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Chapter 17
Mom Again
I felt guilty about having fucked someone else and leaving my mother home and horny, and so on getting home around 7:30 or so, I asked her if she wanted to go out and share a pizza with me.
She lit up like a Christmas tree and hugged me as she agreed that it would be a wonderful idea.
"I go change. I promise I won't be long. I've been dying to wear this dress I bought before you got mono. Your aunt and I were going to take you out ... but, you know ..."
"Anyway, I won't fuss too much. You take a shower. I've got some primping to do because I really want to impress you."
"Oh, Mom its just pizza!"
She laughed and reasoned, "You'll like the result. Now, get going!"
She did take another forty minutes to get ready, which ticked me off until she came out dressed about as sexily as I'd ever seen her. She was wearing a dark green, partially iridescent dress with a flowing, full skirt and a tight bodice, cut shockingly low. The full upper portions of her breasts were visible and they seemed to sway and bounce with her step. I kept trying not to stare. Sometimes it even worked.
"I must look good," my Mother said, "you're staring pretty hard, Howard." Then she changed the subject, asking, ""How do you like this new perfume?"
I shook my head and leaned toward her neck, as if to smell the scent behind her ear but she surprised me by pulling the bodice of her dress away from her breasts and leaning toward me providing me with an almost unobstructed view of her bra-clad tits.
"Nice!" I gasped. I was also quite articulate. Tres cool that was me.
She laughed and said, "You mean the perfume?" She laughed again and added, "I'm teasing you and I shouldn't. I'm going to be with the handsomest man in the room and I want to look good for him," she said and then kissed me hard.
So I passed on Yogi's Pizzeria, my usual stop, and drove a few miles to Victor's Italian Restaurant, a more upscale establishment. I wasn't worried about the cost, my mother was taking care of that, but I did have a fistful of twenties Inez had given Duane to give me after we'd left her home.
At Victor's we were given preferential treatment, in all likelihood because of how well mother and I were dressed. While an upscale place as I mentioned, most diners were dressed casually, and we stood out, or rather, my mother stood out.
There were two booths adjacent to our table with four men in each. Several other booths and tables near us had couples dining, but the men couldn't seem to take their eyes off my mother.
"My God, Howard, those men are staring at me."
"Would you like me to tell them to mind their manners?"
"Oh, no ... nothing like that. It might cause a scene, and besides, I know you feel you should protect me and all, but I'm capable of handling situations like this."
I saw her shudder and wondered what was going on. Then she giggled into a napkin and I had to ask her what was so funny.
"I'm afraid it's me, Howard." She was trying to keep a straight face but couldn't, "All those vibrant young men over there ogling me. I can't tell you how hot it's made me."
She pulled a compact and a tube of lipstick out of her purse and applied a nice fresh coat, pursing her lips in the mirror as she whispered, "it's been so long since I've been desired by a grown man."
"I don't think you meant to hurt my feelings, Mom, but you put a dent in them," I said softly.
"Oh, Howie ... no! I didn't-I didn't mean you. You've been fantastic! But I've been without for all this time since the mono ..."
"I know that Mom. That's why I wanted to take you out. I ... um ... have plans for us later on."
"You do, do you?" She laid her hand on mine. It wasn't a move a mother usually makes with her son and people noticed. "Maybe for tonight you can call me Rachel?"
"Mom ... Rachel, your hand. People are watching."
Oh," she said and slowly withdrew her hand and picked up a napkin and dabbed at her left eye as if she'd been crying.
A trio had been setting up to play and their leader called out that although the dance floor was small, we were all welcome to use it, and then they began playing a lively tune.
One of the men from the closest booth got up and approached us. "Excuse me, but I couldn't help but admire your beauty, madam. Would you please do me the honor of this dance?'
My mother looked at him and smiled, then looked at me and with a warm smile said, "Howard do you mind?'
"No, not at all." I said, and to the jacketless man standing at our table, said, "You will be courteous won't you?"
He nodded and replied, "Of course, Sir." Then he placed his hand on the small of her back and off they went.
I would learn his name was Jerome, and except for our meal, which was served about twenty minutes later, Jerome and I danced every dance with my Mother, whom I continued to call Rachel to keep our relationship hidden. He was actually very polite, and socially at ease; and made Mother's night as she was filled with a desire to dance the night away. Jerome helped immensely in that regard.
In fact, he treated us to three bottles of champagne, and I couldn't recall ever seeing my mother so happy and animated. Her eyes were shining and when she laughed it was deep-throated and lusty.
The last two dances were slow and romantic and Mother insisted that she dance with her date. "You understand, don't you Jerome? Howard's my date and I'm really taken with him," she said over her shoulder as we moved away.
I looked into her eyes and said, "Thanks, Rachel. That meant a lot to me."
"Well, it's true," she said as she leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the lips. I was aware of a sheen of perspiration on her face and upper torso. Looking down, I could see a large drop of moisture that was trailing its way down between the heaving halves of her breasts.
She moved closer and wrapped both arms about me, holding me tightly to her body. Again, I was acutely aware of her pelvis against my thigh.
My hand had dropped to her waist and then to her upper buttocks and felt the firm muscles of her ass moving under my hand. The melodic strains of a clarinet floated around us.
"Thank you, Howie," she whispered in my ear.
"For what, Mom?"
"For everything. For this day, this dance, for treating me as a woman. But mostly for making me feel special. I know it's been tough on you these last weeks. Your girl friends seemed to have dumped you and my sister Elaine and I may have used you a little too much. I'm terribly sorry for that. I do hope you can forgive me."
