“That’s ok Peter.”
“Good because what I am going to say might also sound a bit off key.”
My heart started to pound again as I pondered, was this it?
“Mum get on the bed so,” he said quietly before pausing and adding. “We can have our siesta.”
We laid on our backs side by side with a foot or so between us.
“Like the TV on to snooze off to?” he asked.
“I’m not fussed.”
“Or we can just talk,” he said getting up, walking over to the window and drawing the thick curtains. “That’s better, yes?”
“Mmmm lovely,” I said every sinew in my body seeming to be alive and tingling.
We lay there for a while watching CNN and then BBC World News.
“I’m getting a little chilly, just going to get a tee shirt,” I told him sitting up.
Turning his head to look at me he smiled. “Mmmm yes I can see that.”
I pulled the voile sun dress tightly around me and replied. “Well you shouldn’t, I’m your mother.”
Smiling back, he replied. “Well even mothers have nipples mum.”
“Peter!”
“In that drawer there,” he said nodding to my right.
“What.”
“Tee shirts, loads of them, bottom drawer. No point going to your room.”
I got up, went over to the chest and bent at the waist to open the drawer forgetting that my bum in the see-through dress was pointed straight at my son.
“And nice bums too mum.”
Picking up a white tee shirt I quickly straightened up and turned back to face the bed and him. He looked right at me and smiling said. “Sorry mum did I embarrass you?”
“Yes, well no, not really, oh I don’t know, but you shouldn’t talk like that.” I told him slipping the dress off and pulling the tee over my head.
“Why not it’s true, you saw the email from Caln.”
I laid down again and he said.
“Look if you’re cold with the A/c get in the bed, I’m going to.”
We slipped under the thin duvet and all my sexual nerve ends were screaming out. ‘I am in bed with my son in just a bikini and tee, oh fuck.’
And then I heard his deep breathing, he was asleep.
I was alone the next day as he had to go to a meeting in Abu Dhabi, an hour and a half drive away he explained. We had been out to dinner with several of his work colleagues and were back at the apartment.
“So, it’s an early start and a late finish, I possibly won’t be home much before midnight.”
“Ah well early night in for me then.”
“Doesn’t have to be.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well Clive was taken with you,” he said mentioning an older guy who had been with us.
“Is he single?”
“What are you interested?”
“No, of course not.”
“Why not, could be fun going on a foursome with my mum and boyfriend” he said as we sat down in the kitchen and he poured us glasses of white wine.
“Why do have a girlfriend?”
“No not really but there’s always some banker groupies around and I know a few.”
“How do you mean groupies.”
“Just girls who want a good time and they know us bankers have the money to give it to them.”
“Hmmm interesting.”
“And of course, they know the price they need to pay.”
“Not sure we need to go there.”
“No, but I do mum, a man needs some relief you know.”
“Yes of course,” I said feeling a little rather ridiculously jealous.