When we had finished getting everything ready for tomorrow, I went up for a shower and changed into a lightweight pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt. We sat together on the sofa to watch TV.
Mum was a bit tired as she hadn't got very much sleep the night before, I can't think why. My arm was around her and her head was on my shoulder. I have to say it did feel incredibly good having her snuggled up to me on the sofa like this.
The program we had been watching was ending and the next one was only a 'God Spot' program. I was about to flick through the channels looking for something else, when she sat up and said, "Never mind the television, I think we need to talk."
I realised from the tone of her voice this wasn't a request it was an instruction. I turned off the TV, put the remote down and said, "Oh dear! This sounds serious. Shall I get us both a glass of wine because that sounds as if at least one of us might need one?"
She gave a nervous giggle. "You know me too well Mark, but yes, I think a glass of wine would be nice."
Returning from the kitchen with two glasses of white wine, I saw mum was now sitting in the armchair facing the sofa. Obviously this was not a talk she wanted to have while we were cuddling. Shame that, I was rather enjoying that little cuddle. Putting her glass on the coffee table I sat back down on the sofa facing her.
Taking a sip from my glass I put it down and said, "OK! What's on your mind mum?"
Mum carefully put her glass down and said, "When you walked in on Claire and I this morning, you must have realised that we are a little closer than just 'friends'. Did you tell Geoff what you saw when you brought the tea up?"
"No" I replied, "As I said at the time, 'Whatever happens in Vegas . . .' If you want him to know about you will have to tell him yourselves."
"Does it bother you that Claire and I have this kind of 'friendship' Mark?"
I thought for a moment and then said, "You and Geoff did seem to be getting on quite well last night, so I don't think either you or Claire are lesbians. If we have to find a 'label' to fit what I 'walked in on' this morning, shall we say that both of you ladies are possibly 'bisexual' and are very close friends? I do think though, to prevent misunderstandings in the future, assuming that you want the relationship with Geoff to continue, it might be a good idea if he knew. I know him quite well and I don't think he will be any more worried about it than I am. He really does like you a lot and I know he hopes last night wasn't a 'one night stand', I think it might be better if he knew."
Mum was quiet for almost a minute and then she said, "I agree and I'll talk to Claire tomorrow about the best way to tell him, because obviously this concerns her too. I do want last night to be more than a 'once only' event in my life too. Thank you for your tact and consideration Mark."
"No problem mum," I said, "Can I ask how long have you and Claire been . . . 'Close friends'?"
Mum grinned. "There is no need to be afraid to say the word Mark," she said, "We have been lovers since the year after James was killed. Claire sunk into depression and she needed a lot of emotional support. She had to rebuild her life and she had a son to look after and he had just lost his father as well. Much of this support fell to me because as you know, we have been best friends since our schooldays."
"It was the first wedding anniversary after the accident, I knew she would need me so I had gone round to be with her. Geoff was in bed and we were just sitting together on the sofa, talking, when, out of the blue, she began to cry and I put my arms around her to comfort her. I don't remember how it happened or who started it, but we kissed. That kiss became a second and, well, somehow it seemed right to both of us and we ended up in bed together. Sometimes when we get together and one of us needs comfort and support, if the opportunity arises, let's say we help each other through those times. As you found last night, when she thinks about James, sometimes even now she gets rather emotional. I have been through some difficult times with your father too Mark, so don't think this is a one way thing, there have been many times she has been there for me when I have needed someone as well."
"Your father hadn't shown very much interest in me as a woman for some time and us women have our needs too. We sometimes just need to hold and be held by someone who cares. What you walked in on this morning was a little different though. It wasn't an 'emotional moment' because of James, like last night's was, or me finding out that your father was screwing someone else . . . Again. This time, by the way, is the third time that he has cheated on our marriage, that I know about. I suspect there have been more. He was always a smooth talker with plenty of charm and women like him. You have inherited his looks but hopefully not his ways.
You could say that what you saw this morning was a celebration of last night's success, although I must admit that we hadn't allowed for you walking in on us and seeing what you did."
I picked up my glass and went and knelt on the floor between her feet. Handing her wine glass to her I touched our glasses together in a toast. "To us," I said, "All of us. Dad must be out of his mind to be playing around with his secretary when he has you at home. Geoff is my best friend and I know from what he has said to me, he is aware of how lucky he feels to have you, but if circumstances had been different, I assure you he would have faced some very stiff competition for your attention from me."
Mum gave me a strange look and then drank the rest of her glass of wine.
I emptied my glass too and, taking her empty glass from her, I put them both down on the table. She was still looking at me in that odd way and then she spoke.
"Do you really mean that Mark?" she said. "Do you really think I am that attractive? I know most boys think their mothers are nice looking, but do you really think I am still that attractive, as a woman?"
I leaned forward and this time it was me who planted what was definitely not a 'mother and son' kiss on her lips. Our tongues clashed and she slid forward in the chair, spreading her thighs around me and drawing me closer. Our bodies pressed together and I was very much aware that all there was between her pussy and my erect cock were her panties and my sweatpants.
As my erection pressed against her, she groaned, her hips pressed forward and her legs locked around my thighs, holding me tightly to her body.
Breaking the kiss she released me, "WOW! You think I am as attractive as that," she said quietly, "I think perhaps you had better sit back down on the sofa Mark."
A little reluctantly I stood up to resume my seat on the sofa. Mum picked up our glasses and handed them to me. "I also think we could both do with another drink," she said.
When I returned with the wine mum was looking more nervous than I ever remember seeing her.
"Sit down." she said as I put her glass down in front of her.
When I was seated she said, "Claire and I were talking before you brought up the tea this morning, comparing how we felt about how the night had gone."
