Opportunities began to present themselves when I was 20 years old. My father announced that he was going on a four week business trip and that I would be in charge of the business, with the help of a couple of trusted associates. He left for the airport on the Monday morning giving me a few days to come up with a plan. I considered asking mother to have dinner with me Saturday evening and thought about the restaurant by the river. Afterwards I planned to take her for a stroll along the river bank where the lighting is very poor.
With just the two of us alone in the house, Tuesday morning when I came downstairs, mother was in the kitchen cooking breakfast. I walked up to her put both my arms around her waist and kissed her on the neck.
“That was nice darling what was that for?”
“Just to remind you that I still love you.”
“You’re so sweet.”
Thursday evening on my way to bed I said goodnight and gave her a quick kiss on the lips.
“Your father wouldn’t approve if he saw you do that.”
“I know mom that’s why I don’t do it, but he’s not here. If you object to me kissing you goodnight then I’ll stop it.” She looked at me and never said a word. I turned to leave but then turned back. “Since dad’s not here and he usually takes you out,” which of course was hardly ever, “If I book a table at a restaurant would you like to have dinner with me Saturday evening?” I waited nervously holding my breath waiting for her answer.
“Yes darling that would be very nice.”
Saturday evening I waited nervously at the bottom stairs, hardly recognizing her as she made her way down the stairs. She was a vision dressed in a light green silk dress showing a little cleavage and the dress just long enough to cover her knees. Her hair was longer than I ever imagined and swept across her head to cascade down across her right shoulder to fall across her breast. Never had I seen my mother dressed in the western style, she always dressed in traditional dress. She took the hand I offered to assist her down the last step.
“Mom you look fantastic, you are so beautiful.”
“Thank you darling, you look very hansom too.”
She took my arm when I offered it and we strolled out to my sports car. I opened the car door and watched as she eased herself into the low seat. Her dress rode up above her knees making it impossible for me to take my eyes off her. Transferring my gaze to the little cleavage visible, I could just make out the swell of the top of her breasts. I stood transfixed at this vision until she interrupted my thoughts.
“Remi what are you staring at?”
“Err nothing, I was just thinking that you have never ridden in this car with me before. In fact I don’t think that the two of us have ever been in any car by ourselves without someone being present.” She just looked at me and smiled.
Since it was a warm night I had top down. As we drove along the road the breeze whipped her hair about so it looked like it was lashing her breast. I could see the other breast bouncing around as we sped across the roads uneven surface, and with the hem of her dress pulled up above her knees I could hardly keep my eyes on the road. When we arrived at the restaurant I helped her out of the car, and enjoyed the view as she exposed a little amount of leg, which she didn’t seem too concerned about. Again she took my arm, letting go only when we reached the restaurant door, which I opened, before placing my hand in the small of her back, to usher her through. She stood close to me, our arms touching, as I spoke with the receptionist who confirm my booking and summonsed a waiter to show us to our table.