Alexis giggled over the phone. “I understand, dear. You should talk to Chad. Get him to tell you what his fantasy woman is like. Just make sure you call us back over a day or two before his visit so we can make the appropriate plans.”
We ended the call and I spent the next three days trying how to get the necessary information out of Chad. I mean, how do you ask your own son, “Honey, describe your dream fuck!” I wanted this to be the wonderful night that Charles would have provided his son, but it was going to be difficult. Chad had dated some in high school, but hadn’t gravitated to any particular type of girl as far as I could tell.
I finally broached the subject while Chad and I were out to dinner at our favorite Italian restaurant. As we ate, I kept prodding Chad about various young ladies in the restaurant. His responses were of the usual, “I dunno…I guess,” variety when I’d ask if this young lady or that young lady was pretty.
Chad finally put down his fork and looked at me quizzically. “What’s up, Mom? Why do you keep asking me about girls?” This after I’d asked him if he thought our waitress, a pretty, buxom blonde, was pretty.
I could feel my face redden as I stammered, “Well…uh, I was curious. I wondered if there was a particular type of girl you found attractive. Maybe your old Mom is trying to fix you up!”
Chad looked at me with a surprised expression. “Are you serious, Mom? You really want to know the kind of woman I think is hot?”
“Well, yes. I am curious.”
Chad nodded, a little amused. “Okay, Mom. Let’s see…” He turned and looked about the room. Finally, he gestured a particular direction. I looked over to see a family of four sitting in a booth. Next to a woman about my age, was a teenaged girl maybe sixteen years of age with long red hair and a pretty, innocent face.
“Oh Chad, she’s lovely. I bet she’s about your age, too.”
Chad snorted and said, “Not her, Mom! The woman next to her…her mother.”
I almost gasped. “Her mother!” I studied the woman. She was my age or maybe a little older. Taller than me, but heavy breasted with dark, red hair. I turned and looked at my son. “You’re telling me you prefer older women?”
It was my son’s turn to blush. He shrugged his shoulders and replied, “You asked me, Mom. Yes, older women turn me on!” For some reason, his words sent a thrill through me.
“Look around some more, honey. See anyone else that uh, turns you on?”
Chad stared around the room some more, finally settling his gaze on a couple dining at an open table; a husband and wife, both in their mid forties. The woman was very lovely. A blonde with large breasts, her dress revealing a serious amount of cleavage and most of a shapely leg peeked through a long slit in her dress. “She’s pretty sexy, Mom,” Chad stated seriously.
“Anyone else?” I asked. A shiver traveled through my body, ending up between my thighs. I realized with a bit of surprise that my pussy was wet. I shivered again as I relished that sweet sensation of my labia lips rubbing together, becoming slick with my own juices.