My mother the famous author – part 2

Two weeks after I had almost been caught by the housekeeper, while I was peeping at my naked mother in the bathroom, nothing had changed about the situation.
My mother had made two more foreign trips, one for three days and one for five days. She had also been gone a day to appear on a television show and the days she was home, she’d been writing in her study. During the few nights she had spent at home, I had been peeping at her again while she was being solidly fucked by all kinds of her motorcycle friends or while she was going at it alone with her toys. Peeping at her during the day was something that I wanted, but the scare I’d had when I was almost caught, kept me from doing that again.
It was a Friday and my mother wasn’t home. The housekeeper told me, when I came home from school, that a meeting with her published had taken longer than expected and she would spend the night at a hotel, but she would at least be home for dinner the next day. The next day would be my seventeenth birthday and mother always took care to at least be home on my birthdays, because she saw so little of me as it was. I wondered what kind of extravagant gift she had in store for me this year. Last year, when I turned sixteen, a brand new, really expensive moped with all the works had been waiting for me. That had been a great present en I couldn’t imagine, that my mother would find a way to surpass that gift this year. A costly new PC or game console – I was expecting something in that direction – would not be a match for the last year’s moped.
To my surprise there wasn’t any gift waiting for me, when on Saturday morning I came downstairs at about eleven ‘o clock for breakfast. I was used to that if my mother wasn’t home herself on the morning of my birthday, she would arrange for my present to be there nevertheless. Anna, the housekeeper, made me some food and told me, that this year my mother would be bringing my birthday present with her.
I shrugged at that message, because my present really didn’t concern me that much – my thoughts were with entirely different things . . .
I didn’t really do anything all day, watched a bit of television, listened to some music and played a couple of games on the PC. At half past six my mother came home and the housekeeper had dinner ready right on time.
While dinner was served, my mother congratulated me with a kiss on my cheek, after which we sat down at the table in the mansion’s huge living room. As soon as dinner was served, my mother told the housekeeper that she could take the rest of the evening off, since we would not be in need of her services anymore. While we were eating, I did start to wonder what kind of gift mother had brought me, since she had not yet given me anything and hadn’t spoken of it either.
During dinner I gave my mother a sneaky look every now and then. She looked like she always did, like the successful, popular, sweet children’s author. Her long blond hairs were tied in a knot on the back of her head and she wore a white blouse under a grey business suit. She was wearing her glasses – recently she had started to need a pair – en wore round golden earrings that were quite large for her standards. Looking better I also noticed she was wearing a little more make up than usual. What especially caught my eye was her purple lipstick that made her full lips even more attractive than they already were.
“Well,” my mother said as soon as we were finished eating, “then now the time has come for your birthday present. Are you a little curious?”
“A little,’ I answered defensively.

“You probably think,” she smiled with a look in her eyes I couldn’t quite place, “that I haven’t been able to think of something to surpass that moped I gave you last year.”
I didn’t know what to say, so I just nodded a little.
“Then you’re mistaken,” she said.