A Night Out With the Hughes
"Woo Hoo! It's a girl. Time to pay the piper, buddy." Diana pranced around waving her fists.
Matt pulled off his shirt and tossed it onto the couch. He started to unbuckle his belt as he watched his dancing mother.
"You're not too excited about this are you?"
"Hey, at the rate we were going I was expecting fights between delivery boys over who would get to knock on the door."
"Oh, please; three times - that's it."
"Sure but the last time I ended up totally nude!"
"You're the one who told me about the towel incident!"
Matt finished pulling the second pant leg off and stood before his mother in just his boxers.
Diana looked down at his boxers, her lower lip coming out in a pout.
"Where's my little friend?"
"Oh, like calling it 'little' helps."
"Here, let me help."
Diana turned around, flipped the back of the white dress shirt over her ass and backed into her son grinding her ass into him.
"Wiggle, wiggle."
"Augh. You are so cruel!"
"Cruel, but effective." Diana turned and reached out to pat the tent that was now in front of Matt's boxers.
She reached up to put her hands on his shoulders and spun him around pushing him toward the door as the bell rang.
"Go make the poor girl's day."
Matt opened the door.
"Ah, hi."
"Well hello there."
Diana pressed her back into the back of the door out of sight, fighting to stifle her laughter as she looked over at the side view of her son.
"Ah how much do I own you?"
"You're not the first boxer greeter so don't think you're getting this for free mister."
"Oh no, no. I plan to pay. How much."
"Twenty-three dollars and fifty-eight cents."
A grinning Diana reached over to Matt's discarded jeans and pulled out his wallet and counted out twenty-eight dollars.
Matt stepped back holding the bag in one hand and held out his hand as Diana reached from behind the door to put the money in his hand. Diana waited until Matt stretched his hand out to give the girl the money then Diana quickly reached out and pulled his boxers down to his knees.
She heard the giggle of the girl and Matt's "Shit!" at the same time.
Matt hobbled back dropping the bag, grabbing his boxers and shutting the door mumbling a "sorry" to the laughing girl.
He lost his balance and fell, boxers still only around his thighs.
"You are so dead!" He roared.
Diana squealed and took off down the hall toward the kitchen.
By the time Matt got to the kitchen Diana had the table between them.
"Now if you kill me, nobody goes to Jamaica."
Matt looked at both sides of the table figuring his best attack.
"Justifiable homicide!"
As Matt went one way Diana started for the other. They glared at each other from opposite ends of the table both resting on the balls of their feet bobbing and weaving looking for a fast jump on the other.
"Come on. It would be just like with the coyote and the road runner. You wouldn't know what to do with me if you caught me."
"The coyote had plans, mom. And believe me, so do I"
"I see my little friend is waving hello"
As Matt looked down to see his penis sticking out from the opening in his boxers Diana yelled "Yes!" and took off toward her bedroom. She had the door locked before Matt got to it.
"Just how long do you plan to stay in there?" Matt yelled at the closed door before him.
"Until the negotiations are complete."
"What negotiations?"
"The ones that are going to get me out of trouble."
"Oh, good luck with that!"
"Hey I've bared just as much three times now. It's only fair."
"You looked hot; I looked like a stupid ass."
"I bet that girl would beg to differ."
"Why don't you come out and go ask her?"
"Not while there's a deranged killer on the other side of this door buster."
"As well as the food."
"That's fine; I'm still trying to lose weight for Jamaica. Come on, admit it. You were pretty excited. My little friend told me so."
"Now who is not scoring any points here? You got yourself in a pretty deep hole this time lady.
"Come on why can't you admit it; that was so hot. I bet you're still hard"
"So what? That was a dirty trick you pulled."
There was a long pause on both sides of the door.
"I promise to make it up to you."
"How?"
"Trust me."
"Hah! No way!"
"Seriously, I offer truce." Diana opened the door slightly and waved the white shirt like a flag through the opening.
"This had better be good."
She opened the door completely and looked at Matt.
"See; you are still hard."
"Don't change the subject; how are you getting out of this one?"
"Come in and sit on my bed."
Matt came in and sat down while he suspiciously watched his mom go to her dresser.
"Now remember the rules." She said as she reached in a drawer and pulled out a pair of pale green panties and slipped them on.
"I like how the 'no touching' rule doesn't seem to apply to you with regards to my boxers."
He stared at her baffled as she walked over to him. She smirked at him, turned and sat in his lap grinding her ass into his groin. She rolled her pelvis forward and back as she reached behind, took his hands and placed them on her hips.
"The hips are a safe spot for touching," she said grinding. She pushed into him as hard as she could.
"Oh my God," Matt breathed.
She could feel his hard member through his and her underwear. She placed her hands on her knees and continued to grind. "Wiggle, wiggle," she purred.
When she heard his breath getting ragged she pushed up and with her hands slipped her panties off and sat back to grind her naked ass into Matt.
"Christ!"
She felt the quakes as his body jerked and jerked his penis throbbing and pulsing between them. When he had finished she leaned back into his body and looked up at him.
"Now that was strictly because it was a dirty trick I pulled. Don't expect this again buster."
Matt could only nod and enjoy the feel of his mother's body pressed into his.
She could feel the area of his cloth boxers getting wetter as she sat on his lap.
She jumped up "Alright, hopefully Mr. Stumble Bunny didn't ruin dinner when you dropped it because I'm hungry."
"Hey, don't blame me; I was kind of distracted."
Soon the two stood over the dripping, smushed bag on the living room floor.
"Crap, I'm not eating that" Matt said.
"Tell you what; go shower and change while I clean this up, and then you can take me out to the dinner; you still owe me for the button less delivery boy flash."
An hour later and the two were seated at a table waiting for their waitress.
"Well, hello, boxer boy; and you must be the wandering hands" spoke the familiar voice from the waitress as she looked at Matt and Diana.
Matt spluttered while Diana laughed. "Waitressing and delivery; you are a busy girl."
"Apparently, not as busy as you guys. What did you do? Work up such an appetite the take out wasn't enough?
"No, twinkle toes here crushed the bag." Diana responded.
Matt was turning redder and redder.
"So what would you like for drinks?"
"I'd like a red wine and speechless here will have iced tea, right?"
Matt just nodded his head.
After the girl left to get their drinks, Diana looked at Matt, "Okay, whatever you do, don't call me 'mom.' Tonight, I'm Diana or Di to you; got it?"
"Why on Earth did we ever come to the same place we ordered from?" Matt wondered.
"Oh, I don't know, this could prove a lot of fun. Here, I'm going to use the powder room; I'll be right back." Diana got up and passed the girl as she was bringing the drinks. Matt turned redder and redder as he felt the girl's appraising eyes going up and down him.
A minute after she left Diana walked back to the table dropping a cloth on the table next to Matt as she walked by and sat down.
