“Of course” Tom replied as he pushed his chair back under,the table. “Lovely supper, thanks.” He stopped to kiss his mother’s cheek on his way to the sitting room.
Jane had already decamped and by the time he entered the room, she was reclined on the couch, her kicked off heels strewn on the floor.
“Ah, that’s such a relief” she stretched her legs out in front of her, wriggling her toes. Sipping the last of her wine, she watched Tom’s back as he tended the fire. Appreciating the sight. “I am looking forward to a relaxing evening. It’s such a relief to get away from office-hotel-office routines and enjoy some home cooking and good company,” Jane said with a sigh.
Tom turned and chatted about his plans. He decided not to canvass Jane tonight as the mood was not right for business talk. He sat in the chair and watched his Aunt; her raised leg and gaping blouse was there for him to see, her blouse had unbuttoned just a little and he could make out an ivory bra against tanned flesh. He stared at will as he chatted, while Jane looked at the ceiling and wall as she lay on the couch.
Tom had a particular taste for this semi-formal blouse look. He would see it on the bus in the mornings, now he could watch at will and not fear having the object of his attention cover up and stare at him like he was a pervert. Still he thought best not get caught looking. He shifted in his seat as his erection woke up, he crossed his legs as a light went on in his head that read: ‘This is your godmother control yourself.’
He was woken from his thoughts by Sarah who entered laden down and proceeded to serve. Jane swung around to let Sarah join her on the couch. Tom made to reach but thought better as he would not care to display the swelling in his trousers.
“I will let mine cool a bit,” he said and no one appreciated the double meaning.
Stretching forward to take a slice of the biscuit cake, affording him an ample view of her cleavage – accidentally or not, Tom was at this stage unsure – Jane took a steaming cup in the other had and resumed her position on the couch.
“I need to keep both hands occupied after a meal.” She gave a little laugh before biting into the chocolate. “Six months a non-smoker, but after dinner I still yearn for the satisfaction of a Marlboro.”
Her voice was slightly muffled through the crumbly succulence. “Oh Sarah, this is Devine!” she fell silent for a moment to savour the next sweet mouthful.
She listened as mother and son chatted, sipped at the hot bitter coffee, enjoying the contrasting yet complimentary flavour. She surveyed Tom over the rim of the cup. He sprawled comfortably in the armchair, his long legs stretched out in front of him, crossed at the ankles. Noticing he had no shoes on, his feet covered in thick socks. She remembered how she had had to stretch to her toes to kiss him earlier, even in her heels he towered above her. He must be about six four, she calculated. His height highlighted the leanness of his body. He would look stunning in a suit, she mused.