Taking Mom to the Movies

Sex stories, mom and son, incest stories, Taking Mom to the MoviesTaking Mom to the Movies… My mother looked like a combination of beauty and heartbreak.

It was evening and she sat by the dining table with a big glass of wine. She was wearing a beautiful black dress, which elegantly showcased her womanly figure. Her hair was perfectly done. Her make-up was also beautifully done, except for the smeared mascara around her eyes from the tears.

I had just come home from an evening college class and I saw her looking heartbroken.

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“What’s wrong?” I asked, walking towards her.

“Remember that date I told you about? Well, it’s not happening anymore.”

She had been excited all week to go on a date with a big shot attorney. They worked in the same law firm where my mother was a legal assistant in another department. They had been talking for a while, and when he finally asked her out, she was thrilled.

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s no big deal,” she replied, taking another sip of wine. “I’ll order us some pizza later.”

I wasn’t an expert on women, but I knew that my mother wanted company. I couldn’t just walk away when she was so vulnerable. What kind of son would I be if I simply turned away?

“You look great tonight,” I said, sitting down next to her. “This guy sounds like a real idiot.”

She smiled. “Thanks. You’re sweet.”

“Of course I am.”

She smiled again. “So what’s a handsome young man like you doing being single?”

“Long story.”

She checked the clock. “It’s only 5:46. Do you have anything better to do?”

“I guess not.”

“Then tell me. Why are you still single?”

I shrugged. “College girls are different. I don’t know. I guess I’m old fashioned. Women these days mostly care about their phones and their online status. Or they like to go to clubs. I just like to go out and do normal stuff.”

“So there aren’t any college girls who like doing normal stuff and aren’t obsessed with their phones?” my mother asked, almost in a state of disbelief. .

“Well, of course there are, but they’re hard to find. Or they’re already dating someone.”

“If only the women of this world could realize what a wonderful & sexy man you are,” she said playfully.

“There’s no need to get sarcastic here.”

“I’m only teasing,” she replied, taking another sip of wine.

“So what about you? How come you’re single?”

She thought for a moment. “I’ve always been raised to be an independent woman. Part of that means working all the time. And maybe I set my standards too high for what a good man is.”

There was a brief look of sadness in her eyes when she spoke. She turned her attention away from me and took another sip of her wine. It was sort of an awkward moment between us.

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“You sound like you have regrets,” I replied, nearly doing an impression of a therapist.

“I suppose I do. I’ve turned down a lot of really good men over the years. Usually it was because of my hectic work schedule. Sometimes it’s because I thought someone better would come along.”

“Well, you deserve the best.”

She took another sip of wine. “That’s what I’ve always thought. But I’m not getting any younger. When I was your age, all I had to do was put on a tshirt and jeans, and I was able to turn every head in the neighborhood. I didn’t need make-up or any fancy clothes. Now, I’m a little older.”

“You know, some guys actually prefer older women,” I replied, trying to comfort her.

“I know. I still get glances from a lot of younger men. It’s flattering. But they’re not my type.”

“You’ll find someone soon. I promise.”

She managed to crack a smile. “I’ll order some pizza now. I feel like binging on carbs & cheese.”

“Good idea.”

She thought for a quick moment. “You know what? Screw that guy. Why should I let him ruin my night? Who the hell does he think he is?”

My mother suddenly got her energy & fire back. I hoped it wasn’t the wine talking, but she looked energized. At least she wasn’t going to be depressed for the rest of the night.

“You sound like you’re back to normal,” I gladly noted.

“I spent a lot of time to look good for tonight. So why don’t we go to a fancy restaurant together? I still have the reservations for 8 o’clock. It’ll be a fun date. My treat, of course.”

Suddenly I found myself in an even more awkward position. How weird would it be to go out on a date with my own mother at a fancy restaurant?

“Do you really think that’s a good idea?” I asked as nicely as I could.

Her eyes suddenly showed signs of being depressed again.

“You’re not interested?” she asked, hiding her sadness.

The look in her eyes, and the tone in her voice put me in an impossible position. What kind of person would I be if I refused and made her cry all night from being heartbroken?

“I’m interested. It sounds like fun.”

A beaming smile quickly appeared on her face.

“I knew you’d join!” she beamed. “Change your clothes. Wear something nice. It’s going to be fun.”

My mother took a final sip of the wine, stood up, and gave me a big wet kiss on the cheek. She also gave me a tight hug, and she thanked me for going.

***

We arrived at the fancy restaurant before 8. To my surprise, my mother had changed into a different dress. It was bright red, sleek (which showcased her voluptuous body), and it even showed her cleavage. Being a professional woman, she rarely ever showed her cleavage. But tonight, for whatever reason, she decided to show it off. I tried my best not to look at her boobs.

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“What are you going to order?” she asked with her eyes on the menu.

“I don’t know. Everything looks really good.”

“Maybe you have your eyes on something that’s not on the menu?” she replied, looking at me with a faint smile.

There was a slightly mischievous look on her face, as if she had caught me glancing at her breasts. I wasn’t sure if she had actually caught me though, and I tried my best to act natural.

“I’ll have whatever you have,” I replied, putting the menu down.

“Nice choice. I know exactly what to order.”

My mother signaled an attractive young waitress, who came to our table with a polite smile. My mother ordered us some expensive steaks, along with some expensive drinks. I couldn’t believe how much she was willing to spend for dinner, but then again, she wanted the night to be special.

The waitress commended us for our choice. “We also have a special promotion tonight. We’re offering a 50% discount for desserts to couples here on a date. Will you two be interested in that?”

My mother briefly looked at me and smiled, before returning her attention back to the waitress.

“That sounds lovely. Can we pick later?”

“Of course,” the waitress replied, collecting our menus. “Let me know if you need anything else.”

“Do you mind if I ask you a question?” my mother asked the waitress.

“Of course.”

“What makes you think we’re a couple?”

The waitress suddenly looked dumbfounded. “I assumed you were couple because of the way you two had been looking at each other all night. Did I make a mistake? I apologize if I did.”

My mother smiled at the young waitress. “No. There’s no mistake. Thank you.”

The waitress gave another nice smile before leaving. As soon as the waitress turned around, my mother and I gave each other a surprised look, like we were holding back our laughter.

“Did that just happen?” I asked my mother.

“Apparently so. I certainly wasn’t expecting anyone to think that we were a couple.”

“She did have a point though. You’re dressed like you’re on a date.”

“Are you talking about these?” my mother said, gesturing towards her cleavage.

“Yeah,” I awkwardly replied.

She briefly looked down at herself. “I know, it’s a little provocative. I bought it a few days ago.”

“It looks great on you.”

“Thanks. Plus you’ve been glancing at my cleavage since we got here. That’s definitely a good sign.”

When my mother finally acknowledged that she knew I had been looking at her cleavage, I felt like I wanted to crawl under a rock.

“What did you expect?” I shrugged. “That dress is eye catching.”

She smiled, “Don’t be so uptight. We’re here to have a good time, right?”

“Yeah.”

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“If that’s the case, do you have any other plans tonight?”

I was surprised that my mother asked if I had plans. She obviously wanted to do stuff after dinner.

“No plans,” I simply replied.

“Then how about we go to the theater after this? There’s a movie I really want to watch. It’s a French erotic thriller. It’s screening for a limited time only. Are you interested?”

Deep down, I was relieved. It was only a movie, and an erotic thriller too. I was glad we didn’t have to do any weird date night activities.

I nodded. “Sure, that sounds cool. I actually love those kinds of movies.”

“You don’t mind that it’s French right? You realize that there’s going to be subtitles, don’t you?”

“Do you think I only watch action & horror movies?” I asked with a smile.

She raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t realize that you had grown to become a more sophisticated person.”

“What can I say? I’m a sophisticated guy.”

“Good. The movie is supposed to be intelligent & artistic, which I really like. But I have to warn you, apparently there are some overly explicit sex scenes in the movie.”

“That doesn’t bother me at all,” I smiled again.

“Then it’s settled. We’re officially on a date.”

“A date huh? Are you sure you’re up for that? You’ve had a lot to drink already. You’ve been sipping wine all evening.”

She raised her glass and took another sip. “Believe me, I have a very high tolerance for alcohol. I can drink more than most men, and I still won’t feel drunk.”

“Really?” I asked. “Then why bother drinking at all?”

“Wine helps me relax. Plus it’s healthy in moderate doses.”

“Good point,” I replied. “Just promise me you won’t get drunk and act like a complete slob.”

She took another sip of wine, then she winked at me. “That’s a promise I intend to keep.”

Part 2 of 3: Movie Theater Fun

Since my mother had paid for the fancy restaurant meal, it was only fair that I paid for the movie tickets. I even bought us a giant order of buttery popcorn, which she loved, and a soda for us to share.

The theater area was mildly crowded, but when we went to our screening room, there was hardly anyone there. We sat in the back, and there was 4 people sitting up front.

“I guess artsy French movies aren’t as popular as they used to be,” I joked when we sat down.

My mother thought it was a funny comment, but she contained her laughter.

“Not everyone appreciates foreign movies,” she replied playfully. “Not like they used to.”

The container of popcorn was on my lap because she didn’t want any stains on her expensive dress. We started to eat while watching the different commercials on the big screen. I playfully chewed the popcorn loudly, which I knew annoyed her.

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