Later in the evening, I returned home after visiting a friend.
Mom was cheerful. I gazed at her, "Lena, is there anything you want to tell me?"
"Yes. I am happy to see you. I feel the same as when I welcomed your father arriving home from work. These were good times. Will you be good to me like Dad was?"
"Pretty lady, as long as you obey my instructions, I'll take care of you."
She grinned, "Sir, I promise to submit..."
"I'll tell you what, let's have dinner at a good restaurant to celebrate our new relationship."
"You mean like a date?..."
"Not exactly, but we'll have fun there."
"Should I wear a simple dress?"
"Good question. Take a shower, and I'll make the reservation. When you are done, we'll check your closet to see what I like best."
Finding a table at a good restaurant on Saturday night was nearly impossible. On my third try, I got lucky; A couple called to cancel a few minutes earlier. It was a new Brazilian restaurant my friend recommended.
Mom came out of the shower wearing a robe and a towel around her hair.
"Lena, we'll need to revise your wardrobe. Your body is fantastic, and I do not see a reason to hide it behind a shapeless robe. From now on, you'll wear nice sheer lingerie whenever I am around. I study hard for many hours every day. When I come home, I wish to enjoy seeing your body."
She chuckled, "Sir, I have two negligees you might like. I'll show you later, and you decide if approved. Would you like to accompany me and choose my clothes for dinner?"
Mom opened her large closet. In the front, there were many robes I saw her wearing daily.
"Lena, I never want to see these again. If I am elsewhere, wear whatever you like, but not when I am here!"
She grabbed seven robes and moved them into a drawer. In the back, I saw hanging several dinner dresses, long and short skirts, and the two nighties she mentioned before. The blouses were all on hangers on the other side. The panties and bras were neatly arranged in drawers.
"Lena, show me how the two transparent thingies look on you."
"Sir, With pleasure." She removed them from the hangers and disappeared into the bathroom. Lena opened the door a few minutes later, bowed, and winked, "Does it meet Master's standard?"
She wore a red, net-like material, a micro short baby doll, glued to her stunning body and hid nothing! I barely had time to inspect it, and my brain already sent a short-wave signal to my groin. My rod was half erect before I passed my judgment.
Lena's quick eyes observed my body's reaction, and she grinned, "Sir, would you like me to take care of your... issue, or shall I put on the other one first?"
"I want to ogle... I meant to see the other one."
She licked her lips seductively and watched my growing bulge lustily before sashaying to the bathroom.
The naughty bitch knew exactly what my lower brain urged me to do at that moment. I resisted.
Lena exited the bathroom, this time having on a black, see-through short, lace robe. It looked amazing and was likely more comfortable throughout the day.
"Lena, I like both lingerie. So starting today, you'll wear any of these or be naked for me."
My stubborn penis refused to deflate, and Lena commented, "Should I help before we go to the restaurant?"
"Let's keep it for later. First, I'll select your dinner attire."
I chose low-cut pink panties and a soft bra to match. Next, I found a silky pink long-sleeved blouse and a short black skirt with pink stripes.
"But, sir, my legs will feel cold..."
"You are right, that's why my plan included adding nude color silk stockings and 3" heels black shoes. And before we leave, please put on dark pink lipstick and let your hair down."
"Sir, you selected nice clothes, but they look good on a much younger woman. The last time I used them was many years ago..."
"Lena, you are young and beautiful. Your face and body do not show signs of being over 30 years old."
She gave up, "OK, but it won't be my fault if people at the restaurant mock my appearance."
I smiled, "I know men. They will ogle you and be jealous of me accompanying a terrific lady!"
...
A large group of people gathered at the entrance to the restaurant, hoping to get in despite not reserving tables. We passed by them, and five men ogled Mom. One even whistled unabashedly. Mom blushed but continued walking inside. Our table was ready, and a young waitress asked me if we knew what Rodizio meant. I explained to Lena that in this Brazilian steakhouse, servers walked with samples of different meats on vertical skewers and served them on the plate of every interested diner until they could not eat anymore. Salads, potatoes, and other things were buffet-style on a side table.
We sat facing each other, and I ordered a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon. Lena had never been to a Brazilian restaurant and tried to absorb the crowded scene of servers carrying the kebab-style meats around. I chuckled and made it easy for her to hold the green/red cards for the servers. Her eyes wandered around, and she ate very little. After three pieces of chicken, beef, and lamb with fried potatoes, she was done. She liked the red wine. She sipped two glasses, and her cheeks became reddish.
I bent toward her, "Lena, you look very sexy. I want you to do something for me."
She stared at me quizzingly.
"I want you to remove your panties and give them to me."
"There are dozens of guests here... Can I do it at home?"
"Lena, I want to smell your panties right now!"
She pleaded, "Please, sir, don't make me do it in front of everybody..."