Todd looked at his mother’s naked body through the crack in the door.
Their holiday in Spain had been arranged to take their minds off the tragic car crash that had robbed Pauline of her husband and Todd of his father. Derek Smith had been on his way home from work when the runaway articulated truck first rammed his car and then just reduced to a hopeless mess of glass and metal. Somewhere inside was what was left of Derek’s body. Police said they had never seen a wreck as bad and identification in the normal way was impossible. Derek was finally identified by dental records.
It was the appearance of the young blonde woman at his funeral that twisted the knife in Pauline’s stomach. She immediately recognised her as his senior sales manager, with whom he’d had what he’d promised was no more than a one-night stand after a drunken office party three years before. No words were exchanged between the women. They were both there to mark Derek’s passing, but the looks that went between said it all. Clearly, Derek and his blonde colleague had enjoyed much more than one night together. Pauline neither wanted to know more or to talk to the woman, but she knew – as she always really had deep inside – that she’d been sharing her husband with another woman for at least the last three years.
She kept it all from Todd, who readily agreed to join her – two months after the funeral - on a fortnight in Spain. “Let’s recharge the batteries,” she’d said, “and just chill – you and me, the sun, the sea and the sand.”
In Todd’s mind the added ingredient of “…and the sex” also sprang forward, as he looked forward to the opportunity of meeting nubile young girls stretched out on a Spanish beach, by the hotel pool or, maybe, even in the bar or disco.
Four days in and it became clear that there was little or no action of that sort available. The few young women there were with new husbands or boyfriends, the rest of the local resident and tourist population being well over 40. “So much for getting away out of season,” he complained to himself.
He certainly didn’t want to burden his physical frustrations on his mother who after the first 48 hours was starting to unwind and look better than she had for years, soaking up the sun at every opportunity. She had even now switched from her all-in-one swimsuit to a pale blue bikini, skimpy in the extreme.
Todd realised that he had never properly taken on board what a good looking woman his mother was, and as he lay beside her by the pool, he became aware of the effect that her body was having on his. As he ran his eye across her breasts, still full and beautiful at the age of 39, her perfectly shaped bottom and fantastically long legs, he felt his cock harden.
Two thoughts instantly crossed his mind. One said, “What are you doing? It’s your mother!” while the other wondered why he had never been aware of her like this before. He answered the latter by recalling the shapeless floppy sweaters and old-fashioned jeans that she seemed to wear every day. “So,” he mused, “underneath that dowdy, mumsy exterior was a babe!”
If Pauline noticed his physical response to her, she didn’t let on, but that night, in their hotel suite, Todd found himself peeking through the crack in her door to watch her change. After coming back from the pool, she’d showered and after towelling herself dry had applied some after-sun lotion. Now she was about to dress and she apparently absent-mindedly turned towards the door as she went to pull on her panties.
She glanced up as she turned and saw him. She opened the door before he could move.
“Todd! What are you doing?”
“S-s-sorry, Mum, I couldn’t help it. You are just so beautiful…”
“And what’s all that about?” she pointed at his erection poking forwards in his swimming trunks.
