“Wow” We said together.
“You did a good job ladies.” I reached for my wallet.
I made sure they all had a nice proper tip before taking mom’s hand and led her next door, into Bare Escentuals. Seeing mom in her “professional” makeup that was less real estate sales and more something else the ladies behind the counter were more than happy to help out. They not only cleaned off and redid her face but taught her how to apply just enough to enhance her already beautiful features. After they had finished I was truly amazed at what a foundation with a bit of pink on the cheeks, a deep ruby red lipstick, and a soft shadow under her eyes could do. This is what I consider a professional woman’s makeup.
She looked like a movie star from the neck up…now we needed to work on the neck down. I had to drag her into Victoria’s Secret, playfully of course. Once I threatened to carry her she relented. I didn’t know much about lingerie other than I liked it…a lot. So I didn’t feel qualified enough to pick out things she would feel comfortable in. Thankfully the woman standing behind the counter looked rather bored.
She flitted through the racks like a child at Christmas and within minutes mom had a hand basket full of things to try on. I waited patiently, anticipating what her choices might be. It seemed to take forever as she giggled and laughed behind the locked door.
“This stuff is going to cost a fortune!” I heard mom complain.
“You’re worth it mom and don’t worry…I have more than enough.” I chuckled.
“But no one will ever see them…” She complained.
“It doesn’t matter whether anyone else sees. You will be wearing them, and you will look and feel sexy. Try something on and tell me I’m wrong.” I sighed and listened to the sound of silk sliding against skin. I heard the moment she gave in, I’m pretty sure everyone else did too.
She strutted out of the booth holding her old cotton panties and plain Jane bra over her fingers. In her other hand dangled several tags. She had just a hint of mischief in her eyes as we walked to the register.
Going to the next place on my list. I wanted to let her know that it was ok to be herself at home. I no longer needed `mom’ in her baggy clothes and sweat pants. We were both adults and neither of us were exactly innocent.
I wasn’t into sports, not in the way most men were. I enjoyed a good game every now and again. I even played football my freshman year but realized it wasn’t worth it. I had tried out in an attempt to earn myself a date with a hot older cheerleader, then found out that they were not worth the trouble.
So I channeled all that built up frustration into school work and working out in the gym when I wasn’t earning money working at Pop’s Grill. My flaw was in thinking enough sit-ups would give me that sexy flat six pack women dream about. After a year of 3,000 sit ups a week I learned the truth about those flat six pack abs.
That said I had enjoyed the look in mom’s eyes as I wore my old football jersey around the house. Even if it hadn’t fit quite right there was something about it that had always made her smile and her eyes would shine. I missed that, it was like some buried memory had surfaced and it made me curious. Had my sperm donor played football? Was she remembering some pleasurable encounter under the bleachers? Could I put that look in her eyes?