FRIDAY NIGHT - DATE NIGHT WITH MY SON
It was so sweet that Hudson wanted to take me out on a formal date night. The last day or so with him had been so exciting, exhilarating and passionate. And so wrong. But, oh so right.
I tried suggesting some places for dinner, but he wanted to take charge and make the reservations himself. And he said that he would take care of the transportation as well. Gotta like a man that takes charge. Unlike his father, who had settled into mid-life pretty easily and well, taken me for granted a bit over the years. Although I shouldn't complain. Phil was attentive. To a point. And still in good shape and was a good lover. But you know how couples get as time goes on. Sometimes, the "spark" just takes the last train to the coast, and it might be years before either one of you notices. I guess that is why I like my toys so much. Perhaps I have used them as a substitute for Phil. Or maybe not. But either way, right now, and for the last several weeks, my curvy body has been on fire from either my new meds or whatever is in those vitamins that I picked up. I don't really care where it comes from. As long as I don't lose it. So I am not going to change a thing.
All day long, my body buzzed. I wore a tight pair of jean shorts and a white ribbed tank top, you know, the proverbial "wife beater." I had seen a picture recently that Selena Gomez posted in one, with her curves, so I went out and bought a few. I didn't wear a bra. I knew it was driving Hudson crazy to see me bounce around the house in that barely there top. It was so thin and stretched out that my red-ish nipples stood out.
Hudson tried to initiate sex several times that day. But I wanted to hold out for later. Today, I wanted to be the tease. He practically begged. But I didn't give in. I would give in later.
I had to decide what to wear. Hudson told me that he was going to take me some place nice so that I should dress up. And something a fair distance from our suburban neighborhood. You know, away from prying eyes and all.
I spent most of the afternoon puttering around the house while Hudson was in and out, presumably working on plans for the night. As it got closer to our reservation time, I went through the walk in closet to see what outfit would work best. Since we were not eating anywhere near home, and since this was supposed to be a special date, I wanted to pick out something daring. Perhaps something I bought a while back but never had the guts to actually wear.
I found the perfect thing. Several months ago, or was it last year, Skims released a new line of body hugging dresses. All affordable. But they left nothing to the imagination. I really liked the ones that were held up by two fairly small straps, exposing the shoulders and arms.
I bought one in black, one in white and one in green. You know us red-heads, green dresses go perfect with ginger hair. I remember trying them on when they arrived. And wow, it was almost like standing there in front of the mirror nude. The dresses are made small, on purpose. They are supposed to stretch over your curves. And I have a lot of curves.
I tried on the white one first. Damn, huge natural tits and plump ass stretched the white material so much that it was basically see through. I could clearly see my red-ish nipples and my ginger bush. And the straps, oh, they had to work overtime to hold everything in. Nope, could never wear that out in public. And I couldn't even add underwear and a bra. Yikes.
The green and black ones, however, were a little more conservative. Well, not really. But at least they were not see through. Well, maybe in the right light. But for a dark restaurant at night, the black one would do perfect.
I decided against a bra and underwear. The material stretched so much that panty lines and a bra would just look stupid. My nipples stuck out a bit, but what the hell. And because I have a little bit of a bush, you could see the hair pushing out against the taut material. I prayed for the stitching in the straps to hold up for the night.
I found the perfect pair of black high heels to go with the dress. I spent extra time on my makeup, specifically my eye makeup. I wanted that sultry porn-star look so I added some fake eyelashes, long, but not too long. I added some more curl to my red hair. I applied some dark red Mac Retro Ruby Woo lipstick. That stuff looks great, even on gingers. It stays put. And heck, if Taylor Swift wears it, it's good enough for me! It was hard not to stare at my own lips and imagine the deep red color of my lipstick circling my son's thick cock.
I looked in the mirror, checking myself out. For the second time in the last few days, I admitted that I would do me.
I walked down the stairs to the first floor to find Hudson sitting on the couch waiting for me. Hudson was wearing some nice slacks, a dress shirt and sports coat. And he actually put on a tie! Oh, how many years did I beg him to wear a tie to events?
"Damn, mom! You look like a million bucks! And I love the dark red lipstick!"
"Thanks honey, do you think it is too much?"
"Well, I'll be lucky if a dozen guys and girls don't hit on you and try to take you home tonight, but I'm willing to give it a shot. You know who you look like, mom? That actress on Mad Men. You know, that show that you and dad used to watch? The one with the red hair and curves?"
"Oh, that is very sweet!" Quite the compliment as I have to admit that I would often tell Phil that I needed to take a shower after watching Mad Men and use the private time to get myself off thinking of her. That was before the new shower wand. Damn, that would have been nice to have that back then. "So, where are you taking me, you smooth talker!"
"Our ride should be here shortly, mom. Then we are headed off to a place downtown. Great steaks, delicious cocktails, and live jazz. And the chances of running into a neighbor are slim to none."
"Yeah, it's not like these silly suburban soccer mom and dad types ever drive north of 435, or even sniff downtown. Maybe they will change their mind when the new baseball stadium gets built. But who knows, some people just want to take the ultra-comfortable road and stay near home."
"Yeah that's pretty lame, mom. I'm glad that you and dad didn't raise us like that. There are so many great places to explore here in KC."
"Wait, what do you mean... ride?"
"I got us a black car, mom. That way we can just relax on the way there and back and just enjoy the evening."
"Wow, how did you pull that off? Isn't that expensive?"
"You know, from high school, I have friends, their parents own a black car service. I am getting a good deal. It should be a lot of fun."
All three of the kids went to Barstow, a small private school. And most of their friends had rich parents.
"Maybe I'll just pour myself a little something to get the evening started. Do you want anything? I'm going to have a white Zin."
"I'll take a Space Camper IPA, if there are any left."
"Coming right up!"
I swayed my ass a little more than normal as I headed to the kitchen to grab our drinks. Still teasing my son like I had done all day. Making him fidget, nervously. We were looking forward to the nice date night out but, of course, I could not help but think of what would happen once we got home.
About ten minutes later, the black car service arrived. I had a little bit of my Zin left, so I just downed it. Hey, no judgment please, I'm not driving. And I already fucked my son (several times). What's the worst that could happen?
I grabbed a small black clutch that went with the dress and heels. Phone? Check. I.D? Check. Credit card? Check. Lube? Check. Well, you never know when you are going to need lube.
We walked out to the car, and the driver was coming around to the side to open the door for us. Hudson rushed over to get there first.
"I've got the door mom!"
What a gentleman. The driver was young, about Hudson's age. And also in fantastic shape. He appeared to be checking me out so I put on a little show as I entered the vehicle, swinging my hips and bending over to expose my ample boobs. The skirt part of the Skims dress rode up a bit showing off my thick thighs. I didn't do anything to fix it. The driver just stood there, his mouth wide open in awe.
"I have it from here, Luke. Mom, are you excited about dinner?"
Hudson got in and the driver shut the door. We buckled up and were on our way. We had great conversation on the way downtown, my body tingling the entire way. Hudson tried to get a little "handsy" in the backseat. I continued to tease and swiped his hands away. If you think this is one of those silly stories where we have sex in the backseat while the driver takes us to dinner, you are wrong.
We arrived at the restaurant about 30 minutes later. Hudson was taking me to "The Majestic" steakhouse. What a perfect place. It was dark and romantic, the food was excellent, and they always had live jazz. The hostess sat us at a dark table in the corner. Hudson and I sat on the same side of the table, away from peering eyes. He immediately put his hand on my thigh, moving the dress up a bit so that his hand touched my bare skin. This time I didn't push him away. The teasing was over. That touch, the warmth of my son's skin on mine. My body shook. Hudson leaned over and whispered softly in my ear, his warm breath making every hair on my neck stand up straight.
