He quickly smiled and told her that her table was ready and escorted her to a very nice secluded table. It was quiet, with romantic lighting and an oil lamp lit in the middle of the table.
The maitre D pulled her chair out for her to sit, and she got settled and adjusted. Then he walked around and handed her a special menu. After opening it and looking at it with great interest, she noticed that there were no prices anywhere on the menu.
Chris came in and was escorted to his date. He sat only after kissing her on the cheek first. He looked at her face and knew he had done good. She was glowing with joy and happiness. So, he reached across the table and took her hand with a smile.
Just before he could say anything, the waiter asked. “May I start you off with a cocktail?”
Chris opened the wine list quickly and pointed to a bottle of white wine.
The waiter knowing the wine was a great wine for fish and chicken, commented on his good taste and then said, “I will have to see your identification though sir.”
His mother knew Louisiana law and pulled her I. D out and showed it to him.
“Very good Madam.” The waiter replied and walked away to get the bottle of wine.
“Thank you, Faith.” Chris said with a smile.
Faith knew that as long as she handed him the wine, he could drink it in the restaurant being under twenty-one. But the waiter could not serve it to him. She knew he wouldn’t drink too much anyway as he was going to drive them home.
The appetizers were divine, the entree was unlike anything Faith had ever tasted and they were both astonished as to how much food was served.
When offered dessert, they both declined as they had stuffed themselves enough. Faith for one still wanted to make love to her date tonight, and hoped Chris wanted the same thing.
After paying the bill with cash that Chris had in his wallet. He rose and escorted his date to the pickup. He thought that the walk to the truck would be good for them both to help them digest the wonderful meal.
His mother held onto his arm tightly and leaned against him heavily too. She had just had the meal of a lifetime, with a man that she was falling head over heels in love with fast.
She wondered why he would take her out to such a nice meal and woo her into wanting him like he was. She had just a few days ago promised him that she would forever be there for him to relieve himself with and enjoy. Why would he be wooing her like he was today? Not that she was complaining, she just wanted to know why.
Chris helped her into his clean pickup truck and again she slid across the bench seat so that she could snuggle next to her son.
Faith didn’t know why it didn’t bother her, that she might be seen by someone they knew. With her leaning on her son like she was, it appeared obviously wrong. But neither she nor Chris paid any mind who saw them.
Faith pulled the driver’s door latch for her date and pushed the door open for him to get in. He smiled and thanked her for unlocking and opening the door.
When he slid into the pickup truck, she didn’t let him start the truck. She turned to him and kissed him deeply. They were parked in a paid parking aria, and Faith didn’t care who looked in as she ravished her own son’s mouth.
Her own son’s tongue began a merengue of love with her tongue, as they danced in each other’s mouth. He tasted as good as he looked and smelt. She didn’t recognize the cologne he was wearing, yet she found it intoxicating.
It was Chris that broke the kiss, and Faith was bumfuzzled when he said. “We don’t want to be late.”
“Where are we going Chris?” she asked.
“Somewhere that I can show you off in that beautiful dress!” was his stern reply.
Faith’s pussy just gushed with his compliment. He hadn’t said much about the dress, or perhaps she didn’t hear him anyway. But then at the door, she remembered his expression as she took the flowers from him. He never did take the gaze off her as she put them on the dining table. ‘Was he smitten?’ she asked herself. ‘Smitten by his own mother?’
She leaned against him and really didn’t care where they were going, she just wanted to be with him.
He pulled into a live theater, where they walked inside and he told them his name. The ticket master gave him two box seats tickets to the play ‘Bad Dates’. It was written by Theresa Rebeck.
He took his own mother hand in hand to their seats after getting a glass of wine for her.
Though most of the people in general seating where dressed in nice casual attire. The people in box seating where all in fine formal ware. Faith fit right in with her dress and the fact that her son had on a coat and tie too.
The play was about a single woman that wanted to start dating again after a bad breakup. So, she went out on several dates only to find that in the end, the man of her dreams was right in front of her. A man too shy to ask her out, but still a good friend.
Chris thought the theme of the play was perfect. There was some comedy, where Faith and him laughed. There was some heartache too, where they both had to hold back tears. In the end when she protagonist found her true love, Faith clutched Chris like he was the only thing on earth that would keep her from floating away.
Chris enjoyed the time with his mother and knew somehow that there were tears threating to come out of her. They walked back to the pickup where again he opened the passenger door and helped her in. Faith slid over to the middle of the seat and opened his door for him again.
Chris got in this time and dived in on his mother’s mouth. No subtle give and take. He took. He took all that Faith, his own mother, would give. He took everything she could offer.
“Oh Chris” she moaned as he moved his mouth from hers to her neck, kissing down her to her collar bone. She felt his strong arms and back as she was being subdued by lust and love too. She wanted him, she wanted him now. But not here.
It took everything Faith had to break the kiss and deliberately push him away. Then, with pure animal lust and passion in her eyes she said. “Get us home fast…”
Chris smiled a sinister smile while shaking his head. “No Faith, we won’t be going home today.”
Faith took in an alarming breath and looked again into her son’s deep blue eyes. It calmed her as she wondered what he had planned for her now.
***********
More surprises.
Three blocks form the theater was a very nice motel. He pulled up and got out grabbing the two small bags he had stashed behind the bench seat. Then he hurried around the pickup to open his mother’s door, but he was too late as a Steward had already opened the door for her. Another one relieved him of his luggage, and asked “do you have reservations?”
“Yes, Bolton.” Chris replied, and another man took Chris’s pickup keys to Valet the car.
“I will take these to your room for you Mr. Bolton.” The man that took his bags said while pointing to the check-in counter.
As Chris and his mother waked to the counter, the lady said “good evening Mr. Bolton. I hope you are having a good night so far.”
Faith smiled with Chris as he said “I am having one of the best nights of my life.” In Faith’s eyes, his smile was unmatched by anyone or anything.
They checked in, got their card key and were led to their sweet room upstairs.
Faith noted there were no talks about money, even when Chris gave her the credit card. He didn’t mention price or deposit or anything.
But this didn’t bother her, she was just a few yards from where she had planned to be very well fucked by her son/lover.
She had no reservations, no skirmishes or arguments with herself. The strange man opened the door and showed them the wet bar, pre stocked with almost every sort of alcohol one could obtain. Faith only looked at the bed thinking about how long it would be before she would be on it, naked with her son.
As it turned out, no time at all.