Our last night spent in mum's bed but do we fuck?.
As they say, 'all good things come to an end' and this holiday was doing just that. It was our last day and night as tomorrow, a Friday, we were flying home at four in the afternoon. We'd decided to spend the day around the pool finishing off our tans so I was looking forward to an extended boobs show from mum. I was hoping that she would at last have plucked up the courage to move around topless rather than just having them bare when lying down. And I got lucky. I have no idea what was different today nor what prompted her to get up, walk to the pool, get in and do a few, slow lengths without putting on her bra. But she did and it was awesome.
I was sitting a little way away from her in the shade and she was in the full sun with it shining right onto her gorgeously bare tits. I just hoped she didn't burn them or her nipples as I was, probably rather ambitiously, hoping to get a lick or suck of them later. I was half asleep when I heard her moving and whether it was due to that or other reasons, she didn't pick up her bra when she stood up. And like that standing beside the sunbed she looked fucking brilliant with those nice full, slightly saggy mum tits with big nipples wonderfully bare. And it just got better and better as she walked towards the pool not looking at me at all. I assumed this was purposeful as she knew full well how much I adored her tits as she'd seen me staring at them often enough. Also, I had told her how I loved them particularly when she showed them to me in my room and when she let me kiss and suck them that afternoon in that rocky cove on the way home from lunch.
Despite her avoiding my lustful gaze, the short twenty or thirty metres from her sunbed to the pool was just about the most erotic walk I had ever seen. With each step, they jiggled and swayed most alluringly if you are being polite and fucking sexily if you're not, and I wasn't. Obviously, my cock reacted to the wonderful display of feminine beauty and eroticism and as she swam languidly up and down the pool it got harder and harder. And when she got out and momentarily looked as if she was going to walk towards me to maybe dry her front as I had on the beach, it felt as though I might cum there and then. But no, alas or fortunately she didn't and walked so fucking seductively back to her sunbed with her arse and hips swaying wonderfully almost in tune with the jiggling of her tits.
Emily came home around four and joined us for lemonade by the pool. I was amazed when mum, after picking up her bra and starting to putting it on, put it down again when Emily said, "Don't worry about me love, I've seen plenty of those at the shop and er......." she said pausing to glance at me before adding, "and elsewhere."
"Yes, I bet you have," mum replied making me wonder whether anything had gone on between them and that, of course made me question whether she was a les or bi. Fuck, sex with older women can be bloody confusing '
"Actually, I won't be home all night so I'll leave you two lovebirds together on your last night," she told us after we'd been chatting for a while.
Although I am quite a ballsy little bugger that embarrassed me especially because as she said it, she held firstly mum's and then my gaze. It was as if she knew something had been going on between us and it made me wonder whether mum had told her anything. That was made worse when beautifully dolled up she said just before wafting off in the hundred grand or so of her Porsche Taycan. "So, the place is all yours for the night but don't get up to anything I wouldn't do, will you?"
"Well, that should give us wide choice then, shouldn't it?" mum said grinning from Emily to me and then back again.
I still couldn't work Emily out. On the one hand my typical young, male enthusiasm attracted me to her because she was tasty to look at, feisty in spirit and bloody sexy. Her suggested lesbianism, or bisexuality as mum had, rather knowingly it seemed to me, amended it to, was a massive added attraction and the way she flirted with me, and mum was just the icing on the cake. Without doubt, but for my feelings for mum and what was going on between us I would have had a crack at her and being rather cocky, I was pretty sure I'd get her.
Being our last day in the sun before returning to the British turgid excuse for a summer, Mum and I sat around until the sun went behind the mountains at around six when we went indoors to change and mum said, "Shall we stay in or go out somewhere?"
"Have we got any food?"
"Well, I can always do some pasta and we've got that nice crusty bread and there's plenty of wine."
"Do we have to decide now?" I asked looking at her standing in the kitchen in a black bikini with, regrettably the bra on.
"Well, what we do will determine what I wear won't it?"
"Or you can wear whatever you wish and let that decide where we go couldn't you?" I said in a rather smartarse way.
"What do you mean?"
"You could stay as you are which means we stay in."
"Oh I see," she grinned.
"Or take it off and we could go to bed, couldn't we?" I said, smiling and chancing my arm.
"Now, now young man, be careful, don't start all that again."
I quickly came back with, "Oh don't worry Jayne, I would be, I'd even wear two condoms if you want."
That made her giggle as she replied. "There'd be absolutely no need for them."
"What you prefer bareback do you, funny that so do I."
"Okay, two things," she said picking up her sundress and slipping it on.
"Okay, what are they?"
"Well firstly I'm protected and secondly you won't be going there."
"Spoilsport," I said with big grin.
"Now, stop talking like that and we'll stay in and have the pasta, okay?"
"Fine by me mum."
"Mmmm that's better too."
"What is?"
"That I'm mum not Jayne."
"Oh no, that's just verbally cos visually and in my mind you are very much Jayne."
"Okay let's stop, I'm gonna shower and get changed."
"Okay Jayne two things," I said mimicking her.
"What? Go on then."
"Firstly, don't put on too much and secondly can I watch?"
I'm not sure just what it was that had created the mood where we could chat at such an intimate and flirty level but it carried on as we prepared dinner after we'd both showered and changed. Actions, unfortunately, didn't speak louder than words as she showered in her ensuite bathroom the door of which I heard her locking. Nevertheless, whether it was to appease me, because it was warm or as another of her come ons, she didn't wear much. Quite short and nice and tight around her mound and arse, white shorts without, I noticed any vpls. On top she had a thin, pale blue tank with narrow, spaghetti, I think they're called, straps over her shoulders with, regrettably, a couple of other straps as well showing she was wearing a bra, fuck it.
We had a drink outside by the pool as the pasta was simmering or boiling or whatever the hell you do with pasta, then at just after eight we went inside to eat. It was, probably just about warm enough to eat outside but it was getting chilly and it wasn't worth the effort of carting everything from the kitchen to the pool to eat pasta that would be cold by the time we'd had a few mouthfuls.
Whether it was by design or just by chance the lighting in the kitchen was dim, there was some nice music playing on the radio and the whole scene was quite romantic or, as I thought of it, fucking horny. Mum sat at the head of the small, rectangular table and I sat to her left just as I had when we had lunch in that bar before our fateful walk along the beach where she'd made me cum.
I have no idea why I suddenly blurted it out, probably a combination of the atmosphere, it being our last night and the wine, that I was back on, but I asked her, "Do you miss being married and dad, mum?"
Pausing for a moment or two as she presumably thought about how to respond, our eyes met, she smiled and said, "No not really miss being married or him but there are aspects of marriage that I do miss."
"Well go on then," I said having no understanding of what she meant as I refilled our glasses for the second time.
