"Mum I need a favour."
"What's that Em?"
"I need you to come on a date with Darren and me on Saturday night."
"What!"
"Darren's brother is visiting town this weekend and we want to take him out Saturday night."
"Surely you have a girlfriend that could go, I'm too old to double date with my daughter."
"Your not too old, anyway everyone says you look like my sister not my mother."
"No I can't do it Emma, I'm 18 years older than you and have nothing in common with people your age."
"He's not my age, he's 27 so your only 10 years older than him."
"Still it's a big age difference, I don't know if I can, have you talked with Darren about this?"
"It was his idea Mum."
I'm a little surprised, Darren's a nice enough young man about three years older than Emma at 22. He's good looking enough but a bit smarmy for my likings with his constant flirtatious compliments about my youthful appearance but still, to want me to double date with his brother seems a bit much.
"Please Mum just think about it.'
"Alright I'll think about it but I don't expect my answer will change."
That was on Wednesday, since then I've endured non stop pestering until eventually against my better judgement I agree to go on the date.
Standing in my underwear I rummage through my wardrobe trying to decide what to wear, three outfits lie rejected on my bed already.
Turning I look at myself in the full length mirror, '37 not bad' I think, as I slowly spin around studying my body. I'm just over six foot tall with shoulder length wavy blonde hair, my breasts still firm and in my half cup bra the cleavage looks magnificent. My stomach is flat, my ass a small round juicy peach, my pussy freshly shaven is barely hidden by my skimpy panties and I have two long slender legs.
I chuckle to myself, who am I kidding I'm 37, it's not like anything going to happen, I'm only making up a number, I'm sure someone younger and prettier will turn up and I won't be needed.
Turning back to my wardrobe after trying on another couple of outfits I finally select a red sleeveless dress with a plunging neckline and a split up one side from knee to hip.
"Wow Mum you look incredible."
"Thanks Em, you look gorgeous also."
"Thanks Mum."
Emma's wearing a black strapless dress which reaches down to the top her thighs, like me she's just over 6 foot tall, she also has blonde hair, longer than mine and tied in a ponytail. Her breasts are also bigger than mine, full and round, I can clearly see her nipples under the dress so I'm guessing she's braless. The dress is tight fitting showing off her narrow hips and her little bubble butt, black stockings cover her legs disappearing underneath a pair of black knee high boots.
We booked an uber earlier in the day to take us to the restaurant arriving there just after 7pm.
We walk into the restaurant, I look around the room spotting Darren getting up from a table coming towards us.
"You two look beautiful," Darren says as he reaches us, he gives me a kiss on the cheek and Emma a kiss on the lips.
Taking Emma's hand Darren leads us over to the table, pulling out our chairs for us to sit down before sitting himself.
"Where's Tim Darren?" Emma asks.
"I'm sorry he had to leave urgently this afternoon, some crisis at work."
"You should have called Darren I would have stayed home letting you and Emma have the night to yourselves," I said.
"I'm glad I didn't Sandy, you look far too beautiful to be locked away at home alone."
"Thank you Darren but I still feel like a third wheel, maybe I should just go."
"Nonsense Sandy I'm looking forward to showing off the two sexiest women in town tonight."
"Yeah Mum you deserve a night out I'm sure you're going to have fun."
"Well as long as your sure I'm not spoiling your night."
"Sandy," Darren says as he reaches out taking my hand in his, "You're making my night."
"The only way you could spoil the night Mum is by going home," Emma say kissing my cheek.
"Alright you two win again, I'll stay."
Darren squeezes my hand giving me a smile.
We're sitting at a little round table, Emma is on my left and Darren on my right, the food is lovely and the wine is going down well. The company is also fabulous, Darren and Emma making me feel welcome and not the interloper I initially felt I might be.
Actually I'm particularly enjoying Darren's attention, maybe the wine is helping but tonight I'm enjoying his compliments, the little touches on my hand and arm. He seems to be paying me more attention than Emma, even flirting with me some not that Emma is complaining, if anything she's encouraging him.
As we finish dessert Darren cups my hand in both of his lifting it to his mouth and kissing the back of my hand. Staring into my eyes he says, "You know what beautiful I want to show you off tonight let's go to the club."