They both lay spread-eagled on the blanket, exhausted after fucking, their sweat covered bodies slowly drying under the hot sun. Tom was the first to recover, turning on his side as he gazed up and down his mother’s body, admiring her curves and feeling more for her than just a son’s love. She was fit he decided, her haircut had taken years off her and her breasts were magnificent, while she had the very slightest sign of a belly, most of the young girls nowadays were no different. Her legs were shapely, and he found himself wondering what they would look like in thigh boots, one of his sexual fantasies.
Jessica was slowly returning to reality, she had never felt so alive as she did at that moment, even though she was well and truly fucked. She felt young again, though it was accompanied by an underlying fear, she was falling for her son, it was not just the sex, it was everything about him and the way he treated her, and it scared her. Putting the thoughts to one side, she turned to face him, smiling as she saw the lascivious look on his face, ecstatic that she could still excite someone so much younger than herself.
‘Will you take me out this evening?’ she asked him, ‘Not the village, but into town. ‘I fancy going clubbing.’ Tom could not help but smile, wondering how many years it had been since his mother had last seen the inside of a club, but if that was what she wanted, then he was happy to oblige.
‘Jess, it would be my privilege to take you anywhere to want to go.’ More and more he was calling her by her name, whilst in his head, she was still his mum, it was becoming easier just to call her ‘Jess’.
They showered early and had a bite to eat before getting changed, Tom downstairs dressed and just ordering a cab when he heard her descend. He turned to look at her as he finished on the phone, blown away with her appearance, she was wearing a white dress which was partially transparent, her intimate area’s covered by embroidery, it was obvious that she was braless, her nipples making two mounds in the flimsy material. She did a twirl for him as he noticed that she must be wearing a thong because there was definitely no panty line. The dress was short, barely enough to cover her arse and upper thighs.
‘I hope the cab comes soon,’ Tom remarked, ‘Otherwise you are not going to be wearing that for long or make it out of this house tonight’.
Jessica couldn’t help but laugh, the dress had been bought purposefully to elicit that type of comment and if it hadn’t been for the fact that the cab was due, she would have raped her son there and then. The sound of a horn outside brought both of them back to reality as they went out and jumped into the back of the vehicle. It deposited them in town as together they went in search of their first bar.
By the third hostelry, Jessica was enjoying herself, while in the village, everyone would have recognised them, in this part of town they were anonymous, just another couple out enjoying themselves. Between venues, they linked arms and inside the bars, they continually touched each other, occasionally kissing. There was one thing that Jessica had started to notice and that was the number of envious looks she was getting as they entered each bar. Young women, even when accompanied would look at them when they entered and she could tell by their eyes, that they were sizing Tom up and wondering what their chances were.