Because there were quite a lot of people present, it took time to get seconds at the buffet table. In fact, there was a bit of a line building up, mostly because the older people were pretty slow movers. It was probably about half an hour or more since the first time I helped myself to a plate, but honestly, that was probably a good thing. Otherwise, I’d have stuffed myself so fast I would have gotten a stomach ache.
I saw the line and decided to wait, spending some time talking to people instead. Across the table from us were my cousins, Roy and Ellie. Very nice people who I really should make an effort to see more often. We started talking and had a lovely conversation about life, school and just catching up in general, and we also talked about the food. They told me to try the tiny sausages if I hadn’t already, so I eventually made my way over to the buffet again, even though I had to wait in line for a while.
I filled my plate with the same things as last time, except that this time, I tried the tiny sausages recommended by my cousins. They were about the size of baby carrots, and the taste was amazing. I took as many as I could fit on the plate and made my way back to my seat.
Mom sat on her chair and chatted cheerily with the people around her. Having had quite a few drinks by now, she was more than a little tipsy. Not really drunk to the extent that she was becoming unpleasant, but clearly a bit… lively. As I sat down next to her and put my plate on the table, she turned to me and smiled.
“Heyy, you found the mini sausages? Good, aren’t they!”
“Yeah.” I just said, nodding and preparing to dig in.
“I prefer sausages to be a bit bigger, myself. The bigger, the better, in fact.”
She sniggered. I felt myself blush a little bit. She was pretty bold, saying things like that in front of everybody… or maybe they didn’t understand what she meant? I was pretty sure I did.
Then, just as I moved my chair forward, she went further. Mom leaned in and whispered to me:
“Like this one, for instance…”
Suddenly, I felt a hand on my lap. Without warning, her hand started kneading my cock. Not hard, just giving it a gentle squeeze. Not for long either, just a couple of times. Then she pulled her hand back and returned to her conversation with the person on her right.
Suddenly, my mind was on anything other than the food on my plate. I was swallowing hard and my face felt warm. I was probably blushing like mad. Did that really happen? Did my mom just grab my cock right here at the dinner table?
I moved further forward until my stomach was up against the edge of the table. The tablecloth now hiding my lap from the world, I could breathe a little easier knowing that my hardening erection wouldn’t be seen by any passers-by. Then I couldn’t breathe easy anymore, because mom’s hand started stroking me again.
She kept talking to one or two other people over on her right side, but her hand was definitely kneading my dick now. That wasn’t just an accidental or coincidental touch last time. She was stroking and squeezing it through the fabric of my pants, and I felt it jolt and jerk as her fingers touched it in sensitive places.