Once back at the hotel, we grabbed an early dinner before heading upstairs back to our room. I wasn’t sure what Mum wanted to do so I figured I’d let her take the lead. I’d learned to my surprise that she often liked me to take control but, this time, I’d let her take charge. Unsurprisingly, we ended up in the hot-tub again, Mum laying back against me as we enjoyed soaking in hot water and plenty of bubbles. Mum relaxed as my hands wandered her body, all the way from her thighs to her shoulders. She certainly enjoyed it from the moans she occasionally made though I barely touched her pussy or breasts, so I learned something new at least.
The water eventually cooled and Mum shooed me out of the bathroom, grabbing a couple of bags she’d bought and telling me to wait until she was dressed. I sat on the edge of the bed, twiddling my thumbs, listening as Mum sang to herself in the bedroom. I heard the hairdryer at least, so I knew she was drying her hair, but had little idea what else she was up to.
The door opened perhaps twenty minutes to half an hour later. I stood up as Mum appeared and the sight took my breath away. She was dressed in a figure hugging but strapless red dress, showing off her shapely breasts, down to her waist and over her hips, ending about halfway down her thighs. My eyes continued south as she was also wearing a small pair of red heeled shoes. I heard Mum ask me what I thought as my eyes wandered north again, taking in every single inch of her, noticing the cleavage on display as I gazed at her face, noticing the faint make-up she’d applied, the lipstick that accentuated her lips and the eyeshadow that helped bring her eyes to life, if even that was required, considering I found those her most attractive feature.
I was simply left dumbstruck and, for once, Mum actually appeared awkward standing in front of me, so different to the confident woman she usually was.
“So… What do you think?” she asked quietly.
I couldn’t put what I thought into words. I simply walked forward and wrapped my arms around her and continued to gaze into her eyes. The look she returned suggested everything and nothing in return before she obviously stood up on her tippy-toes to kiss me, the gentlest of kisses that actually said everything. I could only cup and gently stroke her cheek with my thumb, still unable to say anything. Beautiful didn’t even begin to describe her. I simply didn’t have the vocabulary. She then surprised me even more as I noticed a few tears escape her eyes.
“Can we go out?” she finally asked, “I want to go out with you. I want to go out with my son but with my son as my… partner. My lover. My one and only. I know we can’t tell anyone, but I want to go out, you and I. No-one has to know but… I want to be with you, out there, for everyone to see. I want to be with my man, even if it’s only this one time.”
I kissed her gently on the lips. “Give me a few minutes, Mum. Then we can go out. Just you and me,” I whispered.
I had brought clothes for this type of occasion, just in case. Mum watched me as I dressed in a fine pair of trousers, a pressed shirt, a new tie she’d bought for me that day, putting on a pair of polished black dress shoes before throwing on a jacket. Normally I would have been happy with that, but I was doing this for her, so added some of the cologne that she loved.