Feeling Mom’s legs bumping against me was confirmation she also noticed Rachel’s display. Grabbing my cloth napkin, I moved it below the table and placed it on my leg. I reached over and slid my hand up and down Mom’s exposed leg. When my hand ventured higher, I felt the heat from her groin when my hand stopped at her closed thighs.
While still immersed in her discussion with Rachel, she moved her left leg over, allowing me access to her hairy treasure. I slowly ran my hand under her skirt to the top of her luscious thigh. The side of my hand stopped when it hit her mound of fur. Putting pressure on her pussy, I sawed up and down her slit with the edge of my hand. She squirmed on the seat and managed to bring her pussy up for easier access. I ran my fingers up and down her outer lips, causing her juices to flow.
I inserted two fingers into her steaming snatch; she moved her left hand under the table. Thinking she would shoe me away from her hairy mound, I was surprised to see her pull her skirt up to her waist, exposing her pelvis. Her hand returned to the top of the table while she engaged Rachel in conversation. It was the perfect cover for me to play with Mom’s pussy. I buried another finger into her wet hole and massaged her sensitive walls.
I had my hand upside down in an uncomfortable position while I played with her pussy. I couldn’t stroke in and out as my arm would move, alerting Rachel. Moving my fingers around her leaking pussy, I stimulated it as if I were fucking her. She struggled with breathing while she talked to her sister, and her voice cracked when I ran my fingers over her engorged clit.
She neared her climax when I noticed Lisa arriving with a large serving tray. When Lisa placed Rachel’s plate in front of her, I began sliding my fingers out of Mom’s excited pussy to allow her to lower her skirt. Her hand quickly landed on mine, guiding my fingers back down to the depths of her clasping channel.
She held my hand in her pussy, covering mine and her mound of hair. Lisa placed my plate in front of me, and I could see her staring at our hands clamped tight to Mom’s pussy. She picked up Mom’s plate and leaned hard into me, squashing her soft tit into my shoulder, muttering, “Pardon my reach.” She slowly placed Mom’s plate down, her eyes locked onto our erotic display. Mom’s gaze fixated on Lisa’s expression, gauging her reaction to our wanton, sexual exhibition.
Lisa lingered, smiled wide, pulled back, and asked us if we needed anything else. As she turned to leave, Mom stuttered, “Lisa, would you mind grinding some fresh pepper on my pasta?” Mom leaned back, moved her hand away from mine, and shoved it under her ass, enabling her to push her pussy up, making the display even more erotic.
Lisa smiled wide, retrieved the pepper mill, and leaned over to comply with Mom’s request. While she pushed her breast into my shoulder, Mom sexily smiled and observed Lisa, who was intently staring at Mom’s pussy, stuffed full of my fingers. With Lisa’s eyes locked onto Mom’s groin, I moved my wet, slick fingers out and then back to the bottom of his pussy.
I glanced over at Rachel, fearing she would see Lisa mesmerized at our exhibition but relieved when I noticed her concentrating on her plate of pasta.
“That’s probably enough pepper,” I said. Lisa stopped cranking the shaker but lingered to stare at Mom’s voyeuristic display. Her breath was short and rapid when she backed up and asked us if there was anything else we needed. Mom told her we were good and thanked her for the fantastic service.
Lisa sexily smiled, turned, and walked away. I intensified my attack on Mom’s pussy, knowing it would be overly suspicious if I left my left hand under the table for much longer. While Mom ate her peppery entree, I mauled her sensitive pussy. Her face flushed, and her pussy pulsated in anticipation of a climax. Moving my forefinger and thumb up to the top of her slit, I rolled and squeezed her slick, engorged clit. Stroking it as she would do to my prick, I soon felt her orgasm commence.
She shrieked when her pussy shook and let loose a flood of juices, cumming on my intruding hand. Rachel looked up, saw Mom’s flushed face, and exclaimed, “Melissa, are you feeling okay? You look like you’re burning up.”
Mom grabbed her glass of water, took a few big gulps, and managed to spout, “Maybe too much pepper at once. I’m okay now.” Satisfied with her sister’s answer, Rachel resumed eating. I removed my hand from Mom’s soaked pussy, wiping my fingers off my napkin. After I moved my soiled cloth over to Mom’s leaking slit, her hand came down to take over. After cleaning up her juices, Mom placed my soaked napkin on my leg and moved her skirt back down. Mom and Rachel continued talking as if nothing had happened. When we finished eating, I reached down and brought my napkin up to my face as if I were wiping my mouth but, instead, deeply inhaled Mom’s pussy scent.
Mom smiled and bumped her leg on mine, acknowledging my action. Lisa showed up with the check and asked if we needed anything else. She smiled, teasing, “Perhaps some Cream Pie would be good?”
Mom replied, “Not now, Lisa, perhaps later. Thanks, though.” Rachel didn’t act wise to their secretive talk as Lisa smiled wide and walked away. Mom paid with cash, leaving a generous tip. I wondered if she was giving Lisa hush money or because she liked her.
Rachel stood to leave while I did the same to let Mom exit. When they walked out, I turned to the table to rearrange my prick, which had hardened at an odd angle. I reached down and adjusted my cock to point straight up along my stomach in a more comfortable position.
I turned to leave and practically ran over Lisa. She smiled as if she knew what I had been doing and walked up close enough that the mixture of her light perfume and sweat swept over me. Her face was inches from mine. She moved closer, pushing a soft breast into my arm while shoving her exposed thigh between my legs, pressing it against my stiff prick.
Rubbing her leg back and forth on my covered cock, she said, “Be sure to ask for me next time to get a nice private booth. I wrote my schedule down for you. I would love to serve your party again.”
Moving her closed fist to mine, she transferred the note to my hand. Expecting a piece of paper, I was pleasantly surprised to feel a flimsy, silky pair of panties. They were damp and warm, the result of watching our sexual display. I quickly stuffed them into my pants pocket.
I picked up my napkin, soaked with Mom’s juices, and held it to her hand, closing her fingers around it. I leaned into her pushing my hard cock into her thigh, and whispered, “I’m afraid Mom made a mess of her napkin. She had to use it to clean up some leaking juices.”