“Oh, sorry, let me do that…”
She took one of her hands off the bar to hold her hair close to her neck. The bike wobbled slightly but righted itself. I didn’t return my hand to the handlebar, but, instead, wrapped it around mum’s stomach. I could feel her breathing as the air went in and out. She leaned back into me.
“Raindrops keep…”
“…falling on my head”
“and just like a….wassock?”
“like a guy whose…”
“Well you know the movie, I don’t…..”
“Well only from the TV, I didn’t see the original……”
And so it was that, half an hour or so later, we rode into a small village. I left the bike with my mum inside a bus shelter and strode up its only street to the general supermarket. It had small amounts of everything. I received a bit of an odd look from the middle-aged woman behind the counter as I bought the bra and a packet of panties and a blouse and skirt which I thought might fit mum, and also more cotton wool and bandages as an afterthought, but otherwise I returned to her without incident.
“Here you go, try these for size..”
“Well, not exactly my style but I’ll reward your bravery for buying them…”
I stood on the outside of the shelter to protect her from any prying eyes as she, first, pulled on the skirt under her dress. Then she lifted the skirt from the back and whipped off her panties and placed them in my hand. They were warm.
I’d bought her a box of three…
“Ruby red, virginal white or, mmm, sexy black, all of them ever so slightly transparent..?”
“You’ve seen me in white, so let’s go for the black?”
“Wise choice Madam. You have something planned for the evening?”
I wished I could have taken that back, but mum only laughed.
“Ha, if only…”
The bra was a different proposition. She had to take her dress off to put it on. She could have turned her back to me but she didn’t. Her breasts jiggled as she played with the straps and put her arms behind her to fasten it.
“Let me…”
And she did, She turned round and lifted her hair so it wouldn’t get caught, and I fastened the bra for her.
“Mmmm, Eddie, it’s a perfect fit. How did you know my size?”
“Oh, er, … now the blouse?”
I took the blouse out of the bag and silently put her arm through one of the sleeves, then the other, and then I fastened it for her at the front, the backs of my fingers resting against her bosom.
“There you are – a real schoolma’am ….”
“You need a good spanking.”
It was now getting fairly late. The accident had set us back quite a bit and I wasn’t really sure how we should make our way home from here since we’d deviated from our original route and, of course, I’d left our maps in a side pocket of mum’s bag on her old bike.
We could either become hysterically frantic or we could say ‘c’est la vie’. We chose the latter. We didn’t get back on the bike – or rather, I didn’t get back on the bike. We rolled along the main street of the village, with mum sitting on it and me pushing it along with one hand, while my other hand was holding onto mum’s on the handlebar.
There was a pub. A pub! The village pub. I stopped pushing.