Paul got home a couple of minutes before three, saw me and stammered, “W-w-wow!”
“You approve?” I asked coyly.
“You look stunning,” he complimented.
“You should see what’s underneath this,” I teased, moving to him and reaching for his cock.
“God, Mom,” he said, “I’d love to fuck you here and now, but we’ve got to get going.”
“You sure there is no time for a quickie?” I purred, biting his ear, while giving his cock a firm squeeze through his pants.
“I don’t…well…um,” he stammered distracted by my double teasing.
I then quit both and said, “Its okay, I probably shouldn’t mess up this look anyway.”
“You tease,” he said.
“And dressed to please,” I quipped.
He laughed as he said, “I just got to get ready. Give me five minutes.”
“This took all day and you can get ready in five minutes?” I questioned.
“The nature of the beast,” he shrugged.
“Looking forward to a little beauty and your beast,” I seductively said.
“Mom, you really are insatiable,” he smiled.
“We just opened Pandora’s Box and now that it is open, it is wide open,” I pointed out.
“That it is,” he said, going to his room.
Ten minutes later, we were in the car and he was driving. I asked, curious, as he was dressed in a suit and tie, “Where are we going?”
“Out,” he answered, elusively.
“You’re just like your father,” I sighed, repeating the accusation.
“Like father like son,” he quipped.
We chatted about life for the next forty minutes as he drove us to the city. As we arrived, he asked, “Ever been to Winston’s?”
“You got us into Winston’s?” I gasped. Winston’s was a five star, celebrity filled restaurant.
“I have connections,” he shrugged.
“Who?” I asked, still in awe. Even though he mentioned a five star restaurant earlier today, Winston’s never popped into my head.
“I can’t give away all my secrets,” he smiled.
“And how can you afford it?” I asked.
“Online computer support is surprisingly lucrative,” he answered.
“I’m in awe,” I said, having never been to such a place before.
“The night is just starting, Courtney,” he said putting his hand on my leg.
“I’m Courtney now?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Tonight we are not mother and son,” he answered.
“This is a date?” I asked, suddenly flattered.
“That’s the plan.” He nodded. “You deserve to be wined and dined. To be treated like the lovely woman you are”
“Oh, Paul,” I said, my heart melting. “It’s been so long since I’ve been on a real date.”
“I know,” he nodded. “Tonight is a new beginning”
“I think yesterday was,” I quipped, thinking of all the times we had had sex.
“Fair enough,” he laughed, looking at me while at a red light. “You’re the most beautiful woman in the world, Mom.”
“I thought I was Courtney?” I teased, putting my hand in his.
“Sorry, hard habit to break,” he admitted.
“But you’re my inspiration,” I joked.
“What?” He asked, not catching my Chicago reference.
“Never mind,” I smiled, “Thank you so much for this.”
“You deserve the world,” he answered.
“I already have it,” I smiled back, as we pulled into the restaurant.
We pulled up, where a valet took the car and Paul came to me, offered me his arm and led me into the elegant five star restaurant. I felt decadent and rich, beautiful and wanted…something I hadn’t felt in a long time.