I genuinely hate to brag but I looked good and was almost ready to go. I just needed to apply the final touch. But before I could I heard a knock on my door, so I opened it.
“You ready to go?” Mom titled her head and raised her nicely waxed eyebrows.
“Yep. I just need to apply my cologne.” I headed for my wardrobe.
“How do I look?” She stepped into my room and slowly started twisting her body from side to side.
She looked great.
With her sleek dark brown hair draped over her shoulders and her light brown handbag under her left arm, mom was dressed in a lacy bright yellow sundress, which stopped half an inch or so before her knees. She also had a light brown pair of flat shoes on, a set of hooped earrings in, a necklace on and a gold watch and bracelet around her wrists. Mom’s always had a thing for accessories.
Lastly, she’d also applied her makeup. Not a lot though, just enough to make her face pop. In fact, if you didn’t have an eye for such things, you wouldn’t even notice she was wearing any-apart from her lipstick.
“Like a vision of beauty,” I said and then I applied my two customary squirts of cologne.
The first thing we did on arrival at the mall was enter a ladies’ clothing store. Mom had said at breakfast that she wanted a couple of clothing items. I assumed she wanted a new blouse or a skirt or something along that line. But I was wrong, because she walked us straight into the underwear department.
All types of standard and exotic colours could be seen in this section, and the products were displayed by mannequins and set up along stands, shelves and racks. It also smelt pretty nice in there. It was almost as if someone had doused the entire section in a vanilla and honey scented flagrance.
“I need an outfit for later tonight.” Mom smiled mischievously. “It’s my anniversary, you know.” She winked.
“Oh jeez, mom, please, no.” I placed my hand over my face and dropped my head.
“What?” She laughed.
“I don’t wanna think about you and dad…you know…getting busy.”
“Oh Nicholas, stop being a child and help me find something nice.” She brushed past me and examined a mannequin dressed in lacy red lingerie.
I won’t lie; being in that store, while shopping for sexy women’s underwear-with my mom of all people-had me feeling extremely uncomfortable, as I suspect it would be for almost every straight son on the planet. But I knew I’d have to grin and bear it. I’d already promised her a ‘nice mother and son day’.
I mustered some courage and picked up a packaged set of…let’s say; conservative underwear. “How about this?”
Mom turned around to face me. “Really Nick?” She walked up to me and grabbed the packaged attire of a bra and granny panties from my hand. “Does this look like something a girl would wear if she was really trying to get her man’s attention?”
“Probably not.” I shrugged.
“Exactly.” She placed the conventional underwear down. “There’s something that looks interesting.” Mom walked past me and up to another mannequin. This one was dressed in black lingerie, coupled with black garter belt stockings that had little purple ribbons attached to the ends of outfit’s suspenders.