The other night on the way home from work mom called and asked if I would like to come over for diner on Friday night after work. She said she was lonely and wanted some company. Ever since dad passed away three years ago, she basically kept to herself. My dad controlled the house finances and I feel controlled her. She was lonely and not to sure about anything and dating was her big draw back. For thirty five years dad kept her on a tight leash. She was an at home raising the kids and keeping the house up to his standards. The more I thought about it the more I realized she was his submissive slave.
I knew from the way she spoke to me I had to do something special for her and for me so I told her I would like to take her out for dinner instead. At first she was a little reluctant but when I got insistent, she thought that was a great idea.
I have a date with my son, she said all bubbly. I asked mom to get dressed up real nice and I would take her some place fancy for supper and maybe have a dance or two. Now she was really excited.
I told her I'd make all the arrangements and that I'd be by around five. Mom was all excited and told me she couldn't wait until Friday was here.
Friday afternoon, I picked up a couple bottles of wine from a friend of mine who makes his own special stock. At thirty five dollars a bottle it had better be special. He guaranteed me that who ever I served his wine too, I'd be the luckiest man on earth for the rest of the night. He told me he served a woman two glasses of his wine and anything he wanted she did for him. I was skeptical but figured I had nothing to loose.
I knew we had plenty of time because our reservation wasn't until seven, which gave us extra time to talk before we went out. When I arrived at mom's she made my jaw drop to the floor. She was dressed so sexy. For a sixty five year old woman she had the body of a forty year old. We hugged and gave each other our regular style kiss and I told her she looked fantastic. I could tell she had already started drinking cause I could smell it on her breath.
Mom is only five foot six and has child bearing hips but she is very attractive. She was wearing a very tight black dress that hugged every inch of her body. It had a plunging neck line that showed off a lot of cleavage. The hem line was half way up her thighs showing off her delicious black pantyhose legs. The toes and heels of her pantyhose were twice as black. When she turned and walked away from me I grabbed my stiffening cock and straightened it in my pants. She was giving me a real good hard-on seeing her dressed like this.
I took the wine into the kitchen and opened a bottle telling her it was a special night and she deserved to drink nothing but the best. We both sat on the sofa facing each other with me staring at her sexy black gams, and the glowing valley between her two huge tits. She made a great deal of small talk, mostly telling me how lonely she has been and that none of the other siblings call her that often. The entire time she spoke I listened to her but I could not stop staring at her. After the third glass of wine, I could tell mom was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol and was getting all giggly and her eyes had pools in them.
Grabbing a tissue I handed it to her and asked her to do me a favor. For the rest of the night I want you to concentrate on us. Tonight it is you and me. Nobody else matters. With a half broken smile and a tear running down her cheek she agreed. When she got up and turned on some soft music she came back stood in front of me, and asked if I liked her dress. She turned real slow giving me every opportunity to check her out from head to toe.
Facing me she asked if her dress was nice enough to go out for dinner. I told her I loved it and it was perfect. I told her she looked extremely sexy and I would be proud and honored to have her on my arm tonight but she had one flaw. What's the matter she said with big concern. I told her I loved her dress and I loved the way she looked in but I could see her panty lines in the back of her dress. Mom turns her ass to me and asks me were. Boldly I reached out and traced the line around each cheek of her ass. Here and here I told her. Mom gulped down her fourth glass of wine and said I will be rite back. As she walked away I asked her not to change the dress because I loved it. She just turned and smiled at me as I watched her ass wiggled rounding the corner as she went to her room for a few minutes.
When she came out, mom walked over and stood directly in front of me again, turned around sticking her ass within inches of my face and asked if I could see any more lines in her dress. With both hands I reached out grabbing both cheeks of her ass and gave them both a gentle squeeze. When I looked down at her legs she was now wearing taupe pantyhose. As I touched her ass, caressing it softly I told her no, I think there gone. When my thumb ran down the crack of her ass I gave each cheek a gentle squeeze rite at her butt hole.
Letting out a soft moan, mom bent over a bit further while I continued to fondled her ass. Grabbing the bottle of wine, she filled her glass again as I continued to fondle her. When her glass was full, she stood up took a big sip, turned around and asked if I would dance with her. Joining her out in the middle of the living room and she pulled me tight into her, she laid her head on my chest. Suddenly it dawned on me she was humping my leg. I mean she had her right hand behind me on my ass and pulling me tight into her crotch. The next thing I know she grabs me by the neck looks into my eyes and says I love you so much and kisses me. As we looked at each other she pulls my head down to her and kisses me again but now it was different. This time she is making out with me.
