I tried to act cool by eating some food off my plate, but it was getting more and more difficult to focus. I was desperately hoping nobody around us noticed what was happening. Suddenly, I heard a voice next to me:
“Another drink, Sir?”
Startled, I stuttered for a few seconds, trying desperately not to blush too much.
“Y-yes… th-thank you. Uh… some bottles of… yeah, thanks…” I said as the server was already replacing the empty bottles on the table with fresh ones.
In my lap, mom’s hand was still stroking me. She was talking to someone else, but didn’t take her hand off me for a second.
“These… sausages are really good.” I told the girl serving me just as she was leaving.
“Thank you, Sir, I’ll pass that on to the cook – I’m sure he’ll be delighted to hear that.”
She went about her business and I started stuffing my mouth with food to avoid having to talk to anyone. Seconds later, I heard another voice, this time from my right:
“I love sausage too… In fact, I sure wouldn’t mind a bit of sausage in my mouth right now…”
She wasn’t even whispering that time. I swallowed again, trying to get rid of that lump in my throat that made it hard to even get the food down. Without thinking, I put my fork through a sausage on my plate and held it up to her.
“You can have one of mine if you want.”
“Mmmm… thanks…” she replied, leaning in and taking it in her mouth.
Just as I looked over at her, she winked and sucked it right off the fork. I swallowed heavily.
“Yummy. I was right. I sure liked having that sausage in my mouth.”
“I’m sure the sausage liked being in your mouth too.”
Mom winked at me again, flirting with her own son right there in front of everybody. I looked around nervously. It didn’t look like anybody had noticed anything; people were all talking back and forth between each other, not really paying any attention to me unless I talked to them.
Mom’s hand was still stroking my cock, which was standing hard as a rock by now. Pushing and straining up against the fabric of my trousers, it was begging to be set free, throbbing and jolting as my mom touched it under the table. She kept turning to her right to converse with people over there too, then turning back to me every few minutes or so.
“So…” she said the next time she talked to me. “Is that the only sausage you have for me… or can I have some more?”
I was getting really turned on by now. Mom was clearly flirting. This incredibly attractive woman was actually flirting with me. Even though people could see us. I almost felt like I was getting drunk, being both confused, turned on and nervous. It was like I was feeling insecure and confident all at the same time.
I skewered another sausage with my fork and held it up to her.
“You can have as much sausage as you want, mom.”
“Awww, thanks, honey…” she replied, parting her lips slowly and looking me in the eyes while I fed it to her.
“There you go.”
“Mmmm… thank you. Mmm… tasty.”
“Yes, they are, aren’t they?”
“Mhm… although… they could be a bit more… meaty.”