The restaurant that they went to was an Itailan place, one that Jon remembered his parents going to in the old reality. As they went in, Mark's hand drifted down to caress his son's ass. Jon blushed and cuddled closer to his father. He was starting to really enjoy this. No one else seemed to find it strange that Jon was dressed in women's clothing and going out with an older man.
They were seated at a table. After they had ordered, Jon reached across, touched his father's hands and asked, "Dad, I mean, Mark. Tell me again, how we fell in love and got married. It sounds so romantic when you tell it." The intimacy made Jon's cock stiffen. He hoped that it wasn't visible under his skirt. Fortunately his male panties were designed to accommodate an erection without losing its snug quality. Their soft feel only added to the eroticism of the situation.
Now it was Mark's turn to blush. "Its such a complicated story," he said. "And I'm not totally sure where it all started but..."
