We ended the call and I spent the next three days trying how to get the necessary information out of Chad. I mean, how do you ask your own son, “Honey, describe your dream fuck!” I wanted this to be the wonderful night that Charles would have provided his son, but it was going to be difficult. Chad had dated some in high school, but hadn’t gravitated to any particular type of girl as far as I could tell.
Chad finally put down his fork and looked at me quizzically. “What’s up, Mom? Why do you keep asking me about girls?” This after I’d asked him if he thought our waitress, a pretty, buxom blonde, was pretty.
Chad looked at me with a surprised expression. “Are you serious, Mom? You really want to know the kind of woman I think is hot?”
“Well, yes. I am curious.”
Chad nodded, a little amused. “Okay, Mom. Let’s see…” He turned and looked about the room. Finally, he gestured a particular direction. I looked over to see a family of four sitting in a booth. Next to a woman about my age, was a teenaged girl maybe sixteen years of age with long red hair and a pretty, innocent face.
“Oh Chad, she’s lovely. I bet she’s about your age, too.”
Chad snorted and said, “Not her, Mom! The woman next to her…her mother.”
It was my son’s turn to blush. He shrugged his shoulders and replied, “You asked me, Mom. Yes, older women turn me on!” For some reason, his words sent a thrill through me.
“Look around some more, honey. See anyone else that uh, turns you on?”
Chad stared around the room some more, finally settling his gaze on a couple dining at an open table; a husband and wife, both in their mid forties. The woman was very lovely. A blonde with large breasts, her dress revealing a serious amount of cleavage and most of a shapely leg peeked through a long slit in her dress. “She’s pretty sexy, Mom,” Chad stated seriously.
Chad studied the crowded restaurant. He grinned and waved. “Look, there’s your friend, Mrs. Brown. I think she’s really hot!” I looked around and gasped. Just being seated across the room was my best friend, Jill Brown and her husband, Tom. A lovely woman, about my height and weight…her hair almost the same color as mine and our figures were so close, we could and have, borrowed each other’s clothes.
Chad waggled his eyebrows in a lewd expression and replied, “Oh yeah! A woman that looks like Jill is about the sexiest thing alive, especially wearing that outfit! I think bare shoulders are sexy!” I stifled a groan as I felt my juices almost shoot out from my pussy. I was sure my panties were becoming soaked and wouldn’t be surprised if I left a puddle on the leather covered bench in our booth. I realized that I was wearing a shell blouse myself that left my shoulder’s bare and bared the upper portion of my breasts.
Chad grinned and said, “What can I say? I reckon I just want to find a girl like the girl dear ol’ Dad found!” His eyes seemed to crawl over me and then he blushed and suddenly found his linguini very interesting.
When our conversation resumed, we drifted on to safer topics. Our dinner passed pleasantly, but we were both aware that we were giving each other funny looks now and again.
The next day, I again called Fulfillment and spoke with Alexis. I described what I hoped was Chad’s preference, embarrassed as I described essentially myself to the woman, adding his likes in clothing. “Mmmm…very interesting, Diana,” purred Alexis. “I know who would be perfect for Chad. We’ll see you Friday evening at eight!”
That he was sending me a message. Another part of me was filled with jealousy at the thought of another woman…any woman introducing my son to the world of sex. Through it all, only one thing kept me on course and that was my solemn pledge to my late husband to see this through to the end…to keep up the Martin Family tradition!
Friday, Chad’s birthday, he and I drove up to New York City. It was a two hour trip and I finally broke the news to Chad of what his father’s great gift was and of the long established family tradition. My son was dumbfounded…totally speechless for the longest time. Finally reality set in and a big grin broke out on my son’s face. “Wow!” he kept saying over and over.
Chad suddenly sobered up and said, “Are you okay with this, Mom? You don’t mind?”
He seemed satisfied with that and we lapsed into silence for most of the ride. I know he was thinking about his impending evening though. A bulge began to grow in Chad’s pants…a sizable bulge and I had a hard time concentrating on traffic.
Finally we reached New York City and drove to the address Alexis had given me.
intensely sexual in nature. We waited just a few minutes, both of us trying not to giggle from nervousness, when in walked two lovely women.
