An offer he can't refuse

To be honest I have never been this scared in my life, my own mother was telling me that I should be her boyfriend. This is just so wrong, on so many levels but I am not sure what to do. "Y-yes t-that is a g-great idea mommy......" She grins at me. "There we go, I knew you would see reason. Your mommy is going to take such good care of you." She said moving her hand up to my pants, rubbing my crotch. And it was then when a made a mistake, a huge, terrible mistake. I pushed her hand away.

I didn't mean to do it, and I regretted it the moment I did. I was fucked, I would not be able to move after she got done with me. At least that's what I thought, instead of a punch in the gut, or a slap. I got a hand running through my hair. "So protective of your flower~ that's one of the best traits to have in a man."

"Y-you're not mad?" I ask her softly, my body relaxing just a bit as I let down my guard. "No hun, this just shows that I raised you right. And that you haven't been sneaking around with girls behind my back, I am proud of you!" She says, giving me a frim pat on the back as she hops off of my bed. "Now then, I have made reservations at a nice little place at the edge of town. We will go out and eat there at five PM, make sure to doll yourself up for me hun."

"U-um." I really didn't like the sound of that. I don't like the sound of any of this, the only thing I am glad about is the fact that she hasn't made a move on me yet. I am already stressing over all the stuff normal boy stress about. Like finding a nice part time job, getting a nice wife, making sure we always have a phone or enough money on hand to make a phone call if a girl gets to grabby.

My mother didn't seem to like the tone of my voice however, as she glared at me and crossed her arms. "Is there a problem? I am giving you a nice date that many boys your age would kill for. And I don't remember teaching you to be ungrateful." Before she could get too close to me I quickly bring my hands up, and tense my body.

"N-no! No! I'm really happy! I've just never been on a date before and I am worried about what to wear, and what makeup to put on!" I lie to her. One good thing about having a mother like mine is that you learn how to make up lies on the fly. My mother hard glare soften, as she laughed. "Oh hun, I should have guessed you would worry about stuff like that. You silly boys, alright I'll pick out what you are going to wear for our date."

"Thank you mom." I softly say, holding back my sigh. Saved myself from a punishment, but now I have to deal with whatever she forces me to wear. And she doesn't have the best fashion sense. If she had it her way all men would wear five layers of jackets to cover up their bodies.