Friday night, I took my mother out for dinner.
"What's the occasion?" she asked after the hostess took us to our table, and I ordered her favorite wine.
"This week was the first time I saw you fully accepting me as an adult. I wanted to show you my appreciation, and treat you to an adult date."
Her face lit up in a big smile. "Why, thank you, Gunnar, but that's not necessary."
I loved her smile--it held more promise than I had hoped for.
Despite all the adult language the women, including my mom, had thrown around at the book-club-in-the-tub last week, and the delightful time with Betty, I couldn't help still feeling nervous about moving toward the big prize, my sexy mother. "Necessary has nothing to do with it, Mom. For too long I've been on the receiving end of being raised by probably the best mother on the planet, and I just took it for granted. I want to show you I appreciate you and the good job you've done with me. I'm privileged to have such a classy, smart and beautiful woman as my mother. You've set a high standard for me to live up to."
Our drinks arrived. I clinked my ginger ale with her wine glass.
"Awww," she said, blinking away a stray tear.
As she set her glass down, a smile appeared on her face. "From the sound of it, you are maturing into adulthood rather fast."
I raised an eyebrow. "Oh? What makes you say that?"
"Well, Betty told me the way you did her in the shower was one of her best ever."
Oh wow--Betty and my mom had been talking about that. "Oh, that's nice to know. She wasn't half bad herself, though, so that helps."
"And Sandra told me what happened when she came to pick up her car." Mom used air quotes over the word 'came,' and giggled.
"Well, Mother, what can I say? You raised me to be polite and welcome our friends with class." Her positive reaction to my sexual interactions with her friends was good sign. Dare I be hopeful?
"But now you've created a problem," she said.
Oh shit. "Yeah?"
"Yeah, Miranda is feeling left out. What have I started? I feel like a madam, fielding complaints from my unhappy customers."
"Well, allow me to be the first to let you know you are by far the classiest and sexiest madam of them all. Just tell me what I can do to provide the most satisfaction to your esteemed clientele."
She smirked, but said nothing.
What now? I had to think fast. How could I best take advantage of this conversation? "I also think, in the interest of quality control, you, as my handler, probably need to obtain first-hand knowledge of what your customers will be receiving."
She choked on the last drop she was swallowing. "What? Handler? Quality control?"
"You heard me." I took a deep breath and went for it. "You are hands down the sexiest of all your club members, and it should be no surprise to you that I want you." After her mouth dropped open, I continued. "There. I said it. Now you know."
Her mouth stayed open for a few seconds before she recovered. "What? But, but... I'm your mother!"
"I know, which is the only reason I've not made a pass at you. But you have to know, since we're putting our cards on the table, I think you are the sexiest woman in the county, and I so want to make love to you and show you how awesome you really are."
"Gunnar!"
I held my breath, then tried to paper things over. "I know, I know, you're my mother, and it's not gonna happen, so I won't embarrass you. Don't worry. But I want you to know how I really feel. Your friends are sexy and all, but nothing compared to you. Dad is a total idiot, leaving you for that airhead. You are far more beautiful, and have far more substance, more inner beauty than any girl my age. Don't you ever for one moment thinks there's anything wrong with you. So there."
Tears rolled down her cheeks. After using her napkin to dab them, she reached for my hand. "Thank you, my fabulous young man. I did not see that coming. You have no idea what that does for your old mother's ego."
"Too bad it's only her ego," I said and placed my hand on her thigh under the table, at the edge of her short skirt. A key moment--how would she react?
She drew in her breath, and her nipples immediately popped out, visible through her bra under her translucent white blouse, but she did nothing to remove my hand.
After letting out my held breath, I lifted my drink. "To the most incredible woman around."
Her eyes lit up and she lifted her half-empty wine glass. "Thank you. And to the most incredible son any mother can be proud of."
We clinked and took a sip with our eyes fixed on each other. I gently squeezed her thigh, but didn't move my hand. She didn't, either.
When she finished the wine bottle, I ordered another one, before she could feel compelled to end the evening early.
"Are you trying to get me drunk?" she giggled, not refusing the bottle.
"Would it help me any?" I asked with a raised eyebrow, before sliding my hand up an inch or so.
"You know I can't hold my liquor," she replied with a cute half-giggle. "You'll have to carry me inside when we get home."
"No, I didn't know, but I think you exaggerate. At the book club meeting you didn't need carrying anywhere. Besides, I can think of many worse things than carrying the sexiest woman in town."
She took the first sip from the new bottle of red. "You were too busy bonking Betty in the shower to know. For all you know I could have passed out in the living room." The glint in her eye matched the naughty smile on her lips.
"The difference is she let me know she wanted me. Remember in the discussion, we talked about signals and respect. You raised me to be polite and only go where I'm welcome." At that moment my hand encountered resistance where her upper legs met, effectively putting a stop to my advances. I didn't press or say anything, but kept looking her in the eye.
"Is that so?" she said with a sly expression. Then she opened her legs while still looking me in the eye. Granted, we weren't on the sofa, like in the book, but the message was loud and clear.
I died and felt like I was entering heaven. I couldn't breathe and my heart sped up to ten thousand beats a second. My member, semi-hard before, turned to solid steel.
I refilled her glass, and leaned over--the big moment.
She saw the movement and leaned toward me. Our lips met halfway. As soft as a fluffy pillow, she rubbed her lips against mine. I opened my mouth and her tongue softly swept over my lower lip. I drew a deep breath and let my tongue gently duel with hers. Our waitress, on her way over, saw us, stopped and turned around to give us a few more moments of intimacy. I pulled back a small ways. "I love you so much, my gorgeous mother."
