Despite the difficulties, I managed to put Mum out of my head. For some reason, Georgia was new and exciting and while I still wanted to fuck Mum every minute of the day, it was easier to be apart from her while I had Georgia to think about.
We'd started texting back and forth, nothing too exciting, and she agreed to come to my Wednesday afternoon football practice so we could get something to eat afterwards. As soon as Tommy spotted her, wrapped up in a thick knitted scarf in the stands, he nudged me and I started to get an unusual amount of back slaps and fist bumps from the others on the team. I wish her being there had inspired me to play better than usual, but the pitch was muddy and I don't think I distinguished myself especially much. After washing the mud off in the shower afterwards, I stuffed my dirty kit into my bag and went out to meet Georgia, who looked really cute wrapped up warm. She had gloves which were supposed to look like cats, and she gave me an impulsive hug as I was admiring them.
"You're so warm from running around and I've been waiting outside the whole time," she said, defensively, going pink again. I didn't mind at all.
Since Georgia was vegetarian, she knew all the best vegetarian or vegan places to eat in the city, and she took me to a place which specialised in tofu dishes. I'd never eaten tofu before, so she recommended a stir fry which actually tasted surprisingly good. I'd probably still prefer chicken, but, whatever. The best part of the meal was when we sat down and she took off her coat, revealing a low-cut patterned top which made her boobs look really good. I worked hard not to stare.
"So I have to ask, but I don't want to be insensitive," I said, when I was full of food and she was picking at the remains of her salad, "But are you...?"
She took over. "My mum's Vietnamese," she explained, "And my dad is Scottish. That's why I'm Buddhist, it's from my Mum's side."
"Ahhh," I said, relaxing a little. "I did wonder. Did you grow up in Scotland?"
She nodded, giving me another little smile which I loved. "Lived in Glasgow all my life."
I had to say that, whatever my dick was trying to tell me about her tits, Georgia was funny, smart, beautiful and really interesting. She laughed at my jokes, possibly out of pity, and she seemed genuinely interested in hearing about growing up with a single mum.
"I know I'm lucky to have had both my parents and plenty of money," she admitted. "I think it's amazing how hard your mum must have worked."
"She's an amazing person," I replied, fighting against a rising tide of guilt. Georgia picked up on the fact I was slightly uncomfortable and quickly changed the subject, telling me about a mad lecturer who taught on her course (Chemistry, by the way). By the time we finally left the restaurant, we'd been in there over two hours and emerging into the cold wind was a bit of a trial.
"Text me, okay?" Georgia said, holding onto my arm as we walked to the bus stop which went to her accommodation.
"I definitely will, I've had a great time," I told her, and she giggled. I wondered if this was the moment I was supposed to make a move and kiss her. Despite everything, I didn't actually have any experience in 'normal' dating. I chickened out, and just waved at her as her bus pulled away from the stop. Then I realised I'd left my kit bag in the tofu restaurant and had to dash all the way back to get it.
Slightly unexpectedly, on Saturday my mum rang me up at lunchtime.
"I forgot to tell you that there's a works do this evening," she said. "So I thought we could start a little bit earlier today?"
I hesitated and she realised immediately.
"Is something the matter?" she asked, her tone moving from flirty Cathy to concerned Mum in an instant.
"No, it's just..." I said. "Can I talk to you about something first?"
"You can talk to me about anything."
I took a breath. "I met this girl, her name's Georgia. I really like her."
"Oh, that's wonderful!" Mum said, completely sincerely. "She definitely doesn't have a boyfriend this time?"
I laughed, feeling myself relax. "Definitely doesn't. We went on a date on Wednesday."
"What's she like?" Mum asked.
I spent nearly an hour telling Mum about the date and about Georgia and she seemed to really love hearing about her. In the end, I just came out and said it.
"I feel really guilty when I'm with her because of us," I said, clenching my free hand into a fist and staring at it. "I know it doesn't make sense."
"It makes perfect sense," Mum reassured me. "If you want to pause our relationship or stop it, that's okay."
I shook my head. "I don't want to pause, I just wish I felt better about it."
"We both know this can't last forever, so why not just enjoy it until the time feels right to end?" Mum said, and I smiled.
"Okay, I can go with that."
"Now, then, I take it you're alone?" Flirty Cathy was back.
"All alone," I told her, getting comfortable in my desk chair.
"I've been so horny this week," she told me, slowly. "I don't know why, but it's been so hard to keep from touching myself."
"And you want me to help you, Cathy?" I teased, reaching down and stroking my cock.
"I'm so needy at the moment, I think I'd do anything you asked me to," Mum said, a gentle moan coming through the phone.
This got my pulse racing again and various possibilities flashed through my head. Before I could say anything, Mum spoke again.
"I was so close to touching myself at work," she said softly. "I couldn't stop thinking about you and your cock and how you fuck me with it, and I got so wet."
My cock was really hard. "What if I came to your office?" I suggested.
"Oh, fuck, I would have given anything to see you walk through the door and just take me," Mum said, moaning again.
"I want to bend you over your desk."
"Mm, yes..."
"And I want to push up your skirt and start rubbing your pussy through your pants."
"Oh, yes, baby."
"I want to feel how wet this is making you."
"I'm really wet."
