Mommy knows best

Chapter 13

Fresh from our shared bath she looks radiant as she moves from closet to drawer selecting her clothes for the afternoon. I watched her choose a pair of white cotton panties.

"No panties, mom."

"But Alex?"

"Mother, no underwear!"

"Yes, Alex."

She returned the panties and stood looking into the drawer. After a few seconds of indecision she lifted up a white brassiere and looked at me questioningly.

"Alex, may I wear this?"

"Come here and let me see if you need a bra," I returned.

She walked across the room, opened her robe and stood for my inspection. Her fleshy breasts hung down and a little to the side from their own weight, the proud, tan colored n*****s and the puckered areolas gave testament to her awakening excitement. I lifted both heavy t**s off her chest by the n*****s and let them fall back. I knew she would be self-conscious without the support of her brassiere.

"Sure, mom," I said. "You can wear it. At least for now."

She finished dressing in the clothes she had picked out for the day, a white knee- length skirt, white tank top just reaching the swell of her hips, and white sandals. The only color other than pink lipstick and nail polish was a jade green necklace and bracelet.

The skirt was snug across her hips and the mid-afternoon light from the window silhouetted the naked legs beneath. The now-confined t**s strained the front of the tank top. Even in a town full of young, beautiful and sexy women, I knew she would be attracting attention and I enjoyed the thought.

"Mom, you look very beautiful, men will be following you around."

"If they do, they'll follow me into a restaurant. Let's go," she returned.

Alone in the elevator, I pulled my mother to me and kissed her tenderly while my hands caressed her full hips. She willingly responded, pressing herself against me and opening her mouth to receive my tongue. Her perfume filled the elevator making me light-headed.

We entered a restaurant serving breakfast all day and found a small table by a window. As we crossed the room my earlier thoughts were confirmed. My mother was attracting some male attention.

"Hey, mom, you're getting the eye," I said in a low tone.

"Alex, honey, don't you think a woman knows when she's being looked at? Right now I'm more interested in food then anything else."

We sat down at converging sides of the table. I leaned over and gave her a brief kiss on the mouth, our first real kiss in public.

I don't think I've ever seen my mother wolf down so much food; eggs, sausage, bacon and potatoes, washed down with orange juice and coffee. I was also starving and matched her bite for bite. When we finished we looked at each other and started to laugh. We had not spoken three words during the feeding frenzy!

While we sat drinking coffee I gave her another kiss. It was brief but it conveyed enough passion so that onlookers knew we were lovers. Mother had hiked up her skirt a little when she sat down, and now the hem rested about mid-way between her knee and naked labia.

I placed my hand on her bare thigh and gently squeezed.

"Alex, I think that man two tables over in the blue shirt can see you. He keeps looking this way."

"I don't care mom; in fact it sort of excites me. Spread your legs a little so he can get a real good look," I encouraged, removing my hand.

"Alex!"

"Do it, mother! Show him what a hot woman you are," I said, a flinty edge in my voice.

We looked at each other and I could see her eyes filling with tears.

"Alright, Alex." She surrendered. "Whatever you want."

Reaching for her purse and attending to her make up, she allowed her legs to fall open and even slid down slightly in her chair. My mother's admirer, two tables down, ordered another cup of coffee.

For five or ten minutes we chatted and sipped coffee while mother crossed, uncrossed, opened and closed her lovely legs affording the voyeur the highlight of his day. Then, as we were leaving, mom smiled sweetly as we passed his table.

I pulled mother into the dimly lit bar adjacent to the restaurant and sat her on a bar stool. I ordered a Bloody Mary for each of us, and when the bartender left to mix the drinks, I slid my hand up her smooth, bare leg until I felt the puffy wet lips of her p***y.

"You liked that, didn't you," I ask?

"You know I did!" she said as her tears returned.

I removed my hand as the barkeep returned with our drinks.

"Mom, let's go back to the room for a little while. I have something I want to talk about and I think we should be alone. In the meantime, I toast your beauty," I said, raising my drink.

"Thank you, honey," she replied, raising her glass, the other hand idly brushing at the corners of her eyes.

We finished the drinks and I kissed my mom, drawing a slight look of surprise from the bartender. Even with her good looks and great body, my mother can't pass for twenty one, but I do, if not younger. I could feel the man watching as we left the bar and could almost read his thoughts:

"The kid got himself a good-looking hooker old enough to be his mother."

Arriving at our room, we found the maid just finishing her task of putting fresh linen on the sole bed that had been used. She excused herself, appraising eyes shifting between mother and me.

Alone again, I asked mother to sit down on the bed and I took a place beside her. My hand found her knee and started to move up her thigh. She smiled, a sad smile, and spread her legs apart to accommodate my exploration. The lips of her cunt were still wet and swollen. My middle finger probed her valley. My c**k, which seemed to be in a permanent state of semi-arousal, lurched in my pants.

"Mom, we both know you got hot thinking that man could see up your skirt. Well, you should know that it excites me to think of other men seeing you naked. When I saw you with that guy at home it was the most sexually exciting day of my life. I've often fantasized about it the past two years. I liked watching you make love."

She looked at me with questioning eyes. Her breathing was becoming a little faster and she spread those thighs wider as I rolled her clit between my thumb and fingers. I pulled the little button back and forth almost like m**********g a tiny p***s.

"Alex ....," she started.

"No, mother, let me finish. I like it when you show off your body and you enjoy it too, so when we're out and about, why don't we have fun? I want us to do everything we've ever wanted to do, and then some. We are going to make love every way possible.

"I do love you, Mother, very deeply and I always will. I love to hold you, kiss you and make love to you but there are other things that we both desire and I want us to pursue them all," I concluded, pulling her tightly into my arms.

We kissed for a long while, and I continued to probe and manipulate her cunt. She become more puffy and wet as the thoughts of my proposal found a home in her libido. Her small unintelligible sounds of passion escaped between our busy lips.

"You can start now by getting rid of that bra," I whispered in her ear. "Then meet me downstairs by the slot machines."

Abruptly, I withdrew my hand from under her skirt, went into the bathroom to wash up and then walked past a hot woman sitting on the bed with a dazed look on her face. Closing the door behind me I adjusted the semi-erect shaft that appeared to be testing the strength of my zipper and walked toward the elevators.

On entering, the sounds of a gambling casino engulf you, not, unlike the sounds of the jungle with its din of animals and insects. Then the sounds fade into the background as you pursue your fortune.

I was neither aware of the noise nor was I actively seeking to make a killing at the tables. I blankly watched the spinning fruit salad before me, lost in thoughts of the beautiful red haired woman I had left in our hotel room. Continuing to deposit quarters in the electronic slot machine, I reminisced about the loving and lovemaking of the past twenty-four hours.

About twenty minutes later, I had lost ten dollars in a quarter slot machine and had just started on my second, watered-down screwdriver when I spotted my mother entering the casino. She had yet to see me and walked awkwardly with her arms folded across her chest.

She finally located me, and as she closed the remaining distance she allowed her arms to fall to her sides. There was no denying she was braless as her large t**s swayed from side to side in rhythm with her walk. As she approached I observed her hardened n*****s through the thin material of the tank top. The breasts sagged but were full enough to be sexy, her belly protruding just enough to be noticeable, and the skirt was taut across her pretty bottom. Her body had a mature fullness and beauty that made promises . . . promises she was able to keep.

She stood before me with a crooked smile.

"Are you happy now?" she asked, trying to act perturbed but not quite making it sound sincere.

"Yes, very. You're beautiful and unbelievably sexy. I want you to walk around the casino and give the men a chance to see you. And mother, don't fold your arms over those big boobies," I said with a grin. "I'll be here; you can come back and tell me about your adventures."

Happily, I had invested enough quarters in the one-arm bandit to break even. Sailors don't make much money. Then my mother reappeared. She had been gone about forty-five minutes or an hour. She sported the slightly flushed tone and warm smile of a woman in heat. She came directly to me and embraced me with enough enthusiasm to attract looks from several fellow gamblers. I didn't care. I allowed my hand cup one of those beautiful cheeks and give it a gentle squeeze.

Nuzzling against my ear she whispered, "Alex, I felt so sexy walking around without underwear; I don't think I've ever felt sexier. Where did you learn what pleases a woman at such a young age? You know, you make me feel more wanted, beautiful and sexy more than anyone I've ever known, including your father."

"Two men tried to start a conversation and one just seemed to follow along with me as I moved through the casino. I was so bad; I stretched, bent over and jiggled trying to put on a good show without being too obvious."

My arm encircled my mother's waist and my hand hefted one heavy breast.

"You're a fox, mother. Let's go for a walk so I can show you off."

Leaving the hotel we were plunged into the neon kaleidoscope of nighttime Las Vegas. We strolled arm-in-arm down the street, her head on my shoulder, her titties jostling each other for their position in the snug white tank top. We savored each admiring look or lustful stare from passersby. We occasionally stole a quick kiss, a brief hug or copped a feel but said very little, both seemingly lost in our own thoughts.

"Where to?" I ask after about half an hour, "Where do you want to eat?"

Still a little flushed she replied softly, "Why don't we get room service?"

Exhibiting our ignorance of elegant cuisine, we ordered two bottles of wine, two shrimp cocktails, two hamburgers with everything and two orders of fries. The voice said it would be thirty or forty minutes.

Mother excused herself to get freshened up and disappeared into the bathroom only to emerge wrapped in the now familiar terry robe. I assumed we were in for the night. I turned on the television and flipped through the channels until I found some non-descript movie musical. My mother took a seat on the small sofa facing the TV.

Before she knew what was happening, I was on my knees in front of her and opening the robe. Without fanfare I spread her thighs and buried my face in the soft copper fleece nestled between her legs. My tongue found the warm slit and an immediate sigh escaped her lips. She moved her body to the edge of the sofa to give me better access. Abandoning all pretense of being civilized I started to devour her cunt like a wolf would devour raw meat.