As Lee and Jenny were getting ready to take Alan out for dinner, Jenny was both excited and nervous and more than a little worried. "I hope Alan won't be disappointed with the 'present' we have in mind for him," she said. "I know he had his heart set on a new car. And what if he freaks out about having sex with his mother? Or with you, for that matter. What if he's not interested in getting it on with another guy? What if he thinks I'm too old to fuck?"
"Aw, Honey," Lee chuckled. "I can assure you he won't think you're 'too old' for anything. I've seen how he looks at you when he thinks you don't know he's watching. Especially when you're laying around the pool in your bikini or walking around in those sheer night gowns you like to wear. I've seen the size of that bulge in his shorts a few times and I really doubt that there will be a problem with that, so stop worrying about it."
"And as far as the car is concerned, I guess I'd forgotten to tell you, but I'm having a new car delivered to the restaurant for him this evening. I think that when we hand him the keys, he'll be up for just about anything, don't you?"
"Oh, God, I hope you're right," she sighed. "I've been so damn hot all day, just thinking about fucking that gorgeous son of ours."
"Honey, you're so goddamn sexy in that outfit you'll have half the guys around with their tongues hanging down to their knees wanting a piece of you," he laughed.
"You're just prejudiced," Jenny grinned at him. But she had taken a lot of care with her appearance for this special night. She'd gone shopping at her favorite boutique and selected a cute little number that showed as much of her lovely breasts and long legs as she thought she could get away with and not be arrested for "indecent exposure." She wasn't wearing anything under the dress but a garter belt and matching nylons. Taking one final look at her image in the mirror, she had to admit to herself that she really wasn't a bad looking "old broad" for all her 36 years.
As the three of them headed for the car, Alan held the passenger door open for his mother and immediately felt a twinge in his balls at the sight of his Mom's legs as he helped her into the car. Jenny slid over in the center and patted the seat next to her. "Here, Alan," she smiled. "Sit up front with us." She, too, felt a surge of excitement when she noticed him eyeing her long, shapely legs. As she slid across the seat, the hem of her dress rose higher on her thighs, exposing the tops of her stockings.
Driving into town, Jenny rested her hands lightly on her son's and her handsome husband's knees. She forgot her earlier worries as it was obvious that Alan couldn't keep his eyes off of her deep cleavage and tanned legs. Taking his hand in hers, she placed it on her thigh, just below the top of her nylons and squeezed it gently before moving her hand back to Alan's leg. Lee smiled his approval and ran his hand up her other leg as he, too, noticed Alan's interest in his mother's exposed boobs.
Lee had made reservations for them in one of the finest restaurants in town and specifically requested one of the raised, circular booths that would assure them the maximum amount of privacy during their meal. As they slid into the soft leather couch surrounding the table, Jenny made sure her skirt again rode to the tops of her stockings.
"Can we have some wine with dinner, Dad?" pleaded Alan. "I am eighteen, you know."
"I don't think that's a good idea, Alan," his father replied. "You know the legal age for drinking alcohol is twenty-one. Besides, I've got a few bottles of champaign on ice at home and we wouldn't want you getting smashed and passing out on us, now would we?" he kidded his disappointed son.
Being only partially mollified, Alan did not press the point and cheerfully began considering the extensive and very expensive menu items, trying to decide on what he most wanted to eat. "Other than Mom's pussy, that is," he thought to himself and immediately blushed at this incestuous fantasy and hoped that his parents wouldn't notice his embarrassment.
But Jenny had noticed! She also noticed the beginnings of a hard on causing his trousers to bulge slightly in the front.
"My, my, Big Guy! What caused that?" she teased, only adding to his discomfort.
"N-N-Nothing," he stammered. "It's just kinda warm in here I guess. Do I really have to keep this stupid tie on? It's squeezing the blood to my face…"
"Nice try, Tiger," laughed his father. "I think I can assure you it's going to get a lot hotter before the night's out."
Alan still wasn't sure what his Dad was hinting at and the slight bulge in his pants grew another centimeter or two as he thought about what he hoped he meant. But before he could respond with any questions, the waiter came to take their order.
As they progressed through the lavish dinner, his parents kept up a running dialogue of witty and teasing small talk laced with innuendos and double entendres that had him more and more convinced that they were planning on seducing him when they got home. Adding to that "growing" conviction was the fact that his mother had, again, taken his hand and placed it on the exposed portion of her thigh just above her stockings and pressed it tight against her leg, obviously encouraging him to go even higher. His Dad smiled at him as he did just that and discovered, much to his delight that he mother wasn't wearing any panties and that her pussy lips were soft and moist against his probing fingers.
Jenny thought she was going to cum for sure as her darling son touched her pussy for the first time. Being a "screamer" when she came, she giggled to herself at the thought of what the reaction of the other patrons would be to that! Fortunately, just at that moment, the waiter arrived with their check and she was spared the potential embarrassment.
As Lee got out his credit card to pay the bill, he handed Alan the parking stub and suggested that he go have the valet get their car.
"Sure, Dad," Alan replied as he reluctantly removed his hand from between his mother's legs and tried to adjust his pants so that his straining cock wouldn't be quite so obvious to everyone in the restaurant. "I'll see you outside."
As Alan waited for the valet to return with their car, he didn't notice that his parents had walked out behind him and were standing back to watch his reaction to what was about to occur.
The valet, who had cheerfully run off with the parking stub drove up in front of him in a brand new, gleaming red, Mustang convertible with the top down and holding the driver side door open for him, said, "Here you go, sir! Nice car."
"There must be some mistake," stammered the young man. "That's not our car, though I sure wish to hell it was," he added enviously.
"Aren't you Alan Sandee?" asked the valet. When Alan nodded the driver went on, "Well then, according to the name on the key ring and the title to this baby, this is your car, you lucky dude."
Taking the proffered keys, the thoroughly puzzled boy looked up to see his parents standing there with huge grins on their faces. "What's the matter, kid?" teased his father. "Don't you like it? Not the wrong color is it?"
"Dad, are you serious?" he exclaimed. "You mean it's really my car? Oh, wow… I can't believe it. It's beautiful. You said I might be able to get a car before I left for college, but this is just way cool. I only dreamed of something like this."
"Well," his father chuckled, "Dreams do have a way of coming true sometimes. Why don't you drive your mother home and I'll follow in our car?"
"Cool," laughed the excited young man. He bowed to his smiling Mom as he held the passenger door for her. "Milady, may I offer you a ride to our castle in my magical chariot?"
"Why, thank you, young sir," Jenny replied with a devilish grin. "I'd be delighted to accept your offer of a 'ride'. Alan wasn't sure she had meant that as a double entendre either. But he was just too wound up and exuberant to give it much thought at the moment.
Running around and crawling behind the wheel of the powerful car, Alan was pleased to note the valet enjoying the sight of his mothers shapely legs as she swung them into the bucket seat and again allowed her skirt to climb as high as the young man's eyebrows. "Eat your heart out," thought Alan happily. "She's all mine! Well, mine and Dad's anyway."
As Alan carefully pulled out of the parking lot and turned towards home, Jenny leaned over and kissed him on the side of his neck. "Do you really like the car?" she purred. "Was it the surprise you were hoping for?"
"Well, to be honest, it isn't," Alan replied with a grin. "Don't get me wrong, I love the car. But I kept thinking about what Grampa and Grandma gave Dad for his eighteenth birthday and I was kinda hoping that's what I was getting, too."
"From your Grampa and Grandma?" she teased as she began to tickle his neck and ear with her fingernail. Her skirt had ridden completely up around her waist as she twisted around in the seat and her shaved pussy was clearly visible to her horny young son in the soft light from the dashboard.