Nick spent the next month shadowing his boss Phil and getting to know the more finer points of his new job. That meant spending time at his boss's desk and having to work much more closely with Miss Jones.
Miss Jones was loving Nick being in such close proximity as she deliberately went out of her way to tease him but very subtly so as not to arouse suspicion with anyone else although enough to create a bulge in Nick's suit trousers from time to time.
'Nick, why don't you take Miss Jones out for lunch? We usually go out once a month to the nice little bistro pub around the corner. It will give you a chance to get to know one another and it can be unusually quiet around this time of day.'
Nick reluctantly agreed and was surprised when Miss Jones told Phil that it was a lovely idea.
As Phil had said the pub wasn't very busy and Miss Jones found a table in a quiet corner of the pub after asking Nick to bring her a lime and soda with ice.
Nick brought over the menu along with the drinks and they both ordered chicken salads,
Nick thought he better start the conversation going.
'So how have you liked working for Phil?'
'Oh he is such a sweet, lovely man. We get on very well. Especially if he does as he is told,' she replied in her plummy accent.
Nick looked at her and saw that she wasn't joking.
'So Nick. Tell me about yourself?'
Nick gave her the broad brush version of his life, telling her he was divorced, that he had one son, where he lived and where he was brought up.
'Tell me about your childhood!'
He told her about his father and that he was a Chartered Accountant but only now on a part time basis. He mentioned his mother was an ex headmistress.
'Oh,' she cut him off. 'Was she very strict with you as a child?'
Nick tried to skirt around the subject and told Miss Jones what a loving mother she was and that it was down to her that he stuck in at school and how she encouraged him all through university.
'So did you have a very messy divorce?'
Nick smiled and told her it went quite smoothly. He never mentioned her cheating or in fact went in to any detail about Cindy.
'Did your mother like her?'
Nick thought that it was a strange question and paused to think how to answer it.
'Don't worry I think I get what you are not telling me. I take it your ex wasn't very much like your mother?'
Nick told her that his ex wife was nothing like his mother. This seemed to please Miss Jones.
Nick fired some questions to Miss Jones. He found ou that she didn't live too far away from him but more out in the country and that she drove to Edgware where she caught the Underground train on the Northern Line into the city.
She told him that she still lived in her parents old home, that it was far too big for her but she could never get rid of it for sentimental reasons.
'Tell me more about your childhood. What was it like?'
Nick told her his Dad worked long hours and also had private clients that he saw in the evening and basically it was his mother that guided him through his formative years. He went on to say how much he appreciated his mother's guidance.
'Guidance. What a strange word.' thought Miss Jones.
After lunch they went back to the office and their work mode took over.
Nick arrived home to find that Toby had laid the table, put out a bottle of red wine and a couple of glasses.
'Hi Dad, we're having steaks tonight and you're cooking them.'
Nick looked at the wine and glasses and laughed.
'Nice try kid but no wine for you.'
'Oh come on Dad, I'm seventeen. I'm old enough to drive, I'm old enough to have sex and I'm old enough to fight for my country. And,' he said with some authority. 'I'm old enough to drink wine with a meal!'
Nick shook his head and smiled.
'You're smart Toby, I'll give you that. OK you can have a glass of wine, maybe two if you help me tidy up.
The meal was delicious. Both of them cleared their plates and then had a couple more glasses of wine.
By nine o'clock Nick was feeling tired and said goodnight to Toby.
He was lying in bed and began to think about Miss Jones. He wondered what it was about her that he was so attracted to.
He then began to think of his mother and the old feelings resurfaced.
Mrs Jordan was a tall woman, not beautiful but severe and handsome looking with short dark hair, a large chest, long legs and a well padded bottom. A direct contrast to her husband who was tall, skinny and quite boring.
She was strict with Nick, often spanking him when she thought his grades were not as good as they should be.
He remembered the bare bottom spankings.
He would have to drop his shorts or trousers and bend over his mother's knee. This usually happened just after she had arrived home from work and she was dressed in her headmistress uniform of a dark grey or blue suit consisting of jacket, silk blouse of various colours, her matching skirt that came down to her knees and her silky nylons.
She would give him a dozen swats on his covered bottom with the palm of her hand then she would slowly ease his underwear down to his ankles and proceed to smack his bottom hard for a few more minutes until he was sobbing and he promised to work harder.
As he got older he would find that he was getting an erection as his cock rubbed over her stockings while he was being punished.
As he was remembering all this he realised he had an erection again.
He once wondered if it turned his mother on as well when she spanked him. His question was answered when one afternoon after a punishment he went to his bedroom to change and heard grunts coming from his mother's room.
This carried on until he left to go to university. He remembered once near the end of term when he had just turned eighteen years of age being put over his mother's knee for another spanking she told him to strip completely. He was shocked but the look she gave him withered any hope of arguing.
He duly disrobed and they both noticed his sizable young cock was making its way to a full erection.
His mother took off her jacket and sat down on their special punishment chair, however this time she hiked up her skirt to reveal white suspenders holding up her dark grey stockings.
Nick groaned when he saw them which wasn't missed by his mother.
The spanking started as normal as his cock rubbed against her shiny stocking clad thighs and his cock became even harder.
Suddenly she sat back and opened her thighs which caused Nick's erection to drop between them but before he could do anything about it his mother quickly closed her thighs effectively trapping his rampant cock.
The spanking resumed with Nick's cock now rubbing alternatively between silk stocking and her bare thighs.
Nick could feel his balls tingling as he realised he was about to cum.
'Oh God, please Mum. No more. Please.'
His mother just kept on spanking then suddenly stopped and began playing with his little hole with the middle finger of her right hand.
Nick was moaning and humping his mother's thighs when she suddenly pushed her finger deep inside his arse.
He gargled something unintelligible as his cock erupted and he spurted his cum all over his mother's thighs and stockings.
