In the evening, Mom and I planned to go to the city's newest club, "Area 51".
Mom: "What should I wear Firdaus, I don't even have any new clothes!"
Me: "Mom, you can wear that black evening gown and high heel sandals that you just bought last month."
I suggested, while listening to my loudly beating heart.
Mom had a sexy black evening gown, which had thin straps on the shoulders, fit tightly on her body and completely exposed one of her delicious thighs from the side.
Mom: "Hmm.."
Mom agreed after thinking for a while and started taking out her new clothes from her almirah and looking at them.
I also took out my only suit, and got ready for this beautiful date night.
Both sisters Ayesha and Sara were surprised as to what our plan was for tonight.
But neither my mother nor I paid any attention to them.
At around nine in the night, we were both ready.
As soon as Mom came out of her room in high heels and the black evening gown, my heart skipped a beat!
Mommy looked no less than a film star in high heels while strutting her dress.
Her black gown was clinging to her body, and her bare shoulders, bare legs, and tight buttocks visible in the gown were capturing my heart and mind with newfound lust.
Both my sisters Ayesha and Sara were stunned to see this sexy new form of their mother.
There was a mischievous smile on Sara's innocent face, and she was understanding the undercurrent of this evening.
Mom told Sara and Ayesha that both of us are going out for something important and will return in 2-3 hours.
Sara and Ayesha nodded with mischievous eyes, and Sara playfully told me:
Sara : "All the best brother!"
I knew that she was understanding everything, but this was the time to pay attention to Mom, and not to the girls.
Mom: "How do I look, Firdaus?"
Mom asked me while looking at me with her playful eyes.
I looked at Mom's body from top to bottom and my mouth started drying up.
My mind was exploding with lust. My dick was getting harder in my underwear.
I somehow composed myself and said:
Me: "Very beautiful Mom, you are looking exactly like Diya Mirza."
Mom and both the sisters burst out heartily laughing after hearing this.
I held Mom's soft palm and started guiding her towards the taxi parked outside.
Sara: "Take care of your mother, brother."
Sara called after, teasing me.
My mind was lost in the fragrance of Mom's perfume. Mom's soft palm was in my hands, and my heart was fluttering.
Mom gave me a free hand and placed my hand on her thin waist and we both started walking towards the taxi outside.
Mother's slim waist and shapely buttocks were swaying beautifully, and the ticking sound of her high heel sandals was melodious, and man, I was in heaven.
In the taxi ride, I slowly kept caressing Mom's thin waist, and Mom kept looking at me with intoxicating eyes, and kept giving me permission to do so.
I don't know when the beautiful journey to the club passed.
Within a short time we were at the nightclub, "Area 51".
This was a new and luxurious club, where the rich boys of the city brought their girlfriends.
There was little visibility inside the club, and a few couples were dancing slowly on the dance floor.
There was the lingering smell of whiskey and cigars in the air, and the atmosphere was very sexy and warm.
Mom and I sat at a corner table and ordered some vodka cocktails.
Mom was very happy to see this relaxed environment, and was laughing loudly at everything silly I said.
Because of the loud din of the music, Mom and I were sitting close to each other and whispering in each other's ears.
I praised Mom's sexy black dress many times, which Mom liked very much.
After taking a couple of vodka cocktails, Mom was enjoying it even more openly.
She placed one hand on my thigh and was caressing my thigh slowly and lovingly.
I also felt like caressing my mother's bare thigh, but I was afraid that the things might get screwed up, if I hurried.
I wanted to win over Mom slowly and steadily, and didn't want to take even a single wrong step.
After some snacks and drinks, we planned to dance.
Mom was now slightly intoxicated and was swaying while walking across the floor.