“Stop doing that,” I whispered. “We’re going to get kicked out of here. We’ll be lucky if the theater doesn’t call the cops on us.”
“Who’s going to find out?”
“Someone in the front row might. Or an employee might come and check. They do that sometimes.”
“Relax,” my mother replied, with a slightly slurred speech. “We’ll be fine. Don’t be such a wimp.”
Suddenly my mother’s high tolerance for alcohol wasn’t so high anymore. She was slowly becoming inebriated, even though she hadn’t had a drink for a while. It was slowly kicking in for whatever reason, and it was happening while she was sitting next to me during a movie.
I heard her clothes ruffling as she slid her panties to the side and touched herself. I couldn’t help myself and I took a few glances at my mother’s hand masturbating in the dark theater. It was so hard to look away. Her legs looked amazing. Her breaths became heavier.
“Mom, are you really doing this right now?” I asked with concern.
“It’s harmless.”
I continued watching her casually touch herself. Her hand continued moving while her eyes remained focused on the movie screen.
“We’re in a public place,” I whispered. “Aren’t you afraid of getting caught?”
“If I was afraid, I wouldn’t be doing this. Aren’t you also aroused?”
“I’m not.”
She reached over and grabbed my crotch again. This time, I was only partially aroused. She gave it a hard squeeze and then let go. I immediately felt embarrassed again.
“You feel pretty aroused to me,” she replied playfully. “It feels like you need relief.”
“I’ll be fine.”
My mother had always been a blunt & outspoken woman, but this was ridiculous.
She turned to look at me. “So, do you intend on handling that thing later?”
“None of your business. Jeez, mom, you’re drunk.”
“I’m not drunk. I’m thinking perfectly clear. You’re a young healthy man. There’s no need to keep yourself pent up. It’s not healthy.”
“I’m fine.”
She moved her mouth towards my ear. “It’s been a very long time since I’ve touched a man’s penis. What do you say? Are you interested?”
My eyes widened as I looked at her. It wasn’t a joke. She was completely serious about wanting to touch my erection.
“No. Of course not.”
“Really?”
She reached down and caressed my erection. It felt sensational. It had been a while since I had sex, so any touch from a woman was appreciated, even from my own mother. She continued rubbing me, and I just sat there like an idiot, enjoying every second. When she squeezed it, I let out a small gasp.
“You sound pretty interested,” she whispered. “What’s it going to be? Are we both going to sit here and suffer? Or should we have some fun tonight on our date?”
I was quickly becoming weak to my mother’s sexual advances. Her hand felt so good. It felt amazing. I couldn’t say ‘no’ anymore. She had a great point. Both of us needed relief. I placed the container of popcorn on the empty seat next to me and I prepared for whatever my mother wanted.
“What do you want me to do?” I asked, caving in.
She smiled, “Take it out. I want to play with it for a moment.”