Educating Mom: Andy's Story Ch. 04

"Hi Silvia. This is my mother, Cynthia," I said as I gestured across the table.

"Your....your mother?" she asked cautiously as she looked from my mother to me, and back again. I could see her turning red with embarrassment; obviously my thoughts of her being jealous were true.

"I'm afraid so, my dear," my mother said as she gave Silvia a big smile. "I guess I have to take my share of the responsibility for putting this young man here. He and his friend Connor don't give you too hard of a time, do they?"

"No, they're great customers," Silvia all but gushed, and I was thrilled to see the look of happy relief on her face. "They're no trouble at all. It's so nice to meet you." Silvia extended her hand and my mother shook it, both of them smiling from ear to ear. Now, that was a sight I could get used to, my mother and Silvia together. I don't know why, maybe it's because I'm such a perv, but once I saw their hands connected, I pictured both of them together with me, one on each side of me with their kissing mouths servicing my cock. "Andy, you never told us you had such a beautiful mother." Silvia's words snapped me out of my reverie and with my mind being temporarily elsewhere, I was the one who ended up fumbling for words.

"I...well....she....." I mumbled incoherently, picturing Silvia's pretty lips wrapped around one of my mother's massive tits.

"That's very sweet of you to say that," my mother interjected, saving me. "I don't get out much. Andy came over to my house to help me with a few things, and we got so busy, we lost track of the time." Yeah, busy cumming all over each other. "I offered to make dinner, but my son here insisted that we come here for dinner instead. I had a new outfit to wear, so this was a perfect opportunity to try it out." My mother gave me a secretive little smile as she said this.

"That's a beautiful dress," the young Spanish girl replied as her eyes roamed over my mother's lush form, "and those shoes are gorgeous. I'd love a pair of shoes like that."

"Thank you so much. Andy said it looked nice too, but it's nice to hear what another woman thinks." I could tell Silvia was pleased that my mother had referred to her as 'another woman', not as 'a girl' or 'young woman', even though they were about twenty years apart. It showed that my mother had a level of respect for her that she may have found surprising. I'm sure hearing my mother say that made her feel good; I know it made me feel good about the two of them as well.

"So what's your mom's special of the day?" I asked before turning to my mother to explain. "Silvia's mother runs the kitchen and does most of the cooking."

"Chicken Pepitoria is today's special."

"Oh, I love that. How about we have two of those?" I looked at my mother questioningly and she nodded, trusting my judgment. Silvia pulled out her little pad from her waitresses' apron and jotted something down. "And what's today's soup?"

"It's my mother's Seafood Chowder."

"Is that the one with the tomato and brandy base, with the prawns, clams and monkfish?"

"That's it."

"It looks like we picked a good day to come. How about two bowls of that as well?" Once again, my mother nodded in agreement as Silvia made a quick note.

"Then I guess you won't need these," she said as she gathered up the unopened menus. "Would you like something to drink while you're waiting?"

"I'm fine with just water," my mother said.

"Mom, come on, we're celebrating with a nice dinner out. Have a glass of wine."

"I.....I'll be fine," she replied politely, but I could see her wavering.

"Could you bring us a couple of glasses of your house red, please?" I asked, knowing my mother had a preference for red.

"Sure, coming right up." I watched Silvia's sumptuous rump sway enticingly as she made her way towards the waitresses' station, menus in hand.

"What a lovely young woman," my mother said, her eyes following Silvia as well.

"Oh, I.....I guess so," I replied with an unknowing shake of my head as I turned to face my mother across the table.

"Oh Andy, I can see how much you like her." I felt myself start to blush, knowing after all these years my mother could see right through me. "And I can see she likes you too. Did you see how the look on her face changed once she realized I wasn't just some woman you were here with on a date?"

"I....uh...." I stammered once again, unsure of what to say.

"Trust me; a woman can see these things in each other; and that one, whether you see it or not, she likes you."

I looked over to the bar just as Marta walked up to her sister and said something as she gestured towards our table. I could see Silvia speaking excitedly and then Marta's mouth dropped open, a shocked look on her face. I figured Silvia must have told her in that instant that the stunning woman with me was actually my mother. As I looked at the two of them talking, I only had eyes for Silvia. Her short black hair framed her pretty face nicely, accentuating her attractive features, enchanting hazel eyes and the warm comforting smile that lit up her face. I had always been attracted to her, but I had never been too sure about what she thought. Maybe my mother was right.

"She's very pretty, isn't she?" Once again, my mother's words pulled me back to the moment.

"I.....I guess."

"I think you should ask her out sometime. You're not getting any younger, you know."

"Mom, I'm only 27. And besides, right now.....today, I'm pretty happy with the way things are." There could be no denying the intent of my statement; that I was talking about what had happened between the two of us over the last couple of days. Just as I finished saying that, Silvia arrived with our two glasses of wine, placing them in front of each of us before turning away with a pleasant smile for each of us. The little interruption gave me mother some time to think about what I had just said.

"Andy, I love what has happened between us as well; but I want you to listen to me." Her voice had taken on a more serious tone, and I knew that what she was about to say could possibly impact our lives from here on out. "I know a young man has certain needs, and I understand that you want to take care of those needs." She paused and I could see her try to search for the words she wanted. "And I have to admit, I.....I like it that you want me to help you with that. It makes me feel so special....and so close to you." This sounded good so far, but I had the feeling there was a 'but' coming here soon, and I didn't have long to wait as it was the next word out of her mouth. "But I think you know, we can never......you know.....never do......that."

The way she said it, there was no mistaking what she meant by 'that'. I had the feeling she was going to bring this up sooner or later, but I figured after the way things had been progressing so far, it would only be a matter of time before I broke down her resistance and was able to fuck her within an inch of her life. I was quite willing to quietly agree with her at this point, happy to take my time without pressing too much. With that amazing body and inviting mouth of hers, there were still plenty of things we could do to bring each other pleasure. I wasn't going to push it, but I wanted to hear a little more on what she had to say on the point. "But haven't you been happy with everything we've done so far?"

Once again, I could see her blushing as she paused to take a sip of her wine. "I...I have. I've loved everything we've done. I never knew I could feel as good as you've made me feel; and I love you so much for showing me." She paused again, and I could hear a small degree of hesitancy in her voice as she resumed speaking. "But that's different Andy. You know how the bible frowns on........"

"Incest?" I interjected, knowing she was having trouble even saying the word.

"Yes. And if we....you know....did that, it would be incest." Ah, there it was, my mother seemed to believe in the old presidential definition of incest. I had to suppress the grin I felt wanting to turn up the corners of my mouth as I thought about everything we'd done so far; and that she hadn't felt incestuously guilty about that. Yeah, I was quite willing to accept the presidential definition of incest as being prohibitive.....for now.

"I.....I think I understand," I replied, wanting to see what she'd say next.

"A man needs a woman in his life, someone who he can share his life with, who can give him children." I wanted to say something about my own father at this point, and what a fucked-up job he'd done with her life, but I sat quietly, keeping those thoughts to myself. "I can't be that woman, Andy. I can help you with certain needs, but I can't be that woman."

"I understand." I nodded and took a drink of my own wine, knowing she needed to see that I was not upset by what she'd said. I set my glass down and gave her a warm smile, letting her know everything was alright.

"I love you so much, Andy."

"I love you too, Mom."

Silvia broke the mood by arriving with the soup, sliding the two bowls of steaming goodness in front of each of us.

"This smells incredible," my mother said as the savory vapors invaded her senses.

"¡Buen provecho!" Silvia replied, before turning with a little flourish and leaving us to eat.

"I've had this soup a few times. It's fantastic." We eagerly dug in, a few pleasurable moans issuing from each of us as we ate the delicious concoction. It struck me as funny how similar the sounds coming out of us were to the ones we'd made in the heat of passion such a short time ago.

With the semi-serious topic of sex/no sex having been raised and agreed to, we talked about other things over our meal; my work, my mother's part-time job at the library, what my friend Connor was up to....the usual talk between a mother and her son. Silvia continued to be very attentive, clearing away our dishes and bringing the main course, always with a pleasant smile on her pretty face.

The Chicken Pepitoria was delicious, the rich flavors of the sauce tasting delicious over the potatoes they served it with. The baby asparagus spears complimented the chicken splendidly.

"Why don't you just Napoleon that thing," I said to my mother as I watched her delicately trying to carve a piece of meat away from the bone.

"What?" she replied, looking at me with a bewildered look on her face.

"Yeah, Napoleon." I stuck my own knife and fork into a similar piece of chicken on my own plate and forcefully turned my fork while prying it open with my knife at the same time. "You know, Bone-apart. Get it?"

My mother just woefully shook her head from side to side. "Oh my God, Andy, that is just sad. I was hoping your jokes would get better as you got older, but they obviously didn't." She looked over the restaurant, spotted Silvia serving another table and nodded towards her as she spoke to me. "Please tell me if you ask that girl out, you won't say anything like that on your date?"

"What, I thought it was pretty good."

"I'll tell you right now, if you're ever hoping for a second date, you better not say something like that."

"Alright....alright, I get it." She gave me one of those smiles, the ones that are only shared by a mother and son; ones that say 'I'll always love you, even if your jokes are pathetic'. We finished our meals, happy to be in each other's company. I was so glad I'd suggested this. Seeing my mother dressed up in her new clothes and out enjoying herself was satisfaction enough, but I knew I'd be getting more physical satisfaction once I took her home. Just looking at her across the table again had me starting to get hard as I thought about her asking me to teach her more. I kept looking at her full red lips, knowing that was the going to the primary subject of my next lesson.

"Are you two ready for dessert?" Silvia asked, clearing away our thoroughly emptied plates.

"That food was amazing," my mother said. "Please thank your mother for us."

"I'll do that, Cynthia. She's always happy to hear from satisfied customers. How about some nice Crema Castellana for dessert?"

"Oh Mom, you'll love it. It's kind of like Crème Brulee."

"That sounds so good, but I don't know if I have any room left." I watched as she slid her hand beneath the projecting shelf of her spectacular rack and ran her hand over her midsection. I was thinking how I'd love to run my own hand over that area of her body right now, and then slide my hand just a little higher to heft those heavy round guns of hers.

"How about we split one?"

"Okay."

"One Crema Castellana with two spoons; coming up." Silvia turned on her heel as she took away our dirty plates, her cute round behind bouncing smartly back and forth beneath her tight little uniform.

"Andy, she's a darling. I really think you should ask her out."

"Okay...okay, I'll think about it."

It took just a couple of minutes for the dessert to arrive, and in the meantime, Silvia had brought us a couple of cups of coffee. The Creman Castellana was superb, erotically smooth and creamy. As we each delved into it with our spoons, I looked across at my mother and pictured licking the rich sweet cream off her body. I remembered how delectable the juices from her mature pussy had tasted just a short time ago. The silky texture of the tasty treat before us right now had me wanting more of her sweet cunt-honey.

"Are you ready to go?" I asked as I hurriedly chugged my coffee, anxious to get back to more important matters.

"Just let me finish my coffee, okay?"

"Sure, sorry," I replied, reluctantly forcing myself to sit calmly. Silvia glanced my way and I gave her the nod; you know the one; the one that says I'm ready for the bill any time. She gave me an acknowledging nod in reply and appeared a minute or so later with our bill.

"Andy, let me," my mother said insistently as I placed my credit card on the table.

"No," I answered with a dismissive wave of my hand. "It's my treat."

"But I want to thank you for these new clothes you bought for me." She gave me a sweet doe-eyed look that just about caused me to melt right there on the spot. "I want to make it up to you. Please, let me pay for dinner."

I looked at her, and my eyes couldn't help but be drawn to that incredible chest of hers, the bountiful swells of her 32Gs enticingly filling the front of that gorgeous blue dress. "I can think of another way for you to make it up to me," I said as I gave her a playful leer.

"And what's that?" I could see her blushing as she watched me stare at those voluminous tits of hers.

"Well, you wanted me to teach you something else, right?" There was no mistaking the wicked intent of my words.

She nodded shyly, the torturous anxiety of her lustful desires written all over her face. I decided to be a little more forward.

"Good. If you want to make it up to me, how about we see how good you are with that pretty little mouth of yours?"

"Ah!" She blushed a bright pink and her mouth gaped open as she audibly gasped, her deep blue eyes looking at me intently. "But I......I never did anything like that before."

"Then it's a good thing I'll be there to teach you....to show just what you need to do."

"But...but what if I'm not very good at it. What if...what if you're disappointed in me?" I could see from the look on her face that she was fantastically nervous, and it seemed as if she was more worried about disappointing me than actually doing what I'd want her to do.

"I'm not worried at all, Mom. And I don't want you to be worried either. After everything that's happened between us so far.....trust me.....I think you'll do just fine."

"Uh.......okay," she replied softly, the color in her face slowly returning to normal.

Anxious to get on with our first cock-sucking lesson, I quickly filled out the charge slip, leaving Silvia a generous tip, as usual. Connor and I were always happy to leave a decent tip for the waitresses at Gabriel's. You know what they say, the bigger the tits.....the bigger the tips. And we had no problem adhering to that motto.

"Thanks for coming, and enjoy the rest of your evening," Silvia said as we slid out of the booth. Yes, I definitely planned on enjoying the rest of the evening. I could feel myself getting hornier by the minute.

"Good night, my friends." Gabriel's sweeping arm and graceful bow ushered us out the door with his usual flourish. "And you, young lady, get that son of yours to bring you here more often. It's not often we have such beautiful women grace us with their presence." I saw Gabriel's eyes flick down to my mother's ample bosom as we passed. I knew then that Connor and I hadn't been mistaken in his hiring criteria for his waitresses.

"Thank you so much," my mother replied. "Everything was just delightful. And yes, I'll make Andy bring me back again."

"Anytime you want, Mom." I said, giving Gabriel a conspiratorial wink. My mother slipped her arm through mine as we made our way through the darkening twilight to my car. I helped her in again, and this time I was given a little treat as her dress caught momentarily on the fabric of her seat and rode well up her thighs as she shifted onto her seat. I saw most of her creamy thighs before she quickly pulled it down. I felt my prick give a little lurch in my pants before making my way behind the car, giving myself a little adjustment down below as the thickening slab of meat pressed uncomfortably against my pants.

"Andy, that was wonderful," my mother said as I started up the car and pulled out of the parking lot. "Thank you so much for taking me there."

"Like I said, Mom, anytime you want to go out, just let me know."

"Gabriel and Silvia, they were so nice. I really think you should ask her out. I'm sure she likes you."

"I'll think about it," I replied as I looked over at her, my mind going back to that scintillating view I'd had of her gorgeous legs just moments ago. As the flickering light from the streetlights lit up her lush form sitting next to me, I couldn't wait until we got home to see more. My stiffening member started to make my decisions for me. "Mom, you know how you said you wanted to make it up to me for taking you out?"

"Yes," she answered, unsure of where I was going with this.

"Well, I noticed how great your legs looked when you got into the car. How about letting me see that again?"

She paused and looked around, as if uncertain of our surroundings. "Uh, right here.....in the car?"

"Sure, why not? It's dark out, there's nobody around that could see anything."

"Umm, well....okay. What do you want me to do?" That was just what I was hoping to hear. She was gradually becoming more and more compliant. Although she seemed somewhat hesitant, she was once again willing to do as I asked.

"Just put your purse in the back seat for now and then sit right back in your chair." She did as I asked and waited for her next instruction. "The front button down beside your seat will let it recline. Put is just a little bit further back." Again, she followed my directions and her chair back started to recline until I told her to stop. "That's good, right there. Now, let your legs slowly roll open to each side." My eyes were flicking between the road and her gorgeous form as I watched her knees start to slowly drift to each side. Oh fuck, was it ever hot telling my mother what I wanted her to do and have her follow my instructions to the letter.

"That's the way," I encouraged in a soft lulling voice, my eyes feasting on the growing expanse of thigh coming into view, her spreading legs causing the hem of her dress to rise higher. "Just a little more....that's it." My eyes flicked back and forth between the road and the delectable exhibition going on right beside me. Her legs slid further to each side, the gap between her knees widening until the hem of the dress was stretched tight, preventing any further movement. About half of her smooth full thighs were now on display, but I wanted more.