Mable's Breasts Pt. 05

"Wow..." I said with a grin, "I'd say you definitely DO have a thing for my Mom."

"Maybe I do...so what?" He shrugged. "Only some kind of mentally defective idiot would look at your mom and not want to jump her bones. Do I look like some kind of mentally defective idiot to you?"

I opened my mouth to respond but he raised his hand to still my retort. "Wait," he said with a laugh. "Let me rephrase that. Seriously though, you can ask any of the guys, man. They'll tell you the same thing. When it comes to any of our Moms, your Mom is totally freakin' world-class."

I nodded, he certainly had a point there, my mom was definitely a great looking woman if I do say so myself. "You'd probably stand a better chance with Eleanor though," I smiled. "She even looked like she was into you too."

John smiled, his face brightening. "Shit man, sleazebag or not, I wouldn't fucking turn it down. Maybe you SHOULD take me along the next time you go over to work on her computer."

I smiled and nodded, recalling Eleanor's penchant for kinkiness.

We reached his house and he peeled off, waving to me. "See ya!" He said.

Several minutes later I arrived home. Opening the front door, I had the shock of my life. Looking through the living room into the kitchen I could see my mother sitting at the kitchen table with Mable.

I was stunned. What the hell was she doing here? What could she be talking to my mom about? Anxiety filled me and I suddenly felt nauseous.

"There he is!" Greeted my mom as I gingerly entered the kitchen. "Look who's here," she said, indicating Mable with a smile.

Mable must surely have noticed my look of anxiety because she immediately stood up and took over the conversation, stepping forward and embracing me platonically, "I tried to call you several times," she said, giving me a meaningful look. "But I think your phone must have been off or something."

I understood and gave her a nod, pulling my phone from my pocket. "Sorry," I said, "I had the volume off last night while we were on the game, I guess I just forgot to turn it back on," I said, looking between Mom and Mable.

"I thought something like that might be the case," said Mable smiling sweetly, "Since you weren't answering your phone, I dropped by, hoping to catch you at home. I just completed your new calendar and wanted to get it to you right away."

I smiled and nodded, relief flooding my system. I took a seat at the table and Mable handed me the calendar, leaning toward me show me how she had scheduled the dates and times. She smelled clean and fresh, just as she had the other evening after our shower and it was a struggle not to reach out and touch her.

"Anyway," said Mable with a flourish as she stood, "I'll get out of your hair. I just wanted to get you the revised calendar right away. With all the new people I'm lining up, I think you're going to be pretty busy next month.

She turned to Mom, "Leslie," she continued, smiling down at my Mom, "it was a pleasure to finally meet you, thank you so much for the tea."

Mom and I stood with her as she turned to leave the kitchen and we followed her into the living room. "It was a pleasure meeting you too, Mable," said Mom with a smile as she and Mable leaned together for a brief one-arm hug at the door.

"I can't thank you enough for all the wonderful things you've been doing for James, I think this might turn out to be a very good thing for him," said Mom enthusiastically.

"I hope so," said Mable, "that was certainly my intention." She turned to me and bent, giving me a slightly more intimate hug than she gave my mother. "Call me tomorrow, or even stop by if you'd like to go over the calendar in more detail with me. And, who knows I might even have even more prospects for you by then."

"Okay...sure," I said, glancing at my mom who smiled warmly at Mable.

"Walk her out to her car," murmured mom softly, leaning close and elbowing my arm to get my attention. I nodded, happy for the opportunity to at least spend a few moments alone with Mable. I walked her down the drive to where she had parked as mom smiled and waved once more and closed the door behind us.

Mable laughed, "I'm so sorry, baby. You looked like you were about to have a heart attack seeing me at your kitchen table."

I let out a breath, "True that," I replied with a laugh.

"I apologize for giving you a scare," she said, "And thanks for backing me up about the phone too."

"Of course," I smiled. "So, what was this all about?" I asked.

She nodded, "Ever since our conversation about your Mom last night, I knew I just had to meet her. I wanted to hopefully get a sense of what kind of person is, maybe even get some insight into what she might think of us as a couple." She smiled sheepishly, "I thought bringing you the calendar might be a good excuse."

I smiled and, as we had her vehicle between us and my house, reached over to lightly take her hand. She returned my smile and squeezed my fingers affectionately, sending a jolt of arousal coursing through me.

"That was actually a pretty good idea," I said. "So...What did you think of her?"

"Oh, baby, I liked her a lot," she said with a broad smile. "She's so much like you, how could I not? We didn't get a lot of time to get to know one another before you got home, but I genuinely liked her, and I seemed to sense she liked me too. We talked about the computer business, of course, she seemed very interested in the subject...and I didn't think she seemed overly suspicious about my involvement in it either."

"That's good to hear," I said, caressing her fingers lovingly, "I'm happy you took a liking to her. I kind of like her a lot myself," I added with a laugh.

She smiled, "I hope you realize she's still watching us from the living room window?"

I laughed and nodded, "Of course she is," I said, "I didn't even have to look to know it."

"I really had to bite my lip to keep from smiling when she thanked me for all the wonderful things I've been doing for you," she said with a smile.

"I know," I said, laughing aloud, "I had the very same thought."

I reached out and opened the driver's door for her and she slid into the driver's seat, smiling up at me as she allowed her skirt to ride up very high on her gorgeous thighs. She looked up and smiled at the expression on my face. "God, I love it when you look at me that way," she said, turning the key to start the engine. "It makes me want to do all those wonderful things to you all over again." She glanced at the house and waved at my mom who was now visible, standing in the living room window.

"Damn, I'd love to be a fly on your wall when you get back inside your house," she said with a broad smile. "Call me later and tell me everything she has to say."

I nodded, "Happy to,"

"And come over tomorrow, if you can. It's just too hard on me like this where I can't hold you in my arms."

"I will, I promise," I said with a smile, stepping back and closing her car door. She slipped on a pair of sunglasses, gave me a little smile and sped away.

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"Mable certainly seemed very nice," said Mom in an offhand manner as we sat down at the dinner table.

I did my best not to smile as I felt her maternal curiosity radiating from across the table.

"She IS nice," I agreed. "Very nice."

"I'm glad she actually came by with your calendar. It was nice to finally be able to put a face to the mysterious Mable that you're always talking about."

I smiled, knowing Mom was likely only warming up. "Come on, Mom," I chided playfully with a roll of my eyes, "First of all she not mysterious. And secondly, if I talk about her at all, it's because of the computer business we've started. She's doing an amazing job of helping me get it all started."

Mom gave me one of her patented, all-knowing smiles, "I can see that," she said, sprinkling parmesan over her plate of spaghetti. "She certainly seems very knowledgeable about things in a business sense."

"That's why we work so well together, I do the computer stuff and she handles the business end of things," I said, forking some pasta into my mouth.

"I also couldn't help but notice today how the two of you certainly seem to be rather fond of one another. I can see it in both of your eyes whenever you look at one another."

"I like her a lot," I said, keeping my eyes on my plate of spaghetti as I shoveled in another mouthful. "She's a really nice person." I chewed thoughtfully, realizing how, at this point in one of our conversations, I would normally try to distract Mom's train of thought and change the subject. But tonight, I just wanted to see how far she might go with her questioning about Mable.

"You know...I never asked," she continued, "but I would imagine she's probably a lot closer to my age than to yours...Wouldn't you say?"

I looked up and put down my fork, giving her a heavy sigh of exasperation to keep up the appearance of my usual angst when I felt she was prying too much. "What exactly are you trying to get at, Mom? First, you go on about some mysterious thing you see in our eyes when we look at each other. And now what? You're speculating about the differences in our ages? What's up with that? Mable's not my girlfriend, Mom...if that's what your maternal Spidey Sense seems to be implying."

Mom shrugged, "I wasn't IMPLYING anything," she responded with one of her patented looks of total innocence. "I was merely making what I thought to be a rather astute observation. And, there's certainly no reason for you to get overly defensive about it. When you do that it almost makes me think there's more here than meets the eye."

"Oh, geez, Mom," I groaned, "would you give it a rest?"

"Listen to me," she said, giving me that look I had seen all my life. The one that said she would do exactly as she pleased whenever it damn well pleased her to do it. "I'm your Mother and you are my son. So, if I see...or even THINK I see, something going on in your life that concerns me, I am most definitely going to put in my two cents worth and say something about it."

I nodded, it was pointless to argue the point with her when she played the 'I'm your Mother' card. "Okay," I offered submissively. "So, what has you so concerned about me and Mable?"

She sat silently, taking another bite of spaghetti before responding to my question. "Okay, you really want to know?" she said, looking at me pointedly, "Do you realize that, in all your years of high school, you have never once appeared to be even the slightest bit interested in girls? Never once have you ever even mentioned a girl you were interested in, or even to ask out on a date."

I nodded, she and John seemed to be on the same wavelength when it came to summarizing our rather lackluster experiences with girls.

"So, forgive me for noticing when the first female I've ever seen you express any kind of interest in at all is a woman who is roughly my age. You can laugh all you want and call it my Spidey Sense, I prefer to call it paying attention to my son."

I nodded again. "You know, Mom, when you put it that way, I guess I can see where you're coming from, and it makes sense."

"Thank you," she acknowledged with a brief smile. I guess...in my own Motherly possessive way, I'm just trying to find a way to say that I will always do my best to be completely supportive of anyone you happened to fall in love with."

Oh, my God, did tectonic plates just shift under my chair? Was she inferring that she might actually be open to the idea of me being involved with an older woman? It certainly sounded that way to me, and I couldn't wait to relate that news to Mable.

"Thanks, Mom," I smiled with an eye roll, "I'll be sure to keep you posted on any new developments in my love life."

"Please do," she responded with a sarcastic smile. "Otherwise I'll be forced to keep relying on my Spidey Sense."

We both laughed and the mood was lightened considerably.

"I also couldn't help but notice," she continued, a teasing smile playing around the corners of her mouth, "that Mable's not only much prettier than I had imagined, but her bust appears to be rather generously endowed as well." She grinned and kept her eyes on her plate of spaghetti.

I suppressed a smile and shrugged, keeping my eyes on my plate of pasta.

Mom laughed softly and I looked up at her, "How very nonchalant of you," she smiled. "I sincerely hope you're not going to insult my intelligence by telling me you've never noticed her breasts," she said with a raised eyebrow and a knowing smile.

"Geez, Mom," I said, giving her another eye roll. "Okay...of course, I noticed."

Mom merely laughed to herself and took another bite of pasta.

"By the way..." I said a few moments later, "As long as we're sort of on the subject...What's going on with your love life, Mom?"

"What about it?" She responded, furrowing her brows as she looked into my eyes while toying with her pasta. "In case you haven't noticed, I don't currently have one."

I nodded. "Seriously though, Mom. I mean...it must get a little lonely for you sometimes. Haven't you ever given any serious thought to maybe...I don't know...making yourself available again? In a city this size, there must be a ton of potential nice guys out there."

She laughed softly and shook her head. "Oh, I'm sure there are," she said. "And...just so you know, I actually HAVE thought about it a lot lately. And, you're right, it does get a little lonely sometimes. Especially when YOU are off gallivanting with your friends and I'm rattling around the house by myself. I have, in fact, even joined an online dating service."

"What?" I gasped, smiling broadly. "I think that's great, Mom. So, tell me about it. Any potential prospects?" As I spoke, I remembered her quickly closing her laptop and wondered if this might be the reason.

Mom shrugged, "Well, yes, and no," she responded vaguely with a bit of a sigh.

"Vague enough," I said with a laugh. "What's that mean?" I asked.

"Well," she said, "Yes, there are certainly a lot of men out there on the dating website. But, no, most of them are not all that appealing. Not to put too fine a point on it, it just seems that most of the gentlemen who are of the...shall we say, age-appropriate persuasion," she said, making air-quotes with her fingers around the words 'age-appropriate', "all seem to appear way too old. I don't know, maybe I'm just being too picky, but it would be nice to find someone I could at least be a little attracted to physically."

She paused to drain the contents of her wine glass and then top off both of our glasses from the bottle.

"I DID actually take a lunch date with one man a couple of weeks ago," she continued with a shake of her head, "but...it didn't really work out all that well."

"Why? What happened?" I probed, astonished to hear she had had a date. "And why is it that I'm learning about this only now?"

She smiled and shrugged, "I wasn't trying to hide anything from you," she responded somewhat defensively. "It just wasn't anything worth mentioning. He seemed like a nice enough man from his profile on the dating site, he took me to the dining room at the Bellagio, and we had a very nice lunch."

"But?" I probed when she paused to take a bite of pasta.

"But...he spent the entire time telling me all about himself and boring me to death. I knew in the first five minutes that we had zero chemistry." She laughed softly, "Apparently, he had also booked a room in the hotel for the day and seemed rather put off when I declined his extremely generous offer to accompany him up to his room." She laughed again and shook her head. "I guess after talking about himself for two hours he felt I was a worthy enough prospect to take to bed."

"Wow," I said, my mouth agape. "I'm really happy to hear that you actually opened yourself up to going out on a date, Mom. I'm just sorry it was so awful."

She shrugged and smiled. "I'm glad I did it too," she said. "It felt really nice to get myself a little dolled up for a date with a potential someone. And I DID enjoy the lunch and the view of the Bellagio fountains. I'm just a little disappointed my date was just so socially inept."

"I hope it didn't put you off about trying it again," I said.

She shook her head and smiled, "Not at all. Although, after that particular experience, I'm definitely going to have to be a lot more discerning with any of the other age-appropriate men that have expressed an interest in me on the dating website."

"Maybe you might even look into some of the less than age-appropriate variety?" I suggested.

Mom laughed aloud and tossed her head. I could see that she was definitely feeling the effects of the wine. "Hmm...really?" She said with a teasing smile. "Dating a younger man? Interesting thought. Maybe I should ask Mable for some advice along those lines."

I laughed in spite of myself. "That's funny, Mom. But it doesn't answer my question."

She sighed and shook her head. "Yeah, well...younger men are an entirely different kettle of fish, aren't they? They all have a certain physical appeal that almost any woman my age would find attractive, but physical attraction aside, I doubt many young men would ever be seriously looking for an older woman to enter into any kind of long-term relationship with."

Ouch. Point taken, Mom. Thanks.

"You know, Mom, it's actually kind of ironic having this conversation with you tonight," I said after swallowing a mouthful of pasta. "Because John and I had almost the very same kind of conversation today about relationships between older women and younger men."

"Oh?" She said with a teasing smile, "Was he referring to you and Mable perchance?"

I laughed out loud and shook my head. Damn, sometimes Mom could be so single-minded when she had a bee in her bonnet. I leaned over the table toward her and lowered my voice. "Actually, he was saying some very complimentary things about you?"

"Me?" She said with a look of mild surprise, "John did? Why? What did he say?"

At that moment, I saw an expression on my Mother's face that I had never seen before. An almost childlike look of wonder, not unlike a schoolgirl's innocent expression of curiosity about a boy sitting near her in class.

"Okay...just to maybe give you a little better perspective on how you might be perceived by younger men," I began. "John told me today that he, and all the other guys in our circle of friends, think you are one of the hottest women they know. He said you look like Christie Brinkley, only prettier and sexier. I believed he even used the words 'totally hot' in a sentence referring to you."

"No," she scoffed with a shake of her head, "That's just silly, you're making this up to try to make me feel better...I can't imagine John ever saying something like that."

I held up my hand, "Swear to God, Mom. Those were almost his exact words."

"Well, I still find it a little hard to believe," she said, taking a mouthful of spaghetti and chewing thoughtfully.

I suppressed a smile as I could see bright spots of color high on each of her cheekbones. I couldn't help but wonder if her flush was because of the effusive flattery, or because of the person who offered the compliments.

"Hey," I said, chewing a mouthful of pasta, "I'm merely offering his comments as an example of how a lot of younger men perceive you, Mom."

She was silent for several minutes as we began to finish off our dinner.

"Do you think he was really being serious when he said he thought I was prettier than Christie Brinkley?" She asked a minute or so later, indicating to me that the subject had still been on her mind all this time.

I nodded, "Sure he was," I responded. "And it wasn't just today, he's said the same thing on several other occasions too. And also, it was prettier AND sexier. And, not for nothing, Mom, I can see it too and I think he's exactly right."