It was important to Maddy to do the right thing. But she wasn’t sure what the right thing to do was. Plus, there was a little voice inside her, soft and barely audible, but growing in intensity, that said that Kyle’s firm, strong hands on her thighs felt very, very right.
Kyle began to feel hot under the blanket with mom on his lap. Ordinarily, he would throw off the blanket. But with dad a few feet away there was no way he’d be able to hold his hands against mom’s legs like this with the blanket off. It was worth a little heat to keep them where they were.
Kyle moved his body, as though he was making himself more comfortable under mom in the seat, and as he did so his right hand moved up mom’s thigh another inch or two.
Now he was sure that his thumb was close to mom’s panties. And he knew that mom knew it too. Kyle knew he wasn’t an expert at reading women, but he was having an especially difficult time figuring out what mom was thinking. She hadn’t done anything to encourage him, as far as he could tell, but she hadn’t discouraged him either.
His hand felt good there. He decided to leave it there a minute and see what happened.
The show continued. Dad seemed barely awake. He hadn’t looked back at or said anything to Maddy or Kyle in over ten minutes.
Maddy realized, suddenly, that she was excited. Her whole body was tense and alive. She was aroused by the feeling of her son against her. That was wrong, wasn’t it? And yet they hadn’t really done anything inappropriate. Kyle’s hands were hidden under the crocheted blanket. With the hands out of view, she could sit and watch the television program and enjoy her arousal — something she hadn’t felt in a while — and pretend that nothing was really happening.
But it was. Something was happening. She liked the feel of Kyle’s hands on her. She wondered if he liked it, what he felt, what he was thinking. She thought she was good at reading men but she was having a hard time figuring out what Kyle was thinking and feeling. His hands were close to her panties, in a place they weren’t supposed to be, but they lay so still against her. They weren’t doing anything.
What if she sent him a signal? Just a little one. Something barely noticeable. What would he do? How would he respond? She wondered.
She squirmed against him. She noticed his cock — she let herself think of it as his cock, not a penis — felt bigger than before. When she was done squirming her legs were farther apart than before.
Kyle responded immediately, his body moving with hers to keep up the appearance of innocence. His hand moved up her thigh until his thumb contacted the side of her panties. There it stopped again.
The side of her panty was just a little string. Oh mom, Kyle thought. He had no idea that his innocent-looking mom wore such tiny panties.
Barely aware of what she was doing, Maddy moved her right hip toward Kyle’s hand. Just a tiny bit.
It was in invitation. She knew it, and he knew it, and there was no doubt about it.
His cock grew under her bottom. She felt that too, and she liked it. She pushed her bottom against it, just a little, in response.