Park Interlude Chapter 2: A Rainy Date
(Author's note: Fantasy that does involve incest and public sex, as well as voyeurism. Love your feedback, even the negative ones, I use them all to help improve for future posts. The positive feedback definitely is helpful and spurs me onward. Will this become a series, I think so. We shall see how the mood strikes.)
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Never let it be said that rain would ever slow a Mom down in her pursuit of blissful happiness for her family or for herself. This day is just one of those days. My son was again in town, taking time off from his part-time college job to have dinner with Mom on a Friday night, but we could not control the weather and it has been raining cats and dogs since early afternoon with no signs of slowing up.
I took him to a rather nice restaurant, one that I knew had a nice portico to disembark from our SUV so we would not get wet and my new hair style wouldn't be too severely damaged in the short walk it took to get inside. The valet got a wonderful view up my skirt slit and I took a moment to fully swing my other leg out reaching back to pick up my handbag that I left in the console, so as I leaned I know he saw much more than the creamy white thigh meat above my black thigh high lacy tops; indeed he may have answered the question if I remembered panties tonight or not. James on the other hand was more interested in the seafood I was treating him to this evening, or perhaps the dessert that he was expecting afterwards, he was out of the vehicle almost before we stopped. As I stepped out of the driver's seat, the valet was close so I let my breasts graze slowly across his chest, looking up into his eyes to let him know that a spark had ignited, my left hand lightly touched his groin in the dark pants where a slight bulge was indeed present. I knew without asking he would take good care of my chariot and be there to see to its return.
In the restaurant we were shown to a reserved table, one of their rare treats with a sunset view had the rain not beset us that day. But instead we were being serenaded by the drumbeat of the sheets of rain upon the rooftop a sort of mesmerizing sound that we were enjoying from our semi-circular booth. As we got to the booth, I stopped James before he sat himself down, "it's proper young man to allow the woman of the party to be seated first," I told him as I smiled demurely towards him and the maître de. He rather stiffly bowed and his sweeping hand showed me the right side of the booth that he seemed to prefer for me. As with the exit from the vehicle I took my time, I pecked him on the cheek as I squeezed past him, then sat so that the slit of my dress let them both know this "May-December" party was going to be exciting for at least one of them, the lacy tops of my thigh highs were again on display for them both. My son smiled broadly as he gazed upon my long legs, and the gentleman well his one eyebrow raised to show his admiring approval, before my legs disappeared under the white table cloth.
As I moved to more center stage of the booth, my breasts were dancing it seems for my son who now stood alone and admired his Mother, the halter top of my outfit allowed those pendulous orbs to free fall and dance about as though they had lives of their own, he nodded his approval before sliding in the left side of the booth. Since we were now alone for a minute I planted a kiss upon his lips and let him taste my tongue ever so briefly before breaking contact as I knew a waitress would soon be with us. I was right, a very tall, rather sultry redhead came into view and smiled at us, asking for our drink orders. She seemed to recognize Mother and son and carded him when he ordered a draft beer, all the while her saucy eyes flirting with him almost as though I wasn't there. Yes he is a hunk and what some would call a chick magnet.
We made small talk briefly about his college classes and how he was doing grade-wise, I knew he was excelling he had graduated at the top of his homeschool class and I was so very proud of how quickly he learned any topic I put in front of him over the years.
Before we knew it our waitress was back with our drinks, wine for me and a frosty large mug of beer for James. She smiled at us both and winked at him as she went to leave giving us more time to study the menus we had yet to crack open. I had a hand on his thigh as we kept up our light banter and again being alone, I offered my lips once more and felt his tongue pushing against my lips I let him in and tasted his wonderful maleness. The waitress surprised us by showing up as we were kissing and she very obviously saw it more than just a motherly peck on the cheek. The waitress blushed a bit but didn't back away, I gave her a knowing nod and said we were ready to order. After taking our orders and menus she told us that if there was anything else she could help us with just ask, she said this as she was looking first at James and then in a lingering way at me.
James I could tell wasn't all that interested in her, after all he was probably figuring why focus on a "maybe" when a "definite" was sitting here at the table with him. Me on the other hand, I took note of her words and facial expression, I was pretty good at reading people and knew this beautiful woman was perhaps 10 years senior to James and knew her way around more than a menu or table.
As she left I moved my left hand up his thigh to his crotch to feel a semi-erect cock in his pants. I moaned softly and smiled, "is that for me or someone else," I questioned him as I gently massaged it.
"Mom I don't share with others, you know that," he responded, "even at school I might date, but no one gets what is yours."
I was proud to hear him say this in one way, but also kind of saddened that he wasn't expanding his horizons. Perhaps he needed to be shown more at some future date.
Our appetizers arrived shortly and were scrumptious as I had expected. Our waitress, Andrea, sat them on the table as she eyed my left arm, noting that it was obviously in James' lap. She made no comment but her facial expression was saying much and her eyes danced as she looked my way and asked once again if she could possibly help either of us in any way, we should just let her know.
The trouser tent that James was now showing me told me that a big event would be coming later in the evening, but as we looked out at the rain as we ate, he sounded a little dejected saying I'm guessing the park is out of the question tonight.
I smiled and replied, "that is exactly why I turned down a ride in your Mustang and offered my SUV for tonight's date. The darkened windows can come in handy too."
Meanwhile after hearing that James' hands seemed to perk up their interest and when we were alone with our meal he got preoccupied with my halter, and soon had a hand cupping a heavy tit as he ate with the other. I wouldn't embarrass him or slow him down any by letting him know I could see Andrea checking out what he was doing from her vantage point outside of his view, but the fact that she was a confirmed voyeur who was not making a scene with what she was witnessing only got my pussy all the more excited for what was to come.
After dinner we ordered one more round of drinks and before they were delivered, I suggested that James should get my napkin that fallen from my lap. He looked under the tablecloth and realized it was on the other side of my legs. He moved below the tabletop and as he did my legs naturally spread.
Suddenly he had an unobstructed view up over the tops of my stockings right into my bald cunt. He was getting wafts of sex smells too I am sure, as I was more than moist from his touching and Andrea's knowing eyes. Soon my son was licking my clit and fingering my hot wet hole at the same time.
I sat and appeared to be mesmerized by the rain.
Andrea returned with our drinks and boldly asked, "where is your son?"
I broke my stare with the rain with a soft moan that I hadn't planned on murmuring and she smiled as I spoke, "oh he is taking care of some business at the moment, getting ready for the next part of our time out with each other tonight." I know James could hear all of this if he was paying attention.
She sat down at the corner of the booth and started a conversation with me, "he's a wonderful looking young man," she said, "he reminds me a lot of my younger brother at home. My parents had one of those "uh-oh" babies 13 years after I was born, he's now 18 and in some ways he's a brat of a brother but in other ways he's more like a close friend."
I smiled knowingly and touched her arm near her breast, "I fully understand what you mean Andrea, that closeness is important to a strong family, it has been something we've maintained as well, even as James has gone off to college," I found myself explaining to her.
Andrea looked down at my hand and smiled looking up into my eyes, "its been a fun time with him growing up that is for sure, are you feeling well ma'am you are suddenly a bit flushed?"
I squirmed as I was trying to suppress one of my orgasms, something that James knows I have a difficult time doing. He loves that Mom is very vocal in my sex and masturbation activities.
I tried to smile at Andrea, "well hon I'm thinking of our fun later and maybe that is causing me to blush. You see normally we spend time walking in a nearby park after we eat, but the rain tonight will curtail that and is causing me to consider other plans."
She giggled and left our table and James resurfaced. He was smiling a very wet smile he loves that I often squirt when I cum.
"James she was well aware of where you were and what you were doing, seems she was signaling this horny Mom that her relationship with her brother is extremely close as well, she's been watching you fondle my tits all night from near the kitchen door where you couldn't see her," I related to James.
Now he was blushing and suddenly seemed ready to leave.
