Mother’s Day

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The dinner was tremendous. The filets were tender and succulent, the potatoes fabulous, and the company was… divine. Mom and I were touching practically through the whole dinner. Shoulders, or feet, or something. It wasn’t forced, either. It felt easy, almost natural. I regaled her with stories of bad girl friends and bad sex times; now that we were on a different level, we could talk about a lot more stuff.

Sadly, the dinner came to an end. The check arrived, in the amount of forty seven dollars. I protested to Fritz that it was too low, but he insisted. We tipped him and the waitress very well, though.

“Hey Fritz?” I asked as we were leaving. “Can you recommend any dance places around here?”

“But of course! Across the street is the fantastic Voodoo Lounge! You can leave your car here and call us to come get you! I will call my friend at the door, you won’t wait in line.”

Mom tugged on Fritz’ arm as he turned to leave. She gave him a big hug. A full body hug. and she kissed him on the cheek.

Fritz went into full flabbergast mode. He stumbled away, red-faced but smiling.

The Voodoo lounge… now here was a place. Swanky. Expensive. $12 beers and $20 drinks. But Fritz got us set up with a nice little booth far enough away from the band so we could talk, but not out in the boonies, either.

The warm-up band played 80’s pop music, Mom’s favorite. Having grown up in her house, I
knew most of the songs too.

“Trav, I haven’t danced in ages! Please???”

Who could resist? Not me. The floor was pretty crowded, which was good. We stepped up and got our ‘Super Freak’ on. After a few songs we went back and sucked down some Goose Gimlets.

“This is… SO MUCH FUN!” Mom shouted to me. Okay it was pretty loud. She moved in closer to me to speak into my ear. “Thank you so much sweetie, I’m loving this!”

“Me too, Mom!”

“No, not ‘Mom’, remember?. Um… call me… ‘Dixie’!”

“Dixie?”

“Yes, Dixie! It’s kind of a slutty name, right?”

“Sure, I guess?”

“So Travis, anything you need to admit? Any confessions?” I looked at her quizzically. “Silly boy! Were you able to not molest yourself this afternoon?”

“Oh! Shit! That! Haha! Well it was… hard… very HARD… but I managed not to.”

“Hmmm, too bad. I was kind of hoping to win.”

Holy shit, did she just say that? Because ‘winning’ meant that I would have to masturbate while she watched. Um… too much thinking…

“Let’s dance some more, Mom!”

We got up and ‘Walked like egyptians’ which was terribly funny. But then. One of her favorite songs came on. ‘Lady in Red’, a slow song about dancing with his lover. I was ready to evacuate the dance floor, but Mom pulled me back.

“We’re dancing,” she informed me.

“You’re not wearing red.”

“Shut up and hold me.”

“Yes, Dixie.”

She smiled at that. I placed my right hand on the small of her back. Her bare back.. My left hand held her right hand, and we swayed to the music.

“You’re so beautiful, Mom.”

“Thanks Travis… but, this isn’t middle school. There’s no chaperone.”

“Right,” I said. We were dancing about a foot apart. I pulled her closer. Her slight, yet intoxicating, scent almost overwhelmed me.

Her chest bumped into mine. I pulled her closer still. Her chest pressed into me. Closer… her head lay on my shoulder. With her heels, Mom/Dixie was only about an inch shorter than me.
I pretended to stumble and pulled her tight, to steady her of course. Her thighs pressed against me. I caressed her lower back, slipping my little finger down, under her dress. I felt no panties where there should be some, only a little tiny string.

I was trying to keep my enormous erection from touching her, but it was no use. Inevitably, it bumped into her. Dixie just sighed, and she kissed my ear. Emboldened, I slid my hand further down the back of her dress and cupped a warm ass cheek. My Mom’s warm ass cheek. This was it. It’s official. I’m copping a feel off my Mom, right now. And she just wriggled tighter into me and ground her pelvis against against my cock.

I pulled my head back to look at her, she turned and looked at me. We were very close.

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