My Son and Me

He arrived a little after two and after pecking me on the cheek, running his gaze up and down me, telling me that I looked good he said.

“Let me change and grab a shower and I’ll do lunch.”

“Already done it love,” I told him pointing to the table where it was laid out.

“Oh wow mum, how lovely to have a woman around the place.”

We stared at each other for a moment or two as that remark sort of hung in the air between us until he broke it by saying. “Must get changed.”

Returning fifteen or so minutes later in a yellow tee shirt and beige shorts, both fashionably tight, he looked breathtakingly attractive and I could feel myself getting warm and tingly.

“Come on mum let’s do lunch,” he said getting some wine from the fridge and helping me carry the plates and salad outside.

We ate lunch with a bottle of white wine on the balcony where the slight breeze from the water kept us cool. It was an idyllic situation and one that I found romantic and sitting so close to him, intimate. He was unusually quiet and I wondered whether he was suffering the same or similar internal wrangles to me

“Shall we go to the pool or would you like a siesta?” he asked around three.

“I am feeling a little sleepy, so that sounds nice,” I replied adding. “I’m not used to wine at lunchtimes.”

“You sleep better last night?”

“Yes, much thanks.”

“I didn’t hear any late-night movements, so I guessed you did.”

We cleared away the lunch things and went inside.

“We really going to sleep?” I asked being totally unused to the concept of a siesta.

“Yes, lots do out here, late nights, early mornings and afternoons spent in bed. People go shopping between seven and nine then hit the town.”

“Sounds ideal, but I’m getting a little old for that.”

“No, you aren’t and at least don’t look it.”

“Come on Peter that’s just flattery.”

“It’s not and in fact someone saw us at the Thai last night and commented on you.”

“What do you mean what did they say?” I asked as Peter shut the sliding doors to the balcony and the A/C kicked in. The room was quickly chilled and I knew what would happen.

“This, he said handing me his phone showing the messages.”

It read. ‘Wow who was that gorgeous bird you were with last night, what a MILF! Local or flown in? Let me know when she kicks you out of bed.’

I couldn’t help smiling.

“See that’s what people who don’t know you think.”

“Just boy’s talk, I grinned.”

Grabbing my hand, he pulled me into his room. That had a floor to ceiling French window which opened onto a small balcony that like in the lounge overlooked the marina.

“Let’s siesta in here, bigger bed and,” he said pausing and looking at my breasts where I knew that my nipples would have hardened and made indentations in the bikini bra and sun dress. “A better view.”

Trying to be cool and smart I quipped. “What the marina?”

Smiling he replied. “Well amongst other things…” and pausing before adding said. “Sorry mum.”

I didn’t know how to handle the situation. We had not really been here before. I couldn’t make out whether it was just a flirty joke or a suggestion of more so I mumbled.

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