Dessert done, we headed out of the restaurant. Once outside, he offered me his arm. I put my arm inside his as he led me away from where our car was parked.
I asked, even though I assumed he wasn’t going to tell me, “Where are we going?”
“Yep,” he answered, ignoring the question, keeping it a surprise.
I sighed, “For someone who is guaranteed to get lucky tonight, you sure are not helping your cause with all these secrets.”
“Really? I thought I was being romantic.” He countered with a sly smile.
“Romantic and annoying,” I countered.
“I’ll take that,” he chuckled as we turned the corner and I instantly knew where we were going.
“We’re going to Mamma Mia?” I asked, seeing the bright lights of the Capital Theatre.
“Either that, or the strip club down the road,” he quipped.
“I’d be okay with either,” I quipped back.
“Good to know,” he smiled, sliding his hand into mine. “But for now let’s go see the play you always talk about.”
“It’s just the movie was so terrible. Seriously, I love Meryl Streep, but she can’t sing and don’t get me started on Pierce Brosnan being cast,” I ranted, still unable to fathom Hollywood wrecking the movie so badly.
“I know,” he laughed “This is an amateur production.”
“At least I bet they will be able to sing,” I said.
“I hope so,” he agreed, as we reached the theatre entrance.
“This is the perfect night,” I said, amazed by how well he knew me.
“And you, the perfect women,” he added, as we entered the theatre.
Once inside, I said, “I need to use the ladies room.”
“And I need to get the tickets,” he said. He leaned in and gave me a soft kiss. Although it was gentle and short, it felt exhilarating to commit incest in front of a theatre full of unknowing patrons.
A few minutes later, we were walking up the stairs to the second level, where he had yet another surprise for me. As we reached the balcony, I realized we had our own private seats…and they were excellent.
I asked, as we sat down, “Did you do work for the theatre too?”
“Nope. Craigslist and luck,” he answered.
“Well, every time I think I can’t be surprised anymore,” I said, feeling amazed and significant.
He took my hand just as the lights dimmed. We watched the first act in comfortable silence. I enjoyed it, yet I couldn’t help but have a growing desire to surprise him. As the second act started, after I downed a glass of wine to get some liquid courage, I decided it was my turn to surprise him. I decided to put him ‘Under Attack’. I fished out his cock and began slowly stroking it as the first song played.
He groaned as I stroked his beautiful cock until it was hard.
As they sang ‘One of Us’, I leaned forward and took his cock in my mouth. I slowly bobbed up and down throughout the song…wanting to tease him, but not allow him to come.
“Shit, Mom, this is wild,” he groaned.
I sat back up and asked, as the song ended, “Enjoying the show?”