My dick was throbbing by the time we parked and went into the dimly lit restaurant. My jacket provided some cover, and I don't think she noticed.Dinne...r was a blur. Aided by the champagne she ordered, I was entranced by my mother's beauty and mesmerized by her charm. I finally asked her why she hadn't gotten a boyfriend yet. Her features took on a strained expression and she confessed that she was put off and intimidated by the "dating scene." Apparently some of the men at the gym had hit on her. I gotta' beat that bitch, Joline, this year! I just gotta!"Greg looked around the room. A row of narrow table-high vinyl-padded benches were arranged in a row. Each bench had a case of beer and a small open pitcher under it. There were a few other contestants also. One couple, both completely naked, was sitting on one of the benches talking privately to themselves. A few other couples, in bathrobes, were milling about.Cindy called out, "Dan!" A guy entered from a rear door wearing a similar tag. She went from one orgasm to another. Finally, she screamed and pulled my head into her crotch. She ground her puss against my face. I thought I'd suffocate, but just as I was about to push her away, she released me.I raised myself up and grabbed some tissues to wipe the pussy juice off my face. Paddi-Ann lay there panting. She was covered with a sheen of sweat. She opened her eyes and looked at me. "Jesus," she said, "where did you learn that?" Just natural talent, ma'am," I said, "just natural. I just uttered another barely audible "fuck you" and went over to my own friends.Ben: Was Jeff being an ass again?Randy: Yeah.Will: What did he say?Randy: He was calling my mom a milf and saying a bunch of inappropriate shit.Ben: Fuck him man, like she or any other real woman would even look at his sorry ass! Let him feel all important with his high school sluts like Sandy or Angie.Ben´s words made me feel immediatly calmer. Sure Jeff was a dick, but who cares. He would probably shit his pants.