"Oh, no, I couldn't!" Mom protested weakly. "He's my son, Patricia, I can't do that."
"It's okay," Patricia reassured her. "It's just a lap dance. You should enjoy yourself. You look so sexy."
"I don't know," Mom murmured as Patricia pushed her into my lap.
Once the music started, she gently moved her bottom in my lap, and I let out a soft groan. I think I was more turned on seeing the look on Patricia's face than anything else. Mom started to get into it, though, and I think for the same reason. She was looking right at Patricia as she worked her hot ass on my throbbing b***r. When the song ended, she was flushed with arousal but her face showed embarrassment when she stood up.
All three of us stared at the obvious wet patch where my d**k tented out those grey shorts.
"Oh my!" Mom ga
