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It was two days until my mom’s birthday and I had not gotten her a damn thing. I felt terrible about it of course, but the truth is we’d been apart for so long I really had no idea what she would want. Sure I could have done one of those “recreate a childhood photo” things but that’s a little played out at this point. I could’ve converted some of her records to mp3’s but then there’s the problem of how I would do it without her realizing what I was doing, plus I wasn’t sure if I’d have time. That was my own fault, but hey, when you’ve been searching for a decent paying job to get rid of those looming student loans finding a good gift for your mom is something that slips the mind.
In the end I opted for a simple and rather clichéd dinner for mom. Now I know it wasn’t the most innovative thing in the world, but it seemed like the only idea that she would genuinely appreciate since we hadn’t been the closest for a while. I didn’t ignore her mind you, but when she would ask how the job hunt was going and my only response was a deep breath, a moment of silence and a half hearted “good” it’s a bit embarrassing to chat with mom. So a dinner it was. I ended up calling her and asking her if she was up for a big birthday dinner and thankfully she was thrilled with the suggestion.
So I managed to get myself out to a barber shop and cleaned up for mom. She hated the beard I’d cultivated in college and I thought she might get a kick out of me finally showing my “adorable face” once more. After that a simple call to a restaurant and my gift was basically done. I picked up some flowers and made the drive from Richmond to Alexandria wondering if she knew my suggestion was little more than me basically forgetting how close her birthday actually was.
After a couple hours of cursing in the inexplicable traffic jams of northern Virginia and I was pulling up to my mom’s. I’d only been gone for a couple years but it seemed like so much had changed. Sure she had done some work in the yard and gotten a fresh coat of paint on the place but it seemed weird to be back. It always did. Even when I would come for breaks and holidays, the house really didn’t seem like the place I’d grown up. Maybe it was because dad wasn’t around anymore or maybe it was mom becoming more outgoing, but there was a different feel in the house.
As soon as I got out of my car I could see mom smiling from the window and running over to the door. I assumed I was going to get a hug but all she focused on was the lack of a beard. She rubbed her chin, I rolled my eyes, but I was glad she liked it. Maybe my visit would be enough to give her a decent birthday after all.
We hugged, she commented on how cute I was without the beard, and I proudly presented the flowers I’d bought.
“They’re so pretty. I’ll have to hide them from the cat.”
This cat had to be roughly 15 years old. The thing barely moved most of the time, but you put any kind of plant in the house and suddenly it becomes a curious kitten who seems to want to destroy everything.
“Let me get these in some water. I’ll be right back hun.”
And with that she scurried into the kitchen to find a vase while I was sat on the couch. I still couldn’t shake the feeling that it felt weird to be in the house again. Even my mom seemed different. She’d always been an active woman, hanging out with friends, working in the yard. She was the type that couldn’t seem to relax. Now though, as soon as she came back in the room she plopped down on the couch next to me like she’d just run a marathon.
“Ya know, the older I get the more I understand your ‘relaxing’ thing.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well I’d run around so much when you were younger, now all I want to do is take a read a book and take a nap.”
“Oh yeah the perfect lawn and garden out there sure do say you’ve calmed down and started taking it easy.”
“Well I can’t let it go to hell. And gardening can be quite relaxing by the way.”
“And the new paint job?”
“Well that’s just a matter of the place looking awful. When you have your own house and start to the paint peeling you’ll be out there with a ladder and paint cans too.”
“That’s what painters are for.”
She laughed. She always did. I think she envied my willingness to let others handle chores I detested.
“So what have you been up to?”
“Not much really. Just looking for a good job.”
“You don’t have a job yet?”
“I have a part time thing near the campus in a record shop. It lets me eat so that’s a plus.”
“Well, just keep trying hun, I’m sure you’ll get something soon.” She’d been using that line for roughly two years now on the phone. It never was reassuring.
“What about you mom, what’s new with you?”
“Oh nothing. Same old same old. So where are you taking your old mom out for dinner?”
“You’re not that old yet mom and it’s a surprise.”
“Oh, well how fancy of a place is it?”
“Nothing too fancy. I’m working with a retail paycheck remember.”
“I’m sure it will be wonderful baby. I just want a nice night on the town.”
A “night on the town”? I hoped she wasn’t thinking about dragging me anywhere other than dinner. I illegal bahis was serious about that retail paycheck. It wasn’t much and I was pretty sure my meals for rest of the week would consist of rice and tuna. But then, it was my mom after all. If she wanted more than dinner I would have to oblige.
“How should I dress for this occasion?”
“Well if you want a night on the town I guess you should dress accordingly. The girls I know typically go with micro skirts and deep v cuts.”
“Cute, but no one wants to see that.”
“Oh I’m sure there’s someone who would love it. Again, you’re not that old mom.”
She smirked and thanked me for the courtesy, but I was serious. She was a pretty attractive woman. For being in her fifties she was still quite fit. Yeah she a bit more weight, but I had put on more than her and she could pull off a tight dress fairly well. She did it for Christmas the year before. I was rather shocked to be honest. She always dressed rather modestly when I was a kid. Every now and then she would were tight jeans but that was basically the closest to immodest she ever got.
“You know, now that I think about it I do have a new dress I could wear.”
“Cool.”
“When is the reservation?”
“Oh we still have a few hours still have a few hours so you’ve got time to get ready.”
“Thanks.”
“Not that you look bad or anything.”
“Smooth.”
She always had a way with taking playful jabs at me. She never meant anything by it, but she would get me every time.
She took a shower while I watched some TV and screwed around on my phone. After about an hour she yelled for me from her room.
I peeked into her room to see her in a very form fitting blue dress. She certainly did look quite good for her age.
“Zip me up?”
It was then that I realized I’d been doing a bit more staring then was probably appropriate and clumsily shuffled over to zip her up.
She made a quick spin and asked how looked with a smile.
“Good.”
I actually found myself looking away when I said it. It is difficult to come to the realization that your mom is pretty damn attractive.
“Well that didn’t seem very enthusiastic.”
“No no, really, you look good. I may have to keep the guys from hitting on my mom.”
Luckily she didn’t realize I was serious and laughed it off.
“Well I’m not looking to meet anyone. It would be odd to pick a guy up with my son there.”
I guess my red cheeks let off that I was embarrassed.
“Don’t worry maybe they’ll all think this young stud got himself a cougar.”
With that she gave me a hug and seemed to delight in my embarrassment.
“It seems like we still have a little time. Do you want a drink before we go?”
Now that was just weird. She never liked the idea of drinking and driving, but I guess since we were both adults she didn’t mind so much. Plus she knew I wouldn’t drink much in front of her. Hell I still never really cursed when she was around. Maybe she just assumed I would be on my best behavior since it was her birthday.
So I took her up on the drink and we talked a bit more about what I’d been up to. You know all those fun topics like what I want to do with my career, am I seeing anyone. All those fun topics that make a guy feel great when they dance around the answers because they don’t want to look like a loser in front of family. Luckily I had a stiff drink to lighten the mood.
After dancing my single status, a job I hated and a poor job market it was time to leave. The drive there was uneventful and she dropped most of the uncomfortable conversation opting to focus on how old she felt. I tried to assure her that she wasn’t an old lady by any means. I did have a few awkward moments where I essentially told her was hot. It seemed like she thought I was just being nice and glossed right over them thankfully.
It was weird walking in to the restaurant. A lot of the older guys were checking out my mom.
“Look at that, I can still turn some heads.”
“Told you so.”
“A few times I noticed.”
If I could’ve crawled into a hole I would’ve. Not only did she notice my comments, she was now mocking me because of it…great.
I ordered us some wine while we went over the menu.
“This place seems pretty expensive.”
“It’s no big deal. It’s your birthday and I want to give you a nice night out.”
“Just being here is good enough.”
“Well you’re getting a moderately expensive meal too so deal with it.”
She laughed and went back to the menu.
It was a nice time actually. I was surprised that we both, well me really, loosened up and started to have a good time. By the end of the meal we had finished a bottle wine and been chatting like friends rather than family. We order dessert spent most of the time stealing bites of each other’s. Then the bill came. I think I must have shown just how pricey it really ended up being because she asked me if something was wrong.
“Oh no, it’s fine. It’s your birthday.” And this was going on my credit card.
We stayed a bit longer and had another drink. She brought what was going on in my life again, but this illegal bahis siteleri time I wasn’t so defensive.
“Well, I was dating this one girl for a while, but it just didn’t work out. We liked each other and all that. We just weren’t in love. I mean she’s a good girl I just couldn’t really see myself with her.”
“So you’re looking for a long term relationship then? Ready to settle down already?”
“I don’t know if I’d say that…”
“Well good. You’re still a young man. There’s no need to get yourself locked down now. You should enjoy yourself. Be young.”
“I do mom.”
“Oh don’t call me mom right now. This is just friendly advice not a lecture.”
Amusingly that actually was reassuring for some reason. I don’t know if it was the wine or not, but I was having a good time and for the first time in a while I felt really engaged with my mom. It was nice. She excused herself and got up to go to the bathroom.
As she walked by I couldn’t help but turn my head. I caught myself taking a look at her butt. I actually smiled to myself and said “wow”. I knew it was strange, but I didn’t care at all. I was going to let everyone think I landed a cougar. The thought was funny to me but a part of me wanted to believe it. This had been the closest thing to a date that I’d had in a little over a month and I was really enjoying it. A little too much perhaps, but enjoying it I was.
She sat back down and I couldn’t help but stare into her eyes. I think at this point the wine was starting to get to me but I just smiled at her.
“Thank you for taking me out tonight hun. It’s really meant a lot to me. I know I’ve been going on about how old I’ve been feeling but it’s nice to know I can still turn a handsome young man’s head.”
“Oh really? And who was this young stud?” I looked around to see who it could’ve been eyeing my mother.
She grabbed my hand and said, “I think you know who I meant.”
And then a sense of dread came over me.
“Oh don’t be embarrassed. I liked it,” she said with a wink.
So this was great. I managed to turn a pretty good time into an awkward dinner where my mom caught me checking out her ass. Luckily we were up and out the door soon after that.
When we got in the car I attempted to apologize.
“Mom…I’m sorry about that.”
“About what hun?”
It was nice of her to pretend like nothing happened, but come on.
“You know. The head turning thing.”
“Sweetie it’s okay. I really was pleased that I could still turn heads,” she said with a laugh.
It made me laugh too at least.
“I just feel like we had a good time and maybe I let the wine get to me a bit and…”
“Oh it was the wine huh?”
“No, it wasn’t the wine. You’re an attractive woman. It’s just that I haven’t been on a date in a long time and it was nice to be out with an attractive woman, even if it was with my mom.”
“Sweetie you’ll be out with lots of attractive women, I’m sure of it. Hell if I were younger I would be fine with going on another date with you.”
“You’re not that old. You’re still quite young.”
She smiled and thanked me. She leaned over to me, gently guided my chin toward her and softly kissed me. She pulled back as I slightly opened my mouth and leaned toward her for another kiss. I caught myself and embarrassment washed over me again.
“Wow, I am so sorry.” I fumbled to get my keys in the ignition and get it started as she just smiled.
“It’s ok.”
I kept my eyes glued to the road and my hands gripped the wheel like I was about to swerve off the road at any moment.
“Honey you need to relax. You’ve given me a great night out and I couldn’t be happier about it. Thank you.”
She was so sincere that I couldn’t let my embarrassment keep me from saying you’re welcome. This wasn’t about me. This was about celebrating her birthday. Maybe it hadn’t gone quite as planned, but if she was happy that was all that mattered.
We pulled up to the house and I sat there for a moment.
“Coming in?”
“Oh yeah. Sure.”
“Baby, are you still worrying about that kiss?”
I could feel my stomach turning.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because I liked it.”
“Well so did I. I did kiss you remember. Now come inside and have some coffee before you get back on the highway. I won’t have my son driving drunk all the way down to Richmond.”
“Ok.”
She went into the kitchen got us some coffee. It was awkward to sit in silence after we had such a good night, but I didn’t want to risk saying or doing anything to embarrass myself any further. So we just sat and exchanged smiles every now and then while the TV provided a little something to break through the silence.
“Well, I’m gonna change out of this. Mind unzipping me real quick?”
I pulled the zipper down and let my hand lazily fall and linger a little too long on her back.
“I think I may need another cup of coffee.”
“Ok, I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
This was a disaster. I end up drunk and basically copping a feel off my mom drinking coffee trying to sober up enough to drive home. The sad part was, I was sober enough to canlı bahis siteleri drive home and I knew it. I just wanted to hang around a little longer. I was being pathetic and I knew it.
After a few minutes she came back down and before got to the bottom step I piped up,”I think I might get ready to go. It’s starting to get late and I don’t want to keep you up.”
“No you will not. I’m not that old remember. Plus you are going to finish that coffee. I won’t have you wasting my special blend.”
“Ok.”
She hurried me back over to the couch and sat with me while I nursed my cup. She laid her hand on my chest and said, “I really did have a great time tonight hun and you shouldn’t feel bad about anything. So what if you took a look at my ass? It made me happy and it didn’t hurt you any?”
Was she joking and just waiting to savor just how red she could make my face?
“You’ve become a wonderful man and it was sweet of you to treat me to a good night. I love you baby.”
And with that she kissed me again. This time she didn’t pull away. She lingered longer than me. In fact I pulled away and stared at my coffee. I didn’t know what to think. To be frank I kind of thought this was all some kind surreal dream.
“I’m sorry about that baby. It’s just been a while since I’ve had such a nice night out with man, let alone a kiss. I don’t want this any more awkward.”
“No no, this was my fault.”
“How so?”
I really didn’t have a decent answer for that.
“I’ve kissed you remember. Twice in fact. Maybe I’m the one that had a bit too much to drink.”
“You seem pretty sober to me.”
“So do you.”
“Then why have me stay for coffee?”
“Because I didn’t want you to leave yet. Like I said, it’s been a wonderful night and I wanted to let linger.”
“Well I’m glad I didn’t screw it up.”
“Of course not, and I hope I didn’t screw it up for you.”
“No mom, it was a good time. I had a great time at dinner.”
“Just dinner?”
“Well before was good too.”
“And after?”
With a bit of hesitation I said, “it was a good time.” And then I relaxed. I don’t know why but all my anxiety just disappeared for a moment and I found myself leaning toward her. I gave her a soft kiss and when I pulled away she actually pulled me toward her. It was exhilarating. When we did part we both smiled.
All she was thank you and that she was going to get ready for bed soon. I told her was going to get ready to go since it really was getting late. I got up to take my mug to the kitchen as she walked toward the steps. I passed her to get to the door and she grabbed my hand.
“I love you sweetie .” She gave me another soft kiss. “Thank you.”
“Any time mom. I’ll take you out to dinner whenever you want.”
She smiled and looked down from my eyes and back. With a smirk she said, “thank you hun, but I was talking about something else.” She pointed down as she turned to walk up the steps.”Lock up for me when you leave.”
Confused I just said, “ok” as I looked around sure to find some stain that made her laugh. That’s when I noticed the very prominent erection. Another sense of dread flooded over me.
I tried to yell “I’m sorry” but my mom stopped me and said, “we should do this again. I’ll make dinner next time.”
All I could do was say ok and out the door I was left to drive home and contemplate the odd night I’d just shared with my mother.
Once I did get home all I wanted to do was sleep and forget the whole thing but I just couldn’t. All could do was focus on how embarrassed I was. Well that and the kisses and how my mother’s ass looked in that blue dress. The truth was I drove for home with an erection coming and going periodically. I think I couldn’t sleep just because I wasn’t sure how I should feel. I mean, I was mortified at my behavior, but I had to admit I liked a lot of what happened. I also think knowing my mom was a willing participant in the whole thing made it intriguing to me. I dreamt than she really wanted that to happen. That she planned it all. I knew she didn’t. She couldn’t. Why would she? I’m her son.
A couple days passed and that was that. There was no weird messages, no sexual innuendo. Just a few days at work as always and a day off; wash, rinse repeat. Then my phone rang. It was my mom. I debated whether or not to answer. I did of course, what kind of an asshole ignores their mom?
“So when are we going on that date?”
“Uh…whenever you want to I guess. What’s good for you?”
“How ’bout tomorrow? Nothing crazy just a simple dinner at home with mom.”
“Sure that sounds good. I won’t be able to be there ’till after seven though.”
“Oh that’s fine, it’ll give me plenty of time to get ready.”
“Ok great.”
For the rest of the day, and the majority of the next I was anxious. I so readily agreed to another dinner, but I just did out of fear of not knowing how to say no. I mean, what if something happens? Not so shockingly, the idea that something happening was in the reason not to go as well as the reason to go list of pros and cons. The idea that I legitimately wanted to go on a date with my mom was scary to me. I was really attracted her. At least I was on her birthday. But I thought maybe it was just the alcohol. Maybe it was just that I had been on a date in a long time. This was of course all justification to be ok with ogling my mother again.
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