I took another dollar bill and creased it lengthwise. Before Mom could object, I slid it in between her breasts. The knotted blouse held her tits together and the dollar bill now stuck out from between them.
“You little devil” she said. But she continued to sway to the music and she now moved in closer, in between my spread legs. She was standing right up against the front of my chair and her breasts were just above eye level. She started to massage my shoulders as she danced.
I put my hands around her waist and pulled her close, resting my head on her stomach just below her breasts. I could feel the weight of her tits as they rested on top of my head.
“You expect a lot for two measly dollars” she said teasingly. But she didn’t move away. In fact, she snuggled in closer against me.
“I could give you a dancer’s tail.” I said.
“What’s that?” she asked.
I too another dollar, creased it lengthwise and told her to turn around. When she did, I said, “This really works best with a G-string, but I think I can make the necessary adjustment.”
With that I grabbed the sides of her panties and pulled them up as high as they could go. The effect was to give Mom a wedgie in the back as the material of her panty disappeared into the crack of her ass. She let out a moan. Pulling up her panties had also put more pressure on her pussy in front and the way she was clenching her ass cheeks told me that she liked it.
I then slid the dollar sideways into the back of her panties and pulled it down the crack in her ass so that it stuck out on either side like a little tail.
Mom looked over her shoulder at what I had done and said, “I look like a Playboy bunny.”
“You look like the Playmate of the Year” I replied.
She turned around and said “You sure know how to sweet talk your old mother. Is there anything else you’d like me to do, Big Shooter?”
I looked at the front of her panties and they were so wet and tight that I could see the crack between her pussy lips. I knew she was as turned on as I was and decided to take a chance. “How about a lap dance?” I said.
“How do I do that?” she asked.
“Like this” I said gently pulling her onto my lap so that her legs straddled me on either side of the chair. Her breasts were right against my face and her crotch was pressed against mine.
“What am I supposed to do now?” she asked dubiously.
“Just keep dancing.” I said.
Tentatively at first, but then with increasing passion she rolled her hips against me. I had on a light pair of cotton pants and I could feel her crotch against my cock. I knew she could feel how hard I was. She was intentionally grinding my cock into the crack between her pussy lips, especially up near the top where her clitoris was. She was giving soft little grunts each time that she put her full weight against me.
I started to brush my face lightly against her silk blouse, especially the part where her nipples stuck through. She responded by moving her upper torso back and forth to increase the friction. At this point I started to kiss her nipples through the fabric of her pajama top. She started to moan loudly, and then suddenly she moaned, “I can’t stand it!” and pulled her blouse open.