The soft light caused Karen's emerald earrings to gleam, her green eyes to sparkle, and her fine well tended hair to shine silver. The cutlery and the white table cloth, the crystal and the crockery all appeared unearthly, caught in that warm intimate light, and she, her tanned skin glowing, her risqué dress sparkling, and her elegant hands and fingers fiddling was the most beautiful of all. She certainly was a vision, thought David, Karen's son, as he picked at his entree with a small fork, unable to keep his eyes off his 60 year old mother, sitting across from him.
David caught himself staring at his mother and stopped himself, ready to start the conversation again, before the persistent waiter came back. They had already awkwardly discussed his work schedule and then they had talked about his new apartment, conveniently located just minutes away from the restaurant.
"He knows about this, you know," Karen stated, abruptly changing the subject, putting David on the spot.
"You mean..."
"Your father, he knows."
"You mean about our dinner," David said, sitting up, his heart beginning to race.
"Yes, our dinner date, don't you mean David; I mean this is what it is, isn't it David, a date?"
"Well yes," David replied after an awkward moment, his heart still racing. "I mean, well I mean, ummm yes, yes it is."
Karen smiled at her son's awkwardness and red face and then absent-mindedly sipped her champagne, leaving more lipstick stained on the glass. Finally she continued.
"Anyway, I should say he suspects David. He's never sure of anything. He saw how I was dressed and he knows it's you I am meeting for dinner, so he must have his suspicions. He won't do anything, of course, he never does anything except fume and complain impotently. Your father is a completely spineless man."
David unconsciously puffed his chest out and Karen laughed at him. David enjoyed it when his mother put his father down and Karen knew it.
"I'm glad you finally accepted and came," David said gently, reaching out to take his mother's hand in his.
"Yes," Karen began honestly, dropping all her usual pretence and signs of strength. "I was very close to knocking you back again David. This still feels a bit weird and wrong to me, but I know that you won't give up and I have to say I am flattered by the attention and I admire your courage. Believe it or not most men are intimidated by me, or else they hate me, or they're spineless, like your father."
"I'm so glad you accepted mother, I really am," David said earnestly, squeezing his mother's hand.
"Yes, I can see David. Tell me, what are you expecting to happen after this dinner, hmmm?"
"Well, I was hoping we could take a walk through the park or we could stroll along the shoreline."
"And then?"
"Well, we could get some coffee or a glass of champagne," David spluttered, growing red faced again.
"And then?'
"Mother, I..."
"Do you think we're going to end up in bed together? How do you think this so called date is going to end?" Karen asked her son pointedly.
David realised his mother was looking at him for honesty and courage.
"Yes," he said simply. "Yes, that's what's going to happen."
Karen broke out into laughter; motioning to the passing waiter for more champagne.
"Do you really think I'm going to do something like that David, with you of all people?"
David pondered for a moment, lost in his mother's beauty again. Karen leant forward, the tops of her breasts exposed to his gaze. She picked at her entree. He was about to say something, but then the waiter rushed up, ready to serve them.
Karen had to give her son some points for effort. He had spent all of his available money on this date by obtaining reservations at a superb restaurant. And he had dressed well and groomed himself. He had acted like a gentleman and been entirely honest with her. Karen knew she was a touch sex starved and sexually frustrated, having rendered her husband impotent with her constant criticism, but she wasn't sure she wanted to go down this road with David, no matter how good the dinner or his behaviour was.
Of course, she should have had affairs, she reasoned. She had done that in the past, she could have even divorced David's father, but she seemed to be in some sort of rut, she figured and really couldn't be bothered getting out of it at the moment.
She had to hand it to David though - he was a pervert and a sex addict, no doubt, but at least he was interesting. Karen became aware of his growing desire for his mommy a few years ago when one night a drunken David had told Karen that he loved her. The admission had caused Karen to laugh and laugh. But then, having blurted it out, David had followed it up with flowers, longing looks, an attentive ear and endless support over the next few years. Karen knew it - her son really did love her and her, surely one of the biggest bitches in the country. She was flattered and deep down she felt something for him, something others would have regarded as dark and unthinkable.
Meanwhile back at dinner David and Karen's conversation became more formal as they ate. They spoke of her social engagements and his friends and future career aspirations. It almost felt like they were at her home, discussing the more mundane aspects of their lives. But then Karen picked up her spoon and gently ran the tip of her tongue along the edge, while looking at David and he gasped, grew red faced, his penis getting even harder. It had worked, the routine conversation was broken and David was lost in his mothers eyes again, struggling to sound intelligent and attractive.
"Are you alright David, you look all flustered," she said, mockingly.
"Stirrer," he returned, grinning. "That spoon has surely entered heaven."
"You fool," she replied, breaking into laughter, but pleased by the stupid comment.
The mood had changed. Karen leant forward, her attention on her son. David noted it and sat forward as well. His mother was grinning at him, her eyes inviting.
"Keep playing your cards right David and maybe I will go to bed with you."
David was on the verge of reaching for his mother, ready to kiss her, but Karen sat back. She smiled.
"I'm ready to go for our walk now David."
For a mad exhilarating moment Karen was tempted to just prick tease her son and teach him a lesson. She had done that sort of thing with desperate younger men before. Karen would flirt mercilessly, make all kinds of crude suggestions and promises and then leave them high and dry, alone with a large unsatisfied penis. She had also made a few guys cum in their pants with her antics. Karen couldn't help it - she was born to torment some males. But then a second later she felt like running for her life, screaming out that she wouldn't commit incest with David, if he were the last man on earth. Finally, she looked her son in the eye again and felt her heart melt.
