Exceptionally as it turns out the owner recognises you so you get the best treatment

Getting the reservation that night for the Italian Restaraunt your Mother has been keen to try looks to be impossible at first, the head waiter giving you an apologetic look when you try and ask at their lunch service. To the man's credit, he does genuinely seem apologetic and even offers to get you something by next week, despite initially telling you they had a two-week waiting time. You begin to resign yourself to the possibility of having to put things off for a week, maybe treating your Mother to something homemade instead, but then the owner of the Restaraunt appears.

"Hello, good to see you," The woman in a tailored white blouse and black pencil skirt, with her black hair tied back immaculately in a no-nonsense ponytail.

"Hi, good to see you too," You reply, instinctively, reading the well-dressed woman's body language and going in for a hug, despite being almost certain, you've never met this woman in your life.

"Play along," She whispers in your ear as you embrace tightly before letting go and smiling.

"You know Madame Da Luca?" The head waiter asks in surprise.

"Sorry, I didn't want to be that girl, who name drops their friend to get in," You offer nervously.

"How many seats?" Madame Da Luca asks softly.

"Just two," The head waiter replies.

"Oh we've got a special table that I'm sure we could squeeze you into," Madame Da Luca says with a smile

"Of course, a friend of Ms Da Luca is always welcome, we'll get you set up with the VIP table," The head waiter says, writing down a note in the planner on the desk before handing you a plain black card with the restaurant's name in stylised white font. "If I'm not seating guests, hand this to my colleague and they'll understand," The head waiter says with a polite smile.

"Oh, but what time is our reservation," You ask.

"Any time, you are a friend of Ms Da Luca, and she treats her friends very well," The headwaiter replies with a polite bow.

"Thank you, Charlie," Ms Da Luca says with a smile. "I'll want a quick work with my friend, so, please could you keep an eye on things," She adds with a smile.

"Of course," Charlie replies before giving you both another polite bow and slipping away inside the restaurant to watch over the lunch service.

One the head waiter is gone, you turn to Ms Da Luca with a puzzled look, which simply earns you a broad smile from the well-dressed owner. "So how do we know each other?" You ask hesitantly.

"I am a close friend and patron of Patricia and Millies, venture," Ms Da Luca replies with a smirk. "I'm a very big fan of you and your Sister's work," She adds with a grin.

"Right, you must be one of the trusted members, who verifies the content," You reply, nodding sagely. "Guess that makes sense, she knows you personally and can trust you," You add.

"Indeed," Ms Da Luca replies. "She knows my secret, about how much my sweet son Marco and I care for each other," She adds with a smile.

"Well happy to meet you, Ms Da Luca" You reply with a smile.

"Please call me Isabella," Isabella says with a smile.

"Well, thanks for the reservation, Isabella," You say with a smile.

"The least I could do for someone who's given me so much joy," Isabella replies bitting down on her bottom lip as her brown eyes wander up and down your body. "So who's the lucky lady for tonight, one of your Sisters?" Isabella asks with a wry smile.

"My Mom actually," You reply with a nervous laugh.

"Mmmm, so you like the more mature women too?" Isabella asks with a sensual tone.

"Yeah," You admit with a slight laugh.

"Mmmmmm, perhaps when you're family are happy, you could make a little time for me?" Isabella asks in a flirty tone.

"Very, very tempting," You reply with a soft tone, your eyes openly looking up and down Isabella's body. "Perhaps we can arrange something," You reply with an eager grin. "Although I warn you, it might come with risks," You add biting down on your bottom lip.

"Do go on," Isabella purrs.

"Well, Ruby my Older Sister, is a partner with Patrica and Millie," You explain with a smile, "They're eager to find more like-minded couples, shall we say, willing to perform on camera," You continue.

"Oh, you wicked thing, you want me to volunteer?" Isabella replies her brown eyes looking into yours.

"That and more, you see If you want to spend some time with me, I want you to risk it all with Marco," You reply, leaning in until your lips are right by Isabella's ears, "Just like my Sister's did," You whispers sensually.

"Mmmmmm, you drive a hard bargain," Isabella replies taking a deep breath and swallowing hard. "But it'll make a special birthday present for his 21st," Isabella adds her breathing still heavy at the thought of what she was considering.

"Even more special if your Son's seed finds its way home," You reply with a confident tone.

"And if it doesn't?" Isabella asks with a smile.

"Either way, you'll get the pleasure of my company" You reply with a smile, "But if his seed doesn't, I'll make sure mine does," You reply in a sensual tone.

"Fuck," Isabella huffs, shaking her head. "Fine, I'll do it," She replies.

"Excellent, I'll speak to Ruby to arrange things," You reply with a grin. "Make sure the arrangements are made so that Sweet Marco gets a fair chance at his Mom," You add with a grin.

"I better make sure Charlie is handling things," Isabella replies fanning her face with her hand.

"Yeah, better see how he's doing, after all, he might be running things solo for a while, in about 9-10 months," You add with a wicked grin.

"Wonderful meeting you, Amy," Isabella says with a smile, "Also don't worry about tonight, I'll take care of everything since it's for your Mother," Isabella adds before straightening her skirt and blouse and composing herself before returning inside the restaurant.

You check your dress a few times in the Mirror making sure there was no noticeable bulge as you move or go between sitting and standing, until you're finally satisfied that your cock wouldn't be spoiling its grand reveal to your Mom, just yet. You give your hair a final once over, and check your make-up one final time, feeling an odd sense of nervousness filling your stomach as you check the time. It feels strange being nervous, but you want things to go well with your Mom tonight as it's the first big step in bringing her into the forbidden family fold. You're sure Mira could help, but you want to do this on your own, a test of your own abilities for a change.

"Honey, are you ready?" Your Mother asks knocking on the door lightly.

"Yeah, I'll be right out, Mom," You reply with a smile, taking a deep breath before opening the door and seeing how well your Mom was dressed.

Your eyes widen in amazement when you see your Mother standing before you in a tight black form-hugging dress with a large plunge between your Mother's revealing an enticing amount of cleavage on her ample E-cup boobs. Your eyes linger on your Mom's tits for a while, before they scan downward, the dress barely comes halfway down her thighs, meaning much of her long slightly toned legs are on show. You realise you're staring for a moment and your eyes flick up to your Mom's face, where her subtle makeup really makes her features pop. Her wonderful sea-blue eyes twinkle as she smiles at you.

"Say something, Honey, you're embarrassing me," Your Mother says with a soft laugh.

"Sorry Mom, you look incredible," You say with a big smile.

"Thanks, Honey," Your Mom replies, giving you a quick turn, showing you just how tightly her dress clings to her sweet perky rear. "I was worried, I might be a little too old to wear something like this," She adds with a nervous laugh.

"Nonsense, looking like that, I bet the guys will be looking at you over me," You reply with a grin.

"Oh stop it you," Your Mother replies with a giggle.

"I'm serious, I bet you that someone thinks you're my Sister rather than Mom," You offer with a smile.

"I'll take that action," You Mother jokes.

"Awesome, if I win, I can ask you to do one thing," You reply with a grin.

"It's never going to happen, so sure," Your Mother replies with a giggle. "I'm so confident, I don't even want anything if you lose," She adds.

"Ooooh, a risk taker," You joke. "Go Mom," You add with a giggle.

"I'll have you know, I was quite the wild girl, back when I was your age," Your Mother replies with a smile.

"Well, as it happens I have just the place we can go, and maybe talk about that, over some great food," You reply with a grin.

"What are we waiting for then," You Mother replies.

Isabella's restaurant isn't too far, the cab driver is hardly able to take his eyes off the rearview as you sit in the back with your Mom. He even manages to win you your bed by wishing you and your Sister a good night as you tip him. Your Mother tries to say it doesn't count, but even if she was right, Isabella greets you personally escorting you to your seat, saying how wonderful it is to see two Sisters getting on so well, before acting with surprise when your Mom corrects her.

Your Mom is a little taken aback by the prices, but you assure her it's fine, tonight is your treat, although technically now it was Isabella's but your Mom didn't need to know that, and besides she'd promised not to fuss. So you order some wine and happily talk and soak in the wonderful atmosphere of the restaurant, the food is wonderful, and the conversation is fun as you get your Mom talking about her younger years which you genuinely knew little about. For starters, you had no idea you're Mom wanted to be a writer, and still does, but feels too shy to try. She laughs as you suggest, just find a fan site, or even an erotica site and just go for it, doesn't matter as long as she enjoy it, plus the more she writes the better she should get.

By the time the meal is over, both you and your Mother a more than a little tipsy, not quite drunk, but fairly close to it, still in that warm pleasant relaxed state before, everything such as walking and talking at a reasonable volume becomes a monumental amount of effort. Isabella goes through the act of bringing you the bill and pretending to charge your card, the receipt blank except for a phone number which you quickly stash in your purse.

Finally, you take your Mother home, the car ride is short and peaceful, both your Mother and you, enjoying the quiet of each other's company, not feeling any need to say anything. You pay the taxi driver and are left outside your house with your Mom, underneath the night sky.

"I wish we could see the stars," You Mother says with a smile, looking up and the night sky, light pollution preventing you from seeing any but the brightest stars in the night sky.

"Like when we went camping?" You ask with a smile.

"Yeah," Your Mother agrees with a soft sigh. "I'd love to do that again," You Mother says.

"Why don't we," You offer with a smile.

"You mean it?" Your Mother asks.

"Yeah, let go Friday, pack up the car, camp out for a few nights, just the two of us," You suggest, reaching over and taking your Mom's hand into your own and squeezing it.

"Yeah, I'd like that a lot," Your Mom replies taking her eyes down from the night sky, and looking at you with a warm smile.

"It's a date then," You reply with a grin.

"Speaking of which, I need to thank you for tonight, easily the best first date I've ever had," Your Mother says with a smile.

"Does that mean I get a kiss?" You ask teasingly, your Mother smiling and leaning in, pressing her lips to your cheek and kissing you.

"How's that?" Your Mother asks softly.

"Nice, but I was thinking of a proper kiss," You reply in a joking tone, your Mom rolling her eyes and shaking her head and laughing. "I mean I did win that bet, that you'd be mistaken for a Sister rather than Mother," You continue with a giggle. "And the bet was that I could ask you to do one thing," You continue with a big smile.

"You'd waste a freebie, any favour within reason, on a kiss?" Your Mother asks in disbelief.

You are about to give your Mom a reply, but you suddenly find her lips pressing against yours, slowly parting, her tongue teasing your lips, until you part your own and allow your Mom's tongue to dance and mingle with your own. The pair of you standing outside the family home, deeply kissing each other, is the perfect way to round off a special night.

Your Mom eventually breaks the kiss, her breathing slightly heavy, as is your own. "Well, thanks for a wonderful Date, Honey," Your Mother says, slowly walking away to the house leaving you standing there, feeling thankful that it's dark out to hide the fact you're rock hard cock is tenting your dress slightly, despite your best efforts to tuck it away. Your mind already planning a follow-up date for your Mom, with the plan to make the weekend camping trip that fateful third date.