“Daniel! Are you ready?”
I came downstairs. At the first sight of my mother, my heart got caught in my throat. She was wearing the black halter short dress Richard had bought for her.
Here’s a pic of the dress:
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Like the lady in the picture, her skin was pale and smooth, but unlike the picture, my mother utilized the full potential of the dress. Her C-cup breasts filled the front nicely, showing ample soft cleavage. She was curvier too which made the dress hug her curves snugly. Her long black hair was done up in a stylish bun on her head.
Why is my beautiful prim and proper mother dressed like that u ask? Well, Richard the Rapist, yes, that’s what I’m calling him now, had come over to my house yesterday once more. After some time socializing over tea with my mother, their conversation topic turned to me. I know because I was as usual up the stairs eavesdropping.
Richard: Eh, Aunty May, can I talk to you about something?
May: What is it?
Richard: Can you promise to keep a secret?
May: Aiyo, is it that serious?
Richard: No lah, but I don’t want to hurt Daniel’s feelings.
May: Daniel? What is this about? Did he do something wrong?
Richard: Like I said, nothing so serious, but I’m getting a little worried. Daniel is growing a little antisocial nowadays.
May: Yeah lor. I’ve noticed it too. That’s why I was so glad when you started coming.
Richard: There’s only so much I can do from here. Daniel is pretty much disconnected from the rest of his peers.
I am not! That lying bastard!
May: What can we do?
Richard: Me and some friends are going clubbing tomorrow. Most of them are people that Daniel knows. I asked Daniel to come but he seems reluctant. He says his parents don’t approve clubbing.
May: He’s right. I don’t think clubbing is a good idea.
Richard: Aiya Auntie, it’s what all the kids do nowadays. If you rule that out, Daniel gets left out. That’s why he has become so antisocial lah.
May: I don’t know…
Richard: I have an idea. Why don’t you come along?
May: Meeee? Oh, goodness, you must be joking.
Richard: I’m not. Seriously, you parents have a misguided view about the whole clubbing thing. You should come experience it first, then only make your judgement.
May: We have clubs and discos back during our day okay!
Richard: That’s why I said your view is misguided. Your perception of clubs is still stuck in the 80s.
May: Aiyo, I don’t think so. I don’t have anything to wear.
Richard: Small problem. I’ll buy you a dress.
May: What? Nooooo.
Richard: Why? You have other plans tomorrow night?
May: No… not really.
Richard: Then it’s a deal.
May: Cannot lah. What would my husband say?
Richard: Invite him along.
May: You don’t know my husband. He won’t go for it.
Richard: Then say you’re visiting friends or something.
That evening, Richard dropped off a shopping bag containing a brand new dress before my father came home.
May: Richard! What is this? I can’t wear this!
Richard: Huh? Why?
May: Too revealing!
Richard: It’s normal. Trust me, once you get in the club and see the other girls, you’ll see what it means to be really ‘revealing’.
Which lead up to tonight, with me gawking at my sexy mother, an erection stirring in my pants.
“Isn’t it too much dear?” my mother turned around and asked me. I could see that she was blushing but there was the familiar spark of excitement in her eyes.
“Err… yeah. I mean no. It’s very nice.”
She smiled at me. To my relief, she fetched a jacket, but it did little to cover her luscious white legs. I was having a dejavu moment.
Then my mother noticed I was not dressed for a night out.
“Daniel? Why aren’t you dressed?”
“Ummm…” I said. “I’m not feeling too well.”
“Oh no…”
That was a lie of course. It was all part of Richard’s plan for me to pull out at the last minute. He was going to take my mother clubbing alone.
“I’ll call Richard and cancel. You go rest up okay?” my mother said.
I nodded and went back upstairs. Ten minutes later, I heard her car start up and exit the driveway. I should have figured it would be hard for her to pull out of this arrangement, being all dolled up. And there was the dress Richard gave her as well. My mother is far too kind hearted to let a guy down when he has proven to be so generous.
And now we play the waiting game…