Holding the lacy material to his nose he took a deep breath. Her scent, heady, musky, filled his senses and his hand moved faster on his cock.
“God, mom, so sexy, so … fuck, cumming, ohhhh!” His breath shortened and he pressed the panties to his face, inhaling one more deep sensuous breath. His spunk pulsed out of him, shot after shot gushing over his hand and onto his stomach. His body spasmed as his cum was released and he grasped his treasure tightly before running it through the sticky crème. Again he held it to his face, but this time he sucked at his mother’s juices mixing with his own swallowing it all down before sliding the panties under his pillow and closing his eyes.
~*~
The day of the dinner seemed to come round very quickly and Mike wasn’t at all sure his dancing was good enough for people to watch. His mother, on the other hand, was delighted with what he had done for her, and told him so over and over.
He had decided to go all out to give his mother a wonderful evening and so about a half hour before they were set to leave he told her he wouldn’t be a minute and headed out the front door.
“Michael, don’t be long, we have to go soon.” There was a panic in his mother’s voice he wished he could counter, but he didn’t want to spoil his surprise.
Fifteen minutes later he was back, sitting, waiting, and watching, as the first part of his plan unfolded.
“Mrs Marshall?”
“Yes?”
“Good evening, ma’am, your date said would you please join him in the limo?”
“My date? Limo? I … I don’t understand.”
Michael leant out of the car and waved and saw relief wash over his mom’s face.”
“Ohh, Michael, oh, thank you. I won’t be a minute.”
He watched as his mother, stunning in her new outfit, walked down the path and then waited impatiently as the chauffeur helped her into the back next to him.
“Michael?”
“I just wanted to make this a special night for both of us. You look so hot in that dress and far too beautiful to be driven in my beat up truck.”
“Well, in that new suit of yours you are a very handsome young escort for your old mom, but I tell you what. Oh thank you.” She paused for a moment as Michael handed her a flute of champagne, the second part of his surprise.
“What?”
His mother looked around a moment in a conspiratorial manner.
“No one knows you are my son and you look older than your twenty-three years, let’s keep our relationship a secret.”
“Ok.” Mike nodded, the idea appealed to him too. He knew his mom didn’t look her age, and he’d been able to get served in bars and clubs since he was eighteen, especially when he was with older friends. For tonight he could fantasize they were a couple and he felt his cock harden in his pants at the thought.
~*~
The meal had been delicious. Mike had found himself sitting next to one of the managers of his mom’s department, a man called Jeff who, he knew, his mother thought was a bit of a jerk. They had chatted amiably enough though and when the tables had been cleared and the dining area became a dance floor Mike and his mom were still at the same table as Jeff and his date, a woman called Muriel.