Not a very good meal (futa solo)

Posted by frownbow

My mum has always traveled a lot for work, and she would often bring me along to get me out of the house. We went to New York City during my first year of college. On our first day there, I went to some shops while mum went to her meeting, and then we met up at a place called Flame Hibachi for dinner, where we shared a table with some Americans. It was loads of fun until the chef put his knives down to make a volcano out of onions, and one of the Americans picked one up and tried to do what the chef was doing even though his wife warned him not to. The poor man cut his hand badly but his wife didn’t see because she was looking at a man in shirt that said GOD GUNS TRUMP, so he turned to me and quietly asked for my napkins. I think he wanted to hide the injury from his wife, but it was bleeding a lot. Before I could give him anything, the blood squirted out on me. Then mum wanted to know what was happening and leaned over and he squirted it on her as well, and then he fell out of his chair.

The NAS was called, and I didn’t want my shrimp, so we left. There was blood on my neck and shirt, and on mum’s shirt. I was nervous and mum was annoyed. She said that if I got my appetite back we would just get something sent to the room. Everyone stared at our clothes as though we were murderers.

My mum can be quite bossy and she told me to clean up when we got back, so I got into the shower. That was when I had a surprise because mum only had blood on her blouse not on herself, like I did, but she came into the shower right after I did.

It was a nice, big shower with two showerheads, but still. My mum is quite modest, usually, and I had not seen her naked since I was small. She has very big mams (F) which you only notice when she’s in togs because of how she dresses. But right in front of me in this shower, you notice.

I can understand why she wanted to have a rinse even if the blood didn’t get on her body. She wasn’t modest at all though. It was like I wasn’t there until she asked me what I was staring at or if she had missed some. She hadn’t missed any blood, but she and her mams were a foot away with soap and bubbles on her.

I had to turn away so that she wouldn’t see that I was hard and how red my face was. She got out and I was still in there thinking about her body. I had to do it twice right there in the shower to get my willy to calm down because I couldn’t do it out in the room where mum was.

She was in a robe brushing her hair when I came out. It must have showed on my face because she asked if I was feeling all right.