The door opened and took my breath away. There was Mom wearing a white silk sleeveless blouse that buttoned down the front. She also had on a knee length pleated skirt that was a perfect color match to my shirt. She was wearing suntan colored hose and 2″ black heels. Her shoulder length hair was lightly curled under on the end. She’d applied full makeup including a bluish green eye shadow that was a perfect match for her green eyes. A very light blush and red lipstick were the finishing touches. She had a small gold chain around her neck and a gold bangle bracelet to complete the ensemble. She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
“Good evening lovely lady,” were the first words from my mouth. “Your chariot awaits.” I know, the dialogue sounded like a cheesy romance novel, but I was almost struck dumb.
“Let me get my purse,” she said, picking up a small black clutch from the chair arm by the door. Turning on the porch light, she closed and locked the door. She took my arm as I escorted her to the truck. Opening the passenger door I assisted her into the seat. Lifting her leg gave me a brief view up her skirt where I could see the tops of her stockings. It was not quite enough to see her crotch though.
Since the mid 1960’s were pre seatbelt laws, mom scooted over in the seat to sit beside me. She was close enough that her thigh was pressed against mine. Her skirt pulled up to just below her stocking tops. Thank goodness for bench seats and automatic transmissions. I was able to place my arm across the seatback above her shoulders while I drove.
We made small talk during the drive to the restaurant. She was behaving differently tonight. She seemed to be more affectionate and outgoing. She was also coaching me on etiquette in a slightly upscale restaurant. All I had been to before were fast food and the local cafe with booth or counter seating.
Parking at the restaurant I went around and opened the door to help her out. Sliding across the seat pushed her skirt up allowing a glimpse of white lace on her panties. This forced an emergency reset to adjust my swelling cock. Mom again began to giggle. She knew exactly what she was doing.
“Sorry for being so “hard” on you,” she said. “No you’re not,” I replied. “You enjoy giving me a “hard” time.” This brought another giggle.
“Remember, I’m Patsy or Pat tonight. Perfection means greater rewards,” she said.
“Here you go with the rewards again,” I told here.
Following her coaching I approached the hostess station in the restaurant. I told the hostess we needed a table for two in a secluded area if possible. We were very shortly escorted to a semi-hidden table in a corner. I had my arm around Patsy’s waist as we followed the hostess. I noticed that she drew admiring glances from some of the men there. After reaching the table I pulled out the chair out for her, allowing her to be seated. I took my seat as the hostess told us our waitress would be with us shortly.
Mom’s previous coaching and the potential for “rewards” allowed me to be able to talk with the waitress and place our orders. This earned a big smile and wink from Mom. It did wonders for my confidence. “You are doing a great job,” she told me. “Keep it up for a reward later,” she giggled.