The contact with his mom’s bottom sent a powerful electric jolt straight into Kyle’s cock. Kyle felt his mom twist in his lap. The blanket started to fall so he grabbed it and adjusted it so it would stay over them. He didn’t know what to do with his hands, so he brought them around her and set them on his mom’s bare thighs, just below the hem of her short dress.
Maddy and Kyle tried to concentrate on the T.V. show, but each had a hard time doing it. Kyle’s full attention was focused on his fingertips and the way the cool skin of his mom’s bare thighs felt under them. He wrestled with the feeling. You weren’t supposed to think about your mom that way, he thought. But he couldn’t help it. His mom’s bare exposed shoulder was in front of him, inches away, peeking out from under the blanket. He saw a thin bra strap — pink, he noticed — nudging out the side of the shoulder of her sleeveless top.
A tense action sequence in the T.V. show distracted both of them from the way they were pressed together. Maddy couldn’t stop herself from jumping again during a scary scene. Her hands clasped Kyle’s hard and when they rested again his hands were even higher on her thighs than they had been before.
Maddy wasn’t sure what she was doing. What she did know was that his strong hands felt good on her skin. She hadn’t felt hands like that on her in a long time. His fingers lay right at the hem of her dress, which, she could tell, seemed somehow to be creeping up her thighs.
Kyle didn’t know what to think, either. Seemingly, without him having done anything he could think of to make it happen, his hands lay on his mom’s cool, soft thighs; the hem of her short dress obviously was bunched higher than it had been before, and his hands were right at the edge of it. He tried to control his thoughts — this was his mom, after all — but he couldn’t help but think that his fingertips must have rested no more than a few inches from mom’s panties under the dress.
He wondered if his mom’s panties were pink, like her bra.
Kyle had laid his hands on a girl’s legs before, but it had never felt like this. But this was his mom. His hands would behave. They had to, he thought.
But sometimes hands have purposes of their own.
Kyle spread his fingers out, as though they needed a good stretch after lying still. The effect was to encompass more of each of mom’s thighs with his hands, and to press the hem of her dress up a little farther. Without thinking about what he was doing he gave his mom’s thighs a gentle squeeze with each outstretched hand.
To Maddy it felt better than the best massage, and she instinctively moved her thighs up and against Kyle’s strong fingers. The motion caused his fingers to slip just under her dress. They both sat still like the under the blanket. Maddy felt glad the blanket was covering her, because she wouldn’t want Carl to see where Kyle’s hands were on her. On the other hand, he was probably too drunk to notice.
She didn’t know what to do. She thought she should object, maybe with a whisper, or maybe with her hands pushing Kyle’s hands back. But she wasn’t sure she would be able to. His hands were so big, and so strong, and they lay heavy and implacable against her thighs. And she thought it would be worse to call attention to what was happening. After all, nothing had really happened. Saying something would be awkward.