Your mother returns

You took the opportunity to look around at Stephanie's redecorated home. It DID feel different from when you were last here - warmer and less, well, pornographic. But you were surprised in that it still didn't seem like your mom. The new furniture she had picked up was very modern in style, as was the new art on the walls. Your mom had always preferred a more 'homey' or country style with simple designs in natural wood. This stuff was very contemporary. Likewise you knew she'd usually gone for pretty landscapes or still life art; instead she had chosen more avant-garde pieces. Perhaps this was her friend's influence?

You were the most shocked, however, to find that she had hung back up a couple of the stills of 'Amber Knights'. Granted these were more tasteful that the others, showing some flesh but not being 'action shots'. You shook your head in wonder. Apparently your mom was really adapting to Stephanie's life.

You were caught up in your examination of her home and it's new decor, so you didn't notice her return at first.

"Tim, I'm back!" you heard your mom say in a cheery tone.

You turned to see her sitting on the edge of an ottoman. You stared in amazement, speechless for a moment. She acted slightly nervous but she looked incredible. Nothing like your mother from a week ago. Instead she was dressed like you'd expect Stephanie to be for a night on the town. She wore heavy makeup in Stephanie's style. She had a short, sleeveless black dress that bared her shoulders. You guessed that she chose it as one of Stephanie's more conservative outfits, as the front went up to her neck and the pleats didn't emphasize her breasts quite so much. But it really showed her luscious legs, and you couldn't pull your eyes away.

"So, do I look okay?" she asked a little self-consciously. "I hadn't expected you to dress up for me, so I grabbed what I could quickly find that seemed appropriate."

"You...you look amazing!" you stuttered.

She smiled and lowered her gaze. "Thank you, Tim. It's nice to feel so young and attractive." She stood and walked over to you. "Dinner is about ready. Want to set the table for me?"

You nodded, still having trouble putting words together. Her sultry beauty and the scent of her perfume sent a surge of lust through you - but that mixed with confusion and self-disgust as you told yourself "What am I doing? This is my mom!"

She went into the kitchen to get the food while you put out plates, napkins, and silverware. You saw some candles on a shelf and impulsively took them as well. You set out everything and lit two candles, arranging things as best you could. When your mom came out with the salmon, she was delighted at what you'd done. "Oh, how lovely! Thank you, dear. It's been so very long since anyone ..." she trailed off thoughtfully. "No matter," she said, "that was the past and this is now. I'm very happy we're together this evening. Let's enjoy it!"