Sometimes in erotic fiction, the true meaning of a story can get lost. When reading this series, I hope you come away knowing that the most important thing to Andrew and Nikki is love. I've always thought of the mother being more dominant in a relationship like this. It just seems natural to me. Nikki's dominant side comes through more in this chapter than the previous ones. That doesn't change the fact that she is 100% in love with Andrew. Their love and lust for each other is mutual. This is the sexiest and with this chapter, the kinkiest, love story I've ever written. I hope you truly enjoy it.
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I was so nervous. I had been planning it for a while, but now the butterflies were swarming in my stomach. Most people would say I was silly for what I was about to do, but I knew it would mean so much to my mother and I wanted her to know how I was feeling. As silly as it might have been, this was the morning I was going to surprise her. I didn't want to do this over dinner or at a restaurant; plus I was hoping it would make her entire day special if I gave it to her before she went to work. I got up early and made breakfast. Mom came downstairs wearing a robe; her hair was up and it was clear she had not been awake very long.
"Andrew, you made me breakfast," she said, looking at the table. "You are too good to me." She smiled and kissed me on the cheek. I handed her a cup of coffee. "Are you working today?" she asked.
"Yeah," I said, swallowing a piece of toast, "from two to six."
"Maybe we can do something tonight."
"I'd like that," I said. She took a sip of coffee.
"I get off work at five..." she trailed off. I could tell she was in deep thought. "Well, we'll see what happens,"
We finished breakfast and she went back upstairs to get ready for work. I jumped in the downstairs shower, and then got dressed. I wore a t-shirt and baggy shorts. I went into the living room and my palms started to sweat. I was second guessing myself on this little plan of mine. I thought back to when we were in the mall together and I called her Nikki. I remembered how she kind of freaked on me. Could what I'm doing today be even worse then the whole name thing? She was so worried about me only thinking of her as a girlfriend and not as my mother. I could be making a horrible mistake and jeopardizing our relationship. On the other hand, I want her to know how I feel and I don't want it to be just words. I sat down on the couch and put my face in my hands. My heart was telling me I had to go through with it.
"Okay sweetie; I'm going to get an early start," Mom said as she walked into the living room. She was dressed very business like. Her blonde hair was done up and she had on pearl earrings; her makeup was just right. She wore a white button up blouse with a blue blazer over it with matching pants and white shoes. She had her purse over her right shoulder.
"Hold on a sec," I said as I got up. "I need to talk to you."
"Is everything alright," she asked with a hint of worry in her voice.
"Yes, but I need to tell you something." She sat down on the couch with her purse next to her. I dropped to my knees, took both of her hands in mine and gazed up into her beautiful brown eyes. My nerves made my throat clinch up a little, so it was hard to speak at first. "I-I want you to know I love you." She smiled. "More than that," I continued, "I want you to know how much you really mean to me. You've always taken care of me; even when things weren't so good around here. I saw your heart break when Dad left; I wanted to be the one to heal your heart. I never wanted to see you in pain again. I didn't want you to be lonely anymore. Now until forever, I want to be the one you can lean on or talk to no matter what; I want to be the one who holds you at night. I didn't know how to tell you, so I wanted to give you a little something; it's not much..."
I reached into the pocket of my shorts and pulled out a small box. I opened it and held it up. "This is a promise ring. I promise myself to you; not like a boy would make a promise to his girlfriend, but I promise myself to you as your son. You are the best mother that anyone could ever ask for and I am so madly, deeply and hopelessly in love with you. There is no one else on this earth I want to be with more than you." Tears began to well up in her eyes and she covered her mouth with her hands. "I dedicate myself to you. I give myself fully, to you and you alone. I love you Momma." As I stood up, I placed the ring on her left hand; exactly where her wedding ring used to be. Tears were starting to stream down her face as she stood up and threw her arms around me tight.
"Oh sweeheart!" she exclaimed, "Momma's baby!" She was sobbing and holding on to me. "You are the sweetest... most wonderful... oh honey!" Her voice broke. I held her tight and I could feel a lump in my throat. She let go of the embraced and started rubbing my face and hair. "I love you Andrew," she said through tears, "I love you with my whole heart. You are my soulmate. You are my absolute everything; my precious angel. I pledge myself to you for the rest of my life." She grabbed me again and we kissed, long and deep. I could taste her lipstick and smell her perfume. She kept kissing me; cupping my face in her hands. "Momma's baby," she said as she continued giving me kisses. "You are so sweet. My Andrew; my love. Thank you-thank you-thank you! My sweet, sweet boy."
She finally reached into her purse and got a tissue. She dabbed at her eyes. "I'm going to have to redo my makeup," she said, sniffing, and then laughing. "I got lipstick all over you sweetheart."
"It's okay," I said smiling, "I like it when you get your lipstick on me." She laughed again.
"It's beautiful," she sniffed once more and smiled as she stared at the ring, "it's perfect; so gorgeous. Andrew, you are so wonderful."
"Everything I said is true," I smiled, "I was hoping you would like the ring."
"I love it!" she replied. "I'm still in shock. Oh my god! You simply amaze me, honey."
"You don't think it's childish or teenage-like for me to give you a ring?" I asked.
"Darling," she said as she pulled me close one more time, "it's perfect. You touched my heart. No one has ever made me this happy. I love you."
I came home after work and this time, it was me finding a note on the kitchen door. It read:
"I have a date planned for us tonight. Go upstairs and get dressed. I have your clothes laid out on your bed. Love, Mom"
I showered and put on everything she had picked out for me. It was a full suit and tie. I dressed and started to walk down the stairs. I saw her standing at the bottom of the steps waiting for me. She wore a white, satin, backless evening dress with spaghetti straps and a slit all the way up to her hip. Her long, thick blonde hair was down. She was wearing the same pearl earrings as earlier and sexy high heels. The familiar red gloss painted her perfect lips. I noticed she wore my ring on her left hand; exactly where I had placed it that morning. She was the embodiment of elegance and beauty.
"You take my breath away," I said, walking down the last few steps. "You look like an angel."
"Thank you baby," she replied, smiling as she straightened my tie. "You are so handsome."
We dined at the fanciest restaurant in town. It really wasn't my thing, but I could tell she loved it. We talked and ate food I couldn't pronounce. I would find myself just staring at her; as she would take a sip of wine or a bite of food from her fork. The restaurant was nice, but the company was much better. I wondered how many jealous men there were staring at us; wishing it was them instead of me with this beautiful woman. After dinner, we sat in my truck. I had the dome light on and she was reapplying lipstick while looking in the vanity mirror.
"I have an idea," I said. "We have another stop to make before we go home."
