"Shit" she exclaimed angrily and replaced the phone none too gently in it's cradle. "Damn him and damn his fucking business trips."

Then she saw me standing in the doorway and burst into tears.

Two long strides and I was beside her, taking her into my arms and holding her as she sobbed.

"What's wrong mum?"

"He's flying out to America again, this afternoon, shit."

I could feel the wetness of her tears soaking into my tee shirt.

"What about the holiday, I thought you were supposed to be going tomorrow?"

It was a silly question really, Dad had always put his business first before anything, even mum and me and it seemed that just when he'd made it big, he spent even more time than ever jetting across the globe.

"So did I sweetheart." a sob wracked her body and at that moment, I could have killed my father for his lack of consideration.

My mum was a gorgeous looking woman, the stuff that teenage boy's fantasies are made of, I was eighteen then and she was thirty four. (Yes I know, she had me when she was just sixteen and dad stupidly knocked her up.)

I was very popular with my friends but the main reason they were always round at our house was mum and the clothes she wore, (or should I say, the lack of them?)

She was a very petite woman, standing only five foot nothing in her stockings and yes she actually wore stockings a lot. but her figure was absolutely perfect and she adored showing it off in short skirts, or long clingy dresses and when she wore tight jeans or shorts, I'd have voted her bottom, the sexiest I'd ever seen.

I remember when I was younger before dad hit the big time, I'd lie awake at night listening to the rhythmic banging of their headboard as they fucked themselves silly. Mum was obviously a screamer too and many times, I climaxed at the same time as she shouted out for him to, "Fuck me, yes, yes, yes, I'm cumming, oh fucking hell you bastard I'm fucking cumming again.”

It seemed though that ever since his new personal assistant had arrived, he'd been spending rather more attention to her than he had to my mother. I'd heard them arguing many nights about her, but dad always denied any wrongdoings, but then again, he would wouldn't he?

"Go by yourself mum," I stroked her hair and hoped she'd agree so that I could get my girlfriend to stay over while they were both out of the way. She'd bought some very sexy underwear in anticipation of our nights together, but I could see it never being worn if mum didn't go to the villa.

"No way." she said vehemently. "The place is full of wolves, the two legged variety, I'd spend the whole month fighting them off and keeping a grip of my knickers."

I quite fancied the idea of getting to grip with her knickers myself, but then I thought of Jenny and remembered the previous night as we drove back from the pub. She'd sat with her legs apart, stroking herself through her sexy little panties and telling me in explicit detail, exactly what she was going to do to me when we had the house to ourselves.

"Why don't you and Jenny come too?" her face lit up again briefly.

"We can't mum." and it fell again. "I can get off work, no problem but Jenny's got her exams coming up, there's no way she could even take them later.

"Oh well never mind." she smiled and reached up to kiss my cheek. "Maybe next time, he'll take me instead of that, that - - - - -, oh fuck him anyway."

I really didn't know what to say, I knew though, how much she'd been looking forward to this holiday. Since dad bought the beach side villa, they'd spent only one holiday there together and mum had loved it, but after his new P.A. arrived he never seemed to be able to find the time to take her there or anywhere else for that matter.

"I'll go with you mum." I said and she looked at me in shock, then shook her head.

"Darling that's really kind of you, but no, you wouldn't much enjoy being stuck with your boring old mum for a month would you, come on be honest?"

As I'd already given up any lingering hope of fucking my brains out for a month with Jenny, I Was honest.

"Mum, you're the least boring mother of all my friends, Christ none of them can hold a candle to you and if you want me to be honest, I will be, I'd love to go with you and if we DO go, I'll promise you this much, neither of us will be bored."

She squealed in delight and threw her arms round me again.

"Do you mean it, you'll go with me, honest?"

"Yep, I mean it, hell mum, I even want to."

"Jamie, I think I'm a lucky woman to have a son like you, thank you darling."

I kissed her on the cheek and laughed.

"According to all my mates mum, I'm the lucky one, you should hear what they all say about you."

I knew I shouldn't have said it as soon as the words left my mouth.

"Like what?"

"Er, I think I'll pass on that one mum."

She giggled and even blushed a little. "Tell me, go on, I won't be mad."

"Well let me put it this way mum, not one of them would kick you out of bed and they've all said they'd love to get into your knickers."

"I've got news for you too buster," she laughed, "There are a couple of your friends who I wouldn't kick out of bed too, and one or two who I might even let into my knickers."

And off she scooted into the garden. "Oh by the way." she stopped in the doorway."

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry if I've mucked up your arrangements with Jenny."

Which reminded me that parents were teenagers once too.

Jenny was spitting mad when I told her, mind you I think my timing might have been a bit better, she was just stepping back into her panties after I'd fucked her in the back of my car.

"What?"

"I'm going on holiday tomorrow with my mother." I repeated and felt rather silly saying it.

"I don't believe it." she gasped, "I just don't fucking believe it."

"Jenny listen to me, I - - - -."

"No you fucking listen, when you get back from your holiday with mummy, don't bother calling me or coming round, 'cos I won't fucking be there."

Her twisted into a snarl and suddenly I realised that she wasn't as pretty as I'd thought, in fact she wasn't pretty at all.

"I hope you fuck her better than you've ever fucked me." she added as she got out of the car.

"Oh and while we're about it, Sammy Johnson is a far better fuck than you could ever be."

"Fuck you." I started the car up and slipped it into gear.

"And his cock's bigger too."

Mum was sitting in the garden when I got back, wearing just an oversized tee shirt that she often wore to bed, a glass of gin in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

"Can I get a vodka mum? I feel like getting smashed”

"Of course darling, like that is it?"

"Yeah she said - - - -, ah well it doesn't much matter what she said anyway."

I watched her go up the steps leading into the kitchen and thought about what Jenny had said, I'd never honestly thought about her in a sexual way before but as she stretched up to the top shelf for the vodka bottle, the tee shirt rode up and I caught a brief glimpse of a very sexy little slit between her legs.

"Fuck." I thought to myself. "I can see her cunt, fucking hell and she shaves it too."

Returning with my drink, she handed it to me and smiled.

"You peeked."

Even though it was more of a statement than a question, I thought it deserved a reply.

"Sorry mum, I didn't mean to, I just looked up and there it was, I mean there you were, you know."

I was going red, I could feel my face burning, but she laughed and leaned over to kiss me.

"Don't worry Jamie, I'm not mad at you, it's nice to know someone still wants to look at me, even if it is my son."

"Don't be silly mum." I emptied the glass in one throw and took the bottle from where she'd put it on the patio wall, "Lots of men look at you, I've seen them and you know it."

"Yes but it's not the same if it's not the man I promised to love, honour and cherish is it? I'll go and put something on if we're going to get drunk together."

"Damn, now the night's really gone to shit." I laughed and thankfully she laughed with me.

"Okay, but no more peeking right?"

"Okay" then I remembered something, "Hey so what about the nude beach then at the villa, you keeping your coat on are you?"

She giggled at the silliness of my remark and sat down again.

"Okay you're right I suppose but only little peeks, right?"

"Right," I laughed and suddenly we were comfortable together.

"So, are you going to tell me what she said, or do I have to sulk?"

"You won't like it if I tell you mum."

"Jamie, two weeks ago, I saw Jenny getting out of that Sammy Johnson's car, she dropped her panties on the road, which means that they'd been - - - -, well you know what it means."

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked her, but she shook her head.

"No, I didn't want to be the one who came between you, besides I knew you'd find out soon enough."

"That's true enough."

"She knew I'd seen her, that's why she'd never come round while I was here."

"Oh I see."

"So, are you going to tell me?"

"She said she hoped I could fuck you, better than I fucked her."

"Bitch," she hissed and then suddenly giggled and went into the kitchen again.

"No peeking." she laughed over her shoulder and wiggled her bottom sexily.

She came back with her mobile phone and a wide grin on her face.

"You've definitely finished with her haven't you?"

"Shit yes mum why?"

"You'll see." and she punched in a number.

"Hello Jenny?"

My jaw dropped open in surprise.

"Hi this is Suzy, Jamie's mum, no don't hang up, I'll be very brief, I just had to call to tell you how right you were about what you said to him tonight."

I started to laugh as she winked at me.

"You know, about fucking me, the reason he does fuck me a lot better than he fucks you and that's because my cunt hasn't been used by the whole fucking school, oh and by the way, if I ever see you near me or my son again, I'll RIP YOUR FUCKING TITS OFF."

She put the phone down and looked at the astonishment on my face.

"Was I good darling?" she said in her best innocent little schoolgirl voice and we both burst out laughing.