In a sudden panic, he realized his hard-on was pressing against her.
Scottie pulled back, forcing a tight smile to his face to hopefully hide his embarrassment. Did she know? Could she feel it? Of course, she could! She was a grown woman! A damn fine one at that! She knows what an erection is and has likely caused a great many in her time. Of course, she would be able to recognize when her own son was pushing one against her.
When Scottie dared to look up to her face, all he saw was a warm look of love from one of the most attractive women he’s ever seen. This sudden lust caught him off guard. This was new. This was…
Suddenly, there was a bump from the side as another dancing duo collided with them. Scottie turned his head but could only stare at the woman. A tall, extremely curvy body with a dress designed to highlight each and every feature. Her neckline plunged low, but her rack had been hoisted high. Her perfectly blonde hair stylized as if she just walked out of a magazine.
“Oh excuse us-Oh Angela! I didn’t recognize you!” she said. Her expression was large and exaggerated.
“Hello Sam,” Angela said, smiling with tight lips.
“You look exquisite!” Sam said.
“Thank you. So do you, as always” Angela replied. Scottie barely was able to notice the slightest roll of her eyes.
“Oh this is nothing,” she said, brushing off the forced compliment. “Are you excited? I imagine you must be,” Sam continued. “I could hardly sleep at all last night knowing I would be in consideration with you again for the third year in a row! I mean, I do know that it was a tough year for everyone, you in particular, but my goodness! Here we are again!” Her voice carried into a shrill laugh, catching the attention of a few other dancers who passed by.
“I’m fine, Sam. I wish you luck,” Angela said.
Sam shrugged.
“Well, I’m not sure I’ll need it but do know that I will be sending all my thoughts and well wishes your way.”
Scottie felt Angela’s fingers dig into his shoulder as she smiled.
“Have fun you two,” Sam continued as she and her silent partner danced away.
“Who was that?” Scottie asked as soon as she was out of earshot.
Angela watched her disappear into the crowd.
“Samantha Baxter,” she said.
“… Competition?”
“… Yup,” Angela replied.
“Was she the one you lost to the last couple times?” he asked.
Angela nodded. “That’s her, all right. Top Agent. She takes ‘Always Be Closing’ to heart for everything except her legs.”
Scottie coughed, caught off guard by his mother’s remark.
“Sorry,” she said covering her mouth. “That was incredibly inappropriate of me.”
He just laughed.
“Mom, you’re fine.”
“I know, but…”
“Mom, who cares? She’s obviously trying to get attention and rile you up.”
“… Yeah,” Angela said. “And it’s working.”
“Then you got to figure out why that is.”
“I know…” she said, resting her head on his shoulder as they slowly swayed.
Scottie held her close.
“You get a load of those tits?” she asked without looking up.
“Of course. I don’t think there is a soul here who hasn’t,” he replied without missing a beat.