Eleven year old Haydn looked in excited anticipation at the holes. Jake was telling the truth after all...at least part of it anyway. He put his eye to a hole. "Wow!" he exclaimed softly as he gazed through the tiny aperture and saw the interior of a large bedroom. It was obviously Mrs Robin's room, Jake's mother's room. There was thick carpet on the floor, bare walls except for one covered entirely in mirror, opposite another which was a full window hung with delicately patterned pleated curtains. There was no furniture except for a large queen-sized bed set on a raised section directly opposite the holes through which both boys now looked.

"I told you," ten-year-old Jake said accusingly, as Haydn hadn't believed him when he had told him about his discovery in their new house. "The holes are right alongside mum's dressing table. Her walk-in robe is alongside this one. The door to her room is from there," he said, nodding his head towards the right. "And her en-suite is through that door beside her bed."

Jake and his mother had moved to their new house only a couple of days ago, after finally receiving a payout for her husband's death which had occurred several years before. She was dating other men and she and Jake had gotten over their loss and on with their lives, sharing a closeness made even deeper during their grieving by the size of the small flat they lived in. Jake had often shared his mother's bed and they were comfortable in each other's presence, even seeing each other dressing and undressing, bathing and toileting and Jake had even heard his mother doing 'it' with her more recent boyfriends. His mother was a beautiful woman and attracted men quite easily. But she was fussy and tended to like younger men, often teenagers; and she had no trouble getting any she wanted. She often brought them out for breakfast with Jake of a morning, almost as though she was showing him off to her son. Some of them didn't look much older than fifteen or sixteen...but, then again, his mother didn't look much older with her long blonde hair and sexy figure. Jake enjoyed those mornings as his mother would usually just wear a thin negligee and he would see her nude body beneath it as she got him and her boyfriend breakfast. Usually the boyfriends would only have undies on and have hard-ons and she would make comments and flirt with them while they ate, sometimes even pulling them out and playing with them in front of Jake - which always made him hard. Their new house was in the same area as their flat had been, but was much larger and more luxurious. Jake and his mother loved it......(cont)