She grabbed the tub of ice cream and handed me a spoon. It was indeed strawberry ice cream, but the other half was something that I couldn’t name. It looked like a bunch of crushed leaves and rocks mixed in with vanilla ice cream. I steered clear of that and chose to stick with my bread and butter, strawberry. About ten minutes passed and we were eating away. The movie was actually funny and drew me into it. The whole situation with my mother was the last thing on my mind as I was bursting out laughing from the scenes. A few minutes later my mom caught my attention.
“Blargh, ugh!” she swallowed with resistance.
Breaking me from the movie for a second. “What happened?” I asked.
“Here try this,” she said still having half of it on her spoon.
Before I could even protest that I didn’t like the way it looked, she had her spoon against my lip. I just opened and prepared to taste dirt and rocks. To my surprise, it was delicious.
“Mmm, that is actually really good,” I said while cleaning her spoon.
“Haha I was just messing with you. You thought it was going to taste horrible huh?” she snickered.
“Yeah, its appearance is actually far removed from what it tastes like.” I said while looking to see how much of it was left.
She took the entire tub of ice cream and sat it back on the table, taking both of our spoons and setting it on top. Just as she predicted earlier, the comforter was looking like a great move as the ice cream left a chill on both of us. She grabbed it and stood up to shake the folds out of it and then sat back down covering both of us. As she sat plopped back down on the loveseat, her left hand landed on my right thigh and she just left it there. Already being hyper-aware of her movements, I could tell from a mile away that she did that on purpose. Confused, but not dumb enough to say anything and put her on the spot, I looked back at the movie trying to steer clear of the thought. Thinking on it too much would almost certainly give me a hard-on. A minute later, I felt her adjusting herself next to me. She had curled her legs up to her right side in her famous position and leaned all her weight against me into my right arm. This was a smart move if you wanted a guy to put his arm around you as it would be super uncomfortable for him to keep his arms at his side. I’ve been through many situations similar to this and I knew what to do. I thought the move would’ve been too bold though, because if she really was just chilling and relaxing, I would seem like I’m trying to touch on her again. Scaring myself, I sit for another five minutes like that before my arm started to fall asleep. Not able to take the tingling in my arm anymore, I pull it out from my side and lay it over her right side. She immediately snuggled into me even harder, pressing her breast into my side. This made it clear as day to me what she was doing. I still couldn’t figure out why, but I was down as long as she was making the moves. Having her up under my arm and her soft breast pressed against me actually made me get a full hard-on. This was a little concerning as my dick was in mesh shorts and would tent them without much resistance. Jeans on the other hand, being a stiffer fabric, would offer resistance against you and in some cases, outright keep it from showing.