Over the next days, mum and I worked long and hard in the hotel, especially as mum needed to get up to date with the accounts. I suggested we employ a bookkeeper who would free mum up and allow her to concentrate on the more general work in the hotel. Mum didn't dismiss it, she wanted to be on top of her new system. The funeral was a big day, it was like Harry's, so many people from all walks of life. The lunch in the hotel was buzzing. A lot of the staff came to the funeral service as they had done for Harry, then went back to the hotel to work.
Mum had never once mentioned our kiss and cuddle evening, I hadn't mentioned it either, we were both working so hard. Mum was a superb organizer, she arranged for two of the hotel painters to redecorate Aunt Sal's bedroom in Harry's house. She gave all the clothes to a local charity. We now had the option of sleeping at Harry's or go home. We stayed at Harry's one night and since the kiss and cuddle night, we hadn't eaten at home once as we were still working in the evening.
Mum sat beside me at the funeral lunch, she looked gorgeous in the outfit I had previously complemented her in although I wished she was sitting opposite me, as her tits in that blouse looked amazing. Before the meal was served, mum leaned over and whispered, "I'm glad it's over now Jack, we can get on with our lives now."
Over the lunch mum said, "I got two duck breasts yesterday from the butcher, I think they may be bigger than the last ones. I'm looking forward to cooking them for us tonight, we need a night off."
It surprised me that mum had bought them yesterday for tonight's meal;, she had obviously given this some thought. Over lunch, mum gave me a lot of eye contact, she was certainly delicious eye candy in her outfit.
After lunch, the room cleared quickly and I went to drive mum home. Being the perfect gentleman, I opened the car door for her and held it open. My cock stiffened when mum sat in the passenger seat and her skirt slid up her thighs four inches, flashing me an inch of her bare thigh above the top of her self-supporting stockings. I also got a glimpse of a frilly laced red thong; I was sure mum had done this on purpose. I thought she had enjoyed the kiss and cuddle evening but the time wasn't right, she'd lost her sister that day. I had the feeling mum was making another move now, she'd waited until after the funeral. I thought, should I make the next move?
As we drove home, mum seemed a little nervous, she said, "Jack, when I was putting Sal's clothes away, I found several of her miniskirts, she must have kept them, mine are all long gone. I tried them on and they fitted me perfectly, I'd love to wear one for you tonight, would you like mummy to do that for you?"
I knew then, mum was ready and was trying to let me know. As we turned into our driveway, I put my hand on her right thigh, my pinkie touched her bare skin and as I squeezed her thigh suggestively, I said, "I'd love that mum but wear at least three-inch heels. Wear the blouse you're wearing but undo a couple more buttons, I'd also like to see you in the blouse braless, I'm sure you'll look stunning?"
Mum squeezed my thigh and said, "Let me surprise you, I want to see you casually dressed, too. Get a bottle of Chablis and I'll catch you in the lounge in a couple of minutes."
I changed into a T-shirt and pair of chinos, got a bottle of Chablis out of the fridge and everything set up on a tray and went into the lounge. I poured myself a glass and thought of mum in a miniskirt, I also thought how soft her skin felt when my pinkie touched her thigh. My cock was stiffening when I heard mum coming down the stairs.
I stood up when mum came into the lounge, she looked stunning in the miniskirt, which didn't cover the top of her self-supporting stockings. In her three-inch heels, her legs looked so long. Her blouse buttons were open and she was showing a lot of tit, which jiggled beautifully when she moved. I couldn't believe that mum had dressed like this for me. She was oozing sex, mum had a beautiful body. I said, "Mum, you are gorgeous, you are a very attractive woman."
"Jack, I'm so happy that you like this, it's been years since I've worn a miniskirt, but I feel comfortable in it. Would you like me to give you a twirl so you can see everything?"
"I'd love that mum but twirl slowly as I want to take it all in."
Mum smiled and turned around slowly in front of me, the miniskirt hugged her beautiful butt, which looked perfect, for her age, mum was gorgeous. As mum finished her twirl she said with a pleasant smile, "Jack, if you would like, I can dress like this when we're together in the house, would you like me to do this for you?"
"I'd love that mum but give me another twirl, this time if you could sway your beautiful hips a little as you turn, I could look at you all day, mum."
"Of course I'll do that for you darling, but I want a nice cuddle when I finish. Jack, do you think I'm sexy? I've lost a lot of confidence in myself. Is this how you want me to move my hips? I can give you a lovely circular motion if you would like?"
Mum's hips were moving like she was dry riding an imaginary cock in front of her. I couldn't believe we were speaking so openly and I was fixated on her hips moving so suggestively now. My cock was rock hard and the bulge in my chinos was so noticeable, I wanted to push mum to see how far she would go.
"Mum, you look so sexy, you're so open-minded, I like that. You know all the hip moves, I love how your big girls are jiggling, will you push them out for me?"
"Of course I will, would you like me to take my top off for you and I'll make them wobble for you? If my tops off you can play with my big girls when we cuddle, I loved what you did to them the last time we kissed."
