The lights went down except the light from the stage. With the railing in the balcony it was almost dark below our chests. The play started and along about the middle of the second act it got fairly risqué. There were several people in their underwear including one rather striking man with a noticeable running bump in the front of his briefs.
First my son almost feels me up then I get a nice bedroom scene with a hunk performer in underwear. Well, I really enjoy getting turned on so why not. I squeeze my buns and go with it. I open my legs just a little for air along with my mouth. Earl said, “You’re quiet mom.” We usually chatted, almost whispering.
I said, “It’s the hunky man in the briefs. He’s putting on a nice performance. Gets to me a little. Well, actually you started it with your fingers on the inside of my thighs feeling, you know, around down there.”
Since we’ve been coming to these events, about one every three months, we started playing games with each other in the motel or hotel room. It’s just one night every three months so it hasn’t gotten wild. Decky and I would spoon or fiddle feet and I would climb in bed with Earl and do about the same.
Being in bed clothes in bed is sexual. Earl and I seem to do a little more as time goes by but it’s so much fun. He isn’t shy but he waits for me to start something. We’ve gotten to the rubbing genitals against genitals stage. Definitely fun. Decky hasn’t gotten in bed with Earl yet and she and I haven’t gone very far, mostly spooning and hugging.
Earl looked at me and then smiled and then back to the stage. After a few moments his hand was back on my thigh with his fingers where they were before, up high. I really don’t think he knew how high up he was. I felt him moving around and he touched me next to my, by now, swollen clit. He paused and then his fingers started moving around. My legs were open a little and he could easily get his fingers where he wanted them.
I wondered how much he would tease me so I let him go. Besides, it felt so good. He was my son, he wouldn’t feel me up, just tease me. Decky couldn’t see, it was dark and she was below us and the angle was a little off with my legs open, even this much. Then I felt Earl’s finger on the top of my clit, well, on the hood I guess. He stopped moving.
He moved his finger up and down but I think it got to him when he moved it left and right and bumped over my hood. Then he stopped but kept his finger there. He may have been waiting until I jerked it out or some other reaction. I didn’t move and I didn’t push my clit out.
Earl was one of those kinds of persons you see on the street and have to get in bed with and never ask their name. Walking sex. I didn’t stop him so he must have figured I wanted him. To continue I mean. He did. His finger moved lightly on the center of my hood for two or three minutes. That is a very long damn time.
I know he could hear me breathing deeply. His finger dropped right off the end of my clit and worked its way down, playing with my ridges until he got to the bottom. I have absolutely no doubt at all he knew exactly where he was and what he was doing to me. Panty hose are fairly thin around there even with the real cotton panel and these didn’t have one of those and they were form fitting and a little tight so he couldn’t get down inside anything.