Maria can tell by the glum look on her son's face things did not go well with April. She was supposed to have taken him upstairs to an empty bedroom and well . . . fucked him. Maria is now pretty sure that did not happen.
She becomes positive of this when he demands they leave the Valentine Day's party immediately. During the short ride home, Maria tries to talk to him, tries to find out what exactly went wrong, but Tony is giving her the silent treatment.
Finally just as they are pulling into the driveway Tony breaks his silence. "Jesus, Mom, I can't fucking believe you suggested to April that she should like what . . . seduce me or something."
He slams the door hard as he gets out of her silver Nissan 370z carrying on his rant up the driveway as they head up the walkway to the house.
"Look I don't need no . . . mercy lays OK, thank you very much."
"Honey I was just--"
Tony whirls on her as he is unlocking the front door pushing it open. "Well don't. It's embarrassing."
Maria stands there dumbfounded for a moment at how upset her son is before she begins to turn away heading back down the walk to her car.
"Now where are you going?" Tony asks from the doorway. "You don't want to come in?"
She pauses and then turns around to answer him. "I . . . well I figured you are so mad at your mother that maybe you just want to be alone. Beside I am not too sure your . . . step mother . . ." Maria makes an extra effort to emphasize the word "step" as she speaks. "Would very much appreciate a harlot like me in her house."
Heading back down the walk to her car, her thoughts are bleak as she contemplates how this is probably the end of another fucked up day in a life full of fucked up days.
She sighs sadly at the thought of going back to her one bedroom apartment to spend the rest of Valentine's Day alone. Reaching the car, she fishes her phone out of her purse to check the time. Shit its only 9:18. The night is still young but for me . . . it's over.
She reaches for the car door and clumsily drops her purse on the driveway. As she bends over to scoop up the spilled contents, she hears Tony approach her from behind. She suspects he is trying to be quiet, but she can hear the scrunch of his dress shoes on the driveway as he draws nearer.
She takes her time scooping up the contents of her purse allowing her son a nice long look at her ass in the little black cocktail dress. Finally, she straightens up before deciding to call him out on it.
"Honey, were you just going to stand there staring at your Mom's ass or do you actually want something." She gives him a sly smile leaving him to wonder if she is serious or just joking.
Turning about three shades of red his says nothing. Finally, as she stands there with that damnable bemused look on her face he figures he has to say something in his defense. "Mom, that . . . ahh dress was not really made for bending over you know. Sorry I mean . . ."
"Oh sweetie don't worry about it I am not an old prude like Gloria you know."
Gloria is his step mom and she was an old prude . . . rather the opposite of his real mother. In fact, he doubted if there were two women more opposite in the whole world than his mother and step mother.
His father, Tony Sr., had quickly remarried after Maria walked out on him nearly 15 years ago. After a life of petty crime, he found religion and Gloria all about the same time. Gloria was the perfect woman, a strict born again Christian, to keep him on the straight and narrow path.
"You certainly are not," Tony snaps back trying to regain his composure after being caught red hand staring at his mom's ass.
But now as she stands there, hands on her hips, that maddening little sly smile on her face, he is once more confronted with the sight of those awesome tits of hers staring him in the face.
He was not sure if her dress was more adept at showing off her ass or those tits, either way it was -- a chore-- to keep his eyes focused on her pretty face and those big brown eyes.
A chore made so much worse as every time she moved it seemed those big 38DD tits of hers threatened to spill out of her tight little dress. She had just turned 42 and her tits were a source of pride for Maria making her want to show them off every chance she got.
At five foot four and weighing 139 pounds she was in pretty darn good shape for her age -- a fact confirmed by her young 18 year old son being unable to keep his eyes off her comely figure throughout the night.
But Tony was not a total pervert as he paid nearly as much attention staring at her attractive face as he did that killer body. She was of mixed descent: her father was Italian and her mother Chinese and luckily she seemed to get the best of both races with her sable black hair toppling down to her shoulders; her vivacious brown eyes with their silky seductive eyelashes; and finally her megawatt smile that flashed those perfect pearly white teeth.
She hits him with that electrifying smile of hers while they stand there staring at each other for a long moment as the heavy snow continues to fall from the cold Colorado sky. Finally she breaks the silence.
"So seriously son, did you want something or did you just come out here hoping I would drop something in the driveway so you could . . ." She pauses and starts to smile.
"Mom don't say it. Jesus I'm sorry for staring at . . . you know. . ." He is actually too embarrassed to finish.
"Don't worry about it honey. I was just playing with you. Really now answer the question. Did you want something? Maybe to say good bye I guess because I really should be going. Its freezing you know."
"Well God damn it I told you to wear a jacket to the party, Mom."
"What and cover up my pretty new party dress. Never . . . remember my motto is beauty before comfort."
"Yeah you truly are a show off, Mom."
"Yeah well . . ." She leans back against her car. "What do you expect from a harlot anyways?"
"Jesus, Mom, stop calling yourself that."
"Well that is what your real mom calls me." Maria knows Tony hates it when she calls Gloria his "real mom", and this is, of course, why she did it.
"God damn it, not this again. Look if we are going to have this discussion can't we go inside. Like you said it's freezing out here."
"I don't think I would be comfortable in your mom's house so if we are going to talk we probably should do it here."
"Great," he sighs taking off his thin jacket and slipping it around her shoulders.
"What a gentlemen you are . . . except for when you are staring at my chest . . . like you have been for most of the night."
Again he turns red, while saying nothing in his defense. What could he say as it was true. Earlier at the party, he had spent quite a bit of time gazing at his mom's lovely chest.
"Sorry no more bad jokes baby. Now what did you really chase me out here for Tony."
"I was going to ask you to come in maybe for a bit. At least until you sober up and it stops snowing."
"That is not a plan that is ever going to work hon." She reaches out and takes his hands into hers.
"Why?"
"Well first of all, I have no plans on sobering up. Not tonight anyways. If I am going to spend the rest of Valentine's Day alone, I am not going to be doing it sober. Second of all, the forecast calls for snow all night. Afraid it's only going to get worse my dear."
"Oh well . . . I guess you would be staying for a while then . . . and that way, hey you won't be alone."
"I wonder if you would let me like stay the whole night maybe. What would your mother say to that?"
Now he explodes. "GOD DAMN IT MOM . . ." He sucks in his breath making a great effort to get his anger under control before speaking again. "You are my mother . . . not her. Stop playing games OK."
"What games do you speak of hon?" she asks innocently.
"You damn well know what I am speaking of. Can't we go inside first though?" He stamps his feet on the ground as he stands there shivering in his jeans and dress shirt. "Jesus, I am cold."
"First tell me what games?"
