Chapter 2: The Date

“Ding, Dong.” Chimed the doorbell.

Faith seemed confused as she had just headed her son’s Pickup truck pull into the driveway. She went to the door and opened it. The second she saw her wonderful son she became speechless.

He stood on the front porch in a very nice two-piece suit. His hair was cut recent and he appeared freshly shaven. His Calonne lingered in the air to where faith could smell it. She cursed as she had not thought of perfume herself. Chris also had a bouquet of flowers in his arms for his date/mother.

“You look Beautiful, Mom, Faith.” He said smiling.

“Thank you.” She returned “You look really nice yourself.”

Chris smiled as she looked at him.

Faith felt emotions begin to surge in her. She had raised a beautiful young man, and here he was taking his own mother out on their first date, she didn’t realize it was also his first date ever. Chris had never been on a date before then. She smiled took the flowers and kissed him in a way that told him, that this date would not end on their feet.

Faith quickly put the flowers on the table, grabbed her hand bag, took out her perfume bottle and sprayed her neck and cleavage quickly and then made her way back to the door.

Chris then offered her an arm and walked her to his pickup truck which faith noticed was just washed. When Chris opened her door for her, she could see it was cleaned inside and very nicely too.

Chris made good money when he worked, but he only worked part time at a chemical plant. It was a paid internship that he was awarded in collage because of his 3.98 GPA. The second highest in his class of 149 students. There were only two companies that paid their interns. Chris was honored to be able to get on with one of them. To top it off, they had already offered Chris a permeate position, providing he maintained a GPA of 3.5 or better and graduated.

Faith felt like a queen right then as he helped her into the tall pickup truck. She sat and started to buckle her seatbelt wile he walked around to get in but stopped.

After Chris got in and buckled his seatbelt, Faith slid over to her son/lover and belted herself in with the center seatbelt.

Chris started the large pickup truck and put it in reverse and backed out the drive wandering if he could pay enough attention to the road with his mother setting so close and leaning into him like she was.

After he dropped the pickup into drive, he navigated to the main road and off to the restaurant he had planned to take his girl.

As he drove, he placed his right hand on her leg, just above her knee.

Faith smiled at the contact and hoped he would raise his hand even higher to her thigh. She wasn’t disappointed, and her pussy twitched as his hand slowly moved higher in her leg. As much as Faith wanted this date, she also wanted her desert.

She had never sucked Chris’s cock yet. She wanted to taste his cum in her mouth. She had swallowed her ex-husband’s cum just a few times, and started to get used to it. She started to do it to try to save their marriage. But it was too little too late. He had already had a woman on the side and he went to her.

As Chris pulled up to the front of the restaurant Faith was stunned. She had always wanted to go out to Emerald Lagasse’s 5-star restaurant “Emeralds New Orleans.”

He parked the pickup right in front of the restaurant, jumped out and ran around the pickup to open her door for her.

Faith shimmied across the seat and out the door taking Chris’s hand to catch her if she slipped.

Chris kissed her quickly and unexpectedly then he said. “I will park the car. The reservations are under Chris Bolton.”

Faith was still stunned but knew he wanted her to get the table for them wile he parked the pickup. Faith wandered what was keeping her from falling as she walked into the restaurant on wobbly legs. She had only dreamed of ever being here. This restaurant has a plate price of over a hundred dollars a plate, some over two hundred dollars.

She was glad she wore her nicest dress, when she walked into the restaurant and told the maître d that she had reservations under the name “Chris, Bolten.”

He smiled and told her that her table was ready and escorted her to a very nice secluded table. It was quiet, with romantic lighting and an oil lamp lit in the middle of the table.

The maître D pulled her chair out for her to set, witch she did and helped her adjust it. Then he walked around and handed her a special menu. After opening it and looking at it with great interest, she noticed there where no prices anywhere on the menu.

Chris came in and was escorted to his date. He sat only after kissing her on the cheek first. He looked at her face and knew he had done good. She was glowing with joy and happiness. So, he reached across the table and took her hand with a smile.

Just then before he could say anything the waiter asked. “May I start you off with a cocktail?”

Chris opened the wine list quickly and pointed to a bottle of wine.

The waiter knowing the wine was a great wine for fish and chicken commented on his good taste and then said, “I will have to see your identification though sr.”

Faith knew Louisiana law and pulled her I.D out and showed it to him.

“Very good Madam.” The waiter replied and walked away to get the bottle of wine.