Mike bought the first round of drinks, two white wines for the ladies and a beer for Jeff and himself. For about half an hour no one got up onto the dance floor and the band seemed resigned to their fate. Then two younger women, laughing and giggling, pulled their reluctant partners to their feet and began to gyrate in front of them.
His mother laughed as well for a moment and looked in Mike’s direction.
“Would you like to dance, Sandy?” He stood up and extended his hand.
“Yes, thank you.” His mom smiled and he bowed slightly. The band was playing a tune that meant they could dance close together. His mother had said there would be some waltzes and other dances they had learnt as the night went on, but the band would try to get everyone on the floor first.
They stayed together for two dances and then the tempo slowed and he felt his mother lay her head on his shoulder. He moved his hand so it rested against her butt and she stiffened slightly.
“Michael.”
“I’m your date, remember? Besides that creep Jeff is watching our every move, you want him to see we’re together don’t you?”
“Ok, sweetie, this feels so good I don’t want you to move anyway.” He smiled and nodded. He felt so at home holding her in his arms, it seemed right that he should be her man, leading the dance, taking her out for a good time and at that instant he knew they would do this more than once.
~*~
The dance floor wasn’t empty again for the entire evening. Mike watched as his mother danced with her boss as well as a couple of other work colleagues and he took a few turns around the floor with some of the ladies who hadn’t brought partners with them. None of them turned him on like his mom though and he tried to be with her for at least every other dance.
Finally, after a couple of hours, Jeff held his hand out and, reluctantly, his mom stood up.
“You don’t mind, do you, Mike? Only your date is the hottest woman in the office and I’ve been waiting all evening for my turn.”
Michael nodded, knowing to say no would cause his mom problems, but not really wanting her anywhere near the guy. He wasn’t sure why except his mother didn’t like him and he respected her opinion.
For a couple of minutes everything seemed fine. He had offered his hand to Muriel and they were dancing as close as he could get to his mother without seeming too possessive.
The tempo slowed and Muriel stepped back.
“I think I’ll sit this one out if you don’t mind.”
He nodded, not wanting to force her but wishing he could stay nearer to his mom. As he escorted her back he heard a sound and turned, his mother was moving Jeff’s hand from her left breast and he took a step towards her.
He saw her shake her head and so backed off, but his eyes never left her.
For a minute Jeff behaved himself but just as Mike made himself comfortable at the table, and took a mouthful of his fourth beer, he saw the hand move again, this time to take a firm hold of his mother’s butt.
Again his mother moved the hand but Jeff wasn’t having any of it. He placed it back over her breast, his fingers moving to grasp where Mike knew her nipple was.