Gabe
God do I hate dressing up.
Stupid me for agreeing to mom's offer of a mother son dinner.
I should have accepting her offer of going to AC's or Adult Cave. It's an all around family restaurant arcade and fun zone....on the main floor.
The second floor is more for the adults only.
Only problem is I'm not 21 to enjoy the adult section though I've heard rumors it's bad ass. A complete guy's wet dream....whatever that means.
And it's always fucking packed.
Meaning it was too loud for whatever mom wants to get off her chest hence going to her favorite restaurant....Rail House.
Rail house is one of the most expensive steak houses in our fair city.
It was even ranked number four for the top steak houses in the United States. So good that various celebrities and big wigs have been known to visit this place.
It so much of a fancy place it's always quiet and fucking expensive.
And like any fancy place.....one has to dress up to be here.
So I stood here with my mom in dress slacks. A collared white button up shirt. A slim black tie. And a black over coat.
I may or may not have borrowed the shirt, tie and coat from dad. The slacks were mine that I kept from my high school prom.
Between my dad's muscle structure and my lanky frame it almost fit..... barely.
I didn't do my hair mainly because my hair is too long to actually style it the way I like it. So the best I could do was a weird wet slicked back do.
What? I've been busy.
My mom on the other hand went all out.
Color me surprised.
Mom wore a tight dress that hugged her impressive curves and displayed her impressive chest.
Grrrrr!!!!
Gabe you're not supposed to fantasize about your fucking mother in her hott body.
I shook my head.
Damn it.
Tonight was going to be hard.
Why did my mom let me fuck her? Now I can't just look at her as my mom.
God that dress makes her cleavage have it's own fucking gravitational pull. It was hard to look my mother in the face for very long before my eyes were effected by her gravitational force and looked down to appreciate her breasts.
And it didn't help I stood over a foot over her so it was really easy to look down at her cleavage. Like stupid easy.
Must look elsewhere!!!
I looked around trying to find something to distract me from looking at my mother's fucking scrumptious body.
Why can't the drinking age be 19?
I need a fucking drink!!!
Or a psychologist.
I looked around the place finding the ambiance eerily quiet....just what we needed.
I desperately looked around the place trying to find something to distract me but her dress begged me to keep looking at it.
Eventually a man walked up in a suit, "Michaels for two?"
My mom spoke, "Yes."
The man nodded, "This way please."
We followed the man feeling completely silly as I looked around and noticed people dressed ten times better than me....well except my mom.
She looked like an escort compared to the women here. And much younger than the females here.
And the old men eyeing my mom with approving looks.
It was almost empowering feeling so many guys wanting my mom.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
The man led us to our secluded booth.
The man bowed and spoke, "Your waitress will be with you shortly."
My mom smiled, "Thank you."
And the man left us to our devices.
I in the mean time sitting across my mom tried desperately to look away from her gravitational weapon's trying to not think of them or pop a wood.
Try being the opportune word.
My mom spoke, "I'm so glad you agreed to this son."
I looked off somewhere, "Sure."
My mom spoke, "What's wrong honey?"
I tried to think of something and spoke of the only thing I could think of, "Just admiring the architecture."
I saw in the corner of my eye that my mom looked around, "Yeah I guess the style is a little old."
I nodded happy my ruse worked.
Now if only I can keep looking elsewhere and not stare down the same body that birthed me and not think impure thoughts.
I was saved as a girl in an alluring tight outfit walked up and spoke, "Good evening," she handed us menus, "I'll be your waitress tonight my name is Paige. Can I start you off with something to drink?"
My mom spoke, "Would you happen to have Hertiance Beckstoffer GD 16?"
Great my mom is going to drink this is going to be fun. Looks like I'll be driving home and possibly carry my fucking mom to her SUV and into her and dad's house.
Paige nodded, "We do ma'am."
My mom spoke, "I'll take a glass of that please with some ice water on the side."
Paige spoke, "I'm sorry ma'am I can't sell you a glass of that particular wine. You'll have to purchase the entire bottle."
My mom smiled, "Fine I'll take the bottle."
Paige nodded and turned to me, "And you sir?"
I mumbled, "I'll just have some water."
Paige bowed, "Very well I'll be back shortly with your drinks."
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