Take Alison to the movies

You get ready for your first date with your mother. You attempt to find a shirt in your closet, except that when you open it, you don't see a closet but a room full of high grade clothes and shoes. Feels good doesn't it ?

You find a three-pieces suit. You put it on your bed before taking a shower, shaving yourself everywhere and putting on Arab perfume. You've never had one before but it's really different from usual perfumes, even the French ones. This one smells more masculine. You shaved your beard because it is not a real beard, just some annoying facial hair yet you would have liked yo have a beard. You take out your phone without even thinking as it became natural for you.

John Tyler grows a beard. Drake type of shit. He also got an athletic body. Michael B Jordan type of shit. He can bench the average gym bro's deadlift.

Now that you look at yourself in your 5 meters long mirror, even you find yourself attractive. If you were a girl you'd definitely give yourself a blowjob.

Once you put on your suit you realise you look like a Peaky Blinder. You open a drawer with a few jewellery inside. You choose to wear a golden Audemars and a golden ring on your middle finger. That new life is the real deal. You chuckle as you look at yourself in the mirror and rehearse a few things.

"You look gorgeous Alina."

"I know a great Italian place I want to take you to."

"Do you want popcorn?"

"Suck my-" Maybe you shouldn't say it like that.

"Suck my dick, by order of the Peaky Fookin' Bloynders." Now that cannot possibly fail to convince her.

Now a last detail before going out.

Alison Tyler has a very high libido. She likes kinky foreplay, role-play, exhibitionism and has lots of fetishes.

Ok, lesssgoooo.

You go down the stairs with full confidence due to your new drip outfit. But you almost forgot, as you were waiting in your hall and thinking how impressed your mother would be, that your mom is the hottest woman in your life yet she never ceases to demonstrate that. Once again she demonstrates her superiority to other women when you see her going down the marble stairs.

Time seems to freeze when her purple velvet dress penetrates your pupils. The shiny choker of pearls warping around neck highlights her majestic cleavage that you feel could take away your sight at any moment. The dress is not too tight around her breast as it is supported by thin laces going over her shoulders but as it flows down her body it clearly lets you see the curves of her waist, hips, ass and thighs as if she were naked, only better.

The brightness of her earrings, attracts your gaze to her even more shiny face, heavenly is the only word to describe it. Nothing in the world could make you want to modify this face in your phone. Her black hair flows down to her shoulders like waves in a slightly agitated sea.

Eventually she walks to you with her bare silky arms joining at her waist's height and holding a Gucci purse. She also has golden jewellery on both hands. Her mouth opens and closes a few times but you can't hear her for a time until you realise she's talking to you.

"... am so excited, aren't you?"

"Y-yes, I-I'm excited too mo- uh, Alison." You mutter because you were staring at her shiny purple lips. They look like they taste like honey, only more erotic. Her fruity smell makes you water your mouth. You try to come back to your senses. As you do, you slowly move your gaze upwards until you meet... her eyes. They're...

Sorry man, I spaced out too. It's just that her eyes are...

Sorry I can't. Anyways we don't have time. She's talking again!! Listen!!!

"... you here ? Sweetie ?" She snaps fingers around your face to get your attention.

"Y-yes, sorry. I-I-I spaced out a-a bit. Yes." This is getting embarrassing.

"Yeah I saw that. You're eating me with your eyes. I'm sure you're watering behind these closed lips." She taunts you with an erotic smile. Man she's going to be hard to handle. You're starting to think I lied to you when I said this story was about having an easy life.

"Yeah, but you look so gorgeous right now. I needed a minute of silence to pay my respects to all the men you're gonna kill out there." She giggles at your comment. She approaches you to taunt you even more. You can feel her breath brushing your lips.

"Aw, my sweetheart is such a lover boy. I think you're hot too." She puts her hand on your belly, then slowly rubs it down your body. When you try to kiss her and she's about to touch your steel-hard dick, she quickly takes a few steps back. "We should go now. We don't want to miss that movie, do we ?" That bitch is provocative. You desire her even more now that she's showing attitude.

"Ok, let's go then." Your mother puts on a black fur coat that covers her down to her waist and still leaves a small space for cleavage.

You're putting your hand on the doorknob to get out when she tells you "Did you take your car-key ?"

"My key ?"

"Yes, the key for your car."

You have a car ? "N-no I forgot to take it. I'm gonna take it right now. Um, can you just tell me where I put them again? I forgot."

"You still need your mother, uh?" She playfully says with a taunting smile. "In the drawer right there."

You take your keys. "Thank you Alison. Um, did you tell dad that we're going out ?"

She looks at you with less joyful face than before. "What are you worrying about him for ? That good-for-nothing doesn't need to be told anything. He'll just starve on the couch waiting for me to cook even if I'm not here. Then he'll go to sleep without even trying to fix up something for himself. Maybe he'll drink a beer but that's it. I don't want to hear about him again."

"Okay but, what about Juliette ?"

She loosens a bit. "I didn't forget about my daughter. She's going out with her colleagues tonight." She gets her smile back. "She's a big girl you don't have to worry about her."

"Ok then, we're cool. Let's go." You take her hand and goes to your car. You walk out to see a deck with three cars. A black Mercedes AMG, A purple cabriolet and some lame car. The key you hold is the key of an AMG so it must be yours. The cabriolet must be your mother's and the lame car, your father's. Poor guy. Since Alison is the one bringing in the bread she gets to decide who gets a slice of the cake. She really doesn't like your father.

You open the door for Alison. "Thank you, sir."

"My pleasure, milady." That sounded cheesy but you still like it. The only sound of the door when you close it lets you feel a bit how cool your car is. You'll be sure to ride it with Snoop on the highway.

You sit in your driver's seat. The interior of the car is full-leather. She (because your car is definitely a she) has multicolour interior lights that participate in the mood. If you put in the right music, it'll be perfect.

And THIS is the perfect song : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y9NUjVvKq6A&list=PLPCja8Fj2P6J79mF6cbmI2_NIW9kcfa2H&index=4 The name of the Music is Σ. MOROSE and the artist is Damso.

You turn on the music, get a good grip on the turn wheel, make eye-contact with Alison, get out of the driveway and ride through the city in the night. It feels like you just got into a bubble with your girl. This moment is heavenly. You think to yourself "if I had a car like that before, I'd smoke weed in it with Snoop." But since you got this car thanks to an alteration of the past, there are good chances that you got weed in here.

"Mom, can you look into the glovebox? There should be weed in there."

She's shocked by what you just said. She turns to you with a surprised face. "What did you say ?!"

"I said, there should be weed in there." You reply with a confident deep voice. She seems to be disturbed by your assertiveness. You know she was about to scold you but you don't leave her the time. "I know you want to scold me because you're my mom." You put one hand behind her neck and firmly, yet gently, grab it. "But you're my woman now. So behave like it." You kiss her sweet voluptuous lips leave them for a bit. She stays still a short moment while she hesitates then replies with a kiss of her own.

You break your embrace to get your attention back on the road. "Would you mind rolling me a blunt now?"

"What kind of woman would I be if I didn't serve my man?" She takes out the weed from the glove department then rolls a heavy stick. She lights it then smokes it first, leaving purple traces of lipstick on it. She exhales her smoke on your face before putting the stick in your mouth.

You cough a bit.

" You sure show attitude to act like a man but you're still my baby, aren't you?" She cheerfully provocantes you and chuckles from it. "Let mommy help you with that." She inhales from the joint and keeps the smoke in her mouth then she takes your face with one of her hands made of porcelaine and kisses you while exhaling the smoke in your mouth.

You don't cough anymore.

"Thanks Alison. You helped a lot."

"That's what women are for my dear."

You smoke the weed and get high together, enjoying even more the mood of the drive. You laugh together, kiss, caress each other. Each time your mother puts the blunt in your mouth, she makes sure to rub your dick with one of hands to taunt you more. This is so heavenly, it feels like god teared a crack in the fabric of space-time and poured you, music, lights, your girl, your wealth in a private space made of pure bliss.

You intentionally ride around the city longer than you need to because you to enjoy it longer.

Eventually you arrive at the parking lot of the cinema.

If I were you I'd keep listening to the song for the rest of the date.