For my 17th birthday my mother told me she wanted to do something special because she was so proud of me that I had behaved as she trained me to and conquered my obscene out of control compulsive m*********** addiction. She suggested that I find a girl to ask out and she would pay for the whole date. But I told her what she already knew, that my love and desire were all oriented towards her. But rather than disappointment she seemed pleased, and told me that she would be my date for the evening. Nothing could have made me happier. When she got dressed she came out if her room and looked devastating, dressed both very tastefully and smolderingly s*** at the same time. I thought we were about to leave but she told me to remember the rule for nights I had dates. That to keep myself respectful and treat a female with dignity and respect that the usual date night pre-m*********** event was required and that from the looks of the front of my pants I needed it. I blushed but was not going to object. She told me not to be shy because it was a compliment that just seeing her all dolled up had been more than enough to get me aroused. But this time rather than hold me as I did it she sat seductively across the living room, head propped on her elbow, killing me with eye contact as i began and all the way through to e**********. As usual it was her uttering her usual simple sentence…”c** for me baby..” that sent me over the edge. She smiled and told me she was pleased that I had learned so much and improved so much as she got a towel for me to clean up. We went to dinner and simply laughed and talked through a long drawn out dinner and I was in no hurry for what for me was the perfect evening with my dream woman. She asked me why I was quiet on the way home, and I told her the evening was perfect thanks to her and I did not want it to end, and she laughed as she drove and told me not to worry that the night was young and the best part was still to come. I was confused and then my jaw dropped and my eyes went wide but she laughed again and told me to simmer down and lose that thought immediately, that she had not for a moment meant that something more involved was in store. But she did say that I had earned something special and memorable and that I deserved it because of how proud she was of me for listening to and obeying her, for respecting her as a woman and my mother and overcoming my “little problem”.
