Jason’s jaw dropped when he saw me; just the reaction I was hoping for. My dress was a form fitting number that was strapless but had a sheer top that came up my neck and had matching long sleeves. It hugged my curves down to the middle of my thighs, that’s where my expensive hosiery took over, encasing me from waist to toe. Speaking of my toes, they were freshly painted and could be seen peeking out of my five inch platform pumps veiled in gossamer nylon. My long black hair fell in waves down my back. I’d been letting it grow. I held my arms out from my sides and made a slow turn.
“Well…What do ya think?”
Jason swallowed hard before trying to speak, “Holy shit Mom! You look incredible!”
“Oh honey, that’s so sweet of you to say,” I hugged him. Even in my towering heels I had to look up to him but as I held Jason I felt a bulge in his pants. I think my heart skipped a beat.
On the ride down in the elevator I suggested we leave his car at the hotel and take an Uber to dinner. That way we wouldn’t have to worry about drinking and driving. Jason agreed. We didn’t have to wait long for the driver to arrive. I gave him the address of the restaurant and we were off.
I think Jason was a bit shocked at the place I’d picked for dinner. The Ringside Steakhouse was known for its incredible food and high prices but money wasn’t an issue tonight, we were celebrating. We had cocktails while we waited for our table, champagne with our starters and I fine wine with dinner. I made sure to sit close to Jason in the booth. I’d graze his leg with mine or put my hand on his thigh when he made me laugh and of course gave him plenty of motherly kisses. I was so happy to be with him and was looking forward to him coming home soon so that he’d be close again, even if I had to be a traditional mother and curb my lustful urges. I ordered us some port to go with our dessert and it was phenomenal but that’s when he dropped the bomb on me.
“Texas! What’s in Texas?” I nearly started to cry.
“I got recruited by a big company out there. Besides it’s cheaper for me to live and I can get my own place sooner,” he replied trying to appeal to my logical side.
That part of me had been pushed aside by the wanton urges I was having for him so I shouldn’t be surprised that I didn’t see the logic in his words. I didn’t want to see it but I had to put on a show of excitement so as to keep from breaking down in tears. My evening had been dashed on the rocks. He described the wonderful opportunity he was getting and all I could think is ‘My son isn’t coming home.’ I ordered a second glass of port to help drown my sorrow.
As I paid the bill, Jason got a text from one of his friends. They were having a ‘going away’ gathering at a nearby pub and wanted him there so they could all have one last drink before going their separate ways. He had a concerned look on his face when he asked if I minded if he went. Of course I minded. I wanted him for myself that evening, especially since he would be leaving for Texas in a week or so and wanted me to ship his stuff to him from home. He wasn’t even coming back to pick it up himself. I wanted him to take me back to my hotel and fuck my brains out but that didn’t seem like it would materialize either. But what he asked next helped lift my spirits.