Dinner and a movie
From Torg Adventure
Mom and Aimee came out of the bathroom silent. Mom dried her hair, and my sister got dressed. Finally, Mom asked, "What are you hungry for, Clint?"
I almost blurted out, "Your pussy," but I clamped my mouth shut. Then I said, "How about pizza?"
Aimee said, "I think I remember seeing a little Italian place about two blocks away. We could walked there." She winked at me out of Mom's eyesight. I thought I knew what she was thinking. If we walked there, Mom could have some wine -- maybe a lot of wine.
"That's a great idea, Aimee. Let's go," Mom said. She was dressed in a red scoop-necked tee shirt, baring a little cleavage, and a pair of blue jeans. She never wore jeans for the car trip, because she found them uncomfortable. But wearing them now made her look great, given how tight she liked her jeans. Aimee was in a rather tight yellow tee shirt and khaki clamdiggers. I was wearing jeans and a white tee shirt.
The walk to the restaurant was pleasant, and we got seated right away. There were only two other groups, a couple obviously on a date, and a family of four -- a husband, wife, and two boys. The waitress that seated us was cute, brunette, and twenty-something. The black restaurant logo tee shirt she was wearing was very tight, showing off her generous endowments. I gazed at her tits every chance she looked away.
While we looked through our menus, I said, "How about some vino to unwind, Mom? It would help wash away the car trip."
"That's a great idea, Clint. We can get a carafe of house red for less than three glasses cost. Aimee, you like wine, don't you?"
"Wine's okay, Mom. I'll have a little." When Mom looked down at the menu again, Aimee winked again with a grin. Aimee had justified to Mom that a whole carafe was a good idea, yet she wasn't going to drink a lot, leaving more to give to Mom to loosen her up.
I ordered a small pizza, while Mom and Aimee both had pasta. Mom had downed a glass of wine with the bread sticks. I kept pouring into her glass, so she'd lose track of how many glasses she'd had. Aimee and I both nursed our wine. We talked about what we wanted to do once we got to Aunt Karen's. By the time dinner was finished, Aimee and I had consumed about a glass of wine each, and Mom had had about three. She was flushed and slurring her words slightly. We paid and walked back to the hotel.
Aimee and I stayed close to Mom, and by the end of the walk, she had an arm around each of us. In her tipsy state, she didn't notice me sliding my hand up her side to cup her breast. My sister had her hand on Mom's butt and kept whispering in her ear, making Mom giggle. I wondered what Aimee was telling her.
Then Aimee told us a story about her girlfriend at college whose boyfriend got mad at her and locked her out of his room naked. By the time Aimee told about the girl running a block in the nude to her dorm, we were all laughing hard. She finished just as we got to the room, and we piled inside, still giggling.
What next?
