Zesai and Amara spent the whole week jittery, their stomachs flipping every time they thought about prom night.
For Zesai, it was a dream come true. A real date with his mom, even if it was all pretend. He couldn't wait to walk in with her on his arm, showing her off.
Amara saw it different, a chance to nudge Zesai into mixing with his classmates, plus some rare, fun time with him. And if they pulled this off? Her ego would soar knowing she could still pass for a college girl.
Zesai rented a tuxedo, black, crisp, with a bow tie that felt like a noose around his neck. Amara went shopping and snagged a dress but kept it a secret, hiding it in her closet so he wouldn't peek until the big night.
Prom night rolled around, and Zesai was ready early, pacing the living room like a caged animal. His tux fit snug, the jacket pulling tight across his shoulders, pants brushing his polished shoes. The bow tie choked him, and he kept tugging at it, sweat beading on his forehead. He clutched a corsage, white roses with a green ribbon, his hands shaking a little.
Then he heard her heels clicking down the stairs. He turned, and his breath stopped. "Wow!" he yelped.
Amara stood there, a vision in a slinky, short gown, shimmery green silk that hugged her like a second skin. The neckline plunged low, scooping down to show off the tops of her boobs, the soft curves swelling just enough to tease without overly revealing.
The fabric clung to her waist, then flared out at the hips, the hem jagged with triangular cuts that flashed her thighs, smooth, pale skin peeking out with every step.
She'd had her blonde hair done up at the salon, piled high in a messy bun with little curls spilling down to frame her cheeks, brushing her freckled skin.
Her makeup was light but perfect, eyeshadow which made her blue eyes pop, a swipe of mascara, and pink gloss on her lips. She balanced on four-inch heels, green to match, her toes peeking out, nails painted the same shade. The dress was so tight, panties would've left lines, so she wore nothing underneath, the silk sliding over her bare ass and pussy.
She twirled slow, the gown's back dipping all the way to the tops of her hips, showing off her spine and the dimples above her ass. "You like?" she asked, grinning, her voice light and playful.
"God, Mom, you're gorgeous," Zesai said, eyes glued to her back, then snapping to her front as she faced him again. The dress shimmered, catching the light, her boobs trembling faintly as she breathed.
"I don't look too old, do I?" she asked, a flicker of worry creasing her forehead, her freckles shifting as she bit her lip.
"Nah, age don't matter, you're killing it. I'll have the hottest girl at prom, hands down," he said, beaming, chest puffing out a little.
"Thanks, sweetie. Ready to roll?"
"Hell yeah."
"Wait, Shit, forgot my coat," she said, darting back upstairs. She came down a minute later, a white fur coat draped over her shoulders, covering the bare back and arms. It made her look classy, the green dress peeking out beneath, elegant and mysterious now.
Zesai stepped close, fumbling with the corsage. He slid it onto her wrist, the white roses bright against her skin, and offered his arm. She took it, and he led her to the car, her heels clicking on the driveway.
The prom was classic high school, held in the gym, streamers looping from the rafters, balloons bobbing in clumps of red and white. The lights were dim, a disco ball spinning lazy sparkles across the floor. It was cheesy as hell, but Amara ate it up, grinning like she'd stepped back into her own teenage years.
They danced a few fast songs her skirt flaring, his tux jacket flapping as they moved, laughing over the thumping bass.
Then Kieran strolled up, his girlfriend Brielle on his arm. He smirked at Zesai, then turned to Amara. "Wanna dance?" he asked, smooth and easy. He nudged Brielle toward Zesai, like she was a hand-me-down.
Zesai's eyes bugged out when he saw Brielle's dress. It was fire-engine red, slit down the front from her collarbone to just above her navel, the fabric parting wide. Her boobs big, round, and heavy pushed the edges apart, showing off most of her chest, the inner curves bare and jiggling as she shifted.
Only a thin strip of dress kept her nipples covered, and every sway threatened to spill more.
The gown hugged her hips, then flowed to the floor, a high slit on one side flashing her leg up to her thigh. Her dark hair tumbled in loose waves over her shoulders, brushing the tops of her boobs, and she wore chunky gold hoops that swung as she moved.
Red stilettos peeked out, clicking sharp on the gym floor. She tossed her head, smirking at Zesai, and he swallowed hard, trying not to stare straight at her chest as they hit the dance floor. Her boobs bounced with every step, the dress barely holding her together.
Amara followed Kieran, her coat still on, fur brushing her arms. They danced fast at first, her heels tapping, his sneakers scuffing. When the music slowed, she started to head back to Zesai spotting him wrapped up with Brielle, her arms around his neck, boobs pressed close but Kieran grabbed her elbow, tugging her back. "One more," he said, pulling her in. His hands landed on her hips, firm through the coat, and he swayed her slow. "So, how'd you and Zesai hook up?" he asked.
"At a sorority party," she said, keeping it simple, her ponytail swaying.
"You two official?" he asked, hands sliding a little lower, resting just above her ass, fingers pressing into the fur.
"Yeah, we are," she said, steady, meeting his eyes.
"Lucky dude," Kieran said, grinning. He pulled her closer, his groin brushing hers through the coat and dress.
She felt him, hard, pressing in but the thick fur that she close it from the front kept it distant, no chance for his hands to wander lower or feel she was bare underneath.
A tiny thrill zipped through her anyway, this cocky kid, all charm and muscle, wanting her. It stroked her ego, even if he was full of himself.
But she wasn't here for that. When the song faded, she stepped back, breaking his grip. "Thanks for the dance," she said, cool and final, turning away. She walked back to Zesai, leaving Kieran standing there, pants tight, a frustrated smirk on his face.