Randy was a good dancer and very charming, complimenting me on my outfit and dancing skills. Let me tell you that as a woman, old enough to be the mother of most of the people in the place, it felt really good to have a young handsome man stroking my ego. As the second song ended, I could see Jason looking at me from the table. I started dancing as the music came up again, putting on a bit of a show for him. I felt Randy’s hands on my swaying hips and his hard cock grinding into my ass. God I’m so horny. I then saw the perturbed look on Jason’s face and quickly spun around to put a little distance between me and Randy. He pursued and tried grinding on me from the front but I kept swaying and shifting until the song ended. I was relieved I’d been able to avoid him but a slow song started and he moved in again.
“Mind if I cut in?” Jason asked, giving Randy a stern look then pulled me close into his arms.
I was in heaven as I clung to my boy. His hands were on my waist and mine were around his neck as we swayed to the music. I felt like we were alone on that crowded dance floor now that my son was holding me. I didn’t want it to end and I could see he was smiling down at me.
“What’s that smile for?” I asked.
“Nothing…”
“C’mon young man,” furrowing my brow, “don’t lie to your mother.”
“It’s just the look on your face when you saw me watching you and Randy dry-humping…” he chuckled, shaking his head and I blushed, “I’m sorry about Randy. He can be a little aggressive.”
“Well at least you came to my rescue.”
“And forgive Derek for mistaking you for Margo. He’s pretty drunk and I think he has a thing for…”
I didn’t hear much after that as I was hit by a sudden realization. It was like a sharp slap in the face. That morning I encountered Margo in the hall came rushing back. She and I could be sisters. Or was she a surrogate for me. I thought about Jason’s other girlfriends prior to Margo and other than Christy; they were all brunettes with curvy figures and relatively large breast…just like me. My knees became weak and I staggered. Jason caught me before I fell.
“Mom, are you alright?”
“I think…I think you should take me back to the hotel,” I replied, not meeting his gaze, “All that alcohol has gone to my head.”
But I was the liar now. I was suddenly stone sober or at least I was thinking clearly, as clearly as a mother could be thinking as she contemplated fucking her own son…A son who had been dating women who matched my physical description to a T. Was it just a coincidence? I hoped it wasn’t because I was going to test my theory once we were alone in my hotel room. Jason got out his phone and got us a ride back to the hotel.
He and I walked to the elevator but I was in my own little world. My mind was racing and my heart pounding with anticipation and fear. I was afraid I might be wrong and the consequences that I’d face if I was. I could end up driving my son away from me forever. But I kept seeing the pictures of all those other women and reliving that moment in the hall with Margo. I know I’m right but I have to be sure.