That last evening and night was simply wonderful. After mum had masturbated me to a magnificent climax that was celebrated by probably the largest cum I'd ever done we cleaned up. She came out of her bedroom into the lounge wearing a pink, cashmere vee neck sweater and the white shorts she'd been wearing earlier and still there was no sign of any vpl. The sweater didn't cling tightly to her but, from the amount of boob movement under the luxuriant wool it didn't seem as if she'd put them back into the bra or that she'd taken it off.
With the fervid vows of our love for each other still ringing in our ears we settled down for our last evening of the holiday. The atmosphere was hugely romantic and affectionate as we cuddled up on the couch with a bottle of wine and Netflix on the tv and watched a couple of episodes of The Crown. It was such an intimate and totally fucking horny evening where almost all the time we were touching and now and then kissing. Several times I tried to get things going again by brushing my hand against one of her tits or putting my hand onto bare leg but, as she usually did after something had happened between us, she'd switched off and seemed to have gone non-sexual.
Although we'd made huge strides today, especially this evening, in discussing and maybe even defining our relationship including the heartfelt admissions of loving each other as man and woman, that hadn't seemed to have loosened mum's sexual inhibitions. Whilst she was more 'touchy feely' than before and made no objection to me putting my arm around her shoulders and she cuddled up to me, I felt the resistance build up when my hand 'accidentally' touched one of her boobs or strayed further up her leg than she felt was reasonable. That said, what had gone on between us earlier and the atmosphere that had created, her obvious lack of a bra and, maybe, panties as well and all of my natural and, as some would say, unnatural feelings for her, made me keep trying.
As the evening wore on and we drank more wine we became more relaxed with each other, if that's possible with a woman who has just jacked off a guy, especially if that's her son? But we did. So, we talked more and naturally what we talked about was us.
"So, Peter, do you have a girl friend?" she asked when the we finished watching the second episode of the Crown and I was imagining shagging Princess Di thinking what a plonker Charles was and still is actually.
"No, nothing special."
"What's not special mean?"
"I see a couple but nothing special."
"Yea but what's that mean?" she persisted looking me right in the eyes.
"Well just birds er, you know?"
"No love I don't think I do."
"Well, I am sure you can guess," I said my hand slipping down from her shoulder onto her collar bone with my fingers dangling down her upper chest.
"What like playthings are they?"
"Sort of," I grinned at her choice of words as really that was exactly what they were, "You must remember what it's like at my age mum."
"Sort of shag 'em and leave 'em is it?"
"Yes something like that?" I replied quite thrilled at the what we were talking about.
"Have you had a serious girlfriend yet?" she asked taking hold of my hand and making me wonder if that was a sign of affection or a way of stopping my fingers going any nearer to the swell of her boobs which, of course I had been targeting.
"Not really no."
"Just favourite ones to shag then is it?"
"Yes mum that's about it, I mean what else is there?"
"Well that's different to what you were telling me about us earlier isn't it."
Probably a bit out of line I replied, without thinking. "Well we're not shagging are we mum?"
"No that's true love but we are doing other things aren't we?" she asked squeezing my hand with one of hers and stroking the back of it with the other. "And you do enjoy them don't you love?" she asked in almost a whisper.
""Yes of course I do and I love them and Jayne I want more so can we carry on when we get home?"
"We'll see when we're home but you're going away in a few days aren't you."
"But when I come home from uni?"
Infuriatingly but, I realised understandably she hedged her bets and replied with, "As I said love let's just wait and see."
"What's to see, we both love each other and want more don't we?"
"Yes, but it'll be different back home, with Sara there and your dad not far away."
"And other guys chasing you."
"Well that too," she smiled, adding, "Loads all the time."
"Is there mum?"
"No darling I avoid situations like that."
"What about the gym?"
"Well I can't avoid all men can I? Anyway, what about your couple of playthings will you be seeing them?"
"No because I'll be at uni won't I?
"Do you sleep with them?"
"How do you mean sleep mum."
