Thankfully the conversation ceased as dessert arrived but I swear I wasn’t imaging things when I felt a foot start to rub up and down my lower leg. I stared at my Mum from across the table and she merely returned a look of complete innocence as she used a spoon in what I can describe as a seductive fashion. I swear, if this woman across from me wasn’t my Mum, I’d sweep this table clean and fuck her.
We finished our meal with a small coffee before Mum settled the bill and we wandered out into the night. I felt stuffed but a hand grabbed my own and we wandered through the city, Mum eventually leaning into me and wrapping her left arm around me, as she pointed out where she wanted to go next. I thought I should have felt incredibly awkward after everything that had happened, and was happening, but I guess perhaps the wine lowered… not the inhibitions, I wasn’t going to fuck my Mum, but I guess she was lonely and appreciated the company. And, as I said, I had a beautiful woman on my arm, so Mum or not, I wasn’t going to complain.
The bar we ended up in was crowded but wasn’t too rowdy. Some music played and there were a few couples dancing as we approached the bar, ordered a pair of drinks and found a couch to sit on. Mum sat very close to me, which didn’t really bother me, though I was slightly startled when she placed a hand on my chest.
“You’re very handsome, Andrew,” she said quietly.
“Thanks.”
I glanced at my Mum and she wasn’t drunk, her speech wasn’t slurred. She looked… Well, she looked happy. The urge to kiss her was almost overwhelming. “I’m glad you’ve come home.”
I could only smile. “Me too. There’s no place like home.”
“Are you sure? You won’t regret…”
Mum looked away so I put a finger to her jaw and turned her face to look at my own. Her smile matched my own. “Of course not. If I didn’t want to come home, I wouldn’t have. But it’s a great job opportunity, and I get to live with you at again. You know I didn’t particularly want to leave home anyway.”
“You’ve always been a mummy’s boy.”
I scoffed but still laughed as I knew she was teasing me. “Not in the way you mean, like some sort of wuss. But you know I’ve always appreciated everything you’ve ever done for me.”
She leaned forward and kissed my cheek. “We should dance,” she then whispered into my ear.
“I can’t…”
Her eyes pleaded with me. “Please. Just sway to the music. And try not to step on my feet.”
We found a small space for ourselves on the dance floor, Mum looping her arms around my neck and I wrapped mine around her waist. We danced like that for a while before she then lay her head on my chest, feeling her arms gently run up and down my back. I followed her example as, slowly but surely, I felt my cock start to strain against my briefs. “Put one of your hands on my butt,” she finally requested.
“What?”
“Cup my arse. I don’t mind.” I wasn’t exactly sure but I did as she requested, enjoying the feel of her posterior beneath my palm. It felt good. Mum certainly looked after herself. “Like the feel of it?”