Chapter 6: Mom and Rick Get WAY Too Public

I arrived at the dressing rooms just as my mom walked out. Where the heck was Rick? THAT became obvious in a moment as some woman yelled for somebody to get out of the dressing rooms. Rick came hustling out with a shit-eating grin on his face and a voice was calling out “Pervert, I’m calling Security!

My mom just shook her head in semi-disbelief and suggested we all get moving before Security DID make an appearance. Rick still had that ridiculous grin on his face so I couldn’t help but ask him what had happened.

“Your mom thought it would be better not to walk out together so I hung back. No sooner did your mom leave when the door next to ours opened and some woman stuck her head out. Well, that was what started all the commotion you heard.”

Back out in the mall community area, we took a seat on a bench to rest for second and plan our next move.

“Well, what’s the naughtiest thing you’ve ever done with a boy in the mall, Kelly” my mom asked.

As if she didn’t know. My mom knew EVERYTHING about me and with her memory, probably MORE about me in the past.

I thought for a few minutes, trying to determine what I should tell her since it was obvious it was her intent to recreate that event but substituting herself for me. The it hit me, why should she simply repeat what I had done? Why not create her own experiences, as unique as she was?

“I have an idea ... Why don’t you make out with Rick?”

My mom’s mouth momentarily dropped until she quickly regained her composure.

“You mean HERE?” she responded disbelievingly, “Out in front of everyone?”

“Why not? Nobody here knows you.”

My mom may have been a little disconcerted but Rick was obviously not as worried. He put his hand on my mom’s leg, moving it up until his fingers were just under the hem of her skirt. She put her hand over his, not pushing him away but at the same time keeping him from going any further.

“So just what do you think we should do Kelly?”

Actually, I hadn’t thought this through before blurting out my idea. NOW what was I supposed to say? It was a great idea but as they say, the devil is I the details.

“Well, for someone who just turned 41, you’re still pretty hot mom. What do you think people will say if they see you making out with an eighteen year-old boy?”

My mom couldn’t help but smile. “Well, if it was ME, I would say she was robbing the cradle, trying to relive her teenage years, a Britney Spears concert mom.”

“So you don’t want to do it?”

“Well, I never said THAT,” she replied with a naughty grin, “I’m just saying what I would think if I saw a woman my age making out with Rick.”

Standing up from the bench, I look back down at her and grinned.

“Well, I have shopping to do. I’ll leave you two to do ... well, to do whatever it is you want to do.”

Of course I had nothing to shop for, so I just headed over to the other side of the room and found a seat where I could watch them and the people as they came and went. Fortunately my dad’s camera had a great zoom so I was able to some great shots. Looking back across the way, this time it was my turn for my mouth to drop open just a bit. Frankly, I had expected my mom and Rick to maybe steal a kiss and snuggle up tight to one another, but not act like two teens with raging hormones making out in the back seat! My mom had her legs crossed, causing her skirt to ride up again like in the food court and expose her upper thighs - only this time it was like her entire butt was on display. I could only hope that I inherited whatever genes kept her legs looking that trim and sexy twenty years from now! Any “decent” woman her age would’ve pulled her skirt down to cover more of her legs but then a “decent” woman wouldn’t be wearing skirt like hers in the first place. Rick had his arm around her, his hand firmly planted on her bared upper leg, holding on like he was trying to pull her inside of him. His other arm was around her shoulder, his hand holding her upper arm, just an inch or so away from her swelling breasts. Not only was Rick wrapper around my mom like she was some young girlfriend, they were kissing like two lovers reunited after a long separation. Damn, even I didn’t make out like that in a place like this when I was a teenager!

Watching the crowd, it was fascinating to see the widely varying reactions. Of course, there were the older men who tried not to look but you could tell their attention was riveted on the hottest bench in the mall. More than a couple had their wives with them whom when they saw what their husbands were looking at, either smacked them or pulled them away with the most disgusted looks imaginable. The teenage boys were the best, unabashedly staring, undoubtedly wishing they were in Rick’s place. Probably the least affected were the teenage girls who seemed to just ignore what was going on under their noses. Well, for that matter, they seemed to ignore just about everything else too!

No matter how horny my mom might have been, to say the least of Rick, there WERE limits to what they could do without getting tossed out, or maybe even arrested for public indecency. I decided that enough was enough, and that I had better “rescue” them from themselves before something DID go too far. As I walked back towards them, I realized I was none too soon as Rick’s hand started to work its way up my mom’s skirt, obviously getting a feel of her ass.