“Where are we going?”
“Somewhere nice to eat. I’ll park the car at the head office. That won’t be a problem. I can leave it there overnight and pick it up tomorrow morning.”
“Big night planned?”
“Maybe. I’ll see how things go.” That’s cryptic if ever I’ve heard it.
After Mum parked up the car, we ended up walking down the main road, again surprised that she grabbed my hand as we wandered. It wasn’t uncomfortable but it was… a little weird. She didn’t say anything other than that she appreciated a night out with such a handsome young man. All that did was make me blush, which caused her to giggle.
I had no idea of the restaurant we ended up at. I can only say it was fancy. Fancy enough to have someone actually open the door for us. He tipped his hat towards Mum. “Good evening, Miss Smith.”
“Good evening, John.”
“And who is this strapping young man?”
“This is Andrew, my date for the evening.”
I looked at my Mum, ready to correct her but she just dragged me onwards. “Have a good night, John,” she called.
“You too, Miss Smith.”
Despite having reservations, we did have to wait for a few minutes, sitting close together in the crowded waiting area. “Date?” I whispered.
“What’s wrong with that?”
I couldn’t actually think of anything wrong. While I wouldn’t exactly say we were on a date, she being my Mum and all, I guess looking at it innocently, you could call it that. But, after what happened at home earlier, how innocent was it really? Then I thought Who gives a shit? My Mum wants to have a nice night out and who am I to stop her? Just go with it. You never know…
We were eventually shown to our table, candles providing the only major light as the lighting above was otherwise turned down low. I’ll admit that Mum was looking beautiful, the red hair along with the eyeshadow adding depth to her green eyes, while she had added some deep red lipstick to her lips. The dress she wore had a low v-cut and, every time she leaned forward, I could have had a good look at her cleavage if I was so inclined. Which, I’ll admit, I was at times.
The menu was pricey but Mum simply said it was my treat, though I was still respectful and ordered an appetiser, main and dessert that wasn’t too expensive. We also indulged in a bottle of wine that turned into a second by the time we’d finished our main meal. We discussed nothing of any particular importance, mostly around the topics of her work and what I would be doing in the future. She also asked about any girls I may have linked up with.
“I’m not a virgin, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Were they younger? Older?”
I shrugged. “Only one was younger. The rest were older.”
“What did they look like?”
I knew she was playing games with me. I shrugged again. “Depended on what I was after. Or who was willing to sleep with me.”
“And if you didn’t get lucky, you’d watch some MILF porn?”
“A lot of it.”
“What sort of MILF porn?” I didn’t say anything. “Mother and son?”
“No,” I stated adamantly, before surrendering slightly, “Well, maybe once or twice. It’s obviously fake but…”