Ethel sat across from her son, Jeff, in a small restaurant that shared a parking lot with the motel they had rented a room. She studied her son as he scanned each woman in the restaurant, either sitting or walking by, coming or going. It was not the first time she had noticed his seemingly involuntary attention to whatever woman was within his line of sight.
Though she would not admit it, she was sexually frustrated that she did not have a man in her life, except for the occasional boyfriend who never lasted longer than a few months. Her son marrying a bitch she considered "trailer trash" three years earlier did not sit well with her either. Betty was two years older than her son's 23 years.
Having given birth to him so late in life she attributed to her frigid attitude towards sex. It cost her a marriage of 15 years. She was 56 and closing on retirement. She would need her son in her old age and his wife was continuously trying to get him to move.
She waited to the side as her son paid the bill with money she had given him to take care of their expenses. They were 400 miles away from home in South Carolina so she could visit a medical specialist. There were plenty of specialist closer to home but she had read he was the best in female anatomy. The visit came to nothing and they were leaving tomorrow morning for home.
"Why do you look at every woman you see?" She asked, as they walked across the large parking lot towards their room.
"I've noticed that ever since you came to live with me. Do you do that when you're with Betty? I know you have made more than one girlfriend mad at you because of your wandering eye."
"I like women!" Her son, Jeff, replied. "Tall, short, big or small. They all have their special attributes. Hair color, eye color, big boobs, little boobs, and I like to imagine whether they shave their snatch, or not. I especially like redheads if they are natural."
"Well that explains Betty!" She said sourly. "I am a natural red head too. Maybe that's why you're drawn to them?"
"Could be." Jeff answered. "And I'm aware of you being a natural redhead."
She eyed him scornfully and regretted her liberal attitude regarding her manner of dress, or undress, around him. "But, back to the subject, you should stop looking at every woman that gets near you." Ethel rebuked. "You should be a little bit better than every other damn man on the street.
"There's nothing wrong with looking, mom." He protested. "Besides, even if you had a gun to my head, cocked and ready, I would still look."
"Then you should be try to be better than most man! But no! If anyone of them women in that place offered to drop their panties for you, you would screw them in a heartbeat."
"You're talking crazy!" Jeff protested. "I'm a one-woman man no matter how much I look!"
"You're lying through your eye teeth! 400 miles away from home! You will never get me to believe that one."
Ethel allowed her son to shower first. Her mind could not rest due to the short discussion crossing the parking lot and her hard-headedness to prove a point and be right.
He was finished in 15 minutes.
As she entered the bathroom , Jeff sat on the foot of his bed in his boxer shorts and T-shirt watching the weather. She began to fill the bathtub with steaming water, stepped into the tub and gently lowered herself into the hot water. She popped her head on the back of the tub and watched the water rise until it covered her nipples. She leaned forward, cut off the water, then, leaned back again, closing her eyes. She tried desperately to relax.
Jeff heard the slapping of the water, knew of his mother's fondness for a long hot bath and knew she would be there for a while. He fumbled with the opening of his boxer shorts and freed the beginning of an erection. He had the card with the TV channels next to him on the bed. He saw there was an X-rated movie channel, punched it in, and sat watching the brief and rewinding "come on" commercial. Smiling at the pretty blonde getting doggy fucked, he stroked his cock slowly but firmly. At a point he retrieved a few tissues from the bed side table, finding he may have enough time to ejaculate. Almost!
"Honey?"
"Yeah, mom!"
"Come in here for a moment, please!" Ethel shouted.
Much perturbed, Jeff left the TV on the channel and moved to the bathroom door, opening it a crack. "What do you need, mom?" Irritation in his tone.
"I can't get this damn drain to work! See what you can do with it."
He continued into the bathroom paying no attention to the nakednesss of his mother, who had placed a washcloth to cover her abundantly furred mound and a larger hand towel to cover her breasts. But as was his nature, when he bend down he could not help but take a quick glance between his mother's legs, hoping to see up under the washcloth. Seeing his mother naked did not happen often but it was not unheard of, thus, his knowledge of her being a natural redhead.
"Put your eyes back in your head!" She chastised, noting the bulge in his shorts. "Your mother's snatch is off-limits to you."
"You're the one putting it out there for me to see!" He chastised right back. "All you had to do was push the plunger down and it would have popped up. If you think I'm like every other DAMN man, and being 400 miles from home and my main squeeze, and, since you think i'd jump any woman I met, you'd think you would want to be a little bit more careful about letting me see you half naked. But, on a different note, seeing you covered like that you should buy yourself a bikini."
Leaving the bathroom, Jeff switched the channel to one of the broadcast channels. He reclined on his bed. His mother came out of the bathroom in less than a minute. She wore only her panties and a bra, it being unusual and surprising him.
"You think you're so cute! I didn't call you a rapist, but you know damn well if a woman, any woman, was laying on this bed ready to give it up you'd be on it before she could blink. Didn't you think I heard that trash on the TV, that woman moaning. No doubt you out here playing with it!"
"What in the hell has gotten into you, woman!" Jeff exclaimed, rolling up to sit on the edge of his bed which was approximately 5 feet from the other bed.
"You won't be honest! You won't admit that you would screw any woman that would take her panties off for you." She challenged.
"What do you think the chances of that is! You are never going to prove that I would. You're talking crazy! Go look in the mirror over there and talk to yourself!"
Ethel was sizzling hot. She didn't know why she was in such an aggravated state. But she had to be right No matter what it took, she had to be right.
She literally stomped to the middle of her bed, faced her son and pushed her panties down, kicking them loose. She dropped herself onto the bed, scooted back a bit, lifting her feet to the edge of the bed, and spread her thighs wide.
"What the hell are you doing, mom?" Jeff exclaimed, trying hard not to, but unable to, not look at his mother's red forested pussy.
