She greeted me with a light kiss on the cheek, although she did that with my wife present so it did not surprise me. She led me to the kitchen where w...e had coffee and talked. Her fingertips danced on the back of my hand and arm. Her leg pressed against mine. She dropped her napkin and slowly bent to pick it up before I could react. This motion made it clear that not only were the buttons open, there was no bra underneath. She smiled impishly and asked if I liked what I saw. I think my. I began to think about what we could do that evening, something different to our kissing sessions, but also something that my mom was likely to agree to. Then it came to me. Why not invite her out on a sort of date? A film and maybe a nice meal afterwards? What could be wrong with that?“No. Definitely not.” she said after I broached the idea to her. “I can’t go out on a date with my own son. What if anybody recognised us?”“Well, we wouldn’t be doing anything wrong.” I replied. “For one thing. They walked the beach. At the bottom of the steps down from the boardwalk sandals were left behind as they walked in that space between the tide and the sand. Water crept in and receded. Shells lay strew before them. Gulls wheeled overhead with cries loud enough to be heard over the sound of the waves. Altogether familiar and timeless they shared the afternoon on jetties, the long stretches of sand between talking going ankle deep in a still-warm ocean while listening to the faint noises of the. "I'm sure you've figured it out now," she said in my voice. "I told youyou could help me get away for a while."I didn't know what to say at first, but gradually I managed to thinkclearly. "How?" I managed to stammer."You don't need to know that," she said plainly."You can't leave me like this," I said."Not yet," she replied. "But soon I will be able to do just that." Sheremoved her shirt and tossed it aside. Then off came her pants."What are you doing?" I demanded to know, dreading the.