A Date with Mom

"No, you are beautiful mom. Everything else is just accessories." I told her.

We reached the restaurant then and I watched her eyes light up with utter delight.

"I know you speak French, so I hope you're ok with ordering." I whispered softly as I opened the door and took her hand. The restaurant was everything Mary Jane had promised it would be. A little slice of Paris sitting in the heart of Texas. Mom had always dreamed of going to Paris...I figured this was the next best thing.

After giving my name we were seated at a 'reserved' black cherry table towards the back. The lighting over our table was dimmed down and two long red candles were lit, a dozen red roses sat between them. She ordered from the menu almost as soon we were seated. And moments later a bottle of wine was delivered with two glasses.

I waited till she had finished off her first glass before springing my 'big news'.

"I decided that I'm not going to Cambridge. I've enrolled in online classes for the summer." I watched her closely as I let that bit sink in.

"What about MIT? What changed your mind?" She gave me a look that was both happy and sad.

"I'm not a city boy and wouldn't fit in there. At least here I blend in. And online classes cost a fraction of what it would cost to move to Cambridge and live on campus. If you want your space I can always move into Grandma's old house." I gave her a grin.

"No you will not. You will stay right where you are, with me. I just don't want you giving up your dreams because of me, that's all. I know you want to be the next Bill Gates..." She placed her hand over mine.

"That was when I was twelve mom. My dreams have changed to something a bit more subtle and much more frustrating." I admitted looking into her shiny green eyes.

"I'll tell you mine, if you tell me yours." She teased still holding my hand.

"Mine is a little...complicated." I blushed.

"Here, try this...it might make things less complicated." She filled the second glass and sat it in front of me.

I tipped the glass up and immediately choked as the rich grape flavor burned down my throat. I coughed and it burned my nose. "Owe" I groaned causing mom to laugh.

"Sorry, I guess I never taught you... You're supposed to sip wine not guzzle it," she laughed at me and I turned an even deeper shade of red, my groin instantly throbbed.

"Your laugh is so sexy. I wish I could make you laugh like that every day," the words just kind of slipped out before I could stop myself.

"Why, thank you. And you make me laugh all the time," she put her hand back over mine.

Our food arrived then and thankful for the distraction I started cutting up my smothered chicken.

"You make a lovely couple," the waitress commented as she placed mom's food on the table. Stunned mom's mouth opens and closes, unsure how to respond to her comment. "She's right mom, look in the window. With your hair and that dress you could easily pass for twenty five..." I chuckled.

"And you look...oh my. When did you get all grown up?" She looked as if about to cry.

"When you weren't looking," I teased.

A letter had arrived in the mail on my 16th birthday along with a key. The letter had told me of my inheritance which I received just days ago, a final gift from my adopted grandmother. The key went to a car called "The baby maker".

"No...you didn't...tell me you didn't." She stammered as we exited the restaurant to find a completely rebuilt pearl black 1967 Shelby Mustang GT fastback, with a pair of handcuffs and baby shoes dangling from the rear view and a big green bow on the hood.

"I found this old car just sitting in a garage collecting dust." I chuckled.

The original car had been stripped down and bits of it are still down river, but Pops had retained the basics and rebuilt another just like it. It had been his side project for fifteen years, until I took it over to finish it off. The school's paint and body class just finished its new paint job.

Mom fished a cigarette from her pack and dug in her hand bag for a lighter. Taking my hand from the stick I reached over and popped the glove box. Without looking I found the lighter I had bought for her.

"This brings back memories, your father had a lighter just like this," she smiled as I handed the silver zippo to her.

"Good ones I hope." I told her as I drove.

"You're father, he wasn't a complete bastard. He did have his moments. We used to have picnics on the hood after school. He'd drive us out to the lake and we'd eat, swim...and other stuff. Of course I was young and in love at the time. I was just a freshman and he was a senior with his entire life planned out. I knew it would never last but that didn't stop me from dreaming... You look just like him except you have my eyes and your grandfather's nose." She sighed.

"Do you miss him?" I wondered.

"No, not one bit baby." She looked at me with nothing but love and pride in her eyes. "I packed up my bag, hopped in your father's car and drove him to the bus. I never came out and said "I'm pregnant and it's yours" but I was starting to show and it was pretty obvious. He knew he was the only man I had been with. I wanted him to stay but not just because I was pregnant...he didn't even say goodbye just "keep the car" and got on the bus to go join the Navy. I kept on driving until the day I stopped to eat and you decided to come out and play. I still blame Pops and that damn spicy fried chicken of his." She chuckled.

"What did Grandma say that made you stay?" I wanted to know.

"Nothing really, it wasn't anything that she said. It was the way she held you against her, wrapped in a knitted blanket as she said it. What she said was that I had a beautiful baby boy who needed his mother. You were hungry and screaming your lungs out for my breast but the look in her eyes... I knew then that I had found our home."

On the way home mom suggested we stop to pick up a bottle of wine so that she could teach me to drink properly for next time. Next time? I hoped that meant what I think it did.

Back at the house we went to our rooms to dress more comfortably before climbing onto the sofa for a romantic drama from mom's favorites list on Netflix while she taught me how to drink wine. I put on my new cotton lounge pants and walked down barefoot to find her on the sofa wearing the long horn jersey.

She slowly lifted the filled glass to my lips, allowing just a taste to slip past my lips before pulling it away. Then she had me swirl it around in my mouth before swallowing. She repeated this, each time letting a bit more slip into my mouth. After finishing the first glass without choking on it mom lit a fresh cigarette then said she had to use the little girl's room. I watched her climb the stairs before pouring my second glass.

"You never did tell me what you wanted to do for your birthday. Today seemed to be all about me, but what do you want?" She asked coming back down the stairs.

I was tempted to tease her a little, but decided on something else. I remembered what she had told me this morning about her and dad.

"You could teach me how to smoke," I suggested.

Mom raised an eyebrow at my suggestion, considered it for a moment, and then smiled.

The first time I had tried to kiss a girl things had gone horribly wrong. I had done everything 'by the book' with a nice romantic Italian dinner, a romantic comedy, and a walk home. Then put my arms around her waist and lean in to simply say goodnight and received a slap in the face for my troubles.

Mom pulled out a fresh cigarette and I watched her light the tip, her breasts puffing out as she took a deep drag. Leaning over my lap she pressed her lips against mine. I tasted her lips and felt the tingling sensation of my first kiss. Her smoky breath filled my lungs and the taste was like nothing I had ever imagined. She pulled back much too soon.

"Is something wrong? Did I hurt you?" She looked at me and crinkled her nose, "You look a bit...uncomfortable."

"No, no that was ....Amazing mom. I just hadn't expect it to feel so good is all," I tried not to be too obvious.

After another drag her lips returned, this time she placed her hand on my thigh to support herself and stayed just a few seconds longer. Again she pulled back before I was ready.

I let the smoke filling my lungs out through my nose and made a little ring as it floated up. She giggled with the cigarette in her mouth. Her breasts lifted again as she leaned over and pressed her lips to mine. Being brave I surprised her and put my arms around her.

After a few more shared puffs she lifted the cigarette again and we both frowned. She reached beside her and used the little tin tray I had found in a garage sale. It was a simple star shape, the ends folder over to form a small bowl in the center. She stubbed the end and dropped it into the pile with several other butts.

"Is there anything else you would like?" She asked with a devilish grin.

"Can I have another kiss, Mom?" I asked returning her grin.

Her smile widened as she placed her arms around my neck and climbed into my lap. This time when she pressed her lips to mine I felt her silky tongue slide over my lips and enter my mouth. She wiggled herself in my lap and my erection grew even harder. She took my hands and slid them under the jersey she wore.

At her invitation I let them travel up her sides beneath the jersey until I felt her bare breasts in my palms. She moaned softly as her eyes looked up at me but didn't break the kiss as I gently kneaded her breasts with my hands. Her nipples hardened under my touch and I rolled them between my fingers, drawing more of those sexy moans from her.

Eventually she broke the kiss and slowly lifted her top until I was staring down at those creamy mounds begging for me to suck on them. She pulled my head towards her and I took one of the rose colored nubs into my mouth and was pleasantly rewarded with another moan.

I took one nipple and then the other before drawing her left breast into my mouth and sucking. I felt her grinding against my crotch and couldn't stop myself from groaning. With a mind of its own my hand slid between us until I felt the dampness of her lacy thong under her skirt.

"I've waited so long..." She begged as my hand rubbed and stroked the lace between her thighs.

"Since....Mmmmm just like that," She rubbed herself over my hand.

She groaned as I teased her with my fingers while I suckled on each of her breasts. I wanted to prolong this as long as I could. I had her dripping wet when I slid my finger inside of her.

"Mmm I like this" I murmured against her breast.

"Me to baby, me to..." She whimpered as my fingers slid through her moist folds.

"Two baby, use two...and cup your hand up a little...Mmmm yes just like that," she worked herself over my hand.

"I want to taste you," I told her after feeling her pussy milk my fingers.

With a moan she stood and teasingly lowered her thong until it slipped off her feet. She laid on her back and I crawled between her spread legs. I had read a lot about eating a woman but nothing had prepared me for the delicious addicting taste. That first taste was pure nirvana. Like the sweetest honey I had ever tasted.

"Mmm a little higher love," she moaned.

I slid my tongue between her moist folds and found her little button, giving it a flick. "That's it baby, just keep doing that." She groaned and her hips jerked. I played with her clit, licking, flicking, sucking, and even nibbled on it until her thighs clamped against my cheeks and she whimpered and moaned. Then her legs trembled and I felt the wave as it rushed through her.

"Cum for me mom, give me my dessert." I told her as my tongue slid around her lovely little nub. Her whimpering moans had my cock ready to explode.

She screamed as the orgasm tore through her and I held her in place by the round cheeks of her ass. I squeezed each of them as I drank her in, not stopping my assault on her delicious clit. She cried out and held my head to her as another orgasm followed the first.

"Yes that's it, feed me...I'm so hungry for you." I encouraged her.

"I'm hungry too, can I suck on your fat cock now?" She asked breathless.

"Oh shit," I groaned causing a sexy giggle to escape her lips. I had never even imaged mom would take me into her mouth. This was like a dream come true.

We traded placed and she quickly lowered my pants, I felt her tongue lick away the precum before her lips stretch around the head and she swallowed all six inches into her mouth.

"Mmmmm," she moaned around the base of my cock and I nearly exploded.

"You're gonna make me cum," I warned her.

"Yes baby, cum in my mouth." she whimpered before bobbing her head up and down.

She didn't stop sucking me even after I had emptied myself. I was limp for a fraction of a second before she sucked it hard again. Mom was just as greedy with my cock as I was with her pussy but now I wanted more. Oh yes, I wanted a lot more.

Mom lifted her head, look me in the eyes, then walked towards the stairs. Stunned and confused I just sat there and watched her climb the stairs.

"Well are you coming?" she turns to ask.

"What's wrong with the couch?" I responded but moved to follow her.

"My first time was in the back seat of your father's mustang, and it wasn't very pleasant. You deserve something better than the living room sofa for your first time," she took my hand and led me into her bedroom.

I woke at dawn to the feel of her soft lips against mine. With a moan I opened to her probing tongue as she rolled over on top of me. She wrapped an arm around my neck and I pulled her soft body against me as we kissed.

"I don't want this to ever end. I want to wake every morning to your kisses, in your bed." I whispered in her ear when she broke the kiss.

"Now that I have you here, I'm never letting you go. I will do anything to keep you here." She looked into my eyes as her hand reached between us to stroke my morning wood.

"Anything?" I slid my hands down to her butt cheeks.