I walked in the front door and said, "Hey Mom, I'm home!"
"I'm not quite ready Dear. Get yourself ready and I'll be out in a minute." She called from down the hall.
I stopped next to Mom's door and tried the knob. It was locked; it wasn't like Mom to lock her door. As I started to walk away I heard her voice coming from her room. "You can't see me till I'm ready. Now shoo and get yourself even more handsome than you normally are. I want to be on the town with the sexiest and most handsome man around."
I laughed at that statement and replied, "In that case I'll need a few hours to get ready." And I walked on down the hall to my room.
I shucked off my clothing and tossed them into the basket with all my other dirty clothes. Then I walked into the shower and started the hot water running. The sound of the shower brought back memories of this morning with my mother naked in the bathroom and me watching from my bed.
My cock began to harden at the memory of her luscious appearance, and unconsciously I began to knead it with my calloused hand. I closed my eyes while I slowly stroked and for a few seconds I was absorbed in a much too realistic fantasy.
In this brief fantasy my mother stepped out of the steamy shower. She was completely nude save for a towel wrapped around her hair. She reached for her robe, draped it casually over her shoulders, and then turned to see me gawking at her loveliness.
She smiled a broad inviting smile as she turned completely toward me. We looked into each other's eyes for a second and then her intense gaze moved from my face to my body. Her eyes traveled over my chest and stomach before stopping to stare transfixed at my now very rigid member.
Her tongue flicked across her lips and she took a tentative step toward me. As she moved nearer to me she reached down and gently took my rigid staff in her soft, wet hand. "Mmmm, I think you want me." She stated softly.
As I was about to reply she suddenly vanished and I was left very alone in my bathroom stroking my now very rigid appendage. Feeling vaguely unsettled by the vision that I had just experienced I took several deep breathes and shook my head slowly to clear the mind.
I stuck my hand under the showerhead and then turned on the cold to make a comfortable mix for my shower. Stepping into the shower I lathered up and washed off all the grime, grease, and semen from today's adventures.
As I washed my hair I could have sworn that I heard my bedroom door open and close. I rinsed the soap out of my eyes and put my face against the frosted glass of the shower stall, I saw nothing going on in my room so I went back to my shower and soon I was clean as a whistle.
After the shower I shaved and put on my Mother's favored after shave, then I stepped into the bedroom and started getting dressed. I pulled my boxers out of the drawer, fished out a pair of socks too, and tossed them on the bed. Then I went to the closet to get my party clothes out. They weren't much, but they got me by.
When I opened the door I got quite a surprise. There, hanging next to my old duds was a brand new suit, and not just any brand new suit. It was a burnt orange Italian cut three-piece suit just like the one I was looking at when Mom and I went to the mall just a week or two ago.
Pinned to the collar of the suit coat was a note. The note read, "Thanks for the call this morning. It got all the girls in the office chattering. They think that you are some debonair stranger that I met at the disco last night. I told them about our night out, but I didn't bother to tell them that you were my son though. Aren't I wicked? I know that you wanted this suit and didn't think we could afford it. Well I think that we can't afford not to get it. I was thinking all day of how handsome you looked in the suit and so I stopped at the mall and picked it up for you on the way home. I hope you like it." I looked at the suit and then back at the note it was signed, "Your Best Girl, Sarah" Below the signature was a P.S., it read, "I also got a shirt for you, I hope you like it too."
I took the suit out of the closet and pulled the plastic off of it. Then I unwrapped the shirt and lay it out on the bed. I pulled the trousers on and they fit almost perfectly. I put on the shirt, tucked it into the waistband of the trousers and turned to look at myself in the mirror. I looked like some pop star or something. I put on the vest and adjusted the back before slipping on the jacket. The suit felt perfect on me and made me feel like somebody very special.
I turned to the mirror and looked at myself. I flipped the collar of the shirt out over the collar of the suit jacket and turned first one and then the next. I almost couldn't believe that it was I standing there. They say that the clothes make the man and if that is true these clothes made me a pop star.
I sat down on the edge of my bed and slipped on my platform shoes. Then standing up I looked at myself again, "Hey, you look pretty sharp." I said to the stranger in my mirror.
I went back into the bathroom and brushed my hair and teeth before heading for the door to my room. I opened the door and stepped out in the hall where I got the shock of my life.
Standing in the hall next to my mother's room was a beautiful young woman dressed in a very revealing black disco dress.
The dress was practically off the shoulder with spaghetti straps and a very low cut bodice that revealed a broad expanse of shoulder and swelling cleavage. The dress itself ended in what was called a handkerchief hem I think and fell to just below the knees. Below the hem were revealed a very shapely pair of legs ending in a pair of delicate feet encased in a pair of black high heels.
Traveling back up her shapely body I realized that she had long red hair that was styled off the shoulder and showed off her very sexy neck. I moved my gaze to her face and gazed first at her crimson lips, then her green eyes.
Looking into her lovely eyes I detected a bright twinkle of amusement that disturbed me for some reason. As I gazed at her in vague consternation, her crimson lips split into a broad smile, exposing a broad expanse of perfect teeth.
"You act like you don't even recognize me, sweetheart." She said laughingly.
"I almost didn't Sarah." I stammered uncomfortably. "Damn, you're beautiful. Maybe we should stay home so that I can have you all to myself this evening."
Her skin glowed a faint pink of embarrassment and she replied, "Mmmm, that idea is very tempting. But, if we did that I wouldn't be able to show off my handsome and very sexy beau."
She paused for a second, while she looked me up and down. As she appraised me I thought that I detected a very non-maternal look in her eyes, but I was probably mistaken. Then she continued musingly, "But thank you very much for the compliment and the sentiment baby."
I bowed deeply and replied, "My pleasure my lady." Then I looked her up and down again and said, "But the sentiment is oh so true. Once we're out on the town I am going to have to fight for your attentions. You're going to have so many men hanging around you that you'll probably forget all about me." I faked a frown and then laughed.
"Don't worry baby. You are all the man that I'll need tonight." She said melodiously as she stepped toward me. She stopped inches from me and placed a warm kiss on my lips. "You are so very sweet darling." She said warmly as she turned and put her arm through mine. She pulled her body tight against my arm and walked me down the hall and into the living room.