In a strange way, she was about to have a first date with a man she had known all her life, but he wasn’t a childhood friend or a schoolmate who had suddenly asked her out. She was going to have a date night with her own son.
The thought made her more horny than she’d even been in her life.
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“Grant, darling,” she called up to his room, “Dinner’s ready.”
Lindsey went back to the dinning room and dimmed the light just a bit. She was lighting a couple candles when Grant finally made his way in.
“Wow, Mom,” he said, taken aback, “What’s the occasion?”
She giggled at his joke, “Can’t a mother cook her only son a nice meal?”
The spread was fairly simple: chicken, some long grain and wild rice, peas, a salad, sliced french bread, and a pair of wineglasses, one for each of them. While the meal itself was not out of place, Grant couldn’t think of the last time his mother had expended his effort for a normal weeknight dinner.
She studied his face, trying to gauge his reaction, seeing if she had already reached too far. It was early enough in the evening that if she knew she had been wrong about her son’s desires, she could play it off, no harm no foul.
“No, of course, Mom, it looks delicious,” he replied, crossing over to scoop her up into a big hug. Lindsey felt so good in his arms and squeezed him tight. Grant squeezed back. She gave him a quick peck on the cheek, squeezing his forearm after they pulled out of the long hug.
“Let’s eat!” she said.
The meal went by uneventfully. Grant wasn’t quite old enough to be drinking wine, but this was with dinner and he didn’t question it. Lindsay made a point to smile and laugh through the whole dinner conversation. It helped that her beautiful boy made her so happy, even without the continuing tingle between her thighs. The alcohol only intensified that. Grant quickly accepted when his mother offered to refill his glass. By the end of the meal, he was refilling hers and Lindsey was looking very rosy cheeked.
“So,” she asked out of nowhere, “Are you seeing a special girl at all, baby?”
Grant suddenly clammed up, “What makes you ask that?”
“You’re just such a handsome young man,” she said, smiling at him, “I’m curious.”
He‘s so cute when he’s embarrassed she thought.
Grant just chuckled, “Uh, no, nobody special.”
“Well is there anybody you like?” she asked. She looked at him very intently now. He had looked away when she first asked about a girl, but glancing back, he was suddenly caught her gaze. Lindsey knew the sexual power of strong eye contact. Eye-fucking was an age old tool of seduction.
“Um…I guess there’s one girl,” he replied. Her heart began racing.
“Yeah?” she said, still staring him down.
“She’s…older.”
Bingo.
“Oh, like an upperclassman?” she said, feigning ignorance, “A sophomore?”
“Um, well, no, but…” he said, flustered.
“What’s she like?” she said, cutting him and redirecting the subject.
“Well she’s really nice, smart, funny…” he said, making her heart beat faster.
“She sounds lovely,” Lindsey said, smiling wide, and reaching across the table and grabbing her son’s hand.
Suddenly with nothing to say, Grant just kept looking into his mother’s face, hypnotized.
After a long while, Lindsay finally broke the silence:
“How about a movie?
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As Grant washed the dishes and finished cleaning up the kitchen, Lindsey curled up on the living room coach and starting scrolling through their favorite streaming service for something to watch. She had unbuttoned a couple more notches on her dress while he wasn’t looking. They had enough wine that she knew he wouldn’t think to question if she was showing more skin than minutes before. She shivered again as she thought about how she was sitting exactly where he had been early this afternoon when she’d first seen him stroking his meat, unknowingly setting her down his path of desire and sin. Picturing it made her wet, wetter than she had been during their sexually charged dinnertime staring context. Now that they were both a little tipsy from dinner, she just needed a film to lull him into feeling safe with her body and engineering his first move on her.
Lindsey would have liked to say she was a cinephile or even someone who liked movies in a normal way, but the truth was even her film tastes belied that she was a lustful little nymphomaniac. Her ex had been shocked the volume and content of the porn that she devoured even during their relationship. If she knew he’d been home late and she wanted to fuck him that same night, she would time it for him to catch her watching a bukkake gangbang or some kind of intense rape porn. As feminine as she was, Lindsey couldn’t stand soft, pg-13 lovemaking. She needed visceral, violent sex. Part of it may have been her complicated history with assault, but there was just something about watching another woman being used that got her ready to fuck. Sometimes she imagined herself as a porn star. Grant would have absolutely lost it if she had put on a video of her as a tight little eighteen year-old, getting roughly handled by a team of a dozen hard cocks. She imagined just reaching over and sucking him off as he watched his own mother get double penetration by some thick porno dicks.
Of course, this was all just fantasy and Lindsey worried actual pornography would shock him out of the pliant state she had gotten him into with food and drink. Luckily, when porn was not in option, she had a pretty encyclopedic knowledge of erotic-but-not-explicit films that would get them both in the mood, just more subtly.