Jane

After waking up from his bed, Adam found that there was no one else in the room. The curtains had been opened, and bright sunlight streamed into the hotel suite.

He glanced over at the clock and saw that it was almost 10 a.m.

'Oh shit!' he thought as he realized how much he'd overslept. Then he remembered that he was on vacation and there was no rush to start the day. But still, he felt a twinge of guilt for having slept so late.

Adam looked around at the empty bed where Mia had slept and noticed a note on her pillow. Picking up the piece of paper, he unfolded it and read its contents:

 Went out with Oliver. You were sleeping like a baby, so we didn't want to disturb you.

We'll be back later. You can eat by yourself.

Love,

Mia

Adam couldn't help but chuckle as he put down the letter. He was surprised and happy that Mia was bonding with their son. This was good news indeed. The whole point of the trip was for them to get closer and get Oliver over his insecurities around people.

He was glad she'd gone out with him alone today because he knew she would have a lot more freedom without him tagging along.

Then he looked around the room and noticed how messy it was. There were clothes everywhere; on the floor, on the furniture, on the chairs, and on the bed itself.

'Guess we all had too much fun last night,' he thought. Then, he got out of the bed, put on a bathrobe, and picked up all the clothes he could find, including his own, before placing them neatly back where they belonged or throwing them in the laundry hamper.

When everything was clean again, Adam decided to take a shower. As he turned on the faucet, he found himself thinking about last night's events once more. It was hard for him not to do so since it had been such an incredible evening.

'Fucking Mia was awesome as always... But Oliver! I still can't believe we shared her together... And she loved it!'

After a few minutes of soaking under the warm water, he finished washing himself, stepped out of the tub, and dried off with a towel. Then he wrapped the damp towel around his waist and walked towards his suitcase, looking for some fresh clothes.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

'Who could that be?' he wondered as he made his way over to answer it.

He opened the door and saw Jane standing outside. She wore a white sleeveless blouse, blue denim shorts that rode high on her toned thighs, and high heels.

Her long black hair framed her pretty face beautifully. Her makeup was minimal yet effective enough to accentuate her natural beauty. Her full lips glistened with a sheen of lip gloss, and her almond eyes sparkled beneath thick eyelashes. She looked absolutely stunning and sexy at the same time.

She had large breasts, wide hips, and a slender waist—the classic hourglass figure of a mature woman who kept herself in shape through diet and exercise. And despite being over 50 years old, she had aged gracefully, retaining most of her youthful looks while still appearing elegant and sophisticated.

No one could deny the fact that she was a beautiful lady. Even Adam found it hard not to stare at her for longer than necessary.

"Mother!" Adam exclaimed when he saw her. "What are you doing here?"

Instead of the warm reunion he expected from his mother, Jane just eyed him coldly and said, "Where is my grandson?"

"Uhh... He went out with Mia," Adam stammered.

"I see. Well, I guess you're all alone now, so can I come in or not?" she asked impatiently.

"Of course." He stood aside to let her pass, realizing too late that she was still standing outside the door.

When they entered, he closed the door behind them and sat down on the edge of his bed while Jane walked across the room to sit down opposite him.

As she settled herself into the armchair facing his bed, Adam couldn't help but notice how sexy she looked as her denim shorts rode higher up her legs, revealing more of her smooth skin.

Adam couldn't deny the fact that he admired his mother's beauty. He always did—ever since he was a little boy.

Back when he was a young child, his father passed away. After that, he had only seen her cry once, at the funeral ceremony. Since then, she had never shed another tear or showed any signs of sadness.

And so, as he grew up, Adam saw her as a pillar of strength; someone who never cried nor broke down despite losing her husband at such an early age. She remained strong and independent throughout his childhood.

He also saw how hard his mother worked to provide for both of them. She was the sole provider for him and herself.

To make sure she didn't suffer from stress, she had a habit of sleeping around, and Adam had caught her multiple times in bed with other men when he was still young. Although this disturbed him, he grew accustomed to it as he matured.

He understood what she did and why. It was her way of dealing with loneliness and grief.

And he also realized that despite her promiscuous lifestyle, she loved him dearly.

She would often tell him stories about his father—how much he loved him, how happy they were together. And how proud she was of him. This made him appreciate her more as a mother. Even if sometimes she seemed cold towards him.

Now, after years had gone by, it was quite obvious that Jane no longer acted like a grieving widow but rather a woman who had moved on with her life. A woman who knew what she wanted from her relationships.

This was evident from the numerous affairs she'd had over the years.