The Interview

I leaned over and gently took the glass from her hand. "I think that your goalposts have been moved quite far enough for one day" I said, "I don't want to be accused of taking advantage of you when you have been drinking."

Her naughty grin faded and I couldn't help but notice her knees moved a little apart as she leaned forward and I had another momentary glimpse of her panties. Taking my hands in hers; she looked straight into my eyes and said, "If I can take that as a promise, perhaps it would be better if I stayed sober, then no-one will be able to accuse you of that."

I couldn't believe I had really heard what she had just said. As the implications sunk in I was genuinely shocked. "M ....." I was about to say 'Mum', when her finger touched my lips to silence me.

Suddenly all pretence of being slightly drunk had gone. "Mum isn't here" she whispered, "She is 100 miles away and you are here with Sarah." Her eyes held mine as she smiled and continued, speaking quietly. "In case you didn't notice, I allowed my skirt to ride up far more than was decent as we drove here. I then waited for you to open the car door for me, to make sure you could get a good look up my dress, which, if you need me to remind you, is where you have just looked again. What colour panties am I wearing John?"

I gulped and whispered "White M... sorry, I mean Sarah."

"So you did notice then" she said, smiling, "John, I know you have a 'thing' about ladies in stockings so I bought these hold-up stockings, took off my tights and put them on in the changing room at that M&S store. Why didn't I ask for a second room when we checked in? I know that places like this don't do single rooms so I knew that when we got to your room it would be a double. When the maid brought the extra pillows and towels, did I tell her they wouldn't be needed because I intended getting my own room?"

"No Sarah" I said quietly.

"Did I ask her to make up the sofa bed for one of us to sleep on?

I took a big drink emptying my glass of lager. My throat had suddenly gone very dry. "No, you didn't" I said.

"I am not completely naive John" she said, "That just confirmed what the hotel staff expected, we would both be sleeping in the bed. We would be sleeping there together. Sleeping together, in a double room, with only that double bed made up for use. Why would they have assumed that John? What relationship do they think exists between us?"

"They assume that we are lovers" I whispered, hardly daring to think what I had just said.

"Good boy" she said, "I was beginning to wonder if you would ever figure it out. Now, as we explored the facilities I mentioned several times how nice the hotel was, that the Spa looked very good indeed and how much I would like to stay here with you. At last the penny dropped and you did what I had been hinting you should do ever since we arrived, you popped out to phone Jenny, that's Caroline's mum. Doing that one thing not only made it possible for me to stay, but confirmed what I already knew, that you wanted me to. I didn't exactly put up very much of an argument against it, did I?"

"No Sarah" I said.

"I had already decided to reschedule my appointment, but the suggestion had to come from you, it sounded so much better that way. I told you that your Dad is sleeping with his secretary and wants a divorce, but I didn't object when you made the obvious comparison between them sharing a room and a bed and us doing the same. I knew you wouldn't let me sleep on that couch and even told you that you mustn't think about what Dad would be doing with his secretary in their bed, which almost guaranteed that you couldn't help but be thinking about it. Good grief son, I even told you that I haven't had sex for over a year."

"I am not blind; I have seen the way you look at me when you think no-one is watching. How, when no one else is around, you always find some reason to be as close to me as you can get, how you use any excuse to put your arm around me or hold my hand. Your father has been so wrapped up in his own affair that he hasn't noticed, but I have John. At first I thought it was something you would grow out of, but if anything it seems to be getting even more intense."

"I have been dropping huge hints ever since we arrived that if you made an approach you would not be rejected. When you told me that you found me attractive I thought 'at last he is going to admit how he feels about me', but every 'Come On' I sent out, you blushed and ignored. I can't think what more I can do. The only way I could put out a bigger 'WELCOME' mat for you than I already have, is to do what I am going to do now."

"Your agreement that our arrangements this week are never to be discussed with anyone else is still binding. I consider this conversation to be part of that agreement. If it is ever spoken about to anyone else I will deny it ever took place."

"Time is not on my side, we are only here for four nights and all my hints don't seem to be working very well, so I think it best if I lay my cards on the table. Just so there is no misunderstanding I will spell it out for you. For the past year I have been having a torrid affair with my washing machine on the spin cycle and I actually need something better than that. I don't want or need another cheating, lying rat like your father, so that 'Peter' had no chance at all. I could quite easily find someone like him at any time if that was what I wanted, but I don't. What I do want, more than anything else I can think of right now, is for you to get into that bed beside me tonight and to hold me. Heaven help me, but the fact is, the one I really want is you."

"Now, it's not too late for me to go to reception and ask for another room, but you gave me the impression you were quite happy for us to share that room. A room which, may I remind you, has just one double bed in it. There is no need for you to put that bolster in the bed between us because if you get into that bed beside me tonight, I will tell you now if you do it will end up on the floor."

"I am now going up to the room to tidy up and get ready for dinner. If you want the sleeping arrangements I have just outlined, to be how we sleep for the next four nights; you have 30 minutes to come up to the room. If you do, I want you to knock three times on the door and wait."

"If this is not what you want to happen, I will accept that I have misread the situation and I will meet up with you back here in the bar and we will go in to dinner together. There is no need for embarrassment, when I come back to the bar I will have already been to reception, checked myself into another room, and this conversation never took place."

She took a quick look around and then she stood up. She adjusted her skirt, deliberately giving me another lovely view of her stocking tops and panties as she did so, then she smoothed down her dress, leaned down and kissed me. She whispered, "I do love you John, much more than I really should. I know what I have suggested is considered very wrong, but we both know it does happen and, heaven help me, I would love it to happen between us. I am not drunk, I am fully aware of what I am suggesting. So now you know my feelings, but it takes two and this has to be your choice. If you don't want this, just stay here. This conversation never happened and it will never be mentioned ever again."

As she straightened up and stepped back I came up out of my chair and stood before her. Looking directly into her eyes, I gently took hold of her upper arms, firmly guided her back to her chair and sat her down. My right hand slid down her arm and took hold of her left hand, while with my left hand I slid her glass, which still had some brandy in it, across the table, replacing it in front of her. "It would be such a shame to waste this, wouldn't it" I said. Then, without taking my eyes from hers I went down onto one knee and kissed the back of her hand, which I was still holding in my right. Then, with my eyes gazing in adoration into hers, I slowly clenched my left fist and gently, but quite deliberately, knocked three times on the table.

Mum just sat for a moment and stared at me. "Are you sure?" she asked, "You do realise what a huge step I am suggesting here?"

I took a deep breath. "You have laid your cards on the table and told me what you would like to happen between us" I said, "Please stay for a few more minutes and let me do the same."

I got to my feet and returned to my seat, facing her. "When you sent me out of M&S today, yes, I was looking at that lingerie and I was daydreaming" I said. "The thoughts you offered me a penny for you can now have for free. I was imagining how much more beautiful those things would look if you were wearing them. Since long before I went to University, every girl I have ever met or gone out with, I have compared to you. While I was at University I was approached by several of the male students and one of the lecturers as well, all hoping to have a sexual relationship with me. They thought I was gay because I appeared to have no interest at all in girls. I politely refused them and explained away my apparent lack of interest by saying 'This course is about my future and I need to concentrate on that for now, there will be plenty of time for girls after I graduate'. The real reason for that apparent lack of interest in any of the girls around me was, quite simply, none of those girls could even hold a candle to you. My ideal woman is you. It has always been you. I think you are perfect."

"Mum! Just being in the same room as you makes me feel good. Good about life, good about everything, because to me you are everything. I was trapped, I love you, but how could I tell you that? You are my mother and still married to my father. You're completely out of my reach. Even watching you from afar was a huge risk because how I felt about you must have showed and if anyone noticed I was sure I would be sent away. Just being near to you and not be able to touch you is sometimes like torture for me, but not to be allowed to be anywhere near you at all would be a thousand times worse."

"For the last year I have been aware that things have not been right between you and Dad and they appeared to be getting worse. Today you told me the reason for that and that you are going to divorce him. Have you any idea how that piece of information has completely messed up my head and my emotions. Yes, I love Dad too, but that love is nothing like what I feel for you. What I cannot understand is why he would do what he has been doing. He holds the greatest prize in the world in his hands and he is walking away from her; and for what? For a pretty piece of skirt that wants him now, but will probably want someone else in a couple of year's time. He must be - No! He is a fool. In his place it would have taken a team of wild horses to tear me, kicking and screaming in chains, from your side."

"On the drive here I had to force myself not to keep staring at your thighs. When you were getting out of the car I had to hold onto the door because my knees almost gave way when your legs opened and I saw your panties. Ever since we arrived I have been silently begging you, in my head, not to get a separate room, to stay with me in mine. Even though I never dared to hope what you have just said could ever happen. Sleep on that couch? I would sleep on the floor at the foot of your bed, or even in the bath if it meant you would just stay there in the same room with me."

"You ask if I am sure? Only in my dreams have I even dared to hope there could be some kind of future for me with you. In the past, when the longing for you has become more than I could bear, I have locked myself in the bathroom and inhaled your special perfume from the used underwear you had left in the laundry basket, just so that, for those few moments, I could pretend that I was close to you, holding you in my arms."

Even as I said it I realised how creepy that sounded, but I was beyond being embarrassed, she had to know how I felt about her.

I continued, "Yes, I did see those signals, every single one of them, but what if you were just teasing me? What if I had taken you in my arms and told you how I felt and those signals hadn't really been saying what I didn't dare to hope they were? Sarah! - Mum! - My love! I think you can say with absolute certainty. YES! I am sure. I have never been more sure of anything in my whole life."

Sarah looked at me without speaking for what seemed like an age. Then she pushed away the glass "I don't think I want to finish that" she said, "I think we should go up to our room and get ready for dinner, don't you? This has been something of an eventful day and I have a feeling that after dinner; we might both feel like an early night."

I was shaking as I picked up the glass of brandy and said, "If you're sure you don't want it, I think, after all that, I need something to steady my nerves."

A word of warning here, to anyone out there who is, like me, more accustomed to drinking lager than spirits. Knocking back a double measure of neat brandy in one gulp is not the same as knocking back the same amount of lager.

Mum almost fell out of her chair laughing as the spirit hit the back of my throat and took all of the breath out of my body. I will draw a veil over my embarrassment, but I assure you, it was not the urbane, sophisticated moment that I had envisaged when I picked up that glass.

She was still chuckling when we got to the lift. I pressed the button for the 2nd floor and as the doors closed Mum put her arms around my neck and we had our first real lovers kiss. The elderly couple waiting for the lift on the 2nd floor looked surprised to find us still like that when the doors opened. Mum giggled as we stepped out of the lift, still holding my hand. "Sorry" she said to the lady, "We were married yesterday afternoon and last night was spent in the airport, waiting for a standby seat, because our flight had been cancelled. Some sort of security alert, so they can stuff Florida, we're stopping here."

As our room door closed behind us I took her in my arms. "Mrs Roberts" I said, "You are a very naughty lady. Fancy you telling that poor old couple lies like that."

"Aren't I though Mr Roberts" she replied as her hands began to undo my trousers, "But I can be much naughtier than that. Dinner can wait for a few minutes; there is something I want to check up on here first."

We did make it to dinner, although it was more like 8:15 than 6:30. Sarah's 'check' didn't take very long, but I had some 'checks' of my own I desperately wanted to make. I can confirm that her juices taste much sweeter when warm and fresh from source; than when dried onto a piece of cloth. Her response to me finding that out; confirmed that she had been waiting for someone to do that to her for quite a bit longer than she had found comfortable. Of course, there were other checks I wanted to make .......... Purely in the interests of accuracy you understand. Well I had to be absolutely sure that things fitted together well, so it only seemed reasonable for me to check .... twice! Well, I am, after all, a scientist. All results have to be verified and confirmed.

Luckily there was a clean, dry, face cloth in my wash bag. When folded three times and placed in those very pretty, lacy white panties, at least she wasn't leaking onto the floor as we entered the dining room.

As we went down in the lift Sarah suggested I take the smile from my face. I did try, but for some unknown reason it just wouldn't stay away. Perhaps it was because I couldn't help wondering how Dad was getting on in Paris. I was willing to bet it wasn't as well as I was doing in Shropshire. He could keep his 20 year old pregnant secretary. What his affair with that secretary had cost him was now mine, his loss was definitely my gain and I had a lot of time to make up.

Part way through our main course Mum said she was going to go into town to do some shopping in the morning. Then she leaned close to me and whispered "There are three more nights after tonight and if you intend to continue at the rate you've started, I had better buy at least a dozen or you are going to run out. I also need a good chemist. I think I had better look for a 'morning after' pill, or after your earlier exertions, you might be getting a little brother or sister and how would I explain that to your father? When we get back I think I had better have a word with our doctor as well, about going back on more reliable protection."

Now it was my turn to tease, "Only a dozen" I said, "Do you feel a headache coming on dear? Never mind, I noticed there is a vending machine in the 'Gents', so I will pick up some extras for tonight. Mind you, that 'more reliable protection' is a good idea, I would love to see the look on Dads face when after four nights away with me; those little strips of pills suddenly re-appear on the bathroom shelf. Do you think he will make the connection?"

Mum thought for a few seconds and then she said "Maybe the bathroom isn't such a good place to keep them. Maybe in my underwear drawer would be more discreet; I don't want Joanne asking what they are and why I need them. I told your Dad last week he had better make arrangements to find himself somewhere else to stay. He said he is going to sort it out when he gets back from Paris. They are going to need somewhere bigger than that little flat she has when the baby arrives, anyway."

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In case you are interested. Sarah and I are still very much an item. I did get that job and we moved to a nice cottage in a lovely village not too far from where I work. Joanne still misses her Dad a bit, but she sees him two weekends a month. The 'love of his life' was very keen for them to be married before the baby was born but luckily for Dad, the divorce hadn't been made absolute in time. The real irony of this was, his ex secretary must have been seeing someone else whenever Dad wasn't around, because when her baby arrived, while it was a beautiful baby girl, she did have quite a noticeable "sun tan". Even though it wasn't really necessary, a DNA test proved that Dad was not the father of her baby after all. All I can say is "Nice one Dad! You really did well choosing to go with her, didn't you? Anyway, thanks for everything." As we relaxed in bed together one Sunday morning when Joanne was away visiting him, Sarah said "He's made his bed, now he can lie on it; I'm not taking him back."

Of course, we live together quite openly. Sarah is a divorced mother, living with her son, who works at the big research establishment just outside town and her daughter. I overheard two women talking in the local shop and one of them, said "He's such a nice boy and he really loves his mother." If only she knew how true that was and how much, not to mention how often, I really do love her. We chuckled about that for weeks.

Those two weekends a month are the only times we can really be together, but that's OK. We do get some intimate little moments together when Joanne is out. I don't think Joanne knows anything and we both want to keep it that way, but she is a very bright girl, so how long we can keep it from her is a question neither of us can answer. At least she no longer hates boys, I think it's Robin who is in favour at the moment.

When Mum had 'that talk' with her, she told her that she wasn't to do anything stupid and ruin her life, but knowing that 'boys will be boys' Mum had her put on 'the pill' just in case. Joanne did ask why Mum still takes those same pills, because, as she mentioned, Mum never goes out on dates with men. Mum told her it was to do with controlling her monthly cycle.

Sometimes when Joanne looks at me I wonder if she suspects. Since she walked in on us one evening when Sarah had fallen asleep in my arms on the sofa, she seems to make a lot more noise than strictly necessary when unlocking and opening the door, but unless she actually asks we are saying nothing. All villages are hotbeds of gossip, so our doctor, who is a very understanding lady, puts the prescriptions for their contraceptive pills on separate forms and Mum collects those from the big chemist in town, not the little one in the village.