Unsurprisingly we were both exhausted by the time we arrived back at the hotel, the clock close enough to striking midnight. I don’t think either of us were up to doing anything, probably the first time in quite a while, but that didn’t stop Mum from thinking of something romantic, as the bathroom had an enormous tub so we eventually lay back together under the bubbles, enjoying a bottle of wine, the only light provided by candles. It was definitely one of the most romantic nights we had spent together as my hands simply stroked her body under the water, occasionally teasing her but neither of us really doing anything to bring about an orgasm.
We were up early on Saturday, or at least Mum was, desperate to get out and see the sights available. I’ll admit I was still knackered after the day before so Mum did the only thing that would get me out of the bed. She crawled up the bed until her face was above mine, opening my eyes to see a broad smile before she kissed me. That woke me up as my hands quickly moved though she slapped them away with a giggle. “Later, Andrew. I want to see the tower, remember?”
Strolling around Paris hand in hand, we probably looked like just another of the tens of thousands of couples who figured the city was one of the most romantic in the world. We took in some of the sights, wandering along the Champs-Élysées before heading into the Louvre, taking a couple of hours to wander around, seeing the major sights, wanting to spend more time but, well, it was a little crowded. After heading to the Latin Quarter for a spot of lunch, we finally headed to the Eiffel Tower, waiting in line with the rest of the tourists for one of the elevators up to the viewing platform.
Once we finally got to the top, the view was breathtakingly spectacular and Mum was beyond excited as we stopped at all four sides, taking the occasional picture together. We spent at least an hour or more there, generally standing in silence as we enjoyed the scenery. “Have you ever seen anything more beautiful, Andrew?”
I looked at her. “Yes. Yes, I have.”
I wasn’t surprised she kissed me after that, and we weren’t alone, plenty of couples being caught up in the moment. I guess Paris did have that about it. Yes, I doubt any of the other couples were mother and son. Though, I guess we were the ultimate proof that you never knew.
We headed back to the hotel for dinner, enjoying an a la carte menu, all of it paid for by the company. Neither of us had anything alcoholic to drink as we knew what was going to happen tonight. We conversed about nothing in particularly, sometimes just enjoying the ambience, sitting hand in hand, Mum continuing to dazzle me with her smile. She’d been happy ever since I’d returned home but I’d say she’d never been happier. Her smile was infectious and I think both of us were grinning like idiots. Even one of the waiters had to mention it, stating he’d never seen a married couple appear more in love than the pair of us. That made Mum burst into laughter as he walked away. “If only he knew,” she added quietly.