We rode the short distance to the bar and I parked the bike in front. I dismounted, walked to the door and held it open for Mom. As she walked up to me she seemed to come to a sudden decision. With a very serious look on her face she stopped directly in front of me, and looked me in the eye.
"This is probably going to sound very strange to you baby." She started very slowly and somewhat self-consciously. "But, if it's alright with you, lets make this like it's a real date. You just treat me like I'm a gal your out for a night on the town with and I'll treat you like you're my guy." She continued with an uncertain smile.
She seemed to figure that I was going to object to her suggestion and she continued urgently, "I know it sounds strange, perverse maybe, for a young man to take his old mother on a date, and I wouldn't blame you for telling me to take my idea and stuff it. But believe me if you do this, I will make it worth your while."
She realized how that last statement sounded and a flush crossed her face before she amended it with, "What I mean is I'm sure you'll enjoy it."
That last statement of hers was little better than the first and I had to chuckle, "So your going make it worth my while are you huh? Don't make any promises you can live up too sweetheart."
Actually, to tell the truth the prospect of play-acting a date with Mom sounded a bit exciting to me. Mom was a very attractive woman and I always wanted to date someone like her, so why not her. The fact that I wouldn't be getting into her pants at the end of the night was a bit of a given. But the reality that I would be the envy of every guy in the place was also a given.
"Sounds like a blast to me Mom." I gushed with a certain level of excitement in my voice.
"And for gods sake don't call me Mom. My name is Sarah, just call me that, or baby, or honey, or sexy but not Mom." She said with a mischievous smile. Then she added with a wink, "I definitely prefer 'sexy' by the way."
I felt the excitement of the play and stammered, "Sure M... I mean sexy."
"That's my boy." She said with a grin and then she leaned forward and placed a warm kiss on my lips.
We walked through a second set of doors and into the dimly lit interior of Sonny's bar. The place was almost empty. A couple of the local denizens sat at the bar nursing drinks and watching the TV.
The bartender was behind the bar cleaning glasses, as we walked toward the bar he looked up and said, "Hey Kenny, good to see ya."
"A regular here huh?' Mom said under her breath.
"Be quiet wench." I replied and I grabbed her by the ass.
This elicited a glare from her and she mouthed, "Watch it!" at me.
I stepped up to the bar and the bartender placed a coaster in front of me. "Ya want the usual?" He said as he slipped a coaster in front of Mom.
"Naw Fred, I'm riding instead of driving tonight. Just make it a Budweiser." I responded.
"So you're riding your Milwaukee vibrator tonight huh?" He said with a grin, "That should be fun for your lovely date here."
He pulled a Bud from the cooler, popped the cap and put it down in front of me. Then he turned to my mother and asked, "What would the lovely lady like to drink?"
"The lovely lady would love a Margarita on the rocks, no salt. And, if you have it, make it with Cuervo Gold and use Grand Marnier in place of Triple Sec." She said with a grin.
"I have and I will." Fred replied as he pulled a bucket from the glass rack and filled it with ice.
While Fred mixed her drink Mom turned to me and asked "Milwaukee vibrator? What's that?"
Overhearing her, Fred interjected before I could respond, "Milwaukee vibrator, also know as a Harley Davidson Motorcycle. Probably the largest and most expensive sex toy in the world. Guaranteed to bring satisfaction to even the most difficult to please women."
He looked up from building the drink to look appraisingly at my mother, then he grinned and said with a laugh, "Gotcha huh?
His humorous laugh made me sit up and take notice. I looked appraisingly at Mom and realized that she was practically glowing red with embarrassment.
"Don't worry," Fred said, "I won't tell anybody if Kenny doesn't." Then he put the margarita in front of Mom and said, "Drinks on the house."
"Thank you." Mom said as she lifted the drink to her lips. "Very good." She exclaimed.
"Why thank you." Fred said with a little bow as he walked away.
I put a fiver on the bar and motioned Mom to a booth in the back of the bar. As I walked toward the booth with Mom in tow I said over my shoulder, "Could you make us a couple of burgers with everything? No hurry, just when you get a chance."
"Sure thing, be right on it." Fred replied from behind us.
I let Mom sit down and then slid in across from her. "Why are you sitting so far away? Come on ever here baby so we can talk." She said sweetly.
I slid in next to her, lifted my beer to my lips and took a sip, and then I put my hand on hers and gave it a small, gentle squeeze. "It's alright Mom, I mean Sarah."
"What is?" She stammered.
"Enjoying the ride." I said with a chuckle and a leering grin. "Made ya wet, huh?" I continued with an evil chuckle.
"Yeah, it did." She reluctantly admitted. Then she cast me an evil look and continued, "But he didn't have to be so pointed in his statement." She huffed.
"It's all in fun." I chuckled, "Now drink your drink and relax."
"I'm already pretty relaxed." She whispered as she lifted the drink to her lips and took a healthy tug.
My mother was a very attractive woman of thirty-seven. She had red hair that was pretty disheveled if she didn't make it to the beauty shop every week to have it styled. She wore it long and right now had it styled like Jaclyn Smith from Charlie's Angels.
Her skin was very fair, almost translucent, so if she got embarrassed or mad it fairly glowed red. She stood close to five foot nine inches and looked a lot like Dyan Cannon only with more in the breast area.
Mom was a senior in high school when she met Dad during a visit to a prospective college. She was one of those brilliant students that they passed probably too rapidly through school and was only fifteen as a high school senior. Despite her youth her body had been as well developed as her intellect and she looked nothing like the average fifteen year old does.
Dad was a junior in college at the time and had been very taken by her. He swears to this day that he didn't know how young she was when he met her and wooed her while she stayed in the dorm on campus for that weekend.
I guess that Mom fell for him like a ton of bricks, 'love at first sight' she would always say, and went to the local drive in with him. They had one torrid, cherry busting night in the back seat of a Chevy convertible and I was on my way.
Mom went home after that weekend, graduated from high school, and then had me. She made no attempt to communicate her condition to my father, figuring that he probably wouldn't care anyway. However, somehow, one of Dads friends got the news from one of his girl friends and told Dad that he was the proud father of an eight-pound bouncing baby boy.
Dad immediately found out where Mom lived, drove to Mom's parents house, proposed, and they were married the following week. I don't know whether he married her out of love, guilt, or a sense of duty, but in any way the deed was done and we were a family.
I watched Mom take another sip of her drink. I could definitly see how dad would be attracted to her. Even at this stage of her life she definitely was a stone cold fox and if she weren't my mother I would sure as hell jump her if given the opportunity.
At this point in my life I loved all sorts of women. Big, small, short, tall, older, younger, married, or single, it didn't really matter as long as they were female, clean and of legal age.
In recent months, I had ended up in the sack a couple of times with women around my mothers' age and I had definitely discovered the allure of sex with older, more experienced gals.
I took another sip from my long neck and watched Mom gazing around the room. I truly tried to keep my focus on her face but my eyes couldn't help but wander along her alluring contours, especially her exceptional breasts. I remembered the feel of her bare breast against my hand the other morning and my dick commenced to harden.
I felt a wave of guilt and remorse at my perverse thoughts. But that quickly passed to be replaced by a deep-seated desire to possess the body that sat beside me tonight.
It was then that I knew that if given the opportunity and a few more drinks I would probably attempt to jump her tonight.
I leaned back in the booth and stretched my arm along the back of the booth. My fingers gently stroked the back of Mom's neck. Her skin felt so soft and smooth beneath my touch.
I felt my heart rate climb as my fingers moved gently across her soft skin. If she had been a real date I would have gently pulled her to me and kissed her softly, yet passionately.
