My Sex Education, Part 7
The restaurant was noisy as Hailey, Mom, and I sat at our table. It was a large Italian place with a lot of customers in for the dinner rush on a Saturday night. It was nice to have our family back together again, even if it was for a quick visit.
"Thank you both for this," Mom said, looking a little down.
"Our pleasure, Mom," Hailey answered first. "Happy birthday!" She giggled, trying to keep it all upbeat.
"Yeah, Happy Birthday, Mom," I answered.
"Your father used to bring me here for my birthday," Mom said, looking around the restaurant, fondly remembering times past, then looking down at the table in front of her. "I'm sorry. It's been a year. I shouldn't be so down still."
"It's ok, Mom," Hailey said. "It's expected."
I reached out and touched my mom's hand and she took mine between hers, squeezing it. "It's really ok, Mom." My Dad had died about a year ago from a heart attack. A year after I left the house. He seemed to go downhill so quickly. The last time Hailey and I were home was for his funeral. Unfortunately, Rascal, our dog, died the same year, so my Mom was truly living alone.
"Well, at least I have my babies here with me," she said, smiling at both of them. "Thank you both for coming into town," Mom said.
I'd come in for a week, taking some vacation time to help Mom around the house a little bit. But Hailey was only in for the weekend, leaving tomorrow since she had to work on Monday.
Suddenly, the waiter appeared in her stark white, button-down shirt with her black apron. She held an electronic pad in her hand, ready to type in our order. "Have you decided yet?" she asked.
"Yeah, I think so," I told her, nodding and looking at the other two.
"Yeah, I'm ready," Mom said.
"What would you like?" the waitress asked her.
"I'll have... uh... how about the Chicken Marsala," Mom said.
"And you?" the waitress asked, turning towards Hailey.
"I'll have the Grilled Salmon."
"Very nice. And last but not least..." she turned towards me.
"I'll have the lasagna," I said, closing my menu. I gathered the three menus and handed them to the waitress.
"Very nice. I'll put this in. Any appetizers? Salads?" she asked.
We all shook our heads. "Ok," she said and walked towards the kitchen to put our order in.
Dinner for the next ninety minutes went really well. Our wine and the dinner were great and we were all having a good time. Hailey had bought a cake, hiding it at the house, so when it came time for dessert, we all declined. I then paid the bill and we went back to my Mom's house.
Mom and I immediately went into the living room, still talking about my job and my life outside of work with my girlfriend. Hailey went into the kitchen to get the cake ready. In just a few minutes, she peeked her head out of the archway.
"Ok, Mom. Keep your eyes closed," she said.
My mom looked at me. "Seriously?" she asked. "I'm fifty. I think I know what she has in her hands."
"Are they closed?" Hailey asked, refusing to come out until they were.
"Better do it," I suggested.
My Mom sighed as she brought her hands to her face, covering her eyes with them. "Yeah, yeah," she said.
I laughed. "I don't know... I think she's peeking."
"I'm not peeking!" she said emphatically.
Hailey walked into the room with the cake in her hands, two lit candles on top. "Ok... happy birthday Mom!" she said as she set the cake on the coffee table.
"Happy birthday to you... happy birthday to you..." we sang, celebrating like school kids.
"Go on, make a wish and blow out your candles," I said when we finished singing. Hailey giggled, clapping her hands as my Mom closed her eyes for a second, then blew out the candles.
"Very good!" I said. Hailey and I both grabbed our wrapped gifts and handed them to her, letting her open them. Hailey had bought her a Kindle so she could read her books more easily. I had bought her an iPad so that she could watch her shows more easily. Our Mom was fully moving into the twenty-first century.
All in all, it was a good day and we all went to bed late. I was laying in my bed at 1:00am, just going through my socials on my phone and texting my girlfriend a little when Hailey quickly opened my door, slipped inside, and closed it behind her.
"Hey you!" she said, crawling up and kneeling on my bed. She was wearing a button-down pajama top, with the top two buttons undone. Down below, she was only wearing panties. She made my cock start to harden. "Wow, you're looking really good."
"Thank you," I answered without looking up from my phone.
"Looks like you're going to the gym more."
"Hmm?" I asked. My phone was distracting me from what she was saying. "Sorry, I don't really want to hang out right now."
"Why not?" she asked, sounding almost like a needy little girl.
"I'm just relaxing," I said. "I just kinda want to go to bed, mess around on my phone for a little bit."
"You can mess around with me, too, you know," she giggled, sliding her hands over her breasts.
"Umm... no," I laughed.
"Come on. I just want to hang out for a little bit," she said.
"Alright," I said, annoyed but we really hadn't seen each other in the last year. "If you want."
She giggled. "It was such a nice day today, with the sun out and everything... it's made me a little horny." She licked her lips and stroked her thighs as her hands continued to play over her body. "Ok, I'm really, really horny." I looked at her, not surprised. But I really was tired. "Don't act like you don't want to hear it. I thought about going back to my room and just fucking myself, but I don't want to do that again. I want some real meat."
Hailey reached out and touched my thigh, stroking it up close to my growing cock. "Yeah, you definitely look good."
"Hailey, what are you doing?" I asked, annoyed, looking up from my phone again.
"What? I'm just saying you look good."
"Ok... But I'm not going to do anything with you," I said.
"Yeah, yeah," she said. "But in case you didn't notice, I'm just a little bit sexually frustrated." She slid her hand over her pussy, playing with her clit through the thin material. "God, I'm so fucking horny."
"Quit!" I said, seeing her playing with herself. "I don't feel like doing anything tonight."
"I didn't do anything," she said, sounding like a little girl. "I just touched your thigh." I looked at her sternly, trying to convince her that I really just wanted to go to bed. "Alright. Ok, I won't."
"Just sit there, ok?" I asked.
"Ok. I'm just saying... I'm, like, leaving tomorrow."
"I know."
"I have an idea," she said, giggling, sucking on the tip of her finger. "Why don't you fuck me. I mean, the way that you're looking at me... at my tits."
"I don't know... I'm just tired," I said, setting my phone aside.
"Don't act like you don't want a piece of this," she said, squeezing her breasts. "Come on... it'll be fun... just like old times. I think I see something getting hard in your pants. Don't act like it's not happening. I just thought you'd maybe want to, you know, mess around a little bit." She unbuttoned the three buttons that held her top closed, letting it part, giving me a slight view of her naked breasts.
"I think we should do a quickie. I know you want to," she said, sliding her hands beneath her top and squeezing her breasts while I watched.
"No," I said, shaking my head. "Come on. Mom's right down the hall."
"Ok. I'll just sit here," she said. I went back to looking at my phone, but I could still see her. She slid her hand down to her pussy again and, sliding it inside her panties, slowly played with herself. "Are you sexting your girlfriend?" she asked.
"Yeah," I said, finishing up and sending a text. I loved the way my girlfriend and I teased each other when we were apart. It definitely made our time together much more exciting since we were constantly horny.
"What are you doing?" I asked, looking up at her obviously masturbating in front of me.
She giggled. "Nothing."
