British English language and spelling. In some stories the processes or facts may be incorrect, it's only a story and in my world that's how it happened. A warning to those who steal stories to use on YouTube channels, I am watching and will hit you with a copyright claim. This story is a repost from when I was on here under a different username.
Be My Date
I was at University when I got the news my father had been killed in a freak accident, the first thing I did was rush home to be with my Mum. As you would expect Mum was devastated, it took a strong sedative from the doctor to calm her down. At the time I was twenty-one while Mum was forty-four, both of us way too young to have lost someone so close.
After the funeral Mum decided to sell the house, she said there were too many memories for her to stay there. My father was a great believer in insurance, thanks to his belief and a substantial pay-out from his employers, Mum was okay financially.
Mum ended up buying a smaller house several miles away. I helped her move and decorate the place, a large framed photo of my parents on their wedding day hung on the wall above the fireplace. When I graduated I lived at home for a while, mostly to keep an eye on Mum. I was offered a job that would be easier for me to travel if I lived closer, reluctantly I moved into a place of my own. Mum was okay with me moving out, she said she would be okay on her own. I still called in twice a week to see how she was.
Mum didn't need to work, despite this she took a job as an admin assistant for a financial services company. I knew Mum well enough to know that she wouldn't have wanted to sit around all day, work kept her occupied and gave her the chance to meet other people.
When I let myself in the house I called out to Mum.
"Hey David. I'm in the kitchen."
When I walked into the kitchen Mum looked at me and smiled, she noticed I had grown a beard.
"Nice beard. It suits you, makes you look rugged, manly and a bit older." Mum smiled then gave me her usual peck on the cheek.
"Thanks Mum. So I wasn't rugged and manly before?" I asked grinning at Mum.
"Of course you were David. The beard just makes the look."
We chatted about life in general as I watched Mum prepare dinner. I got the usual question about whether I was dating. I replied that I wasn't dating. Looking at my Mum you would never guess she was forty-seven years old. It must have been something in her family genes, my grandmother was sixty-nine and didn't look a day over fifty. I remembered calling in on my grandparents one day, they were having sex on the sofa. My gran said if you acted young, you stayed young. I just smiled and promised to call before I went round next time.
Mum was about 5' 6" and slim. She had a little bit of weight on her backside but nothing excessive. Her legs were tanned and shapely, if the tight top was anything to go by her breasts were nice and firm without having any sag in them. I watched Mum move about, I realised I was checking her out.
Mum announced dinner was readyI set the table as she served the food. When we had finished eating Mum asked me if I could do her a massive favour.
"There is a summer party for all the staff in two weeks. I was wondering if you would go along with me?"
"Sure I can do that," I replied with a smile. "But won't it seem weird being there with your son?"
Mum looked down at her empty plate, I knew there was something she hadn't told me, yet.
"The thing is David. Well, the thing is I was wondering if you would go as my date, rather than as my son. You see I told a little lie to get one of the men to stop pestering me. Now everyone will expect me to arrive with a date." Mum looked slightly embarrassed when she asked.
"No offence Mum, but surely you can find a date. You are certainly pretty enough to attract a man."
"Oh I can get a date. The problem is most of them only want me for one thing. Nearly all of the men who show an interest in me are married. I am not a homewrecker, so I tell them to get lost."
"Surely there are some single men where you work?"
"There are. I just don't fancy any of them. Probably explains why they are still single." Mum giggled.
"Okay Mum. Say I agree to go. What if someone expects us to kiss, or dance real close?"
"I'm sure you can manage that, David. I hope I am not so bad that you wouldn't kiss me or dance with me."
"That's not what I meant Mum. It will just seem weird kissing you. I mean kissing you as if I was your boyfriend instead of your son."
"Please David. Please say you will come with me." Mum's eyes begged me to say yes.
"Okay, okay, I'll go along with you." I sighed as I thought that maybe it wouldn't be that bad. Mum was right about my beard, it did make me look a little more mature. Who knows maybe we could get away with the charade? I spent a bit more time with Mum before setting off for home.
On my last weekly visit to Mum before the party weekend, it was all Mum talked about. She actually admitted she was looking forward to showing me off as her date. I started to wonder if I had done the right thing in saying I would help her out. We agreed a time for me to collect Mum. She reminded me to dress smart casual, no jeans or training shoes.
Thankfully the weather was good on the day of the party. I parked up outside Mum's house and stepped out into the blazing heat of the sun, the sky was blue with barely a cloud in sight. I called out as I entered the house.
"I'll be down in a minute." Mum called back. I sat on the sofa and waited. I was wearing a light blue shirt, open collar and no tie. My black trousers and black shoes completed the outfit, I hoped it was enough to keep Mum happy.
When Mum came downstairs I looked at her and gasped. She was wearing a short pale blue summer dress, she carried a white cardigan to match the white heeled shoes.
"How do I look?" Mum asked, turning so I could see all of her.
"Beautiful Mum. Absolutely beautiful." Dressed as she was with a little make-up and hair done right. All of a sudden I was looking forward to the party. I think my heart skipped a beat looking at Mum.
