As the music changed to another song, she sat down and leaned next to him, turning to face his side as she put both arms around him and snuggled into my shoulder.
“Well, you could wake Dad up,” he said, “and I can walk to one of my buddies places if you’re that worked up.”
“I know he’s a year younger than me, but his drive isn’t at the same point mine is. Even if he woke up and was willing, the state I’m in would be too much for the poor man to handle on a good night, let alone on a night like this where I’m all worked up.” She lamented, “But I’m not going to have you walking to a friend’s house so your mom can get laid.”
“I’ll tell you what, I’ll sleep out here and you take my old room and do whatever you need to do!” he said a little too cheery. It wasn’t until later he accepted that by suggesting this he would be able to hear her getting off.
“I’m not a screamer, but I’m quite sure you’d be able to hear me even from there. I’m sure that’s exactly what you want to hear, your Mom and her battery operated friend on a night you couldn’t get any yourself!” she said with a dejected disappointment.
“The camping equipment is in the garage, I can set it up outside and give you all the privacy and space you need!” he said, feeling a little bad for her. He knew what blue balls were, but he’d never seen a woman get a blue bean before. She looked at me and said, “Look, it’s been over 8 months, I can handle one more night. Besides after he goes fishing and you leave in the morning, I have the whole day to go horny housewife all by myself!”
This is where things really began to change. Instead of adults talking, horny people took over.
“Wow, if I’d have known it was that long I would have danced with you,” he said.
“That would have just made it worse, especially with us touching each other as we danced. Neither of us are drunk, but I would have been very handsie with you, even if you’re my son, and I’m sure you wouldn’t have acted like a eunuch in response.”
“Not too many sons try to help create scenarios for their mothers to get off, but would it have helped if I did, would it have made it worse, or given you enough of a charge to get through the night,” he asked her.
“I don’t know, but there’s one way to find out, why don’t we dance a bit?” she said with lowered eyes and anticipation on her face. He then moved his arms and grabbed her from the waist, lifted her and lowered her onto his lap, her legs on either of side of his thighs, her breasts inches away from his chest, with her hard nipples just that much closer.
“Why don’t we start here and see if that works for you?” he said.
“You could have just asked for a lap dance you know,” she said with a giggle.
“If I thought you could do it, I would, so why don’t you just move to the music and I’ll follow your lead OK?”
She looked him in the eye and said, “OK, that’s a good way to start.” Then she thought, he doesn’t know a damn thing about how wild I am if he thinks I don’t know how to do a lap dance. Time for an early birthday present for my boy.