“Is there a problem?” she asked with an eyebrow raised.
It was clear she knew what I was going through.
“I’m fine.”
She looked down at my crotch. “You don’t look fine. This is a classy art gallery. Walking around with an erection is generally frowned upon here. Don’t you know that?”
Suddenly, the door to the backroom opened and the art director quickly walked towards our direction. She was a woman in her early 50’s, and I became kind of nervous thinking she overheard our adult conversation.
“I’m terribly sorry,” the art director said to my mother. “I have a personal emergency which I must tend to immediately.”
“That’s horrible,” my mother replied. “Is everything going to be okay? Is there anything I can do for you?”
“It’s nothing to worry about. Everything will be fine. But I need to take care of something briefly. Do you mind if I leave you two alone? I’ll be back before the visitors arrive.”
“That’s no problem at all.”
The art director smiled and quickly made her way to the door. “Great. I’ll be back in thirty minutes.”
Once the director left through the front door, my mother and I looked at each other with a sigh of relief.
“God, I thought we were toast,” my mother said jokingly.
“So did I. That had me nervous.”
She looked down at my crotch. “Apparently nervousness doesn’t affect your erections. Thank goodness she didn’t look below and see your bulge.”
I felt embarrassed when she pointed that out, and I adjusted my pants.
“Very funny. I think I better go now. I’ll see you at home later.”
“But I was going to introduce you to the guests, remember?” my mother said.
“Can’t we do that another time.”
“No, tonight was supposed to be special. You’re an important part of my success, and I insist that you get credit for it.”
“What about, you know, this,” I replied, referring to my erection. “I guess I can go to the bathroom and take care of it.”
My mother suddenly gave me a mischievous look. “I still owe you two favors for everything you’ve done for me. I hope you haven’t forgotten that.”
It was difficult to read her face. I couldn’t tell what she meant. I thought she implied that she was willing to do me another sexual favor, but I wasn’t sure.
“Do you mean what I think you mean?”
She nodded. “Tonight is special. You’ve done so much for me, and I couldn’t have completed my art collection without the help of your beautiful naked body. So, I’m willing to express my gratitude in any way that I possibly can.”
The hairs on the back of my head nearly stood up.
“Are you sure?”
“I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t sure.”
“Okay,” I replied. “If you’re serious, then I wouldn’t mind a little extra help.”
“Of course.”
With that said, my mother walked closer towards me. I could tell she was slightly nervous, and so was I. Without a hint of warning, my mother got down on her knees. She looked so sexy in that position, with her hair done nicely while wearing a black dress.
“What are you doing?” I asked. “I mean, right here? People could see us through the front window. Or someone might walk in.”
“Relax. There’s a big art display right behind you which is blocking the people outside from seeing us. Besides, we still have thirty minutes alone. Well, less than thirty minutes now. We better make this quick.”