“Well don’t tell me you don’t do it mum.”
“That’s my business,” I mumbled as he sat close so that our legs almost touched.
“And mine really.”
“How do you mean and yours.”
“Well it’s my boss who wants to fuck you.”
“Peter stop it this is wrong?”
“Why is it?” he asked his foot rubbing my ankle.
“Well because it is and we shouldn’t be talking about it.”
“Why not?”
“Well mums and sons shouldn’t talk about her sex life”
“What are you embarrassed mum?”
“No, well yes of course I am,” I replied looking down and seeing that he had let his shoe slip off and his bare toe was rubbing my equally bare calf almost at my knee.
“Why?”
“Well I just am.”
“You shouldn’t be?”
“And this,” I said nodding at your foot.
“Don’t you like it mum?”
“It’s not right.”
“No?”
“Why not, you do like it don’t you.”
“That’s beside the point.”
“And what is the point?” he asked rather confusingly.
“I don’t know?” I mumbled looking down as I felt him move closer to me so that our knees pressed together.
“Well mum?”
“Peter, what’s happening?”
“I asked you to stay as I think we have some unfinished business don’t we?”
I wasn’t sure what he meant and had no idea what to say. My heart was pounding though at the thought of what it could mean. It beat even faster though when he moved closer and put his arm round my shoulders so that his fingers dangled down across my collar bone. They rested lightly on my bare chest just above the neckline of my tight, white dress.
“What do you mean?” I asked looking up into his eyes and then down again avoiding his gaze.
“Mum I think you do know?” he said quietly pushing gently on the strap of the dress, easing it slightly towards my shoulder.
“How, what Peter what do you mean?” I mumbled as I felt his knee pressing more firmly against mine.
As his pressure on the top of my dress increased so it exposed my bra strap he said. “And I don’t mean Clive mum.”
“What are you doing?” I asked looking from his hand to his eyes.
“I think you know mum or should I call you Jay?”
A few years ago he had taken to calling John and me by our first names now and then so it wasn’t a shock that he called my Jay.
I didn’t reply but just sat there as he eased the top of the dress over my shoulder and down my arm a little. I was so excited and aroused that I couldn’t do anything to stop him but knew that I should.
The Clive remark had made me smile but all I could say was. “Good ok.”
We sat there in silence for a few moments as he slid the strap and the top of my dress further downwards and I sat there part in awe of what he, my son was doing and part in fear of the repercussions.
Still with his left arm round my shoulders he took hold of the zip at the neck of the dress with his other hand and started sliding it down. That opened up the top of the dress and exposed my breast in the thin, diaphanous bra.
I put my hand up and stopped him going further.
“Peter no.”
“Why no mum, Jay?”
“Because it’s wrong,” I mumbled wanting nothing more than to expose my breasts to my son.
“Why is it?”
“It just is Peter and you know that.”
“But you do want to don’t you?”