Taking Mom to the Movies

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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.

“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.

“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.”

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