My Mom's Fuzzy Heart by cmsix

Chapter 1

My father was an asshole, but a rich one. He was nineteen when he got to my mom who was just fourteen at the time. He must have been a dumb asshole too because he knocked her up.

His father was really the rich one and he tried to sweep it under the rug but mom's father was a lawyer, a good one, end of story. It was a church wedding and a hell of a prenup or jail for my proud papa.

My mother wised up by the time I arrived and dumped him, taking advantage of the prearranged settlement and child support. My asshole father wasn't even finished with college and already owed fifteen hundred a month for child support and had a nice mortgage to take care of too.

My mom finished high school and then spent five years at Georgia Tech. She became a teacher, all level certified and a reading specialist. She took a job in the Atlanta system at the elementary level and we lived happily ever after in our cozy little three-bedroom brick home, in an older neighborhood with folks that were not as nosey as you might expectl. Her early experience with men or a man left her reluctant to have any more to do with them.

My father figure while growing up was her father, his parents saw me every once in a while and sent cards and gifts at the approiate times but we were never close. I never saw my father at all; he paid his child support and that was mostly it. It wasn't bad for me though; Mom had plenty of time for me and Gramps and Granny just ate me up.

Gramps taught me about sports, hunting, fishing and to have confidence in myself. When I turned thirteen, he even gave me "the talk" and I'm pretty sure that he gave me a lot more information than most kids got. He said that yanking my own crank was normal and he explained where babies came from, and how they got up in there in the first place.

Gramps was very careful to explain the use of condoms and tell me never to have anything to do with any girl that was younger than I was; until that age got to be past the age of consent.

"Don't get me wrong, Jacob, it isn't that we aren't thrilled to have you around, but it was very hard on Holly to have you so young. She has been an outstanding mother in my estimation but I know that she has paid dearly," Gramps told me.

He even got me a subscription to Penthouse but he told me not to even dream that any of the stories in it were anything but fiction.

So here I am, just turned fourteen and as horny as a young billygoat. Every female I see gives me a boner, from my granny down to the twelve year olds in the lower grades in school. If it even has the slightest beginnings of tits I fantasize about fucking it. Even my mom and her younger sister, aunt Jenny, can raise wood in seconds.

Mom is a little doll, five feet four and one hundred pounds of sexy curves. She has C cup breasts (of course I lookd through her underwear), dark auburn hair and a tiny waist. Her cute round little ass doesn't have a bit of flab on it and her legs are beautiful.

We spend almost all our time together, except for when we're both at school, me attending and she teaching. She takes me to school in the morning and picks me up after; we're each other's best friend and neither of us has much in the way of other friends. She doesn't date and until now, I haven't been old enough to really go out with girls.

Gramps pulled some kind of shenanigan to get me a drivers license when I turned fourteen, and he made Mom believe it was kosher. He told me to be damned sure I didn't get a ticket and to call him if I did, without saying a word more than I had to.

He bought me a car too, a Mustang 5.0, telling me that just because it would do a hundered didn't mean I had to try it.

I'm trying to get up the nerve to try dating soon; dream on, I'm so shy I can't ever even remember talking to any girls and I doubt I'll be able to any time soon.

"Jacob, now that Dad's helped you get a license, and a car, do you want to start driving to school on your own?" Mom asked me, as she was driving us home from school the day after I'd gotten the car.

"Not really, Mom, why?" I asked.

"Oh, I just thought you might feel embarrassed to be driven by your mother, now that you're growing up."

"I'm not embarrassed," I said.

"I was thinking you might want to drive yourself, or that you might have a girlfriend or some friends you might want to ferry to school," she said.

"Mom, how would I have a girlfriend without you knowing it? In the first place, I get tongue tied anytime I talk to any girl; I even get flustered talking to Jenni Evans, from next door, and she's only eight," I said, whining.

It was true. Mom, Aunt Jenny and Granny were the only females I seemed to be able to converse with at all, and Aunt Jenny could get me stammering if she wasn't careful.

"Well I just thought I'd ask," she said.

"You sure, you were just asking, you don't have a boyfriend in the wings do you? I'll bet you're trying to get rid of me so you can have a little free time of your own," I said, teasing her.

"Jacob, you know that isn't true," she said.

"Gotcha Mom, besides if I did want to drive some chick to school, where would I find one that even comes close to you," I asked.

"What do you mean?"

"I just mean that I could never find a girl to drive to school that is as pretty as you, there just aren't any," I said.

"Well thanks, Jacob, I think, but I'm just your mom, not a girlfriend."

"Oh God Mom, and here all this time I thought you were saving yourself until I was old enough to ask you out," I said, teasing again.

"You little shit, if you'd flirt with girls your age like you flirt with me, you'd have two or three at least to chauffer around," she said.

"Well, if any of the girls my age were even half as pretty as you, I might try harder."

"You can keep that up as long as you want, it's not true that flattery will get you nowhere, flattery can get you lots of places."

"I'll tell you what, to save me from all this perceived embarrassment you're worried about; how about I drive you to and from school, I'll look like a big boy driving and all and I'll still get to ride to school with a gorgeous redhead every day."

"Jacob quit that, you'll make my head swell, but I might enjoy arriving where all the old biddies that I teach with could see me, getting out of the car of some handsome young stud. That would give them something to wag their tongues about, but then, behind my back, they'd all be saying I was robbing the cradle. They probably wouldn't know you were my son."

"That's even better; let's shake them up tomorrow." I said.

"It sounds like a little harmless fun, why not?"

We did it the next day, I drove Mom to her school in the four-year-old Mustang that Gramps bought me. When we got there I parked right near the front entrance and got out to open the door for her. When she got out, she hugged my neck and gave me a peck on the cheek, then went into the school.

Picking her up that afternoon revealed another plus in this new arrangement, as I held the door open for her as she got in, she inadvertently gave me just the tiniest panty shot.

I felt really strange over this and about the way my boner jumped up over the peek. I had never seriously considered my mom sexually before that flash, and as a matter of fact, it was really my first flash of her panties. It seems funny to me now that I think about it but I'd never had any peeks at her before.

Mom had never seemed particularly modest to me, but then again, I'd never really thought about it and since both our bedrooms had adjoining baths, accidental exposure had almost no chance to occur. Neither of us would even consider walking into the other's bedroom without knocking and being told to come in.

It simply hadn't come up. I'd seen her in swimwear or lounging around the house in her short robe or a long T-shirt, her normal sleepwear. I knew she was very attractive, but Mom as a potential sex partner, or an object of my everpresent lust, wasn't a possibility that I'd really considered.

That panty shot changed things in my mind and in the walk from her door around to mine, it dawned on me, not only was my mom beautiful, she was also devilishly sexy.

I realized that just behind those tiny panties she had just given me a flash of, right up there between her pretty legs, was a pussy, a real pussy. It was probably a pretty pussy and it was just going to waste. In all likelihood, I was the last living thing that had been in it, unless it was her own fingers. There is nothing like a little peek at the beaver to put things into perspective.

What a concept! At fourteen I'd been frantically trying to figure out how to get some pussy for at least ten months; trying to make myself talk to a girl, any girl who had pussy and who might be connived into sharing some. Conversation with Mom, on the way home that day, wasn't top priority. My mind was elsewhere, it was right between her legs, though I'm pretty sure she didn't notice.

Incest? Incest schmincest, incest didn't mean shit to me while my dick was hard, my boner didn't care about incest so why should I? Having babies with her wasn't on my mind, bumping  her fuzz was where my thoughts were. Incest wasn't something that complicated my thinking.

Of course I knew about the incest taboo, the trouble was that taboos don't really amount to much to boys of fourteen. Guys my age naturally tended to look for ways to get around rules and regulations, and right to doing whatever might be fun, but not allowed.

Another thing that kept the incest taboo from having much weight in my scheme of things was the fact that it had never been mentioned by anyone that was important to me. When Gramps gave me the talk, it didn't come up. I would never have even heard about it except for other snickering boys my age, explaining to me why the curse motherfucker, was so nasty. As far as I knew the word incest had never exited my mom's mouth.

Mom's legs got much more of my attention as she exited the car when we got home. Of course I went round to open the door for her, I've got great manners; it also put me in the absolute best place for panty viewing.

Sure enough, another little panty shot was my reward; up boner. I still didn't have time to get a view that could be imprinted on my panty memory bank, but any panty shot at all is worth the effort when you're fourteen. I went to my room while Mom changed and then she started fixing us some dinner.

My new attitude toward my mom gave me a lot to think about and I didn't even know where to start. My wanting to hose her was already decided; that was a no-brainer. I spent the time until she called me to dinner on wondering why I hadn't thought about her sexually before.

The food was on the table when I got there and we talked a little as we ate, but not about anything specific. After we'd finished, I helped her clear the dishes and I cleaned the table as she was loading the dishwasher. This was not normal for me since usually I headed for the TV after a meal, leaving her the job of cleaning up.

She thanked me for the help and then asked what brought it on.

"Well Mom, it dawned on me that I've been doing my best girl wrong, by eating and leaving the whole mess for her. Helping you clean up, a little bit anyway, is probably a much more attentive way to treat you," I said.

"You goofball, your best girl huh," she said, and laughed a little.

"Sure, after all, I'm taking you to school and bringing you back every day now, so I guess we're practically going steady," I said, giving her a big grin.

"Going steady, it's the first I've heard of it. You think we're going steady just because I rode to school with you one day?

"Why, you haven't even taken me out yet; no movies, no restaurant, you've never even hung out at the mall with me. It takes more than helping with the dishes to make a steady boyfriend buster, even Holly Felton isn't that easy," she said, giving me a smile and then a wink.

I'd been teasing her, but it flashed on me that this might be a good approach. I could just try to start dating her, just as if I were dating a girl my own age. I'd never had a date because I was too shy to talk to any girls but I wasn't shy when I talked to her, I talked to her and flirted with her and teased her all the time.

Mom was already pregnant when she turned fifteen, and she was a divorced single mother before sixteen. She probably hadn't even been out on that many dates and as far as I knew, she hadn't been on any since I came.

She'd probably enjoy going out a little, even with me; though if she got any hint of my plans for her pussy, she probably wouldn't go like a lamb to the slaughter. It was my first inclination of a way to my goal, but it the plan now, and it was about to get underway.

"I'm sorry, Holly, I didn't mean to be presumptuous," I said, teasing her again.

"Well I'll let it slide this time but try to have a little respect from now on," She said, giggling.

"The kitchen's all clean now, so I'm going to go take a shower and get ready for bed. I think I'll watch a little TV later, want to join me?" she asked.

"In the shower?" I asked, and made sure to give my biggest grin.

"Jacob, you're really trying to get a lot of mileage out of one ride to school. No, not for the shower, just TV," she said, but she wasn't mad or anything.

"Gotcha again Mom, but I'll be there when you get to the sofa. I can't leave my best girl all alone tonight, I'll be in the living room and I'll see if there's anything good on," I said.

She headed for her bedroom and after she closed the door I went to mine. Picking up the phone that used the same line my modem did, I called our regular number. She would probably wonder why I didn't answer, but I knew she'd pick it up when she figured I wasn't going to, and after four rings, she did.

"Hello," she said.

"Is Holly in?" I asked, trying to lower my voice so I'd sound older.

"This is Holly Felton, who's speaking?" she asked, apparently the voice trick worked.

"Holly, this is Jacob Felton, would you go to the movies with me Friday night?" I asked, switching back to my normal voice.

"Oh Jacob, I'd love to," she said, suppressing a giggle.

"Great, will seven o'clock be all right?"

"Seven will be fine, Jacob, I'll see you then," she said.

"Okay Holly, goodbye until then."

She was probably laughing by now so I just hung up. I knew that I needed to do a little more planning, but even though this dating scheme was a spur of the moment idea on my part, it seemed to be feeling more and more like it might actually work. After her first moment of confusion on the phone call, Mom had played right along.

Stripping down to my briefs and putting on some sweat pants and a tight T-shirt had me ready to go right back to the kitchen. Mom would probably want a glass or two of wine when she came out, so I got a wine glass down and poured her some from the opened bottle in the fridge.

Carrying it to the living room and putting it on the end table, by her usual TV watching spot finished my preparations. I'd set the scene for an evening of, up close and personal, TV watching with my, hopefully soon-to-be, steady girl.

I switched on the TV and checked the guide channel, finding a good oldie, tear jerking romance movie; starting in about ten minutes. I switched to the channel and it was just starting when she came out.

"You've already got me a glass of wine? Thank you."

"Nothing but the best for my girl, the best of what was already open that is."

She smiled a little, sat down and asked what was on. She seemed a little surprised that I hadn't chosen some action flick, but apparently the movie I'd picked was fine for her.

I refilled her wine glass after about twenty minutes, and again about ten minutes later. She usually had two or three glasses a night. A little more than halfway through the movie, she started getting a little misty eyed over the sad stretch.

I moved over closer to her on the couch and slid my arm over her shoulders, tugging her toward me a little. She leaned her head against my shoulder, only sniffing a tiny bit. The movie lightened up later and everyone lived happily ever after at the end. By then it was time for bed so I put her wine glass in the sink and we said goodnight.

This had been mostly like every weeknight we spent except for me serving the wine and picking a romantic movie. Hugging her during the movie wasn't an every night thing either, but it seemed to be well received at the time. I was pretty sure that she didn't smell a rat, or a hard on, and that she was clueless about my designs on her body. It gave me a little confidence that this approach might just work, if I took it slowly enough.

The next day was Friday and when I woke up, I was thinking about our 'date' tonight almost right away. I drove us to school again, but her skirt today was just a little bit longer, so I didn't get a panty shot, neither morning nor afternoon. When we got home she fixed us a light supper of sandwiches and chips.

"I've got a date tonight, so I don't want to eat too much now, I'm hoping Jacob will take me out for something after the movie," she said.

"I'm sure he will, he'll want to keep you with him as long as he can," I told her.

When we'd finished eating, I told her I'd clean up, so she could get ready for her date. After I finished in the kitchen I went to my room to shit, shower and act like I needed to shave. Dockers and a pullover shirt completed my attire and just before seven, I let myself out the front door. I rang the bell at seven on the dot and Mom opened it after a minute.

"Hi Holly, you look great, are you ready?" I asked.

"Thank you Jacob, just let me get my purse."

She got it and we headed for my car. Her skirt was much shorter tonight than this morning, and I was glad the sun wasn't down yet, so there'd be plenty of light for what I hoped would be the best panty shot yet. There was and it was since her skirt was a little tighter than before and it had to ride up for her to get her legs in.

I definitely got a long look, plenty to burn into the panty shot memory banks. Her panties were a very pale pink, they were very sheer and I could detect the light curls of her pubes through them. Either she trimmed and thinned her pubes or they were very sparse but I must have concentrated too long on the view.

"Jacob, are you peeking at me?" she screeched, in her mom voice.

"Well sure Holly, why do you think boys always open the car door for their girls? It's because they might get a good peek, besides how did you know I was peeking if you didn't look at my eyes to see where I was looking? You knew I'd look, admit it.

"My grandfather told me not to worry about looking, he said that a woman or girl always knows exactly how much of herself her clothes are showing, down to the last square centimeter. He told me that if it was visible, and I wanted to see it, I should just look. He did tell me I probably shouldn't be blatant about it," I told her, using Gramp's guidance to try nipping the mom voice in the bud.

"Well maybe you're at least partially right, I guess I'll just have to be more careful with my skirt. What are we going to see tonight?" she asked.

I named the latest big romantic tear jerker, I'd heard it was really sad at the end, but a good movie. She sounded happy about it, so off we went.

We sat close to the back; I wasn't planning on making a move on my mother in the theater, but it would be good practice for me anyway.

When the movie started I held her hand and she leaned against me just like a real date. It got a tiny bit racy about halfway through, and releasing her hand, I put my arm around her, hugging her a little closer.

I wondered who was chasing who when she put her hand on my thigh and started stroking up and down the inside of it just a little. She never even came near my dick, you understand, but just the thought had me harder than a rock. Every stroke up and down my leg made me want to shiver. Of course she was sniffling and misty eyed after the movie, since they did not live happily ever after.

We went out to the car, which I had parked right under a light tower and you know why. I got another good shot and it seemed to linger just a little longer than necessary too. No complaints about where I was looking this time either.

"Would you like to get a bite to eat, Holly?" I asked.

"I think I would, Jacob, that would be nice."

We went to a little diner and got burgers and fries, and afterwards, I drove us home. I walked her to the door and told her I'd had a really nice time.

"I did too, Jacob."

"Holly, would you like to go out again tomorrow night, I thought we might go to a nice restaurant and then try a little dancing. I'll have to warn you now though, I'm not much of a dancer."

"Oh that sounds wonderful, Jacob. I'd love to go," she said, and really did sound a little excited.

"Same time then?" I asked.

"Same time."

"Goodnight Holly, see you tomorrow at seven," I said, giving her a light kiss on the cheek.

I turned around and headed toward my car as she went into the house. After about five minutes, it was my turn to enter. Mom must have been in her room so I went into mine and changed into sweat pants and a T-shirt, then I went to the kitchen to pour Mom a glass of wine. When she came out and sat in her usual spot, I sat right beside her on the sofa.

"How was your date?" I asked.

"It was just wonderful, Jacob was so nice, and we saw a good movie."

"Uh Mom, could you help me out a little with something?" I asked.

"I hope I can, what is it?"

"Well, I've got a date tomorrow night, to take my special girl out to dinner and dancing. Dancing isn't one of my strong suits and I was wondering if we could put on a little music and dance, so you can show me something about it?" I asked.

"I think that would be fun, why don't you get me another glass of wine and then pick out some music. What kind of dancing do you intend to do?" she asked.

"Being a complete novice, I figured I'd just concentrate on slow dancing, it seems like it would be easier to me," I explained, filling her wine glass.

"It is easier, and usually, much more romantic," she said.

"That sure couldn't hurt," I said

I picked out a CD, put it on and when I asked Mom to dance, she stood up and then slipped off her robe, to dance with me in her long T-shirt. It was what she usually slept in and I assumed she had panties on under it, but I knew she never slept in a bra.

We started with one of her hands in mine and our other arms around each other, but we were close enough that I could feel her breasts against my chest. After about three dances and a few little suggestions from Mom, I asked her if she wanted to sit out a couple of songs and have another glass of wine.

"You're not trying to get your old mom drunk, are you?" she asked.

"Well it couldn't hurt could it? You know the old saying, candy is dandy but liquor is..."

"Quicker," She finished. "Though I doubt one more glass is going to do it for you," she said, teasing.

"I'll just get the wine."

I brought her a refill and we talked a little as she sipped it. Later, when I asked if she was ready to try again, she agreed.

We started like last time, but after one dance, I released the hand I was holding and put both of my arms around her. She put hers around my neck, and as I pulled her closer, she laid her head on my shoulder. Of course my boner was up, and I pulled her close enough so she felt it, but we didn't mention it.

I couldn't have made my dick go down for anything, after all, I was slow dancing closely with my beautiful sexy mother. At the most, she was wearing only a long T-shirt and a pair of panties. I didn't dare imagine that she wasn't wearing panties under the T-shirt, thoughts like that would have made me blow a load in my sweats.

There was no telling how much more of this I could take anyway, we were pressed together pretty closely and there were two fat round titties mashed into my chest. I imagined that her erect nipples were pressing into me and the underside of my hard dick was rubbing excitingly against her sexy abdomen while her sweet sexy thighs kept rubbing first one way and then the other over and across mine.

Twice, I was on the verge of dropping my hands to cup her cute round ass. I could tell that she was enjoying our dancing and she seemed relaxed and content. I doubted she would complain in the least if I gave her ass a little squeezing but a move like that would surely cause me to go off, especially if my hands happened to discover that she wasn't wearing any panties. I couldn't take the risk of that kind of embarassing faux paux, so after a couple more dances, we called it a night and headed for our separate beds.

The next morning after breakfast, Mom said she was going to do a little shopping, maybe get something new to wear for her date tonight. I asked her if she wanted me to drive her and hang out at the mall with her awhile, but she said I'd just get bored and that she didn't want anyone to see what she was going to wear tonight.

I hung out at home. She got back around four and we joked around for a few minutes then she said she had to get ready for her date and disappeared into her room.

I watched the tube for about an hour and then went to get ready myself. At ten to seven I went out the door and waited until seven to ring the bell.

Mom opened the door.

"Hi Jacob."

"Hi Holly. God Almighty, you look great!" I said, nearly stuttering at first.

She had picked up a little something at the mall all right. It was a dark red dress, low cut and showing off plenty of inviting cleavage. It was also tight and short, only about halfway to her knees. She had on four-inch heels and charcoal gray stockings. Her hair seemed to glow and her makeup was perfect. She looked as hot as any woman I'd ever even heard of and I just hoped I wasn't drooling.

"Thank you, Jacob, I wanted to look my best for our date," she said, smiling shyly.

"You sure pulled it off, in grand style," I said.

I took her hand and we went to the car. I opened the door and held it for her of course and was rewarded with best shot yet as she got in. She didn't have a choice with a dress that tight and short. Her panties were just the lightest pink and they were so sheer that I'm sure I could have counted her individual pubes if I'd had time. I was surprised to see that her bush seemed to be trimmed into a heart shape and the view gave me an immediate updick from below.

Getting in, I saw that she hadn't bothered to pull her skirt down and that her legs were not completely together. For a minute it flashed into my mind to wonder just who was trying to seduce whom. I blew that off though and thought Mom might just be trying to have a good time. She probably enjoyed getting to dress up and go out for a change, especially with someone she considered safe.

"Where are we going tonight, Jacob?" she asked.

"I thought we'd go to Jefferson's, if that's ok with you," I said.

"That's fine, I've heard it's very nice."

"I hope so."

Jefferson's was a restaurant and club that was really geared mostly toward older married couples. I'd heard they served really good food and that they had a nice sized dance floor and a house band on Friday and Saturday nights. I'd called ahead to make sure that underage children (me) were allowed in the club area where the dance floor was. They'd told me it was fine as long as a parent accompanied them.

When we arrived, I went around to get mom and I got another good look at her fuzzy heart as she got out. I saw her glance at my eyes as I was enjoying the view but she didn't mention it. She did smile and get a bright blush in her cheeks though. I put my arm around her waist as we headed to the entrance, I don't mind saying that I felt proud.

I'd made reservations and we were right on time. Jefferson's was right on time also and we were taken directly to our table, which was near the dance floor. When the waiter arrived we ordered, with Mom asking for a glass of wine.

The meal was good and Mom had another glass of wine while I had coffee. We were just waiting for the band to crank up and when they did, we got out on the dance floor right away. We weren't alone out there long as the place was fairly crowded.

The band was good and we danced three songs and then sat down when a faster number was played. We went back to our table and mom ordered another glass of wine when the waiter came by.

The band played four of the faster songs and then went back to the slower ones. This let us get back on the dance floor. We hadn't danced all that closely on our first trip but this time I put both arms around her and she just seemed to melt against me, with her head on my shoulder. I really wanted to ease my hands down onto her spectacular ass, but I thought the lights were just a little too bright to try to get away with that in here.

I did have a boner though and Mom didn't seem at all shy about pressing right up against it. I barely noticed that though, since her fat round breasts were firmly pressed to my chest. They commandeered most of my attention.

The band played five slow songs and then went back to something faster. We went back to our table to sit them out and it was more coffee for me while Mom had another glass of wine. She seemed to be beginning to really enjoy herself.

"Jacob, I'm just having so much fun; I've really never been to a place like this," she said, smiling widely and her eyes sparkling.

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, I haven't been to a place like this before either and I feel proud to have a girl as pretty as you to bring with me," I told her.

I realized that I had been right in speculating that Mom had never really dated much. She had never even been to a dinner and dancing club before. She had gone to college and all but she'd had me to take care of at the time and I guess she'd just never gone out at all after I came.

"You make me feel so special, Jacob, I'm happy to be here with you too."

I felt like I'd been laying it on a little thick, even for me, so I tried to steer us to small talk and it went pretty well considering the situation. What kind of small talk are you supposed to make with your mother, while you're trying to set her up to get into her panties? The band finished the fast songs and took a break. Mom had to visit the powder room so I went to drain my lizard too.

I got back before she did, of course, and when she returned we chatted some more until the band came back onstage. I felt a smile on my face when they started up again since I noticed the lights had been dimmed further.

I led her back onto the floor and started out holding her closely with her head on my shoulder. I knew better than to get too blatant, even in the dark. After all, I was just a kid with an older woman and I sure didn't want to get any grumbling going, in case some busybody complained.

I did think I might get away with rubbing on Mom's ass a little though, especially when the floor got crowded. I danced us toward the middle of the floor, so if anyone did notice, it would have to be someone dancing pretty near us. We were shielded from bystander's eyes by the other couple's bodies.

They dimmed the lights even a little lower at the start of the second song and I decided to just do it. I tried to be casual as I eased my hands down onto the top of Mom's buns. She hugged my neck a little tighter and let out a little sigh and then she gave the tiniest little start.

"Jacob, you're being just a little naughty," she said, whispering in my ear but not really complaining.

"Look around, Holly, all the rest of the dancers are doing it," I whispered back.

"I guess they are," she said, after sneaking a look around.

I guess that satisfied her that everything was fine since she gave me another little squeeze around the neck and then raised her head a little to kiss me on the cheek. She didn't say any more about it, so I just rubbed around on the top of her ass a little until the end of the song.

I dropped my palms to get a good squeeze on her cheeks as the song ended and I pressed her to me for a second. Another slow one started and I pulled my hands back up a little. We finished this song and went back to the table as a faster one started.

We had just sat down when a guy about fifty years old came over and asked Mom to dance. She declined and he just looked at her a minute with a frown on his face.

"Come on, sweet cheeks, why don't you dance with a grown man for a change?" he asked.

Mom looked a little frightened and I could tell she didn't know what to do. I knew it was my place to take care of this anyway.

The guy was about five eleven and weighed probably two twenty five. It was apparent that most of it was in his pot belly since he had a large one. I was pretty surprised that something like this would happen in Jefferson's, since it was supposed to be a respectable place.