A Mother's Valentine's Proposal

David jammed his key into the lock and gave it a sharp twist, shunting through the front door once it glided open. He nudged the door back as he stepped inside, wincing when a little too much momentum caused it to slam a touch harder than he had intended. He listened out for any signs of life, hoping he wouldn't have to explain his early return.

Trudging into the living room, David dropped a bouquet of roses and a box of reasonably expensive chocolates onto the coffee table, dropping bodily into the wide leather couch. Loosening the tie that constricted his throat, David watched the television with a despondent stare, not in the least bit interested in what he was watching.

"David? Honey? Are you back already?" the dazzling voice belonging to his mother called from the kitchen.

"Yeah," David replied with little more than a sigh, letting his head fall back against the backrest of the couch, realising that his luck had truly taken its leave.

Katherine Lithwell appeared in the doorway leading to the kitchen, still wearing her tailor-made work suit, with a black pencil skirt that put her shapely hips on complete display. David turned his head to look at her, captivated by the sight of the woman who achieved a level of effortless glamour that most women would have been envious of. Platinum blonde hair flowed across her shoulders, coiling towards the tips, adding a level of volume that provided her with a far more striking profile despite her shorter frame. In spite of his effort to avoid even thinking it, David couldn't ignore the way the blazer strained across her bust, with a silk white blouse practically moulded across her breasts, something that continually invoked lewd comments from his friends over the years, even as he prepared to leave for college in the summer.

She could have easily passed as someone in her late twenties, possessing a bubbly personality that could draw in even the most anti-social of people, with a level of charisma that made her one of the most desirable women David knew. His father certainly showed his appreciation for having such a coveted woman as his wife, taking every possible opportunity to hoist her away to the bedroom when their mutual desire became too irresistible, much to the embarrassment of David and his sisters.

"I thought you were going to meet Emily for Valentine's Day?" she questioned, with sympathy clear in her blue eyes when she spotted the discarded gifts. "Did something happen?"

"She said she had some sort of meeting with a college rep, a last minute change in her schedule," David moped, "I only found out just as I was driving up to the restaurant to meet her."

"And you worked so hard to plan everything out," Katherine walked over and dropped down next to David, wrapping a comforting arm across his shoulders, "she could have at least given you some prior warning."

"I guess, but I think she was just too excited about the prospect of getting an interview with an Ivy league university. Sounded like she just forgot about our date."

"If it helps, I never really liked her to begin with. She had a pompous air about her, like she was just too good to be near anyone she considered lesser," Katherine smiled, her eyes twinkled mischievously. "And that nasally voice of hers got on my nerves. I'm not even sure how you put up with her."

"She had come good qualities," David shrugged with a small smile, his embarrassment faded slightly with his mom's attempt to cheer him up.

"Not when she's standing you up because she feels that she has better things to do!" Katherine countered without hesitation. "Like I said, you're better off finding a girl who will appreciate you."

"I thought I was going to be alone here," David changed the subject, but not as eloquently as he would have liked. "Why are you home so early?"

"I hooked a big client last week, and I mean big. I think I've more than earned a few afternoons off for the time being," Katherine said. "Though, that doesn't really work out when I have nothing to do other than skulking around the house when your father isn't here. But what about you? It's still Valentine's Day, there must be some girl out in the wild just waiting for you to scoop them up?"

"I think I might just stay in," David sighed, resigning himself to a night of hiding away in his room, trying to find a way of living down the feeling of shame.

"Absolutely not!" Katherine fired back, snapping back to her feet, staring down at a surprised David with a look of utter determination. "You've been looking forward to this for weeks, you said so yourself. I refuse to allow you to let the day go to waste because Emily decided to go back on a promise."

"What else can I do?" David ran a frustrated hand across his face. "What are the chances of finding someone on Valentine's Day of all days who hasn't already been paired off? Or anyone who's just willing to go for a night out, for that matter?"

"What about me?" Katherine inquired, folding her arms beneath her chest.

"You? What do you mean?" David laughed at the absurdity, until he understood that she was being completely serious.

"I mean me, the woman standing right in front of you. Your father doesn't finish work until ten, his team's working on some new project, so he's stuck doing extensive research," Katherine continued. "My diary is free for the rest of the night, and I'd rather have a night on the town than being cooped up here."

"But you're my mom, I think that's a good enough reason to nix the idea. I wouldn't be able to show my face at school again if someone spotted us."

"Baby, we don't have to go to one of the local restaurants," Katherine laughed kindly, pulling her smartphone out, tapping the screen rapidly. "Look at that, the Sophocles Theater is showing Titanic for one night only."

"That old dump is still around? But that's on the other side of town," David said, but that familiar stubborn spark in her eyes was enough to tell David that his mom wouldn't give up so easily. "Not to mention how seedy it is, that place hasn't been renovated since the eighties. Hell, the last time we drove past it, they still had posters for E.T. hanging up near the front booth."

"It's part of its rustic aesthetic," Katherine grinned, knowing full well what sort of reputation the dilapidated theater had. "More importantly, it's far enough away that you won't have to worry about any of your friends catching us on a little date night. Come on, don't tell me you wouldn't like to go out with a beautiful older woman, you'd be the envy of anyone who sees us."

"I still don't know," David said hesitantly, ignoring the ever expanding grin that appeared on his mother's face, "you're still in your work clothes."

"Easily rectified," Katherine leaned down and kissed David on the cheek, darting over to the stairs in the landing, "just give me about an hour and I'll be ready to go. And remember, mister, I want that tie back on and that shirt buttoned up, I refuse to be seen with anything less than a dashing young man."

"I'll wait," David smiled, listening to the thundering sound of his mother's footsteps as she dashed up the stairs.

As she requested, David snapped his shirt buttons back together, then wrapped his tie back around his neck, taking a quick check in the hanging mirror to make sure he was back in fair shape. Satisfied with his appearance, David flicked through the channels, trying to find anything that could keep him distracted while he patiently waited.

His mother's estimate proved accurate, with the sound of her heels tapping against the wooden floor causing him to snap back up, brushing his suit jacket down in preparation. A silent gasp blew through his lips when she finally appeared in the doorway, genuinely amazed by the sight he was met with.

A black sequined bodycon dress hugged the curves she had worked so hard to maintain at her local gym, shoulderless with a skirt that fell just above her ankles, with a slit that ran up to her thigh to ensure her legs were always on display. A thin metal belt was wrapped tightly around her waist, accentuating the hourglass shape, bringing further attention to her ample breasts. A pair of glossy black platform Louboutin heels adorned her small feet and pushed her well above her shorter height, forcing her toned legs to take on a taut appearance and her alluring rear to thrust out.

Her oval face boasted only a small amount of make-up, enough to let her natural beauty shine through, with glistening ruby lipstick enhancing her succulent lips. Lightly applied blush brought out her naturally high cheek bones, black glitter eyeshadow helped to make her sapphire eyes pop. Her golden tresses were shaped into spiralling coils, all cascading over her bare shoulders and down her back, glowing in the light pouring in from the hallway.

"By the look on your face, I'd say that I've made an impression," Katherine observed, twisting to the side, running a hand down her spine and acoss the swell of her ass.

"You look so beautiful," David replied honestly, his skin turned a light shade of red when he realised what he had said.

"Aren't you sweet?" Katherine strutted over to David, teasing him with a subtle roll of her hips with each step. "It's always nice to hear that all the work I put into staying in shape hasn't been in vain. So, do you have anything for me?"

"What do you mean?" David followed his mom's finger as it pointed to the coffee table. David was quick to catch on, ducking down to retrieve the flowers and box of chocolates, presenting them to his mom with a shy smile.

"They smell lovely," Katherine held the bouquet to her nose, feeling the soft red petals tickling her face, "I'll have to put them into a vase as soon as we get back. But we'll need to set off as soon as possible if we want to get there in time for the final showing."

"Great," David said with little enthusiasm, not quite looking forward to the idea of being stuck in a stuffy old building watching Titanic of all movies.

"Hold on," Katherine stopped him in his tracks, cocking a hip as he turned back around. "You can't start a date without a kiss."

"Really?" David recieved an amused nod. Taking her advice, David walked back over to his mom, prepared to plant a chaste kiss on her cheek. But just when he leaned in, Katherine turned her head and pressed her lips to David's, touching his hand with the tips of her fingers. It began as a brief connection, taking David entirely by surprise when their lips opened and smacked together. David wasn't sure how much time passed by, but the unusually intimate moment came to a halt when his tongue developed a mind of its own and prodded his mom's pearly white teeth, hoping to gain entry to the warm orifice hidden behind them.

"A little eager there, baby," Katherine snorted softly, pushing her love-struck away with a gentle shove.

"I'm so sorry," David shook his head, letting sense reclaim control. "I don't know what got into me."

"I think it was more of a case of what you were trying to get into me," Katherine joked, pulling out a small cloth from her purse to wipe away the lipstick printed on David's lips. "Emily must have been holding out on you if you were that eager to stick your tongue down your mother's throat. Who knows, maybe you'll still get your chance."

A shaken David led the way out of the house and over to the drive, sliding into the driver's seat of his rust bucket of a car. He started up the engine after a few attempts, receiving a final comforting nod from his mom before rolling back onto the street. They took the short route across the freeway, watching the sun vanish beyond the horizon of the cityscape, until it was little more than an orange twinkle in the reflection of the glass coated skyscrapers in the distance.

Despite doing all he could to fight the urge, David couldn't stop his eyes from taking an occasional peek at his mom, focusing on her flawless legs as she regularly crossed and uncrossed them whenever she became uncomfortable. It was yet another moment where he was forced to concede that she was indeed a breath-taking woman, it made him understand to a certain extent why his father was so willing to show her off whenever he had the chance. A knock-out in every possible sense.

Taking the exit, David could tell how close they were to their destination, with the shabby state of the surrounding area of the city only worsening the further they went. It was a place that David had rarely ever visited, mainly due to the sort of unpleasant characters who could be found stalking the streets, scaring off any outsiders who dared to find themselves lost within the maze of pothole laden streets. It was hardly the most appropriate backdrop for a Valentine's Day night out, with a police cruiser screaming past only reinforcing David's skepticism.

They pulled into a shoddy parking lot, with a boarded up toll booth proving to be an ominous sight for the not-so worldly David, along with a burnt out SUV that had been raised up by a set of cinder blocks. Checking around for any undesirables, David hopped out and crossed over to the passenger side door, helping his mom out, extending a hand out to support her.

"Dashing and chivalrous, you're quickly becoming one of my favourite date night partners," Katherine took his hand graciously and stepped out onto the cracked surface, admiring her son's vigilance. "On the look out for any muggers?"

"Something like that," David answered vacantly, double checking the locks on his car. "Are you still sure about this? I've heard a lot of bad things about this place, I don't want to even risk someone laying a finger on you. Or... you know... "

"Taking advantage of an innocent woman in a dangerous area?" Katherine finished what David left unsaid, with a good idea of what sort of thoughts were going through his head, not helped in the least by the racy dress hugging her body. She ran her hand across his chest soothingly when he gave her a shallow nod. "David, we're only going to watch a romantic, I hardly think any psychos who prey on vulnerable women would be anywhere near a place showing romantic movies all day, not really their kind of scene. Besides, they wouldn't dare try anything while I have my knight in shining armour close by. Alright?"

"Maybe you're right," David shrugged, wincing when his mother wrapped her arm around his, guiding them both out of the lot and over to the theater.

Just as he remembered, the theater had seen far better days. The shrivelled E.T. poster still stood in place, barely visible due to years of extensive sun damage, causing the colours to become heavily faded. The sign perched on the roof was only illuminated by the few bulbs that still worked, with the others either broken from old age, or shattered by local youths pelting them with stones. The couple strolled up to the exterior booth, waiting for the bored teen on the opposite side to lift his face away from his phone.

"Yeah?" the teller acknowledged them with a decisively bored tone, only showing a flicker of excitement when he looked up to find Katherine leaning against the glass.

"Hello there, my date and I were hoping to catch the final showing of Titanic," Katherine winked at the teen, "I hope we're in time for it."

"Er, yeah, starts in about five minutes," the teller said, brazenly staring at Katherine's cleavage as he slid a pair of ticket stubs through the thin gap, almost missing the open cash register when he went to tuck away the bills he received from the blonde. "You've got the confectionery stand inside if you want something to eat during the movie."

"Thank you," Katherine said, slipping her hand into David's.

"The nerve of that kid, he wasn't even trying to hide his staring," David whispered once they were out of earshot, glaring at the back of the booth, "he looked half ready to shove his hands through the glass just to cop a feel."

"Have a little sympathy, David. I imagine he's stuck in that box for most of his shift, with just his phone to keep him entertained," Katherine explained. "He can't help it if a beautiful woman comes along and gives him a distraction from the monotony."

They stepped through the heavy doors and found the confectionery stand, but discovered it was little more than a worn old bar that specialized mainly in different varieties of popcorn, though the lack of functioning heaters meant that they were stuck with a box of popcorn that was cold to the touch. David insisted on paying and navigated the path through the claustrophobic corridors, eventually arriving at the second screen.

The lights just started to dim when they entered inside, forcing them to feel their way around. Fortunately, with the tiny number of people in attendance, the pair had their choice of the vacant seats, deciding that the rows towards the back would be the most ideal, providing them with a decent amount of privacy from the other movie goers. They settled into their seats just as the movie started, filling the room with an orchestral theme that vibrated the worn old seats.

For the most part, David and his mom watched on in silence, content with sharing the occasional joke depending on the scene on the screen. David positioned the box of popcorn on his lap, taking small handfuls at a time, grimacing when the cold buttery taste hit his lips. It wasn't exactly what he initially had in mind for the occasion, but seeing the look on his mom's face was enough to make the alteration worth it.

On more than one occasion, David felt his mom's hand reach over to the popcorn box, missing the rim completely and instead bumping against his lap. At first, he took it as an innocent mistake, the result of the lack of any lighting other than that produced by the projector. But as the movie progressed, the abrupt contact became more frequent, until David was confident that she was deliberately moving her hand along his thigh, reaching higher with each bump.

Shamefully, David felt himself growing harder by the second, triggered by the delicate caresses running along his inner thigh. He rationalized it as the result of a lack of intimate contact with his newly confirmed ex-girlfriend in recent weeks, that any contact at all could stir his loins. But there was no getting away from the fact that he was acutely aware of who it was that was directly responsible for his rapidly growing erection, he couldn't get away from the knowledge of his mom being the culprit.

He kept his mouth shut, still genuinely believing that he was just reaching the wrong conclusion, that there was an innocent explanation that justified her fumbling. The last thing he wanted was to bring up what could easily become an awkward conversation, especially on what was meant to be an innocent movie night.

However, any doubts he had were proved redundant when his mom's fingers dropped down between his legs, nestling themselves right on top of his bulge. No longer could he explain away what she was doing, not when her shiny red nails lightly brushed themselves around the approximate area where his cock-head strained against his suit pants. He turned his head slightly, as if expecting to see some devilish expression on her face. Instead, the blue glow emanating from a scene of an oceanic vista allowed him to get a clear view of her, finding her to still be firmly glued to the screen.

"M-Mom, your hand is- "

"Shush," Katherine hushed gently, still not turning her head towards him, but the wry grin was unmistakable. "The best part's coming up."

David knew at that moment that her movements were calculated. He tried to ignore her, wondering if it was just her way of pulling a light hearted -- if a little raunchy -- prank on him. Yet, her fingers began to run along his covered shaft, squeezing it hard enough for him to feel it through his suit pants. What started as playful teasing quickly morphed into something far beyond what David could have expected, with the sharp sound of his fly being undone sending the blood in his body to rush to his cock, which throbbed so hard that it was impossible to believe that his mom didn't notice.