“I love you Mum. I love you, not your clothes,” I said softly, returning my lips to hers.
“But your cool stockings and suspenders do help get me fired up,” I added with a wide grin. “Want me to drive you to work my darling?,” I said, using that term of intimacy to her for the first time in our lives.
Mum nodded, smiled and stood up wiping away her tears.
“Come on my lovely Jack,” she said, taking hold of my hand. “Help me on with my coat and grab your college bag.”
“Text me at college during your lunch break,” I told her, “I’ll be thinking about you all morning,” and held up her lips for me to kiss again. Then I drove her to work.
‘Pow!’ We had fallen head over heels in love, just like that!
At lunch break my phone vibrated, so I took it out to read her text:
‘I’ve had a rotten morning love. Can’t wait to get home again. Pick me up just after 5pm as the shoot is taking longer than we anticipated.
I love you.
Sue.’
I read and re-read her text, trying to take in, ‘Sue’ and ‘I love you.’
My heart pulse quickening and my chest felt like it would explode with passion.
Instead of seeing Mum in my minds eye dressed for sex, for the first time I could only see her sweet face and I longed to kiss her soft lips.
My hands shaking with emotion, I composed and sent my reply:
‘My heart’s bursting with love for you Sue my angel. I can’t wait to kiss your soft lips and caress your beautiful breasts.
Your son and lover
Jacko’
When the `message sent` indicator flashed on, I began to question if what I had written had been appropriate?
A minute later my phone vibrated again, it was from Sue:
‘I feel the same love. But you must take more care what you write.
Don’t forget who I am and what we are doing!
And remember what you promised about not sharing certain photos!!
Can you delete all our messages, just in case?
Sue.’
As ever she was the one with both feet on the ground, the one thinking ahead, the one acutely aware of consequences.
And she faced an upwards struggle to get the immature me to see the real world and the terrible risks she was taking.
I immediately deleted our messages then from both my ‘sent’ and ‘deleted’ folders.
Chapter 5
As agreed, I was waiting outside the studio a little after 5pm. A couple of minutes later Mum came out chatting animatedly with a tall guy who I recognised as Mike Jeavons, the studio boss.
They shook hands, said goodnight and Mum got into the car beside me.
It was hard for me to resist kissing her, so I settled for squeezing her hand. She gave me a long squeeze back.
Checking she had clicked on her seat belt, I indicated and drew the car out into the rush-hour traffic.
“Guess what!” she said still animated. “I plucked up courage to ask Mike about some modelling work and he wants to give me a test shoot and look at my portfolio on Friday!”
“But that’s terrific,” I said checking my mirror and changing lanes. “Will you be up to it?”
“I should have finished my period by Thursday night”, she said, “But can we have a portfolio ready by then?”
I thought for a moment then said, “I think I can put together something pretty cool, but we’ve only got two nights left so we’ll have to start shooting, like tomorrow night?”