“I wanted to see what the final photos looked like, so I just hid until everyone left.” Victoria explained to me.“So let’s see some of those p...otos,” Victoria said as scooted closer to me. Victoria and I went through each photo and we commented on the photos.“I love this one, it shows how confident you are,” I said to Victoria as I showed her my favourite photo.“You think I look confident in this photo?” She asked.“No. I think you look confident, strong, sexy, powerful, and beautiful. The light. And now he had nothing to do but think. And worry. It was growing close to nine when his phone finally vibrated. He practically leapt across the room to his bed, picked up his phone, and navigated to the Inbox. London’s gone. I’m ready. Come over. That short, precise message sent a thrill of uncertainty through him, but he got ready anyways. He was already dressed in jeans and a button up shirt, but he still had to throw on his shoes. After tying them he took his room key of the table,. I reached over and unlocked the door opened it and left it open hoping that he would come closer for a better view of my cock and what i was wearing as i like to wear panties at all times and love to be watched while masturbating.He did come closer and as he walked towards me i could clearly see a pair of stockings underneath his raincoat so i looked down and sure enough he was wearing boots as well.When he sat into the car he deliberately let his raincoat fall open revealing seamed hold ups. "Good night, John. I love you, son." I love you, Mom. Goodnight." I watched Mom climb into bed. I lay down on the couch and again, hearing Mom's occasional sighs and tossing and turning, took a long time to fall asleep. I thought about the day we'd just had. I thought about how close we had seemed to come to becoming more than mother and son. We were right on the cusp, I was positive of that, of becoming lovers. I was more than ready and I believe Mom was too. She would just have to let her.