The next day they all met for lunch at Rick's, a cafe with a wooden deck off the back that looked out over the Gulf of Mexico. Jimmy's Mom and Dad had got up early, and met them there. The men ordered burgers. Lanie and Mom both wanted the salad bar, and went inside together to fix their salads.
Lanie was talking about where they might go shopping that afternoon while the men were golfing, when she got to the door and realized she was alone. She looked around. Mom was behind her, moving slowly, hobbling like she was in pain.
"Mom? What's wrong?" Lanie said, and held the door open.
Mom chuckled as she went into the cool air-conditioning of the restaurant.
"Oh, it's just my old back. I must have slept wrong again," she said, and limped in the direction of the salad bar.
Lanie nodded. "I can imagine," she said.
At the salad bar, Mom fixed a tiny salad that would hardly satisfy a bird. Lanie was picking at different things, putting a little of this and a little of that on her plate, until she had a mound of salad flowing over the edge of her plate.
"Come on, Lanie. We don't want to keep the men waiting," Mom said.
She was already hobbling back out to the patio.
Lanie stirred the ranch dressing with the ladle, then put a dab on the corner of her salad that had no dressing. She was having trouble focusing. Her mind was not on her salad. Her mind was on ...
Joe held the door open for his wife, and came into the cafe. Lanie smiled. Her mind was on the source of Mom's back pain.
He walked over to the salad bar and pointed at her plate.
"Are you going to eat all of that?" he said.
Lanie looked at the plate and shrugged.
"I hate salads," she said.
He just smiled and went to the men's room. Lanie sighed and let the ladle plunk in the ranch dressing. Her life was just like her salad. She had a lot of good things, but none of it was what she wanted. What she wanted was a side of beef.
She put the plate down on the edge of the salad bar and brushed her hands together. So much for that. She let out a deep breath. It was time to take some action, something drastic. After last night, she had no other choice, and there would be no going back.
She waited in front of the men's room. When the door opened and Joe came out, she took his hand before he could say anything.
"Come with me. I need to show you something," she said.
She led him out the front door of the restaurant. She glanced back to make sure Jimmy was not following.
"Lanie?" Joe said.
He had a puzzled look on his face. She put her finger to her lips. She dragged him around the corner to the parking lot. It was hot out there, and the sun was bright. Off to the side of the restaurant, though, was a shaded area under and awning.
"Lanie? What are we doing? My lunch is gonna get cold," Joe said.
"Don't worry. You'll get back before your cheeseburger gets there," Lanie said. She pulled her shirt up over her boobs. "Do you like how my tits look in this bra?"
He looked down at her chest. His eyebrows arched up.
"Yeah. They look great. Why?" he said.
"Feel them. How do they feel to you?"
Joe hesitated. His eyes narrowed, like he was suspicious. But he put his hands on her boobs and squeezed.
"They feel great. Why are we out here?"
She reached down and pressed her hand to the front of his shorts. It worked. He was growing hard. He nearly jumped.
"I just wanted to get you alone for a few minutes," she said.
She squatted in front of him and pulled down his zipper.
"Lanie, we don't have time for this. We have to get back to our lunch," Joe said.
She reached into his shorts and pulled out his penis. Her eyes got big.
"This is my lunch," she said.
She licked the head. It was about as big as a plum. Joe sighed and leaned back against the wall.
But she had guessed too soon. His penis had only started to grow. She stroked it slowly in her hand and was amazed to watch it grow longer and thicker before her wide eyes.
"Holy shit," she said in a low whisper.
It got so thick she couldn't close her fingers around it, and it hung to about his knees, bent down at an angle.
"My God, Joe. You're twice as big as Jimmy, at least. This is what you used on Mom last night?" she said.
"I'm afraid so."
She shook her head. "That poor woman. No wonder she can barely walk."
She licked down the side of the thick shaft, and let the tip of her tongue run over the ridges of the veins. Hanging between his legs was a pair of fat balls, to match his huge cock.
"How come your son isn't built like this?" she said.
"I guess he got his mother's good looks."
Lanie nodded. Jimmy was a good looking man, like his Mom. That was one of the things she liked about him.
She opened her mouth wide and put the head of his cock in, past her lips. It stretched her jaw and flattened her tongue. She gagged. She took it out of her mouth, and stared at the fat head. What was she going to do now? Had she got herself into more than she bargained for? She looked up at him and smiled, feeling sheepish.
"This isn't going to be as easy as I thought," she said.
"It's usually too much for most women their first time," Joe said.
"What does Mom do when she blows you?"
"She doesn't try too hard. You don't want to hurt yourself."
Lanie nodded. That was good advice. But it didn't help. She still didn't know how she was going to get all of that cock in her mouth.
She licked her lips. With one hand around his shaft and one hand on his leg to hold herself steady, she lifted the head to her mouth. She kissed it, opened her mouth, and sucked it in. Joe moaned. She pumped the shaft in her hand and moved her head back and forth as much as she could.
"Oh yes, Lanie," Joe said.
She turned her eyes up to see his face. He seemed to be enjoying it. He didn't seem to mind that she could only get the head and about an inch or so of the shaft into her mouth. But then, that was probably what he was used to for a blowjob.
She didn't have much time to finish. Jimmy and Mom would be wondering where they went. She sucked a little harder, and moved her head back and forth a little faster. Joe was groaning.