Moms And Sons

Proposal

After Jayce pounded his key into the lock and twisted it sharply, the front door swung open, and he sprinted inside. As he walked inside, he gently pushed the door back, his expression turning red as a bit too much momentum made it crash somewhat harder than he had planned. Looking for any indication of life, he hoped he wouldn't have to justify his early return.

Entering the living room with a heavy heart, Jayce set a vase of roses and a box of moderately priced chocolates on the coffee table before collapsing onto the plush leather couch. Jayce loosened the knot that had been shackling his throat and stared down at the screen, completely uninterested in what he was seeing.

From the kitchen came his mother's cheerful voice, asking, "Jayce? Honey? Are you back already?"

With a sigh, Jayce responded, "Yeah," and then he slumped his head back against the couch, acknowledging that his luck had run out.

As she entered the kitchen, Clary Lithwell continued to flaunt her toned hips in a custom-tailored work suit paired with a black pencil skirt. Jayce was mesmerized by the sight of the woman who had an air of effortless glamor that would have made most ladies green with envy. He moved his head to look at her. Her platinum blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders and curled at the ends, creating a dramatic volume that made her diminutive stature stand out. Jayce tried not to dwell on the fact that his friends had made sexually suggestive remarks about her figure in the past, but he still couldn't help but notice how her blazer hugged her bust and how her silk white blouse shaped her breasts. This continued even as he got ready to leave for college that summer.

With a charisma that made her one of the most attractive women Jayce knew, her infectious nature might have fooled even the most introverted individuals into thinking she was in her late twenties. Whenever their shared desire got too strong, Jayce's father would shamelessly whisk his wife away to the bedroom, proving his gratitude for having such a desirable wife. This embarrassed Jayce and his sisters.

Her blue eyes betrayed her genuine concern as she questioned the individuals who had tossed the gifts, saying, "I thought you were going to meet Emily for Valentine's Day." "Did something happen?"

"She said she had some sort of meeting with a college rep, a last-minute change in her schedule," he said. "I only found out just as I was driving up to the restaurant to meet her."

After making her way over, Clary knelt down behind Jayce and put a reassuring arm around his shoulders. "And you worked so hard to plan everything out," she spoke. "She could have at least given you some prior warning."

She seemed to have completely forgotten about our scheduled date, which leads me to suspect that she was "overly excited" about the prospect of interviewing with an Ivy League school.

With a malicious glimmer in her eye, Clary grinned and said, "I never really liked her to begin with, if it helps." The woman exuded an air of superiority, as if she felt uncomfortable being around anyone she deemed inferior. "And that nasally voice of hers got on my nerves. I'm not even sure how you put up with her."

"She had come with good qualities," Jayce shrugged and smiled gently; his mom's efforts to lift his spirits helped alleviate some of his awkwardness.

Without hesitating, Clary retorted, "Not when she's standing you up because she feels that she has better things to do!" "Like I said, you're better off finding a girl who will appreciate you."

The subject was moved, although not as gracefully as Jayce would have liked; he said, "I thought I was going to be alone here." "Why are you home so early?"

"I hooked a big client last week, and I mean big. I think I've more than earned a few afternoons off for the time being," she added. But that's not going to work when I can just hide in the house while your dad isn't home. And you? It's still Valentine's Day; there's had to be a girl out there waiting for you to take her.

Jayce groaned and resigned himself to spending the night in his room, attempting to overcome the overwhelming shame. "I think I might just stay in," he said.

"Absolutely not!" Clary retorted, quickly getting to her feet and fixing her resolute gaze on Jayce, who was visibly taken aback. "You've been looking forward to this for weeks; you said so yourself. I refuse to allow you to let the day go to waste because Emily decided to go back on a promise."

After trying everything else, Jayce finally gave up and crossed his fingers across his face in frustration. Is anyone available for a casual date this Valentine's Day, or is it even possible to meet someone who isn't currently in a relationship?

Where do I stand?""Can you tell me?" Clary asked, crossing her arms across her chest.

Is it you?" Please explain.It wasn't until he understood she was dead serious that Jayce stopped laughing at the ridiculousness.

Who am I kidding? I'm the woman standing before you. "Your dad doesn't get off work until ten; his team's on a new project, so he's got to do a lot of research," Clary went on to say, "but I have the rest of the night to myself in my diary, and I'd rather go out and have fun than stay home all day."

But the fact that you are my mom makes me think it's best if we scrap the plan. "If someone spotted us, I wouldn't be able to show my face at school again."

Clary took out her phone and started tapping the screen quickly, saying, "Baby, we don't have to go to one of the local restaurants." She chuckled amiably. "Look at that; the Sophocles Theater is showing Titanic for one night only."

The familiar obstinate spark in his mom's eyes informed Jayce that she wouldn't give up easily. "That place is seedy and hasn't been renovated since the 1980s. Is it still around?" Jayce remarked, but his mom insisted that it was on the opposite side of town. Apparently, E.T. posters were still up the last time we were by. strung out in front of the control booth.

"It's part of its rustic aesthetic," Clary said with a smile, having knowledge of the rundown theater's reputation. "More importantly, it's far enough away that you won't have to worry about any of your friends catching us on a little date night." Excuse me, but I don't think you would mind going out with a stunning older woman. People would be green with envy if they saw us.

Jayce cautiously responded, "I still don't know," oblivious to his mother's widening smile. "You're still in your work clothes."

I want that tie back on and that shirt buttoned up; I refuse to be seen with anything less than a dashing young man. "Easily rectified," Clary said, leaning down and kissing Jayce on the cheek before rushing over to the stairs in the landing. "Just give me about an hour and I'll be ready to go."

Jayce grinned and said, "I'll wait," as he listened to his mother's pounding footsteps as she hurried up the stairs.

Following her instructions, Jayce fastened his shirt buttons and re-wrapped his tie around his neck. He double-checked his appearance in the hanging mirror to ensure he was in good health. Jayce, content with his good looks, perused the channels in search of something to occupy his time as he waited patiently.

When he heard his mother's heels stomping on the hardwood floor, he jumped to his feet and brushed his suit jacket down as a precaution, proving his mother's prediction was correct. As she eventually made her grand entrance, he couldn't help but let out a gasp, stunned by the scene before him.

Her hard-won curves were flaunted in a black sequined bodycon dress that hugged her figure. The dress was shoulderless and had a skirt that fell just above her ankles. To show off her legs, there was a slit that ran up to her thigh. She cinched her waist with a thin metal belt, drawing even more attention to her large breasts and highlighting her hourglass figure. Her little frame was accentuated by a pair of shiny black platform Louboutin shoes that lifted her far above her petite stature, drawing attention to her toned legs and revealing her attractive posterior.

With shiny scarlet lipstick complementing her succulent lips, her oval face flaunted a minimal bit of makeup, allowing her innate beauty to radiate. She had high cheekbones to begin with, so a touch of blush highlighted them, and a little black glitter eyeshadow accentuated her sapphire eyes. The light streaming in from the hallway illuminated her golden locks as they cascaded down her back and over her bare shoulders in a mesmerizing spiral pattern.

As Clary twisted to the side, ran a hand down her back, and acossed the swell of her ass, she made an observation that, judging by the look on your face, would indicate that she had made an effect.