Chapter 4: My Mom and Rick in a Mall Restroom

Promptly at 1:00 the front doorbell rang which marked a first for Rick who was never on time. My mom answered it and pretended to be surprised when Rick was standing there, holding a bouquet of roses for my mom.

“Happy birthday Aunt Mary,” he said politely, handing her the roses like a perfect gentleman.

“Um Rick, I think for today you should just call me Mary, what do you say?” she corrected him.

“OK Aunt ... I mean Mary,” he stuttered. It was funny - he actually seemed nervous. Here he’d been fucking mom for what seemed like ages and now suddenly he was acting like a freshman on his first date.

“Well, I guess we should be going,” mom said, handing the roses to my dad for safe keeping. “Oh, you don’t mind if Kelly tags along, do you?

Rick took one look at me in my slutty clothes and grinned, “Not at all! Will she...?”

“No, I won’t,” I cut him off, knowing where he was going and not even wanting the question asked. “Just going with to play lookout, decoy and photographer.”

Rick shrugged as if it was perfectly normal and turned back to my mom. Holding out his arm like a gentleman, I had them pose like they were hiding to their prom. Then he led my mom out to his waiting car with me following a few steps behind. Looking ahead of me, I had to give my mom credit - she was playing this to the hilt. She’d picked out a short black skirt (not nearly as short as mine but what most women would say was quite “inappropriate” for a woman her age) and a floral peasant blouse that covered her full bosom but would provide easy access later when it counted. Her black heels were higher than any I’d seen her wear in ages and her hair looked remarkable, even more so given the way I knew it looked just a couple of hours before. I had no idea yet what was under the skirt, but I had little doubt I’d be seeing for myself sooner than later.

Rick held the passenger door of his car open for her as she climbed in, not bothering to hold her skirt down I noticed. I thought for a moment I’d be seeing what was under the skirt but it heroically worked to cover her ass somehow, although her long bare legs were on full display. God, it was hard to believe she was my own mother!

We’d planned on them going to a mall past the airport as it almost an hour from our house to minimize any risk of someone we knew seeing us. The drive over was rather uneventful although I noticed my mom had her hand resting on Rick’s crotch the entire way. I was half expecting her to lean over the center console and suck him off at some point but she managed to contain herself and hold off until we got to the mall. God, she had a lot more willpower than I would ever! The parking lot was crammed for some reason and then I noticed the signs announcing some large mall-wide clearance sale. Hmmm, that was good and bad. Good in that there would be a lot of people to watch them, bad from the standpoint it would be more difficult to find a public place that wasn’t already occupied.

No sooner had my mom stepped out of the car and started walking towards the mall, holding with her nephew’s hand as if they were on a date (which technically they were), than the “looks” started. Which “look” they got depended on the source. From most of the guys, it was like a lamb being paraded past a pack of wolves. Everyone one of them must have been thinking the same thing, “What a cougar!” From the mothers and wives, just say that if looks could kill, my mom would be dead umpteen times over! For them, I imagine the most common thought was, “What a slut!” Interestingly either one would have turned my mom on I was sure.

The door we entered led to the Food Court and we decided a little lunch would be the best way to start. My cousin looked like he was about to make a suggestion for her to eat something NOT on an of the kiosk menus but then he thought better about it under the circumstances. Well, well, maybe turning nineteen had finally instilled some common sense into him! Instead we picked a sandwich for Rick and some salads for me and my mom and finally found a place to sit amongst the crowd. Between my mother and I, there was a LOT of leg being exposed at our table, something NOT being missed by most of the male population in the area. My pussy tingled as I could only imagine what thoughts were going through their heads - especially the little ones down lower.