Date night!
Am I crazy to say that I’m in love with my son?
A bit of a warning–this is a long post, but it was so much fun that I wanted to remember every detail. Sorry it took me so long to get it written up!
Last night (Friday) was our long-awaited date night. It was only Tuesday morning that we had agreed to go out, but it felt like Friday couldn’t get here soon enough.
When we planned the date, the idea was for us to go out, I can be his “practice date”, and along the way I can give him suggestions for things to do and things to notice. D didn’t want S to know about this (who else takes their moms out for “practice”?), but since it was Mother’s Day weekend it seemed like a good excuse.
I told D that I wanted him to try to treat me like a girl his age, not his mom, and that I’d try to treat him like a guy I was dating. I told him to call me by my first name while we were out, and that there was to be strictly no calling me “Mom” on the date. (Not that I don’t want him calling me “Mommy”, I just didn’t want to attract extra attention.)
I wore a navy blue dress that showed just a little bit of cleavage (sort of like a LBD, but dark blue), along with some heels and a simple gold necklace. Nothing too fancy; I was shooting for simple but elegant. D wore a dark pair of jeans with a collared shirt. I’ll admit I was a little jealous of L that she got to take him out in his tux, but the way his butt looked in his jeans made it a little better. :-)
When he saw me come out to the living room, I saw his eyes widen, and he told me I looked great. I did a little twirl for him on my toes, which reminded me that this dress is short and light enough that I shouldn’t wear it on windy days. And I may have given him a peek at what kind of panties I was wearing.
S and L arrived home just as we were leaving. L asked where we were going all dressed up, and S told her that D was taking me out for Mother’s Day. I guess they had planned to order pizza and watch movies while we were gone.
D was a gentleman, as usual; I don’t think I touched a door handle all night, save for the ladies room. We went out for dinner at this neat restaurant on the other side of town–very industrial and modern decor. We had a table that was out of the way of foot traffic, but it wasn’t as private as I would have hoped.
The focus at dinner was conversation and body language. I encouraged him to ask questions and to make sure he made eye contact. As we already know a lot about each other, we practiced asking questions on things the other person didn’t know much about. For him, he asked me about what I did for work; for me, I asked him all about video games. I can’t describe how wonderful it was to listen to him as I stared into his bright blue eyes, even if he was talking about video games. I could have listened to him all night. And he did convince me that there was some skill and strategy involved, although I’m still in disbelief that there are people that play video games professionally.
We also discussed body language, and that he should pay attention to how his date sits, looks, and responds to him physically. At one point, I feigned boredom and he picked up on it right away. For most of the meal, I had one of my shoes off, subtly but gently running my foot up and down his leg. As we waited for the check, he asked me if physical contact, like playing footsie, was a good sign…I bit my lip and told him yes, it definitely was.
When the check came, I turned around to pull out my wallet to get my credit card but when I reached for the folder D put his hand over mine–he insisted that he pay, and I saw he had already put a stack of cash in the folder. I felt a rush when his hand grabbed mine, and I’m sure I gave him the stupidest looking smile but I couldn’t think of anything else to say. He works part-time after school during the school year and I had to imagine that was at least two weeks of pay for him.
After dinner, we went to a sculpture park to walk around together. Here I talked to him about how to touch a woman in public, and we practiced holding hands, him putting his arm around my shoulders and around my waist, and on my lower back. We found a bench at the park and I took the opportunity to snuggle up next to him, under his arm. I don’t think he was wearing any cologne, but his scent was intoxicating nonetheless.
It was a nice spring evening but a little cold. I tried to last as long as I could. I was freezing–I don’t know why I didn’t think to grab a sweater–and before long my son noticed me shivering and suggested we go some place warmer.
We found a coffee shop nearby and each ordered drinks. D hasn’t discovered the joy of coffee yet, so he got a hot chocolate; I got a mocha. We sat and talked a little longer (more footsie!) but then the coffee shop was closing so we decided to go home.
When we got home, my son walked me back to our side door and was about to open it when I said “Wait!” He paused and looked down at me with a confused look on his face. I told him thanks for a wonderful night, and for treating me like such a lady. He smile back and said “you’re welcome” and reached for the door. I coughed and he looked back at me, even more confused.
I pulled him in for a hug, and whispered in his ear, “This is the part where you give your date a goodnight kiss.” He stood up and back a little bit, admitting that he hadn’t ever kissed a girl, and that I was his mom. I reminded him that I wanted him to treat me like any other girl his age; also that he kissed me a lot when he was younger and that it worked the same way. “Just press your lips against hers, and don’t push too hard. Try to focus on how soft her lips are, and savor it.”
After a moment, he grabbed my waist with his hands and leaned down and…
(Cue fireworks!)
He kissed me!
It couldn’t have lasted more than three seconds, but it felt like thirty. I couldn’t help closing my eyes, and when I opened them I saw him looking back at mine–and I can’t describe what it was I saw, but there was something in his gaze that I hadn’t ever seen before.
We stood next to each other in silence for a minute (again, felt like several) and I smiled at him and told him “not bad for a first kiss”. His face turned bright red and I looked down quickly and confirmed that he had a raging erection in his pants.
After a few more moments where we just stared at each other, D opened the door for me and put his hand on the small of my back as we walked in. I was ready to invite him up to my room but as we walked in we saw S and L sitting on the couch watching Netflix. L asked if we had fun…I jealously wanted to tell her “more fun than you” (at prom) but I restrained myself and just said yes.
At this point I felt it would have been suspicious if D and I did anything further (especially risky since both S and L were around) so I thanked D again for a nice Mother’s Day date and went upstairs to my room. I closed the door and rubbed myself off to several orgasms, and had to change my sheets before I went to bed. It was a wonderful, wonderful, wonderful evening, and I hope it is the first of many.
It seemed like D was walking just a little bit taller today. He certainly acted a little more comfortable with me, putting his hand on my lower back as I was making dinner tonight and he came to ask me a question. I’m excited that he was so interested in “practice” this weekend and it’s thrilling to see him take charge. Hopefully soon I’ll be able to give him some more practice. :-)
Happy Mother’s Day, all!
Just about perfect! And wonderfully told. Perfection would have been a second, longer kiss :).
