At that moment, the waiter returned asking if they were ready to give their order. Neither of them had even looked at the menu, so she asked for a few more minutes. The waiter nodded and almost glided away. Annie’s foot silently slipped back to the floor. She reached out and took his hand in hers.
“Look, I really do love you, Greg. And I want us to be together. If you really don’t want this, we can forget all about it. But I think you do want it.”
“If I did, and I’m only saying if, how do you think this would work?”
“I think you’re old enough to know how things will work. You’ll stick your dick in me. That’s how it’ll work.”
“No, I mean what will this be? Are you going to be my girlfriend now? Or my little thing on the side. What happens when I meet someone I want to marry. What happens when I want to have kids?”
“Well, we can cross that bridge when we get there. Someone famous once said in the long run we’ll all be dead. Let it be whatever it’s going to be. If you want me to be your convenient little fuck-toy, your thing on the side, then that’s what I’ll be. But if you want something else, something more serious, I’ll be that instead. It’s entirely up to you.”
“And what about Dad and Kim?”
“They’ve made their choice. We can make our own.”
The conversation came to a halt, and the evening progressed as if it was entirely normal and routine. They ordered, they ate, they chatted pleasantly enough. Only as dessert ended, did Annie return to the task at hand. She reached into her purse and brought out a keycard. She lay it down on the table in front of Greg.
“I took the liberty of booking us a room upstairs. Room 1986.” She said, conspiratorially, as if they were two spies plotting to bring down the state, rather than a mother and son embarking on an incestuous affair. “I’m going to go up there, get freshened up and wait. If you want to, you can come join me. And we’ll begin. You don’t have to, I’m not pressuring you into anything. If you want to walk away, walk away. The decision is up to you.”
She stood up and walked away. But then she came back and kissed him on the top of his head. She leant down and whispered in his ear.
“I love you, sweetheart. Never forget that.”
He watched her walk out the room. He was not alone in doing so. His mother was a fox, and she was dressed to impress. Her succulent hips were swaying as she sashayed along, her dress barely long enough to cover her stocking tops.
Greg sat there for a few minutes, studying the keycard intently.
You should leave, he thought to himself. Just get out of here.
But he knew that wasn’t going to happen. Slowly, somewhat reluctantly, he got up and headed for the elevator. He reached the right floor and walked down the corridor, conscious of the thick heavy carpet beneath his shoes. Before he knew it, he was stood in front of Room 1986, the keycard pressed tightly in the palm of his hand. His grip was so firm, the plastic edge was painfully digging into his skin.
On the other side of the door, Annie was waiting. She had dispensed with the dress and was now stood in her high-heeled shoes, stockings and lingerie, which consisted of a tiny little g-string that wouldn’t have been big enough to cover her bush, if she had one, and a matching half-cup bra. Her breasts looked truly magnificent on display, two succulent orbs of creamy tit-flesh, her nipples erect and almost pulsing with excitement.
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