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o it, I knew what my reward for playing along was going to be, but how did I even begin to broach that subject with my mother?
"And keep touching her," Ellie added, almost nonchalantly, as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
Mum returned before I could answer, and as she sat down Ellie gave me a look that told me she wasn't joking, she wanted me to do it.
"Are you ok?" I said softly, moving myself closer to Mum, trying to make it feel like just the two of us. If I was going to do this I wanted to do it quickly, before Dad got back, and I had no idea how long he was going to be gone for.
"Yeah," she said, putting on a brave face. "I'm sorry about your father."
"Don't be," I said, resting my arm across the back of her chair. "I'd rather it was just you anyway."
Her face broke out into a genuine smile when I said that, and I took my chance to place my hand on her shoulder. My other hand found its way to her knee, so I was almost holding her in place, my face inches away from hers.
"That's very sweet," she said, whispering, her eyes finding mine. I knew Ellie had stopped eating and was watching us intently.
"Can I ask you something?" I said, matching the softness of her voice. She nodded once, quickly, almost nervously. "You know you said you don't get a chance to war clothes like that anymore?"
She nodded against and took a big gulp of her wine. Behind her I could see that Dad had just walked back into the restaurant. He was moving slowly, eyes glued to his phone, and he was taking his time picking a route through the crowded tables. I looked back at Mum. Fuck it, now or never.
"You can wear them for me if you want." She gulped visibly and then her mouth hung open. Dad was getting closer and closer.
"I bet you look so..."
I leaned in closer, my lips pressed against her ear.
"... so sexy in them."
I felt her body tense in my hands. Pulling my head away I looked at her expectantly, needing an answer now. She nodded. "Ok," she said, her voice hushed. I gave her a warm, happy smile.
I removed my hands from Mum just as Dad tucked his phone in his jacket pocket and looked up at the table. A second later he sat down, apologising once again for his absence, but at this point nobody at the table cared. I could see Mum's skin was flushed, she was quiet and staring silently at her food as she ate it. Ellie grinned like the cat that got the cream. I tried to compose myself, I was almost shaking with excitement at what I had just done. I'd just told my mother I wanted her to model clothes for me because I wanted to see just how good she looked in them - and she had said yes.
The rest of the evening passed without anymore instructions from Ellie. It had already gone as far as she wanted it to go. We arrived home and Dad disappeared off to their bedroom immediately, leaving myself, Mum and Ellie stood awkwardly in the front room.
"I'm going to go to bed," said Ellie, faking a yawn. "Will you be long?" she said to me, knowing full well I wouldn't be. I shook my head and told her I'd be in soon.
An awkward silence passed before Mum, who had been looking down at the floor, suddenly looked up at me. It was like she had been summoning up the courage to ask me what she was about to ask.
"Ben, what you asked back at the restaurant..."
"I'm sorry," I butted in, thinking she was regretting what she had promised me. "That was inappropriate-"
"No," she said her turn to interrupt. "I just wanted to know if you meant it... I mean, you didn't just feel sorry for me, did you? I know your father's being-"
She smiles shyly.
"Well, yeah, but even so, if you don't want to-"
"No, I do. Tomorrow?"
I couldn't believe I was being this forward with her, and I couldn't believe it actually seemed to be working. Suddenly this new desire for my Mother didn't feel as wrong as it had a few hours ago, felt a little less grubby and a little less perverted. She seemed almost ok with it, which in my mind made it right. Made it normal.