My mother’s hand searched for the popcorn again while her eyes were on the screen, and she wasn’t paying enough attention to make sure that her hand went to the right place. Her hand roamed around the darkness, dangerously close to my privates. Before I could prevent her from touching me, she accidentally reached down and felt my hard cock again. It was another extremely awkward situation which could have easily been avoided.
Instead of being shocked, she turned to look at me with a smile on her face.
“Enjoying the movie so far?” she whispered teasingly.
“Yeah. I guess so.”
“Looks like you’re enjoying this film more than I am.”
I shrugged. “It’s a good movie.”
“Does wine make you horny also?” she asked bluntly.
“Jeez, mom. Inappropriate.”
“Me? Inappropriate?” she whispered. “You’re the one with the hard-on.”
There was no rebuttal to my mother’s humiliating comment. I simply stayed quiet and returned my attention towards the movie, hoping my mom would do the same and forget about this.
We continued watching the movie, and in the corner of my eye, I saw it: My mother began to rub her leg in the dark. I watched as she slide her hand beneath her dress, towards her thigh. She continued rubbing herself in the darkness. I glanced at her face and she licked her lips again. I looked down, and she was rubbing her inner thigh, close to her crotch.
She quickly glanced at me, realizing that she had been caught. Then she moved her hand away and pulled her dress back up.
“You weren’t supposed to see that,” she whispered.
“Who’s being inappropriate now?”
“I told you already, too much wine does certain things to me.”
“Let’s pretend this isn’t happening.”
I tried my best to keep my eyes on the movie. But from that point, all I could think about was my masturbating mother and her sexy legs.
“I haven’t gotten laid in over six months,” she whispered in my ear. “I’m so freaking pent up right now, it’s unbelievable. Especially with this movie and all that wine I drank earlier. My gosh.”
My uncomfortableness reached new levels. I couldn’t believe that my sophisticated & professional mother was suddenly becoming so brazen & open about sex. The wine was clearly taking effect.
“You’ll get through it,” I shrugged, not knowing what else to say.
“This movie is two-and-a-half hours long. We’re going to be here for a while. Would it bother you if I touched myself?”
I was completely stunned by my mother’s question. I couldn’t tell if she was joking or not. By the look on her face, and the sound in her voice, she seemed completely serious.
“How am I supposed to answer that?” I shrugged again.
“Just keep your eyes on the screen.”
She spread her legs, and I saw her hand in the darkness slip underneath her dress.
“Mom, you’re drunk.”
“I’m not. I have a very high tolerance for alcohol remember? It’s just that…I can’t help myself.”
I could see in the darkness that my mother’s hand was busy moving underneath her dress. She was touching herself between the legs in a very sexual way. Her dress was partially lifted, and I saw both of her thighs. Worst of all, I was getting aroused watching my sexy mother pleasure herself.