She looked so much younger. So beautiful. So sexy.
I wanted to touch her, run my hands over the curves of her delicious breasts and smother her lips with passionate kisses.
“Still like what you see Jack?” She asked softly. “Does it do the job for you love?”
“Jeez yes Mum'” I said, my eyes fixated on her firm breasts and the blunt pegs of her erect nipples.
“This morning you asked me to fetch home a selection of the lingerie and makeup catalogues and brochures we produce at work.”
“Yeah, cool,” I said, trying to sound offhand as if it didn’t really matter, “So did you remember?”
“I thought you’d already spotted them in the car love,” she said with a smile.
After clearing away the meal things and helping her to wash up, we settled at the table. I carefully laid out all the photos I’d printed off earlier and those taken on the night she went out with friends.
I could tell she was fascinated with my photos of her. And there was no doubt they were good, making her look like a regular mature model.
After comparing the shots of her with those in the catalogues she had to agree she did look good.
“D’you really think I could get work as a mature model?” she asked.
“I’ll tell you what we can do,”I said, “We could work on a cool portfolio of you that you can take and show your boss?”
CHAPTER 4
Tuesday was always the only day Mum didn’t drive me to college. She had to leave early and I took the bus. More often than not I didn’t see her before she left, but she always shouted goodbye up the stairs to me before going out the door .
This Tuesday was different. I was still fast asleep when she called me from her bedroom.
“Jack! ” she called.
“Yes Mum,” I answered sleepily.
“Come here and zip me up will you love?”
Still half asleep and wiping grit from my eyes I padded barefoot into her bedroom wearing only a ‘T’ shirt and shorts.
Mum was standing with her back to me, her head turned in profile studying herself in the dressing table mirror.
She was wearing a new kingfisher blue dress which was open to her lower back.
“Zip me up will you love, I can’t quite reach it?”
“Yes of course Mum,” I said, all the sleep suddenly gone from me.
My heart began beating like a train.
My hands trembled at my proximity to her inviting bare back.
My throat went dry.
I took my time raising the zip, allowing me to study her underwear. Low down was the line of a black ‘G’ string and the lace of a suspender belt.
In the middle of her back were two small moles almost hidden by thin bra straps.
Unable to restrain myself I put a hand on her back, running it gently up under her bra straps then down, following the curve of her spine to the base of the zip.
Then, hesitating only for a second, slid my hand down inside her dress, to the crack of her ass. Having circled her firm warm cheeks I slid a finger deep into her crack, searching out the small rosebud of her butt.
“Last time I checked the zip didn’t go that low Jack,” she said, giving her ass a sexy wiggle, “Come on, zip me up love or I’ll be late!”
Reluctantly I withdrew my hand, but took a quick sniff of my finger before returning to the zip. It smelled of shower gel, perfume and just a tiny hint of her rosebud.