Mike got ready and went to the living room to wait on his mother. He heard the click of her heels coming down the hallway toward him and looked up. His jaw dropped when he saw her. His mother's sandy blonde hair was styled and just touched her shoulders. Her makeup, although light, was perfection. She wore a form fitting little black dress that came just below mid-thigh, and black heels.
"Wow! I'm going to be the envy of every man at the restaurant," he told her.
Cindy smiled and blushed. "I look okay?" she asked.
"Mom, you look good enough to eat." Her blush deepened. "Uh, sorry. I didn't mean it like that," Mike said apologetically.
Cindy felt herself begin to moisten with his comment, and for a split second visualized her son licking her between the legs.
"I know what you meant," s
