I pulled my head back to look at her, she turned and looked at me. We were very close.
“You’ve got a little something back here,” I whispered to her. Then I Ieaned in and kissed her neck, just below her right ear. I lingered, and kissed a few more small kisses in the general area. Dixie breathed in heavy, crushing her breasts into me. I turned up a little and kissed her ear lobe, being careful of the diamond earrings that Dad bought her. I nibbled her ears a little more.
I wasn’t sure if we were still dancing, or just swaying on the dance floor. I whispered into her ear.
“Dixie, I want to see you masturbate for me. Would you like that?”
There was no movement, then a slight, almost perceptible nod of her head. Yes.
“I’ve already seen you, for just a moment, though. I want to see you finish.” Again, a head nod. I released her right hand so I could put both arms around her waist, and she wrapped her arms around my neck.
“Travis… honey…”
“Yes, Dixie?”
“You love me, right? I mean, for real. Not just ‘yes Mom of course I love you’…”
“I do love you, Mom. And not… not just as a son.” I emphasized my statement with a hard pelvic thrust. I know what I’m doing, i thought to myself. Don’t I? Do I? What the fuck? What about Dad? He doesn’t deserve this?
Suddenly, Katrina and the Waves started singing about walking on sunshine.
“Let’s sit back down?” I suggested. “But, stay close in front of me. This is embarrassing!”
We walked off the dance floor, Mom holding my hand and me trailing her very closely. I didn’t want everyone to see I had a massive hard-on.
The waitress took our drink order, and Mom snuggled up against me in the small booth.
“You’ve got quite the rager going there, don’t you?” She gave it a little pat. It throbbed in response to her touch. She kept her hand there. I tried not to think about it, but… I caved in.
“Well, no wonder. Looking the way you do, Mo– Dixie! I meant Dixie! You look sensational. You should see the other guys checking you out. Some of the girls, too.”
“Really?” Mom asked. She crushed her breast into my shoulder and arm. I swung my free hand over and under the table. I reached up and cupped her other breast, still inside her dress. I hefted it, checking it’s weight and size. Mmmmmm, very squishy, yet firm, fucking fantastic. Her nipple rose to greet my palm. I tweaked it, rolling it between my fingers. She gasped just as the waitress came by with the drinks.
“Anything else I can get you folks?” she asked. then she noticed Mom’s red face, and my hand rubbing her big tit. “Well… I’ll just leave these here then…”
I kissed Mom’s neck again, and munched on her ears. She downed her drink. All of it.
“I have to go to the ladies room.” She looked at me. “By myself.”
She scooted out as I tried to re-arrange myself and look presentable. It wasn’t easy. Several minutes went by, I began to get concerned. Ten minutes. Well, sometimes there is a line, maybe?
Then I spotted her, over by the bar. She was talking to two young guys! And she was doing a shot! And laughing! And another shot! Fuck!