“Hi,” he managed to croak out.
His mother had no problem speaking.
“Hey Amy, it’s good to see you too,” she cheerfully said.
“You two know each other?” Amy inquired, her eyes lingering on Mark long enough to make him uncomfortable.
“This is my son,” Lauren happily replied.
“I knew you had a son, but I didn’t know it was Mark here,” came Amy’s response.
“You know my son?” Lauren asked.
“Why yes. We met at the tire shop,” Amy confided, much to Mark’s relief.
To change the subject he asked, “And how do you two know each other?”
“Oh, your Mom and I both work for the school,” Amy answered.
“Amy is one of the student guidance counselors,” Lauren clarified.
“I see,” he nonchalantly replied, realizing how little he knew about Amy.
Amy and Lauren chatted for a few minutes more before Amy said she had to get back to her table. Mark’s eyes followed her progress until she sat at a table occupied by an older couple.
“So how long have you known Mrs. Fowler?” his mom asked.
Without looking up he replied, “Not that long, I’ve rotated her tires a time or two.”
“That’s nice. She’s a sweet lady so you make sure to take special care of her when she comes in for service,” Lauren said before turning her attention back to her menu.
He almost choked with her statement. He couldn’t help wondering what his mother would think of the nice lady if she knew that said lady had incestuous sex with her son. He also wondered what she would say if she found out that he was fucking her too. It was best not to dwell on that fact he told himself.
Once they finished their meal he left a nice tip, paid their tab and headed out the door with Lauren in the lead. This gave Mark a chance to admire his mother. The dress she wore was a simple brown number with a flower design that hugged her frame just enough to show her curves without being too snug. The hem ended just below mid-thigh giving him an excellent view of her shapely legs. It was while he was looking at them he realized that she wasn’t wearing any stockings or pantyhose. Just as they reached the car he jumped ahead and opened her door for her.
“Allow me to be a gentleman,” he said, executing an exaggerated bow which caused her to laugh out loud.
“Why thank you, kind Sir,” she giggled as she climbed into the seat.
Just as he’d hoped, the hem of her dress rose as she put first one foot in, followed swiftly by the other one. Unfortunately it didn’t rise far enough to satisfy his curiosity about whether she only went without panties when she wore pantyhose, or if she went without them all the time. As he rounded the car to get into the passenger seat he had to adjust his crotch area. As he settled into the seat a wave of shame washed over him for his impure thoughts.
It turned out the film playing at the only movie house in town was The Godfather part2, something that neither had any interest in watching. After a short discussion they decided to just call it a night and head home. For the rest of the evening they lounged around the house watching television before both headed off to their rooms. As they walked down the hall Lauren turned suddenly causing Mark to collide with her. Surprised, he wrapped his arms around her waist which caused their torsos to mesh together. Both stood there for a few seconds just staring into the other’s eyes, the silence growing in the small hallway. Finally she pushed against his chest and stepped back a bit.