Son dates his mother for her birthday

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Our hands brushed and I felt her tuck her fingers around mine. Not wanting to ruin the moment I slowed to match her pace as we glided through the aisles. After a bit more prodding from mom I gave in and let her add a few things she wanted me to try on. I gave in because I could tell she really wanted to see me in new clothes… I couldn’t very well tell her no while forcing her into a new wardrobe now could I?

When we had seen all Sears had to offer a woman I held her hand just a bit tighter as I guided us to the next place on my list. My eye caught a tear drop dress glittering in a window. It was her favorite color, a soft sparkling green that I knew would bring out the color in her eyes. Dragging her into the boutique I spoke softly to the clerk who was more than happy to help mom try on the dress, and all of its accessories. While mom was busy in the dressing room I mixed and matched the perfect suit for myself.

We still had to put everything away so I had given us two hours to get ready for dinner. I drove us back home and once the jeep was unloaded we went to our separate rooms across the hall from each other. Thirty minutes later I was nervously waiting in the living room in a dark green dress shirt underneath a black blazer, black slacks, and shiny new boots that pinched my toes.

I paced back and forth from stairs to the door for another half hour or so, until eventually she came down. It was a complete transformation, the woman I had known as my mother for the past eighteen years was gone and in her place was the real Sarah Le blanc as she was meant to be. She looked like a princess.

She glided down the steps on green 4 inch heels with sheer thigh high stockings that darkened her legs but didn’t hide them and covering her body was that gorgeous sparkly green tear drop dress. Dangling between her breasts was a crystal heart hanging from a gold chain. Her hair was held back but not bound by a glass tiara sparkling with emerald rhinestones. On her ears were two emerald hearts. The only thing missing is what I held in my hand.

I could smell the perfume she loved to tease me with and my mouth instantly watered. Tabu, a scent that is a layering of vanilla, bergamot, and musk that will forever remind me of sleepless nights spent curled in mom’s lap watching reruns and the feel of her soft breasts against my cheek.

“Who is this Goddess, and what have you done with my mother?” I asked, grinning from ear to ear.

“Oh, you!” she replied. “Flattery will get you everywhere!”

‘Everywhere?’ her comment made me wonder, and the naughty glint in her eyes made me wonder even more.

“How did I get so lucky, as to be your date tonight?” I held my arm to her.

“You seduced me with offerings of delicious fruit, sweet pastry, and that devilish tongue. You look hot yourself young man, like a big strong Greek God.” She slid her right arm through my left and linked our hands together.

Holding the ring behind my back I began walking towards the door. After a few steps and a long breath I spun around to face her. Pulling her hand up, I kissed the knuckles of her fingers before adding the final piece of her collection and what had been the most expensive.

I slid the 24 karat gold laced with diamond flakes and a sparkling emerald heart onto her right ring finger. “Happy birthday, I love you mom.”

“I love you too baby, this is beautiful.” She pulled me into a hug so I couldn’t see the tears that I felt dripping onto my collar.

“No, you are beautiful mom. Everything else is just accessories.” I told her.

We reached the restaurant then and I watched her eyes light up with utter delight.

“I know you speak French, so I hope you’re ok with ordering.” I whispered softly as I opened the door and took her hand. The restaurant was everything Mary Jane had promised it would be. A little slice of Paris sitting in the heart of Texas. Mom had always dreamed of going to Paris…I figured this was the next best thing.

After giving my name we were seated at a ‘reserved’ black cherry table towards the back. The lighting over our table was dimmed down and two long red candles were lit, a dozen red roses sat between them. She ordered from the menu almost as soon we were seated. And moments later a bottle of wine was delivered with two glasses.

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