She smiled a slightly tipsy smile at me and said, "Looks like you need to make an adjustment, son." At this I blushed, but my discomfort overcame my embarrassment and I reached down and straightened out my cock so that it lay against my stomach. "I can tell that you mean it" she said laughingly as she continued to stare at my crotch.Her words made me bolder and I decided to see how far I could push things. "That's true, honey, but I don't have a G-string." she said in a soft, sexy voice.
At this, her face lit up and she said: "I've been to Danny's and watched them dance. "Mom," I said, "You're still beautiful enough to be a dancer." She blushed and gave me a big smile and said: "Thank you, honey, you're sweet." She was slurring her words a bit now.
I can teach you how." She went into the living room, started the CD player, and came back into the kitchen. "Jus' for that I'm gonna give you a great show." The song she had picked was Prince's "Cream." I turned my chair around to face her as she started to dance.
She was wearing her silk pajamas and as her body swayed I could see the outline of her big breasts as they pushed against her top.
As she bent over at the waist in front of me, I looked down the opening of her blouse and saw her tits hanging down.
When I got home late Saturday night, Mom was sitting at the kitchen table. I told her that I had come up with an idea and that I wanted her opinion.