“You are funny, exactly like your father. Boob mad but never wanted his woman to show any cleavage.” She smiled softly as she said this.
“I think all men are the same.” He said thoughtfully. “Anyway, I hope you have made room for someone special in your life Mum.”
She made no reply.
They chatted amiably and danced around each other in the kitchen as they tidied the things away. The dog watched every move, hoping for a titbit from the table.
“The walk in shower is finished, come and see.” She held her hand out, he took it. “I think you will approve.”
She hurried him to the end of the hall into her bedroom.
The room was transformed with the walk thru from bedroom to bathroom, he was indeed impressed. A glass shower partition and marble everywhere, her clothing hung drying here and there. She plucked them down as she walked.
“You can walk from sink to loo to shower. Something I was always going on about and now finally, I have it.” Excitedly she pointed out the tiling and fixtures, all the stuff she had researched and dreamed of for years.
“I think this will be the final house for me. It is just perfect.” Her expansive grin reflected her pride in her home.
“Am I confined to the shower down the hall or can I use this? You could fit a rugby team in here now.” He asked, his expression, cheekily feigning sadness.
“Ah go on, you can use this one, it would be rather selfish of me to keep all this luxury to myself.” She generously relented.
“Thanks Mum, I knew you’d give in.” He laughed as she swatted his arm playfully.
She deserves this. He thought, of all the years she had struggled and made do when his father had been ill. Of how selflessly she had cared for her husband until the end. The sacrifices she had made to get him, her only child, through college with never a word of complaint. A little luxury was the very least she should have.
“Oh, to answer your earlier question. No, there is no one in my life.” She looked at him with soft eyes, touching his upper arm. She raised up onto her toes on the cool tiled floor to kiss his cheek, “Only you, my man. Now, I need to get cleaned up.”
He sat up on the bed as she tidied. She folded the underwear she had collected in the bathroom, tucking them into the drawer with all the other bras and bright white panties.
“This is perfect, you can see right through to the shower from here.” He was looking in the direction of the bathroom.
“That was the idea.” She said “It was something I saw in a Rome hotel years ago, where washing hygiene and the necessary hygiene of sleep are seamless. It also has a cooling effect on the bedroom. Not that it gets very hot in here lately.” She drew her brows down in a mock frown.
She stood looking at him. Fingering the top button of her shorts.
“Well? Privacy? I need to clean up gorgeous man.”
He tipped himself backwards onto the soft plushness of the bed and spread eagled with an exaggerated sigh.
“Can’t I just stay here it’s so comfortable. I won’t look…promise!” He chuckled.
“I think all this city living is making you bolder than ever.” She moved to the end of the bed, leaning down and grabbing his ankle, not realising her unrestrained breasts were falling forward and jiggling as she shook his leg.