She was chuckling as I got out of the car, and I noticed her eyes slip to my crotch as I stood and stretched. I took my time standing there with the door open and me facing towards the car. My cock was still semi-hard, and I knew it would be outlined by the material of my pants because I could feel the pressure. I would have to adjust slightly before going inside unless I wanted to look like a complete pervert, so I decided that now was as good a time as any. I reached down and adjusted myself slowly into a somewhat more comfortable position. I pushed the material of my pants a little, highlighting the shape of my semi-rigid cock, stepped back, and closed the door. It wasn't until my door closed that she began to get out of the car herself. It was a weird but exciting moment, and I wondered if she enjoyed the show as much as I enjoyed giving it.
As I walked over to the restaurant doors, I desperately wanted to turn back and see if she was watching me walk away or if her face showed any sort of reaction, but at the same time, I didn't want her to think that I did that on purpose. Part of the thrill was having her believe that it was an unconscious act. I know that's not exactly honest of me, but that just felt like the right way to approach the whole situation.
I ordered our lunch and coffee, then paid, but she still hadn't come in. I turned and looked through the window to see where she was, and I noticed that she had now moved the car over to the far end of the car park, where there were a couple of park benches, and she was sitting at one and facing the restaurant doors. I assumed that she wanted to eat out in the sunshine. Considering it had turned out to be such a nice day, it seemed like the right thing to do.
I walked out the door, and she immediately began waving to me. Obviously, she had been watching for me to come out and hadn't realised that I had already seen where she was. I began walking across the parking lot and had a weird moment, almost an out-of-body experience, as I truly began to see her as someone other than my mother. Seeing her as a good-looking woman, the way a stranger would. The sun was shining down on her, and it made her shirt almost glow. Her hair, glowing like a halo in the sun, framed her pretty face, which had a beaming smile. Her body was obviously that of a woman and not a girl in that she had all the curves, and those curves were very appealing. Her skirt was pulled up enough to show her legs from above her knees down, and it made me want to see more. I simply could not understand how my father had lost interest in such a fine-looking woman. I know looks aren't everything, but she had a great sense of humour; she's loving, intelligent, and adventurous. What more could he possibly want?
I could feel the smile on my face and was taken aback at the realisation that it felt almost strange to be smiling, as though I was doing something wrong just by being happy. As I walked across the large parking lot, I noticed her legs were parted, and she was making a show of rummaging in her bag for something. I could see almost the whole way up her skirt, and it was very exciting to know that other people could too. I slowed down to let a car go past, and as I glanced at the driver, I could see his head swivel towards the same beautiful view that I had. He even slowed down a little to enjoy it for longer.
I made a small adjustment to the angle of my approach, and I was rewarded with a view all the way up her thighs to her panties. I took my cue from the guy that had just driven past and slowed my pace just a little to allow me to linger and watch a little more. She was still digging around in her bag for god knows what, so I felt I could really enjoy the view. Eventually, though, I could delay no more and reached the bench.
The moment I got there, she put her bag down without taking anything out of it and beamed her smile back at me. I shook my head and smiled. I had to wonder if the whole bag rummaging had been a ploy to allow me to look without feeling like she would know. Was this something she had done before, a technique in her arsenal?
I could see an inquisitive look on her face as I handed her the coffee and her lunch. She gave me a long, searching look before speaking.
"What were you shaking your head for?"
Fortunately, I had a reason that was more than just my curiosity about her motivation for digging in her bag.
"I was just thinking that I couldn't understand why any man would not be interested in a woman who was so adventurous and exciting and who was so good-looking."
I could feel myself blushing, but she was too, and I got the sense that she really enjoyed me saying this. She chuckled as she responded.
"I appreciate the vote of confidence, but there's so much more to a marriage than just those things. Besides, you're biased because I'm your mother."
I shook my head as though saying no, but I had to wait until I finished my mouthful before I responded.
"Nope. Not true. I'm not your son; we're just two good friends, remember. Besides, I walked out of that door over there, and as I walked over here, I had a moment of clarity where I saw you not as my mother but simply as a woman, a beautiful woman, as though I were seeing a stranger. You truly are a very attractive woman, and if he can't see what he has, then he's a fool. It's not just about looks, I agree, but how could anyone not see you sitting there in the sunshine with the rays of light shining off you, smiling your pretty smile, and teasing anyone going past with a glimpse of those fine legs and panties and not think? Damn!"
Her mouth dropped open in shock, and then she blushed even deeper as she laughed.
"Well, it seems I was a little less subtle than I thought; good to know. It is nice to know that someone thinks I'm attractive, though."
"Oh my god! Very. I'm not the only one, either. I had to stop and wait for a guy driving past, enjoying a long, slow look too."
She waved her hand at me as if to say, "Stop it." But I could see she was quite pleased at the same time.
I sat down next to her on the bench and began to dig into my own lunch. It was quite nice to sit quietly in each other's company, enjoying the sunshine. It was then that a question popped into my head that I just had to ask.
"So, was it as exciting as you remember, to sit here flashing again?"
She began to squirm a little, and a sly smile spread across her face.
"I have never forgotten just how exciting it was to play like that, but it's been so long that when it happens again, it's as exciting as the very first time."
She stared off into space with a wistful smile, and I watched her squirm some more as she relived some old memories. What I would give to have a window into her mind at this moment.
We sat in companionable silence while we ate our lunch and enjoyed our coffee. I wondered if she would flash anyone else while we were sitting here, but frustratingly, no one was coming by us. After a while, though, it became obvious we were stretching out the time. I picked up the rubbish and took it over to the rubbish bin, then we headed back to the car.
She threw the keys to me, which I caught mid-stride, and I unlocked the car. I sat in the driver's seat and watched as she sat down. She hitched her skirt up almost all the way into her lap and seemed to not mind in the slightest that I could easily see her shapely thighs or that I was taking my time to enjoy them.
When I took off, I tried to keep my eyes on the road as best I could, but damn, it was distracting. I once again had to adjust myself into a more comfortable position. Things had settled mostly while we ate our lunch, but here I was again with a throbbing cock and trying to adjust it without being overly obvious about it.
I found it ironic that after agreeing to be able to ask anything, I was now finding it incredibly difficult to know where to start. Questions, ideas, and erotic thoughts were circling around my brain, but my tongue seemed to be tied.
