I didn’t want her to stop, so I backed off a bit, “I just mean couldn’t you tie your shirt instead of having it buttoned?”
She seemed to like this idea and turned her back to me while she unbuttoned her pajama top and tied the ends in a knot under her breasts. When she turned back I could see her stomach – not flat, but not big either. Just round and soft and sexy. Tying the shirt also created more cleavage, giving me a better view of her breasts. Best of all, her pajama bottoms were slung low on her hips and I could detect some wisps of pubic hair at the top of her bush.
Mom was really getting into her dancing now and I was responding. I was wearing jockey shorts and my hardening cock was caught in an uncomfortable bind. Mom noticed my problem and instead of being offended, she acted flattered. She smiled a slightly tipsy smile at me and said, “Looks like you need to make an adjustment, son.”
At this I blushed, but my discomfort overcame my embarrassment and I reached down and straightened out my cock so that it lay against my stomach. “You’re doing great, Mom.” I said.
“I can tell that you mean it” she said laughingly as she continued to stare at my crotch.
Her words made me bolder and I decided to see how far I could push things. “In a bar you wouldn’t be wearing pants.” I said.
“That’s true, honey, but I don’t have a G-string.” she said in a soft, sexy voice.
“Well,” I said “You do have panties.”
At this Mom gave my face a very light, playful slap. “Stay right there.” she said. The song was ending and she went back in the living room and started it again. It took her a few extra moments to come back, and when did I saw that she had changed out of her pajama bottoms and into some panties. They were a light cotton material and cut high at the hips. The panties were tight and I could see the outline of her pubic mound. She looked so sexy I thought I would come in my pants right then.
“How’s this, Mr. Critic?” she said.
“Wow!” was all I could think to say, but it must have been the right response because Mom smiled from ear to ear, then turned around and bent over, tossing her long hair back and forth to the beat. The cotton fabric strained against her mound and I could see that her pussy lips were swollen – just like my cock. She obviously enjoyed putting on this show.
When she turned around to face me, she moved in close and put her hands on my shoulders while she rolled her hips. She was breathing hard and I could smell the scotch on her breath. I reached out my hands to take her around the waist but at this point she moved her hips back out of reach and teasingly said, “No, no, no! The customers aren’t allowed to touch the dancers.”
“They are if they tip them.” I said. Then I pulled a dollar bill out of my pocket. I reached forward and tucked it into the side of her panties. I didn’t stick it down the front in her bush like I would with a real topless dancer because I thought Mom might object.
“I like this!” Mom laughed. “How do I get more?”
When Mom had moved her hips back while keeping her hands on my shoulders, it had caused her to bend over more at the waist. From my seat I could look directly down the cleavage of her knotted blouse. Her tits were swaying back and forth. Either the friction against the silk or the sexual charge of the situation must have gotten to her because I could clearly see her nipples sticking straight out where her breasts strained against the fabric.