Chapter 3

Tim's jaw dropped open in shock as his mother turned away and walked to the bar, he was still staring at her when she looked over her shoulder and giggled at the expression on his face.

"I don't believe you" he said challengingly when she returned with their drinks,

Setting the drinks down, she took out a cigarette and lit it,

"Tim, what you said about when you met me for the first time worked both ways you know"

He looked at her but obviously didn't get it,

"You said you saw me as a woman, not as your mother which is perfectly understandable"

"I did mum and a gorgeous woman too"

They grinned at each other and Tim reached over to take her hand,

"Well I saw you in the same way, I saw a good looking young man, one who didn't seem to care about much at all, especially my money"

"I didn't know you'd got money mum"

"Exactly!" she laughed, "All right I'm your mother and finding you has given me more pleasure than anything else in my life, anything else at all, but and this is a big but Tim"

He could see she was struggling to find the words, so without speaking, he moved over to sit next to her,

"Go on mum, you were going to say that you didn't see me as your son weren't you?"

"Yes" she gripped his hand in hers, "Yes I was, is that awful?"

"It's just the way I felt mum, I told you that"

"And now?"

"I'm confused mum" he sipped his drink and considered his next words carefully, "Are we being totally honest mum?"

"Of course"

He reached for her cigarettes and took one out, lighting it he inhaled and let the smoke out slowly,

"I still fancy you mum, I think you're what the lads would call, a real woman!"

She blushed and Tim felt his heart swelling, he leaned closer to her and whispered in her ear,

"I can't stop thinking about you being naked under your skirt when I danced with you"

"I wasn't naked" she giggled, "I had stockings on"

"Stockings?" his eyes lit up,

"Yes, I never wear tights"

"Wow"

"Before I keep my half of the "being totally honest" bit, I need another drink"

"Ok, I'll get them" as he reached for their glasses, he kissed her on the cheek and whispered,

"Never?"

"Never"

He reached the bar and jumped in surprise as she walked past him and patted his backside,

"Just nipping to the loo darling"

She returned grinning, to find him already back at their table,

"Your turn mum" he smiled at her as she sat down close to him and took his hand again,

"I've always believed that actions speak louder than words Timmy"

"Well, yes I suppose so"

"They do Timmy, believe me they do"

As she spoke, she opened her handbag and put her hand inside it,

"That's why I've done this, close your eyes"

Laughing, he closed his eyes as Joan took out her hand and pressed a delicate scrap of lace into his hand.

"That's my answer Timmy"

He opened his eyes and looked down at little pink panties she'd taken off in the loo"

"Oh God mum" he said softly, "Now what?"

She giggled and leaned into him,

"Are you embarrassed?"

He looked down to where the swellings of her breasts were visible over the top of her blouse and wondered if the zip of his trousers was in good order!

"Not really mum, nervous is probably a better word"

"I've got nothing on for the rest of the day, so do you think it would help if we stayed for a few more drinks, just to help us both relax?"

"Definitely mum, yes that would be great, but can I ask you something first?"

"Of course darling"

"Are you wearing stockings now?"

Without speaking, she took his hand and guided it onto her knee, when at first he left it there, she giggled and placed both their hands just beneath the hem of her skirt.

"That's for you to find out for yourself" she whispered and taking her hand off his, leaned forward to hide his actions from anyone who might wonder what he was doing.

Slowly, tentatively his hand moved upwards as she sat coolly sipping her drink, only when she felt his fingertips on the naked flesh of her thigh above the stocking, did her face betray any emotion at all.

A sharp intake of breath made Tim smile and he withdrew his hand quickly,