The Bucket List

Another minute or so I waited before I planned my approach, ridiculously summoning up the courage to go to her as if indeed she was some random woman at a bar and not the one person, I knew most in the world.

"What's a lady like you doing in a place like this?" Was the best I had as I leaned upon the bar to her right, and as she lay her glazed eyes upon me there was a look of confusion before the recognition kicked in. Her mouth began to open in surprised welcome before I interrupted her with my plan, offering my hand in greeting. "Gabriel," I calmly stated. "...but most people call me Gabe."

Thankfully she understood the game I was playing immediately and seemed willing to go along for the time being.

"Lisandra," she couldn't stop the excited smile that came to her lips. "...but my friends call me Liz."

*

I'd hoped the charade we began playing would've lasted longer!

"Are you sure you can afford them, Honey?" Mom, however, slipped back into her well-worn character of overly concerned mother after I'd ordered cocktails for us and assisted her across the floor of the bar to my priorly acquainted booth.

"I've got a job!" I defended myself, despite her words, feeling pride that those in the bar would mistake us as a couple, to me, she was the best-looking woman in the place.

"Part-time!" She laughed as she slid onto the bench seat, her glass coming down hard on the table and spilling some of its contents over her hand. "Oops," she looked up at me guiltily before lifting her wrist up to her mouth and licking the back of her hand. "I shouldn't waste any," she explained as her tongue (suggestively to my eyes) trailed across her knuckles, "I love these."

Sitting, I took a sip from my own Long Island Iced Tea and looking at her across the table, a strap of her dress fallen from her shoulder, the music now blaring inside the bar, couldn't help but reflect how surreal the evening had become. Mom looked up post-navigating the straw between her lips and sucking and must have felt along the same lines.

"This is so strange," she rose slightly in her seat and shouted across the table to compensate for the music, though probably louder than necessary.

"What?" I smiled.

"Us. Here," she divulged. "Together. You're not even twenty-one!" she added before lifting a hand to her mouth, her eyes wide as if shocked at something.

"In a couple of weeks," I was again defending myself before acknowledging her demeanor. "What is it?" I questioned.

"I just had De Ja Vu!" She fell back in her seat. "Well, sort of."

"Yeah?" It was now I that leaned up over the table. The strap of the dress remained down her arm and consequently, a large amount of flesh displayed on her chest, her breast exposed to almost reveal a nipple, and selfishly, I did nothing to make her aware. "In what way?" I asked and she grimaced.

"Your father," she admitted, and I rolled my eyes, slumping back in my seat. "No. It wasn't all bad," Mom was quick to inform me. "It's just, this reminds me of one of our first dates," she was again shouting before I watched her already flushed face noticeably blush further.

"What?" I was immediately once more interested.

"Oh nothing," she demurely smirked, taking another sip from her straw. "Just... something," she confusingly added. "I definitely can't tell you, of all people!" She laughed.

"Yes, you can," I quickly replied, and her grin widened.

"No. You really wouldn't want to hear," she shook her head, and I frowned back at her suspiciously.

"I'll get it out of you," I laughed. "Another one of these and you'll tell me anything," I sipped generously from my glass.

"Another one of these and I'll do anything," she laughed before catching herself as she recognized what she'd said, her eyes averting mine as she again sipped from the straw.

I banked the information yet seeing her discomfort, changed the subject.

"So where is 'He'?" I pointedly questioned and it was now Mom that rolled her eyes.

"Had an 'emergency'," she shook her head. "We weren't even here ten minutes before he got a phone call. 'Had to go!' He said," Mom divulged. "Last time I'll go on a blind date!"

"What?" I leaped at her confession. "I thought you said it was someone from work!" I reminded her and watched as she again blushed.

"I was embarrassed to tell you," she began. "Blame your aunt Krista. She organized it."

"What!?" All the information became confusing, and Mom again rolled her eyes before drinking more of her cocktail.

"Said I should get out more," she explained. "He... Thomas. Is someone from her work. Said I'd like him. I should've realized my sister has terrible taste."

To this, I smiled.

"I'm sorry to hear that," I offered, and Mom saw right through my charade.

"You don't seem it," she laughed. "Oh, don't worry about it. It's my fault for breaking our end-of-week meal together. It's funny. We sort of have our own date night every Friday, don't we Baby?" She recognized. "It now feels more of a date than ever," she added, looking around the bar.

Things were back on track!

"So, if we were really on a date; say, I was your blind date; what would we be talking about?" I posed and Mom snorted.

"Well just don't ask me my favorite color!" She giggled, sucking on her straw.

"He didn't!?" I questioned.

"Yep. Then just started talking about himself."

"Guy sounds like a loser," I stated. "You know I was surprised no one else tried to pick you up," I added, immediately regretting that it might have given away how long I'd been watching her.

"I guess I'm too old for this crowd," her eyes scanned the bar once more before again alighting on mine.

"Pfft," I scoffed. "You're the best-looking woman here," I proudly proclaimed, the alcohol possibly encouraging my boldness, and this seemed to delight her.

"You know," she instinctively reached out a hand to lay upon the back of mine, her fingers cold and wet from caressing the glass. "When we walked across the bar together," she smiled. "I was hoping everyone thought we were a couple."

My dick actually swelled under the table at her confession. We had shared the exact same sentiment. At the exact same time. The more I looked at her, the more we spoke, the greater my feeling something was happening between us. Something taboo yet oh so beautiful. Was it possible? Was I delusional?

"Well, I already know your favorite color," I got back on track, my heart thumping noticeably. "So why don't you tell me something else about yourself Liz," I smiled.

"What would you like to know Gabe?" Mom laughed, playing her role.

"I don't know," my brain suddenly not working to the best of its ability, possibly the alcohol, most likely nerves. "What about your bucket list?" And to this, Mom frowned. "You know, a fantasy. What's something you've always dreamed of doing?"

Little did I know then, but it was the best question I could ever have asked.

"A fantasy!?" She eyed me skeptically.

"I mean not like a..."

"I've never been skinny dipping!" Mom spontaneously replied, cutting me off before once again throwing a hand over her mouth in mock regret at her words.

"Whoa!" I laughed, seeing her chest redden at her confession. "I didn't expect that."

"I know right!?" She smiled mischievously. "Should I have admitted that?" She slurred, laughing.

"No, it's all good," I smiled. "It's funny," I added and listened fascinated as she told me of her days in college. She and a group of friends drunkenly sneaking into the gymnasium pool to do just that. Mom chickening out at the last minute, regretting it ever since. As she spoke, it was obvious her words were affected by alcohol, slurring, shouting more than not, and I wondered how much she'd had before I arrived? "Wow," I smiled. "I can't even imagine you..."

"What? Naked?" She laughed, again interrupting me, and it was obvious the admittedly strong cocktail had hastened her inebriation, clearly loosened her inhibitions.

"I was going to say, 'in college'," I blushed, the naked part something I was becoming an old hand at imagining. "But either, I guess!" I cautiously offered and Mom opened her mouth in mock surprise.

"Well, you SHOULDN'T be imagining your mother naked; naughty boy," she reached her hand out to slap mine and knocked over her now empty (save for some ice) glass in the process, the noise gaining the attention of others around us, someone yelling 'taxi!'. "Whoops!" She exclaimed and I assisted her in placing the cubes back in her glass.

"Maybe we should get going?" I tendered, reflecting on her state.

"Nonsense!" Mom was quick to disagree. "I'm fine! Actually..." Again, a mischievous smirk came to her face. "Why don't you get us s'more drinks while I go pee...an' I'll tell you what I did on that date with your father!"

I hadn't forgotten our earlier curious conversation, and despite how drunk she had now obviously become, neither had she it seemed. It felt wrong to be giving her more alcohol in the state she was in, but the devil on my shoulder was in charge at that moment, even guiding my eyes down between her parted legs as I assisted her out of the booth, the lace tops of her stay up stockings coming into view, the bare flesh of her upper thighs above. Frustratingly, shadow prevented her panties from making their appearance.

"Me' chew back 'ere," her glazed eyes met mine as she clumsily made her way to her feet, before squinting as she raised a finger and pointed it at me. "And don't be late!"

I wouldn't be. I didn't even want us to part, keeping my eyes on her body and her unsteady gait as we both made our respective paths across the crowded floor until she disappeared amid the throng. Fortunately, I'd only been waiting a moment at the bar when I felt hands upon my shoulders from behind, and just as the bar staff questioned my order, I turned to find Mom already back from the bathroom.

"Yor right," she slurred. "Les go," she added as she ran her hands down each side of my open jacket front.

"Serious?" I questioned, admittedly disappointed it might mean she wouldn't divulge the story.

"Yep," she smiled and again I saw mischief in her eyes, her face strangely blushing and I waved my apology to the barman as I felt her hand find mine, leading me away from the bar.

The security guy that I'd met on the way in gave me a complimentary thumbs up on the way out. Clearly under the impression I'd picked up the woman that dragged me from the bar, no doubt impressed by the speed of my work.

"I'll flag a cab," I proffered when we reached the curb, but Mom was quick to dismiss the notion.

"We can walk," she determined as she finally turned, and her eyes once more found mine.

"You sure?" I looked down at her stilettos. "It's a fair way!"

"I can do it," she again tugged at my hand, her arm exaggeratingly swinging as she turned us away from the bar. "'s'aint my first rodeo, cowboy!" She laughed slurring her words as we headed away from the lights of the main strip. Her hand, so small in mine. Her skin, so soft. I wondered when last we'd held hands and struggled to come up with the answer, preferring instead to enjoy the moment for as long as it lasted, to whatever end it led.

"You know you promised to tell me..." I stated when we'd slowly navigated no more than half a block, Mom happily stopping and turning towards me. "... about you and Dad," I reminded her though with the same mischievous look remaining on her face, I understood whatever it was had probably been on her mind as well.

"I've already done it," she grinned.

"What?"

"I did it at the bar, Daddy!" She drunkenly confused my title, laughing as she corrected herself. "I mean your daddy. What I did with your daddy. You're my son," she once more pointed at me as she babbled, swaying on her feet, and I began to regret ordering cocktails, seeing how drunk she'd become.

"You did what?" I couldn't help smiling at her behavior and to my surprise, she suddenly moved forward in what I assumed was going to be an embrace, my hands quick to take hold of her sides, feeling her warm flesh under the silky satin.

"Baby, Daddy... your daddy, told me to take off my panties," she whispered in my ear, the feeling, her breath, giving me goosebumps as her hands caressed my shoulders.

"What?" I whispered back, unsure I'd heard her correctly.

"You didn't even notice," she laughed before unfortunately backing out of our intimate embrace and abruptly ceasing her mirth. "Oh," she paused, "...I've really gotta pee!" she admitted, backing up unsteadily until her shoulders forcibly hit the glass window of a closed florist behind her.

"You just went!" I chuckled, still contemplating her panties as the world changed forever.

With the strap of her clutch purse over her shoulder, Mom had both hands free to take hold of the front of her dress. A streetlamp not twenty feet from us, what eventuated was in full view of me and anyone that could've happened to pass by, not that I'd have noticed their presence; my attention was devoted to my mother.

With her high-heeled feet spread shoulder width apart, Mom wasted no time in raising the front of her black slip, her stocking tops once more coming to light, again the flesh of her upper thighs, and then... My god, did this even happen? I question as I write this. That triangle of pubic hair I'd spied only two days earlier; then under the shroud of dark nylon; now, naked. Raw. Perfect. And then the stream. With her pelvis thrust forward as if to further emphasize her pubic mound, a fountain of liquid burst forth from her body to flood the pavement.

"Ohhh God!" Mom sighed in obvious relief as her head was thrown back and her mouth fell open, my own jaw dropping as I stared at the perfect arch of piss gushing from her pussy, my mind reeling.

"I... I thought you went at the bar," I managed to casually respond to the magic on display as if my mother pissing in the street in front of me were a daily event.

"I didn't have time," Mom's head slumped forward, her eyes lazily finding me watching.

"Oh! Wait... Mom..." The outrageousness of the moment clouded my thought process, the fact she wasn't wearing underwear only then coming to mind. "...where are your panties?"

"You still don't get it, Baby?" Mom laughed, the steady deluge of pee lessening as the stream flowed over the curb. "Have you checked your pockets?" She shrugged her shoulders off the window, standing uneasily above her still dripping and exposed sex.

With eyes not leaving the sight of my mother with parted legs and dress raised around her waist, I instinctively lifted both hands to my jacket pockets and delved inside. The left struck gold immediately as my fingertips encountered soft satin, the realization of the discovery obviously reflected in my face as Mom again giggled mischievously, allowing her dress to once more cover her pelvis as she staggered forward.

"You said you wanted to know, Baby!" She giggled and began to stumble, my hands leaving my pockets to catch her as she went over on a heel, once more delighting in the feel of her soft flesh as I brought her body up against mine, breasts against my chest, the warmth, and scent of alcohol on her breath. "It was easier -hic- to show you," she slumped her head upon my shoulder, and I sensed she would've been happy to fall asleep in my arms, standing in the street, if I'd allowed it.

"Right," I hefted her body to hold her with one arm. "Let's get you home," I asserted as I waved at an available taxi approaching along the street.

*

"No charge," the driver waved his hand in dismissal when we arrived home mere minutes later in what was surely his shortest fare of the evening. I'd noticed him adjust his rearview mirror when Mom had collapsed into the back seat and though I'd been quick to correct her wardrobe malfunction, pulling her dress down onto her thighs when she indiscreetly allowed it to ride up onto her pelvis, again revealing everything, I was sure he'd got a good look.

"Serious?" I questioned the cabbie, as Mom, on all fours, climbed across my lap in her endeavor to get out.

Leaning around, the driver again laid his eyes on Mom, and with her ass in the air pointed towards him, I could only imagine the view he received.

"That's payment enough, Buddy," he winked toward me as Mom managed to extract herself from the cab, and thanking him, I followed her out.

It was only when we'd navigated the garden path; the front door; the hallway, and into her bedroom, did I get something like the view of the cab driver. When we reached her bed, Mom slumped forward, falling face-first into her pile of pillows. As in the taxi, she showed no concern for her dignity, the black satin slip riding up over her stockings and bare buttocks to her lower back and under the bright light above, I was witness to wonder.

My eyes on the prize, I zeroed in on her asshole, which with legs spread wide was plainly visible between her parted buttocks. A perfect puckered ring sitting within her buttcrack, instinctively I moved a hand to the front of my jeans to encourage the hard-on that had been developing since entering the comfort of our house, treating myself to a moment of pleasure before I assisted her further.

"I'll take your shoes off Mom." Though pretty sure she'd passed out I explained my action as I moved closer to take possession of her ankle. My gaze remained between her legs, dining on her exposed sex below her anus. Her labia, (my mother's labia!) nestled in a bed of clearly damp pubic hair. My cock strained against my pants as I removed her high heels, my fingers relishing the feeling of her ankles and feet in the silky nylon. I contemplated removing them as well, imagining my hands upon her upper thighs, so close to her sex before dragging her stockings down her legs; ultimately deciding it was unnecessary as I rose to my feet.

Again, I was selfish. My job was essentially done. Covering her with the throw rug upon her bed was all that was left to do but I found myself stalling, caressing my cock. Clearly asleep, it was a perfect crime, I thought. Would it be so bad if I was to pull it out? Jerk off over her near-naked body? Even lean in further, inhale the scent of her pussy as I masturbated? Only a mere step up from using her panties.

"Gabe, Baby?" Mom stirred and I was thankful I'd abstained as she turned her head on the pillows.

"Yeah, I'm here," I whispered, lifting the throw over her legs, removing the temptation from sight.

"I drank too much Baby," she mumbled before burying her face once more.

"I know," I agreed. "I'll just go get you a glass of water. Then you can sleep it off," I added though I could already hear the steady breathing of sleep coming from the pillows.

In the kitchen, I reflected upon my erection. Had I ever been so hard? Granite, I moved it to a more comfortable position before filling a glass and returning to her room.

Things had changed. She'd rolled onto her back in my absence and the rug had slid down her legs, once more revealing her crotch. Her legs spread, almost as if in missionary position, her pussy on open display, her labia clearly wet and even the asshole below now glistening as if she'd smeared it herself with her juices. It wasn't all. Her dress had twisted with her movement and now her entire left breast protruded from its satin bonds, her nipple pink and erect, awaiting a son's suckling.

For a minute I stood there. Contemplating. Admiring. My cock begged to be let loose until, uncontrollably twitching against the fly of my tight jeans, I felt I was on the verge of orgasm, quickly placing the glass down on her bedside table and lighting her small lamp. Showing amazing restraint, I once more pulled her throw up over her, and turned from the bed, flicking off the overhead light to leave the room in semi-darkness.