She nodded, but I had the feeling she didn’t really believe me.
So, after relating my most cringe-worthy, intimate and shameful sexual fantasies about her, she simply smiled and told me to go get ready for our evening meal.
Later that evening a couple of my college friends came round our house to compare homework projects.
We sat and chatted as usual but I was intrigued to watch how the other guys reacted to Mum.
I needn’t have worried. When she came in with hot drinks and biscuits they thanked her as normal then just got on with what we were doing. Neither seemed even remotely aware she was anything other than my Mum.
But I studied her closely as she moved among us on the pretext of tidying up.
On the face of it she appeared her usual cuddly Mum, but I followed her eyes as she scanned the guys faces for any signs of their knowledge of my secret, sniggering or for any overtly sexual interest in her. But there was non.
In hindsight she probably assumed I must have taken my friends upstairs for them to ogle at her lingerie.
Then, just as she was leaving the room through the door behind my preoccupied friends, she paused for a moment, framed in the doorway, twisted her body three quarters towards me, stretched her sweater tightly to show the exciting curves of her breasts. Then with one hand, lifted her hair off her neck in a casual up-do, with the other she held up a pair of her black seamed stockings and pretended to inhale.
On her ears she wore the white circles of her alter ego’s ivory-white earrings.
For a couple seconds I was stunned and I think my jaw dropped. Then she winked at me and smiled as she let go of her hair. Then she was gone.
CHAPTER 2
After that, my head was in turmoil.
I had of course got the usual ramrod erection and struggled to gain my composure lest my friends saw my confusion and began asking awkward questions.
But I somehow managed to make it appear I was doing my course project work. Eventually my erection subsided.
Later, when my friends had left we sat watching TV together on the sofa as if nothing had happened.
Mum said nothing of my earlier sexual confessions, nor of her provocative tease at me in the doorway.
Towards midnight we turned off the TV, said goodnight and I drifted off to my bed as she got things ready for breakfast in the morning.
I lay in bed listening to her moving around downstairs. After a little while I heard her switch off the lights, come quietly upstairs and heard the click of the bedroom door closing.
She moved around her room for a few minutes then I heard a draw slide open and soon after the house went quiet.
With nothing to hear but plenty to think about, I switched off the light, curled up in the fetal position and tried to go to sleep – but it was impossible.
My mind was a maelstrom of desire and emotion, churning the events of the day over and over, like an endless video.
But at some point I must have drifted off because I was wakened by Mum calling me to get up or I’d be late.
On college days she always made me a cooked breakfast, to ‘set me up for the day,’ as she was fond of saying.