“You want me to stop?”
“I’m not sure.”
And then he kissed me again, but this time he didn’t pull totally away, and his lips were so close to mine that I could almost feel them.
“Come on, let’s do shots,’ he said pulling away from me, going to the bar, and leaving me there all out of breath and flustered. What the hell had just happened?
I know I should have felt all shocked and disgusted by the incestuous advances my son was making, but instead I felt all soft and girly under the spell of a gorgeous and dominant man, who just happened to be my son.
I didn’t want to run away. I wanted more.
He was shaking the bartenders hand as I come back to Earth, and I wondered how it was that my son, who had only been twenty-one for a week, knew all of these bartenders.
He came back, not with two shots, but with two shot glasses and a tumbler full of liquor. He poured the shots from the tumbler, and with that boyish grin on his face, handed one to me.
“What are these?”
“Vodka and lime juice. Very clean.”
“And strong.”
“Yeah!” He grinned.
He did the shot first and I followed feeling the heat go down my throat and into my stomach. I grimaced to get the taste out of my mouth, while Jack laughed at me.
“I’m not doing any more,” I said but it was more of a plea than a command.
“Just one more?”
“Jack, you’re going to get me drunk.”
“Yeah, I know.” Again he laughed.
“It’s not funny,” I said as he handed me the refilled shot glass.
“We have one last stop tonight, and you’re gonna wanna be drunk for that one.”
“Where’s that?”
“You’ll see. Drink up.”
Once again the heat was down my throat, and I fought to keep it down.
“That’s it. No more,” I said almost gagging.
“Okay,” he laughed. “Here have a beer to wash it down.
And as I washed the alcohol down with even more alcohol, Jack took his place back between my thighs again, and brazenly I wrapped my ankles around his legs to pull him in tighter.
“Have you ever done body shots?” He asked as I put down the beer and felt his erection press up against my panties.
“I don’t know what they are,” I said acting like it was the most natural thing to have your son grinding the bulge in his pants up against my white thong panties.
“Well the girl lies flat on her back and people do shots out of her navel.”
“Does the girl have to be naked?’
“Don’t have to be, but it helps.”
“Well we can’t do them here.”
“No, not here. At home.”
“You want to do shots out of your mother’s navel?” It was the first time all night that either one of us mentioned our true relationship.
“Out of Susan’s navel.”
“Susan and your mother are one and the same. What you do to Susan, you do to your mother.”
“I know,” he said real cocky. “That goes without saying.”
“Just wanted to know where you’re going with this?”
“Not done yet. One more place.” He either misheard me because of the din, or he chose to pretend he did, either way I never got my answer.
“And that place is?”
“You’ll find out,” he said and went to give me a kiss, but I turned my head and so he kissed me on the neck. Which just happened to be as bad, because when I felt his lips down the nape of my neck I let out a low moan and then using my legs, I involuntarily pulled him tight up against me.