. Exactly the sort of place Dad would have taken her...

I stop dead in my tracks as it hits me like a gold brick, so suddenly that Michelle is jarred to an abrupt stop herself. Up ahead I see the middle aged and older men, almost all of them white, with their younger more attractive wives or mistresses. How easily Mom and Dad could have fit into that crowd just a few years ago. I see the cars, the houses, the glittering jewelry on the women. I hear the haughty forced laughter and see the false smiles. The memories come flooding back to me, it must be happening tenfold for her.

I was leading her straight back into the world she had lived in those many years with my father.