Chad studied the crowded restaurant. He grinned and waved. “Look, there’s your friend, Mrs. Brown. I think she’s really hot!” I looked around and gasped. Just being seated across the room was my best friend, Jill Brown and her husband, Tom. A lovely woman, about my height and weight…her hair almost the same color as mine and our figures were so close, we could and have, borrowed each other’s clothes. I managed a feeble wave and smile at the woman many people say resembles me so much that we could pass for sisters! Jill was wearing a off the shoulders summer dress.
I turned, barely able to look my son in the eye, feeling my face flushing…my skin like it was on fire. “You really think Jill is sexy, huh?”
Chad waggled his eyebrows in a lewd expression and replied, “Oh yeah! A woman that looks like Jill is about the sexiest thing alive, especially wearing that outfit! I think bare shoulders are sexy!” I stifled a groan as I felt my juices almost shoot out from my pussy. I was sure my panties were becoming soaked and wouldn’t be surprised if I left a puddle on the leather covered bench in our booth. I realized that I was wearing a shell blouse myself that left my shoulder’s bare and bared the upper portion of my breasts.
“I can’t believe what you’re saying, Chad. Good grief, all these women are my age.” I tried to hide the sudden nervousness in my voice.
Chad grinned and said, “What can I say? I reckon I just want to find a girl like the girl dear ol’ Dad found!” His eyes seemed to crawl over me and then he blushed and suddenly found his linguini very interesting.
When our conversation resumed, we drifted on to safer topics. Our dinner passed pleasantly, but we were both aware that we were giving each other funny looks now and again.
The next day, I again called Fulfillment and spoke with Alexis. I described what I hoped was Chad’s preference, embarrassed as I described essentially myself to the woman, adding his likes in clothing. “Mmmm…very interesting, Diana,” purred Alexis. “I know who would be perfect for Chad. We’ll see you Friday evening at eight!”
The next few days, I was filled with all sorts of mixed emotions. I constantly argued with myself that Chad had meant nothing when he had been commenting on his tastes in women. Another part of me, the part that was responsible for my constantly wet pussy, argued that Chad had been flirting with me…his own mother! That he was sending me a message. Another part of me was filled with jealousy at the thought of another woman…any woman introducing my son to the world of sex. Through it all, only one thing kept me on course and that was my solemn pledge to my late husband to see this through to the end…to keep up the Martin Family tradition!
Friday, Chad’s birthday, he and I drove up to New York City. It was a two hour trip and I finally broke the news to Chad of what his father’s great gift was and of the long established family tradition. My son was dumbfounded…totally speechless for the longest time. Finally reality set in and a big grin broke out on my son’s face. “Wow!” he kept saying over and over.