Getting home from work I let myself into the house, smiling at the music playing, it was great that Mom was getting back to normal. I went through to the kitchen where Mom was cooking and moving gently to the music.
"Hi Mom, what's cooking?" I said kissing her on the cheek."
"Hi hon, just something simple, how was your day?" She asked, "Would you open the wine please?"
"Fine, been a busy one, yes, will do." I replied.
After the meal, as usual I did the washing up, then went and sat with Mom, finishing the wine.
"Darling, it's your twentieth in a couple of weeks, what would you like?" She asked.
"Oh, nothing thanks Mom." I replied.
"Sweetie, we missed your eighteenth because of Dad passing, I'd like to make it up, anything, within reason, and it's yours." She said.
(Dad had died just before my eighteenth.)
"Um, can I think on it please?" I asked.
"Of course, honey, but don't leave it till the last moment, I know you!" She chuckled.
A couple days later I said to Mom. "Remember you asked what I would like for my birthday?" Looking up she nodded. "Well, what I'd really like is to take this girl on a special date, a meal at that posh restaurant we used to go to followed by a show."
"Oh, honey that's great, I didn't know you were dating, who is she?"
"Uh, mom!" Was my response.
She laughed and said, "Sorry honey I didn't mean to embarrass you, if you're sure, it's a deal."
"Thanks Mom, you're a star." I said kissing her cheek.
A few days later Mom gave me an envelope, In it a voucher for a meal for two, including wine, also tickets for the show, a box no less! Also cash, for taxi's.
Giving Mom a hug and kiss I said, "Mom, that's brilliant! Thanks so much."
"Pleasure, hon, I did think that the show you asked for seems rather risquΓ©, I hope your date will be ok with it, by the way what's her name and will I meet her?" She asked.
"Er, I haven't asked her yet." I replied.
"Honey, don't leave it until the last minute, your birthday is only four days away." She exclaimed.
"I'll speak to her tomorrow Mom, I promise." I said.
The next evening, Mom asked "Well, did you ask?"
"Er, um not yet, Mom, but I will."
She rolled her eyes, and said, "Honestly Kevin."
About half an hour later, I called for Mom to come to the sitting room.
"Mom, I want you to meet the girl I want to ask out." I said.
Looking round Mom said, "What do you mean Kevin, there's no one here?"
"Mom, come here," I pulled her in front of the mirror over the fireplace. "That's who I want to be my date, will you be my date, please Mom?"
"Kevin! Me, but I'm your mother, you don't want to take an old lady out!" She exclaimed, her hand over her mouth.
"You are not even forty, and you are the lady I want to go on my special date. no one else." I said.
"Why, honey, why?" She asked.
"Mom, since we lost Dad you have moped about, but in the last month or so I have seen the old you emerging, but you haven't dated, so as I don't have girl friend, I hoped that I could persuade you, what do you say?" I asked.
She looked at me for what seemed like ages, then said, "Oh, honey, I'd love to be your date, thank you!" She hugged me tight.
The next few days I was walking on air, and she hadn't said anything about the show!
My birthday arrived, work as usual, I rushed home in the evening to get ready, heard Mom's shower going, so showered, shaved and dressed, I went downstairs, after about ten minutes the sound of a horn outside..
"Mom, taxi is here." I called.
"Coming honey." With that she appeared at the top of the stairs, did a twirl, "Well?" She asked.
All I could say was. "WOW!"
She was wearing a stunning maroon dress that had deep cleavage, hugged her figure, ending half way down her thighs, was slit half way on one side, her emerald bracelet, necklace and earring set, no stockings, maroon high heeled shoes, gold ankle bracelet, boy was I glad that I had worn my suit!
She giggled, "Is that all you can say?"
Again I said, "WOW! You are stunning Mom, stunning."
As we went out the door she said, "By the way Kevin, your date's name is Caroline, ok?"
"Oh, thanks, Mom, er, Caroline." I said holding the taxi door for her. As she swung her legs in, a flash of more maroon, oh boy, oh boy.
The meal was great, Mom held my hand, was relaxed and joking, seemed like her old self. After the meal we walked to the theatre, arms around each other, her head resting on my shoulder, glancing down I could see a lot of lovely cleaveage, I squeezed her, kissed her hair and said, "I love you mo.. uh, Caroline."
She looked at me, kissed me on the lips and said, "I love you, Kevin, lots."
In the theatre, our box was very private, I had my arm around her, resting on the swell of her lovely tits, slowly stroking, Mom's hand rested on my leg above my knee, when the show got erotic Mom squeezed my leg, boy, was I hard! When the girl on the stage had her tits out, Mom moaned, looking at her she was flushed, her mouth open. Wow, she was also getting turned on!
Moving my hand slowly, I felt under her dress, moving down the swell, Mom's hand came up, stopped me going further, but didn't take it out! She glanced at me smiled, squeezed my leg and looked back to the stage. I stroked her tit where my hand was, I didn't try to go further, but I could see that her nipples were hard!
After the show we got the taxi, Mom, slid close to me, rested her head on my shoulder, I said, "Um, Caroline can I kiss you? Please?"
She looked at me held my head, pulled me to her, and kissed, I felt her tongue on my lips, opened my mouth slightly, she slid her tongue in and we were soon tonguing frantically, my one hand went to her leg, rubbing from her knee up her thigh, her legs parted, a little, I let my hand wander to the inside, she moaned, I stroked from her knee almost to heaven, she closed her legs, I moaned and moved my hand back, her legs opened, I stroked back up, stopping where she had closed her legs.
"Excuse me, we are at your destination." Said the driver, grinning as we pulled apart.