At this point I’m getting anxious. We have a few good hours before the dinner and I don’t want Shane to say something stupid like “Lets go and see some sights.” I’m not interested in the sights. Not of London anyway. I’d much rather stay in our room and get better acquainted with my son. A young porter comes and takes our luggage and we head towards the lift; but before we can get there though Shane is called. We turn and there before us is a big grey haired man. Obviously Shane knows him and the man looks quite distinguished. Shane introduces me to him. It’s apparently his boss. His names Brian Connor, he looks to be my age and I can feel his eyes scanning my body, even as he talks to Shane. I refuse to acknowledge his leering looks and slightly move away. I can see the man is going to keep Shane busy so taking the key and kissing my son on the cheek I encourage the porter to the lift and we head up to the room. I can feel the young porters eyes on me as the lift rises. He’s young, somewhere around Richards age. Not as tall, not as muscular, but handsome in his own way. Again, I don’t give him any come ons; I’m definitely not here for him. He takes me to our room, I tip him and he leaves. I giggle to myself, I’m very aware of the attention I’m causing, I find it very exciting, but I must stay focused.
The room was amazing. Very posh and looked to be one of the better ones. A big king size bed dominated the suite which I was very pleased to see. I’d been praying that it wasn’t two singles. This was just perfect.
By the time Shane arrives I’m settled in one of the plush armchairs with a nice glass of white wine from the mini-bar. One look in his eyes and I can see he’s angry. “Oh baby, what’s got you all wound up?” I have a pretty good idea, but he needs to tell me.
“You didn’t notice how that fat pig was leering at you? Didn’t he hear when I said that you’re my mother? Just because he’s stinking rich he thinks he can do what he wants and have anyone he wants. I stand up and move towards him. “Honey, calm down; It doesn’t matter. Let him look. It doesn’t bother me in the slightest. I’m used to it. I’ve worked really hard to have this hot body and I’d be more disappointed if men didn’t look. Now, let me get you a drink and let’s just relax. Ok?” I bring my palm up to his cheek and let my nails gently run down his stubble.
I head towards the mini fridge and fetch some ice; whilst I’m bent over I look behind to him and see his eyes fixed firmly on my protruding butt. “You’re still a bum man, I mean rum man I take it?” it takes him a little while for him to process that I’ve asked him a question. “Yeah, that’ll be great mum, make it a large one. I’m sorry, but just because you’re hot doesn’t give him the right to leer at you in front of me.”
I don’t think he realises what he’s just said. But I certainly did and leapt on it straight away. “Why baby, you really think your mothers hot?”
It was quite amusing to watch, although I didn’t laugh, but his eyes shifted around the room and I could tell he wasn’t going to answer me. So I urged him on. “Well dear?” he finally let his eyes settle on me. He reminded me of when he was a young boy and he’d bring girls to the house if he really liked them, all shy and nervous.
“Well you are mum, there’s no getting away from that. You’re 64 and don’t look a day over 55 and that’s pushing it. A body that most girls would wish for, so yeah you’re hot. Can I have that drink now?”
I walked up to him until my body was up against his and kissed him softly on the corner of his lips. “Thank you love, that is so sweet. I can’t tell you how much that pleases me to hear you say that. I’ll get that drink for you now.” he looked like he needed one too.
I took his drink over to him as he sat down and rested on a sofa. I could tell by the slight scowl on his face that he was still a little upset. I passed him his drink and cuddled up beside him making sure my big tits were snuggled tightly up against his arm. From this position he couldn’t fail to see them spilling out the open blouse. “Honey, look at me.” I pulled his chin around so his eyes were directed my way. “Ever since I divorced your father I’ve worked my body, trying to get back what I lost being married to that fool for so long. I’ve earned this. I love the way men, and yes, some women look at me. I love that they think I’m hot; I love it even more that you think I’m hot. So why don’t we pretend tonight that you’re not my son and I’m not your mother. How about we are boyfriend and girlfriend? Obviously we can’t kiss in public, but I can hang off your arm which I intend to do all night by the way and stay by your side. All you have to do is introduce me by my given name. It’s easy and when people see that I’m with you they’ll leave me alone. You want to try it?”
I kept my eyes firmly fixed on his and I could see he was doing likewise, but even so, he couldn’t fail to miss the expanse of tit flesh that was being presented before him. “Ok mum, it’s a bit strange, but let’s do it.”
“Good, everything is going to be fine love. Now let’s just relax and let me spend some alone time with my hunky son. How long do we have before we have to be down for the dinner and whatnot?”
Shane looked at his watch and said I needed to be ready in 4 hours. He would need to be ready before that as he would need to go down with the other area managers to help organise their staff and to make sure everyone would be seated in their right places.
“You will come up and fetch me won’t you? I don’t really want to be making an entrance on my own.”
“Of course Kathy; I take it this boyfriend and girlfriend has started already?”
“Why not? Makes sense to me. Sooooo, as my boyfriend, you know what would really help me relax, a nice back rub. Could you do that for me honey?” It was quite amusing to see the hesitancy in him but I had no doubts that he was going to do it.
“Sure. Why not? I can do that.”
“Great. And honey, take that stuffy shirt and tie off; you must of brought something to relax in didn’t you?”
“You know, I don’t think I did mu… I mean Kathy.”
“Well it looks like bare chest and boxers for you then young man.” by now Shane is going through his suitcase, the only thing he has is his sleep shorts. “There you go honey, they’ll do. It’s only me and you anyway and I certainly don’t mind. Do you?”
“Your right; It’s only us. I’ll just go and get changed.” I watched as he headed off to the bathroom. I thought about trying to get him to change in the room with me, but I didn’t want to push it just yet. Instead I got myself ready. I slipped my blouse and bra off and let my skirt fall to the floor. Going to my bag I pulled out a black silk robe I’d brought just for this occasion. I didn’t put it on exactly though, I rolled it up so the sleeves became ties and wrapped around my waist. I made sure that it was high enough on my legs to see my hold ups and I knew he’d be able to see my thong through the material.
I rooted around in my suitcase until I found my oil that I use to oil my legs if I’m not going to be wearing stockings. I’d also slipped in one of his magazines from the basement. Hiding the oil underneath the magazine he couldn’t fail to see it. This I hoped would push us both in the right direction. And boy, did it.