Taking Mom to the Movies

[neerathemall]

Suddenly my mother's high tolerance for alcohol wasn't so high anymore. She was slowly becoming inebriated, even though she hadn't had a drink for a while. It was slowly kicking in for whatever reason and it was happening while she was sitting next to me during a movie.
I heard her clothes ruffling as she slid her panties to the side and touched herself. I couldn't help myself and I took a few glances at my mother's hand masturbating in the dark theater. It was so hard to look away. Her legs looked amazing. Her breaths became heavier.
"Mom, are you really doing this right now?" I asked with concern.
"It's harmless."
I continued watching her casually touch herself. Her hand continued moving while her eyes remained focused on the movie screen.
"We're in a public place," I whispered. "Aren't you afraid of getting caught?"
"If I was afraid, I wouldn't be doing this. Aren't you also aroused?"
"I'm not."
She reached over and grabbed my crotch again. This time, I was only partially aroused. She gave it a hard squeeze and then let go. I immediately felt embarrassed again.
"You feel pretty aroused to me," she replied playfully. "It feels like you need relief."
"I'll be fine."
My mother had always been a blunt and outspoken woman, but this was ridiculous.
She turned to look at me. "So, do you intend on handling that thing later?"
"None of your business. Jeez, mom, you're drunk."
"I'm not drunk. I'm thinking perfectly clear. You're a young healthy man. There's no need to keep yourself pent up. It's not healthy."
"I'm fine."
She moved her mouth towards my ear. "It's been a very long time since I've touched a man's penis. What do you say? Are you interested?"