The next morning my alarm woke me at 7:30. I showered and shaved and went downstairs to the kitchen.
Mum was already up, making breakfast.
"Good Morning Mark" she said cheerfully, "I've made your breakfast."
I had a Saturday job as a cashier at the local petrol station from 9 till 4 so I had to go out. My father was away on business in Germany and he wouldn't be back until the middle of next week, so there were just the two of us at the table. When we had finished breakfast I got up from the table to get ready for work.
As I was about to go out of the door, mum called after me "Don't forget we're going out with Geoff and Claire at 7:00 tonight."
"I won't," I replied and I left to walk to work. The day seemed to drag by, it was really boring so I was glad when my relief arrived at 4 so I could go home. I sat down and watched the TV for a while and almost forgot the time until my mother came downstairs.
"How do I look" she asked? "I wouldn't want to embarrass you having to be seen out with an old lady like me."
"You're not an old lady mum" I said, "You still turn heads and may I say you are looking particularly lovely tonight."
She was wearing a dark green blouse and a slightly flared knee length black skirt with tan tights and black medium heeled shoes. That comment about how nice she looked wasn't just flattery, she really did look very attractive indeed. Mum is 38 years old, although she could easily pass for her late 20's or very early 30's. She has dark auburn shoulder length hair (she hates it if I call it ginger) and beautiful green eyes. She is a little shorter than Claire at just over 5'4" and is a little more curvy with really nice breasts.
When she makes an effort, as she had tonight, she looks stunning and tonight that blouse emphasised what lovely pair of breasts she had. She looked really great.
I don't think I had ever really thought about my mother sexually before, most of my thoughts in that direction were aimed at Geoff's mother, Claire, but what I had said to Geoff last night came back into my mind. I had told him to stop looking at Claire as his mum and see her for what she was, a beautiful woman. Now I did the same and although deep down I had always known my mother was beautiful, tonight she was breathtaking. I could even make out the bumps her nipples made, under her top. It was no wonder that Geoff fancied her.
I suddenly realized I was staring and I quickly looked away. Luckily I don't think she noticed, if she had, maybe she just thought I was looking at what she was wearing.
"You are looking really lovely, Mum" I said. "But I had better go and get ready too, hadn't I?"
When I came down, mum checked me over and said "Yes I think you'll do." She handed me her car keys. "It's my turn to have a drink tonight, you went out for a drink last night so tonight you are on the soft drinks because I have just nominated you as the designated driver for this evening."
We got in the car and I drove up the road to Claire's house. Geoff must have been watching for us because he opened the door as I stopped outside. "Oh No" he said as he greeted us with a big grin on his face, "Don't tell me we are going to have to endure your driving tonight?"
"Someone has to drive and as you haven't got a licence, mum thought it might be better if it was me" I replied, poking at what I knew was a sore point for him. While I had passed 'the test' first time, he had failed his first driving test and was still taking lessons.
He ushered us in saying that his mum was still getting ready. We had been chatting for a few minutes when I heard Claire moving around upstairs, then her footsteps coming down the stairs. I turned to look as she entered the room. She was wearing a very pretty dress that came just below her knee, and a lovely cream jacket. Her hair and makeup were immaculate. She also had on dark - Probably tights but I hoped they might be stockings - and medium heels.
Claire in black stockings had been a recurring fantasy of mine. If they were stockings I wondered for a moment if she would be wearing a suspender belt or if they were 'hold-ups'. [Oh No! I have to stop thinking like that or I will be in real trouble tonight]
"WOW" I exclaimed, "If I had known you would look that good I would have asked you out ages ago."
"Easy there tiger" said mum, "Remember your manners."
Geoff was grinning all over his face. He took hold of my mum's hand and said, "It's alright, that's exactly the same reaction I had when you stepped out of the car Mrs Peters. I just managed to restrain myself a bit better than Mark did. May I say you are looking absolutely stunning tonight."
Mum looked quite pleased and even blushed a little at his complement.
"Are we all ready to go" Claire asked?
Geoff joked that she was the one we had all been waiting for. Then he said "As it appears Mark is tonight's 'designated driver' perhaps we should all be wearing crash helmets." I laughed and said that this was all mums idea and I thought it was part of a dastardly plot to make sure I didn't drink too much.
Claire smiled at me and raised her eyebrow as if accessing how I was dressed. Immediately my insides did a flip: -
[Oh God! 'Control Mark - Control'. That's not a good start. Think about something else quick. 'The maths exam' - 'Doing the handover readings at the petrol station' - 'Washing my socks' - Anything except her! Oh no she is smiling at me - She knows! She must know. Why did I agree to this . . . . Geoff was right. Has he noticed and now he's laughing at me? . . . . No, it's OK - it doesn't look as if he has noticed!]
"Before we go out I think we should establish some rules for the evening" said Claire. "First of all, Marie and I would rather not have everyone thinking that the only date we can get is with our sons. Let us keep some dignity at least. We therefore insist that the terms 'Mum', Mrs Peters and 'Mrs Harris' are out. Those words are banned for the evening. Is that understood boys?"
Geoff and I both nodded.
"Tonight we are Claire and Marie, who are on a foursome date with you two handsome young men, Mark and Geoff. Is everyone OK with that?"
We all nodded our agreement. [I didn't dare speak. Talking about it with Geoff last night was one thing, but this was something else, this was actually happening, I was going out - with Claire - on a date . . . She had just said it was 'a date'.]
"Good" said Claire, [Oh God she's looking at me] "Now, if we all see this evening as 'a date', I suggest that from his moment we should consider our normal 'Mother and Son' relationships are suspended, we are all just friends. Geoff your date for tonight is Marie, while Mark is with me. We expect both of you to behave like gentlemen and a gentleman certainly wouldn't leave his 'date' for the evening to 'chat up' another lady would he? A gentleman also wouldn't 'kiss and tell' either, so just in case a little discretion should be required; as I understand it the relevant saying is, 'What happens in Vegas - Stays in Vegas'. Is that clear to everyone?"
Once again we nodded, but Geoff and I looked at each other. I could see he was as surprised as I was by his mother implying that tonight might be more than just a dance with our respective mothers. The thing that really shocked me was that my mother had nodded quite enthusiastically and didn't even appear surprised at what Claire had said. Had they talked about these 'rules' beforehand I wondered?
The next surprise was when we got to the car. Claire opened the front passenger door and got in while Marie got into the back with Geoff. As I helped Claire to fasten her seat belt our hands touched and she smiled at me again. [Stay calm: Think about your driving. You'll get through this evening. It's too late to run so you have to.]
Mum had booked a table for tonight's dinner/dance at 'The Castle Hotel'. Their restaurant had a very good reputation but it was a little way out of town. I think we all felt a bit awkward for a few minutes, [some more than others], but once we were seated at our table with a drink we relaxed and it just felt natural somehow, us being out together.
Because I was driving I was restricted to soft drinks, but the other three started the evening with quite a strong drink. The most surprising thing to me was that Mum ordered a Vodka and Orange. She doesn't usually drink spirits.
During the meal, while I was on a weak lager shandy (more lemonade than lager), the other three went through two bottles of wine and by the end of the evening, were well into the third bottle. Marie had drunk at least four glasses of wine during the evening, as well as that Vodka and Orange when we arrived. This too was very unusual because she usually restricted herself to just one or at most two glasses of wine with her meal.
There was a decent sized dance floor and a very good four piece band who were playing traditional ballroom dance music. I was suddenly very glad that mum had made me take those ballroom dancing lessons when I was at school, because between courses we all spent some time on the dance floor and after a couple of dances I really began to get back into the swing of it. I wasn't just shuffling around the floor, I was actually leading my partner. At first we swapped around a bit, sometimes dancing with our own mothers, but very soon it was obvious that Geoff and Marie had 'paired off' and had become a couple for the evening, not only on the dance floor but at the table too, even moving their chairs so they were sitting closer together and I was pretty sure they were holding hands under the table.
That was fine by me because it meant I was now spending more time with Claire as my 'date', although I didn't dare hold her hand. We were also doing quite a bit of dancing and I was loving the feel of holding her body close to mine, although I did have to keep my mind on my dancing - not to mention 'washing my socks'.