“Do ya wanna come with me?” placing his hand on my thigh and giving it a rub.
I don’t know if it was a sympathy rub, an exploratory rub or something else but his hand on my thigh was electrifying. I wanted to grab it and press it against my wet pussy to show him how much I wanted him but I maintained control.
“Are you sure you want your mother as a drinking buddy tonight? I might cramp your style when it comes to the ladies.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he replied with a dismissive wave, “It’ll be fun.”
I know how these kinds of gatherings go. I went to college and to those parties. It’s all about drinking, pairing up and disappearing for some bon voyage sex but if he didn’t mind his mother tagging along and partying with his friends, I was happy to spend as much time as I could with my son.
The pub was a couple blocks away so we decided to walk; probably not the best idea. It took us a while to cover that distance because walking two blocks in my ridiculously high heels was more ambitious than I had thought. I really didn’t want to break an ankle and spend the evening in the emergency room.
When we arrived, the place was packed with twenty-something’s and one old lady. Talk about feeling overdressed AND outta place. Jason’s friends had taken over the back corner of the joint and the drinks were flowing. I was handed a beer before I was even introduced. A young man named Randy hopped off his chair and offered it to me as Jason said his ‘Hello’s.’
One of the more intoxicated guys waved at me, “Hey Margo…Lookin’ good tonight.”
“I’m not Margo I’m…”
“This is Candice,” Jason interrupted while giving me a funny look.
I wasn’t sure what his motive was for introducing me as Candice and not his mother but I was willing to play along. With all the names being shot at me from around the table, there was no way I’d remember all of them. The mix of guys and girls were very friendly and the conversations returned to professors they loved or classes they hated but being the ‘old lady’ at the table and not being a student at their University, I just listened and smiled and drank free beer. Jason was drinking too and at some point his hand came to rest on my back. I didn’t mind, in fact I rather enjoyed his touch. It made me feel like his girlfriend rather than his mother.
A round of shots hit the table and they quickly disappeared. I even helped. More beer arrived and the drinking continued. It wasn’t long before I realized my son’s hand had moved down my back and was now cupping my ass cheek. It felt wonderful having Jason touching me like that even if he was doing it mindlessly. Another round of shots arrived and I joined in the toast even though I had no idea what we were toasting.
Jason excused himself to use the restroom and less than a minute later I felt a hand on my shoulder and a young man was asking me to dance. It was Randy, the guy that gave up his seat for me. Well I like to dance and the alcohol had given me a nice buzz so ‘What the hell?’ Randy was tall like my son, handsome too with a roguish smile and boyish charm. On the dance floor if you could call it that, people were bumpin’ and grindin’ to music I was unfamiliar with but it had a good beat and I know how to move to a beat.