Tuesday morning was the same as Monday; gran woke up Jack with sucking his cock, they had a great session then gran made Jack's breakfast as Jack showered. Gran was so happy with the lamb; she would roast it in the oven slowly for three hours; they were both looking forward to dinner tonight. Jack got the train again, mum had sent Jack a message late last night, but Jack and gran had an early night, and he didn't pick it up until this morning. Mum had suggested the Italian restaurant; it was only a couple of minutes walk so nobody needed to drive. Jack replied, "Mum, I had an early night last night; I was tired and was asleep early. I'll book a table this morning for Friday evening at seven. Tonight gran has invited my old teacher, Sister Helen, for dinner. We have lamb; I'm looking forward to seeing her again. She was my favourite teacher. Gran was telling me that she is no longer a nun; she has retired from teaching and is now a pensioner. I hope all is good with you and Jean doesn't annoy you anymore. I'm looking forward to Friday. I keep looking at your Camel's Toe picture; it's beautiful. I love you, Jack xx."
Jack had a busy morning; he had phoned and booked a table at the Italian restaurant. He was now in the cafeteria for some lunch. Mum had not responded to his message of this morning. Jack wondered what was happening, was mum too busy at her conference? Was mum alarmed at Helen coming to grans for dinner? Should Jack not of mentioned mum's beautiful Camel's Toe? Jack knew that mum would answer as soon as possible, but he had sent the message over four hours ago.
As Jack was having his coffee his phone beeped, mum's message read, "Jack, I've had a busy morning; I couldn't reply at my break as I was speaking with Jean, she apologised for how she treated me. She wanted me to visit her after the conference still, but I told her that I'd already changed my flight. Anyway, I want to be with you on Friday night; Jean has a dinner date with another man this evening. I think that she's working her way through all the men here."
"Helen is a lovely lady; she's been a good friend to me over the years. I see Helen often, she's the older woman that I told you about. I wanted to be honest with you, that's why I'm telling you this. Please don't tell Helen that I've told you this. I felt it better that I told you. Helen knows how I feel about you. I know that she likes you. She said that you were a young gentleman. I'll be interested to hear tomorrow how tonight goes. Tonight, I'll take a picture of a pair of my new leggings; they are flesh coloured and very tight fitting. I thought of you a lot this morning. I love you, mum, xx."
Jack was a little relieved with mum's reply; he was pleased with mum's honesty about Helen. He wondered why mum had not mentioned gran, did mum know that gran was having sex with Helen too? Was mum and gran having sex also? It was a possibility, but how could Jack find out?
Jack replied, "Mum, I'm glad that you're coming to me on Friday. I am looking forward to tomorrow morning and seeing you in your new leggings. I wonder how gran will be tonight when Helen is here. Gran's wearing very sexy clothes around the house. She's wearing lots of low cut tops which show her big tits and leave nothing to the imagination. Gran is now giving me cuddles at every opportunity. Should I respond to this? To be honest, I feel comfortable when she does it. I think of you all the time, love Jack xx."
A couple of hours later Jack got his reply; he was happy when he read it, mum wrote, "Jack, don't worry about gran, I think that she's trying to make herself attractive for you. Flirt with her; if she responds and you would like to go a little further, you are both adults. I would say the same with Helen, flirt with her too, if she responds then, once again, if you want to take it further. We are all not young girls on our first date. If an older woman makes a play for you, then it's up to you to respond. I know one thing for sure, I'll be making a play for you on Friday. I have another seminar. I love you, mum, xx."
Jack smiled then replied, "Mum, don't be surprised if I make a play for you on Friday. I wish it were Friday! I love you, Jack xx."
On the train home, Jack's phone beeped, mum wrote, "So you know, I'll be doing the same. I have a lovely outfit to travel in; I also have a beautiful outfit for Friday night. I wish it were Friday too. I love you, mum, xx."
There was a VW Polo in gran's drive; Jack wondered if that was Helen's car. He opened the front door and heard voices coming from the lounge; Jack said out loud, "Hi gran, I'm home; there's a beautiful smell coming from the kitchen."