“No need. We’ll be putting this behind us when we walk out the door.”
“Cute you think that.” He grinned.
“What the hell does that mean?” Mom asked.
“Nothing.” He waved his hand.
“Rules.” Mom said.
“I sit here.” He tapped the chair, “But I might move to see better, but I won’t get too close and my hands stay to myself.”
“You don’t degrade me.” Mom told him firmly. “It’s your money and your show, if you want to suggest something, fine, but no, “Look at you, you fucking whore.”
“I… I wouldn’t say that.” He actually looked put off, “Really.”
“Good. Keep it in your pants; you have the rest of your life to jerk off to it.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He laughed, “I want a souvenir other than the movie, leave me something.”
“Tell you what, you can have my damn thong and you can sniff it while you whack off.” She smiled, “I’m sure Ryan is going to get his slutty mother nice and wet you’ll be able to get a nice whiff of my pussy.”
“Oh.” he whistled, “I don’t think I’ll have to suggest much.” He looked over at me, “Can I have a word with Ryan?”
Mom hesitated, then nodded, “Make it quick, oh and Malcolm?”
“What is it?”
“I am not taking it in the ass.”
“I… I didn’t want you to.” He shrugged, “Sort of ruin it, I think.” He seemed to be mulling it over.
“Forget I said it. Go ahead.”
Uncle gestured for me to follow him and walked a few feet away. I followed and putting his heavy arm around me he said, “Ryan, I know you think I’m sick and you might hate me for this right now, but you will thank me later, seriously.”
“Whatever.” I rolled my eyes.
“Just relax and enjoy this Ryan, this is… it seems wrong, but its special Ryan and you’ll see how special later.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’ll see.” He smiled, “Lucky boy, Ryan. Very few sons get to experience their mother as a woman.”
“Let’s just get this over with.” I told him and without waiting for an answer walked back over to mom who was standing by a chair next to the bed, the coat still on.
“Okay.” Uncle sat back in the large chair, and then laughed, “Time’s money.”
Mom took my face in her hands and looking me in the eye whispered, “I love you, Ryan.”
“Love you too,” I said softly. I could feel her fingers trembling on my face, but her voice was steady when she continued to whisper.
“Now trust me, follow my lead and say and act the way he would want you to, it’s okay, you’re not going to upset me, just think of all those dirty movies you watch.”
“Just me?’ I forced a grin.
She smiled back.”What can I say, I like porn.”
Mom’s smile faded when uncle cleared his throat and releasing my face, mom grabbed the ties to her coat. “Just play along.” She opened the coat and slipped it off.
“Wow, what a long night at the club.” Mom declared, tossing the coat onto the floor.
My eyes widened when I saw mom was wearing the school girl outfit; the white thigh high stockings and the barely ass length plaid skirt. The top however was very different and what had really caught my eyes. Her white button shirt was sleeveless and tied between her tits leaving her flat stomach exposed.
Her stomach wasn’t the only thing displayed as the shirt was tied tight enough to show she wasn’t wearing a bra and her dark nipples were visible through the white material. Her nipples were already erect and it certainly wasn’t cold in here. Mom had already gotten herself visibly turned on, even with uncle here which meant she was into this, she had to be, or could she fake it to this degree.
“Something wrong, honey?” Mom asked, “You’re staring at me?”
“Oh, uh… I…”
“Ryan, are you staring at your mother’s tits?” she asked her hands on her hips.
“I like that.” Uncle said from behind the chair as he sat back sipping the drink he’d poured himself.
I started to look over to him, but mom put her hand on my cheek and made me look at her.
“I’m talking to you, Ryan.” Her eyes bored into mine, “Answer the question, are you staring at your mom’s tits?”
“I… yes.” I said softly and feeling embarrassed at saying it started to lower my head.
“Perfect,” Uncle said quietly, “Just perfect.” There was no mockery in his tone and for the first time I thought of what this must actually mean to him in the way of how he had spent years fantasizing about how it would have been with his own mother.
“Then look at them.” Mom again, directed my face to her, “Go ahead and stare, you do all the time anyway, don’t you?”
“I…”
“Don’t even try to lie to me.” Mom let my face go and put her hands on my arms as she spoke. “I see you looking, Ryan, every night I come home from work you can’t take your eyes off me.”
“No, I… really I don’t.” True up until last night anyway.
“Not just my tits either, but all of me. My legs, my ass,” Mom stepped back and spread her arms, “You like this look don’t you, Ryan? You like me dressed like a slut.”
“I don’t like them.” I shook my head, “I don’t like those guys looking at you.”
“But you like to look.” She laughed, “It’s okay if my son looks at my ass? Well here, take a look.” Mom turned around and flipped her skirt up exposing her ass.
The thong was nothing more than a red string between the cheeks of her ass with a little red bow at the top of it. Mom gave it a playful shake and to my amazement my cock stirred. Her ass was incredible her cheeks firm and round and I found myself wanting to reach out and fondle them, to get on my knees and kiss her cheeks.
Whether it was the booze, the embarrassment of my uncle watching, lust or a mixture of all those things, I felt my face grow hot and my ears were burning. As mom turned back around to face me, my eyes locked onto her nipples and I saw she was breathing hard and my cock was now swelling, straining against the tight jeans.
“You like that, you like mommy’s ass?” She asked me, “You think about that ass in the air for you, Ryan?”
“No.” I shook my head, “Mom, I would…”
“Bullshit.” She pointed at me, “I know you want me, I’ve seen all that mother son porn on your computer, you love me dressing slutty because you want me to be your slut, don’t you?”
“That… that wouldn’t be right.” That wasn’t a lie.
“I’m not talking about right; I’m talking about what you want. Now tell me what you want.”
“I… don’t know what I want.”
“Yes you do.” Mom grabbed the knotted shirt. “You want to see mommy’s tits.”
“I…”
“Tell me and I’ll show them to you.” She pulled on the not causing the shirt to loosen and fall away from the inside of her breasts.
Staring at the curve of her breasts, I would be lying if I said I didn’t want to see them, but here and with Uncle watching and paying it seemed more wrong than ever.
“Go ahead, baby.” Mom said more softly, “Tell your mother how bad you want to see what you’re not supposed to.” She gave me a wink that Uncle wouldn’t be able to see and taking a deep breath I blurted out,
“Mom, please show me your tits!”
“Oh, and with manners.” She sighed, “Someone raised you right.”
I ignored Uncle’s laugh and watched as Mom pulled the shirt open and let it fall away.
“Oh, damn.” I whispered at the sight of my mother’s breasts.
They were a little bigger than I had imagined, still not big, but perfectly round and sitting up proudly on her chest. Her rose colored nipples were hard and pointing directly at me.
“You like?” she cupped her breasts and stroked them with her nails, “They look as good as you thought they would?”
“They’re perfect.” I said, unable to take my eyes from her nipples.
“Yes they are.” Uncle muttered, “Lucky bastard.”
Mom released her tits and slid the shirt off so she was completely topless. Stepping up to me, she grabbed the bottom of my shirt and tugged it from my jeans, “My turn, if I’m not wearing a top you shouldn’t be either.”
I raised my arms robotically, my eyes locked onto her tits as the bounced fetchingly while she stepped forward and pulled my shirt over my head, she tossed it away and ran her hands up and down my chest and stomach.
“Mmm, my baby’s not a little boy anymore is he?” She saw where my eyes were fixed and smiling, grabbed my wrists as she had last night, “Go ahead, honey, I didn’t show them to you to tease.”
I hesitated, trying not to think of uncle next to us and with smile, she pulled my hands up and placed them over her tits.
“Oh.” I gasped as I felt her hard nipples pressing into my palms.
“Hmm.” Mom moaned as she slipped her hands over mine and moved them up and down, sliding them across her firm warm flesh. “Yes, go ahead, baby, play with mommy’s tits, keep those nipples nice and hard.”
Her hands went back to caressing my chest, this time running her nails lightly over my skin while I fondled her tits. I cupped them as she had done, giving them a squeeze and stroking her nipples with my thumbs.
“Oh yeah.” Mom released a sexy groan that had my cock straining to break free of my pants. “Look at you, you bad boy, playing with your mother’s titties.”
She leaned in and kissed my neck causing a soft moan to escape me and out of the corner of my eye I saw Uncle lean forward in his chair, his elbows on his knees, staring intently at us. Mom kissed me again and this time let her lips slide along my neck and up to my ear where she flicked her tongue playfully, while moaning, “Oh, that feels good, honey.”