The Ductchess comes to visit

My aunts has come up with a nickname for my mum, its the Ductchess, my mum is a wanna be snob. She is from Scotland and didn't have the best up bringing but also not the worst that could have happened.

When she was 16 my mum left home with no qualifications and hitchhiked from Scotland to London, not an easy feat back then, 1970ish I think, as unlike now the car was still a luxury item, but it was safer then (or so we are told about the old days).

She made it to London and what she did for work I'm not sure as I have never really asked her, in 1977 I was born and unfortunately for my mum by biological dad didn't want anything to do with me and even suggested to my mum to get me aborted but she told him in two words what to do and he did.

So from then my mum was now single (my aunt had now also moved down to London) started trying to do the best for me and from what I can remember she did very well in bringing me up.

Fast forward to now, my mum has remarried and has been married for 10 years, at first I was shocked that she was getting married , but i think this is because I never saw my dad(not biological dad but been there for me since I was 3 1/2) and mum being apart ever, but I am very happy for her now. She is running her own company (with help from her hubby) and doing very well for the both of them.

The trouble with my mum at heart she is very Scottish and when she is around my aunts and had a glass or two of wine the home roots soon come back out and so does the Scottish accent and the effing and jeffing flows. When she isn't around my aunts or the wine she can be quite la di da and she will tell me off for things that I never thought I could get told off for, whilst eating and still holding my knife and fork instead of placing them on the plate to the sides and silly things that I see as upper class antics. She will slip up though, she will be telling me to do something but then go off on a tangent and out comes the Scot in her and I will just smile and chuckle to myself.

On Friday my mum arrived with gifts in hand for my son, she brought him the Ben 10 fx watch and four arms, the watch wasn't to bad until Sunday morning came and my son was trying to wake me, he decided to hold the watch to my ear and produce as much noise as he could from it, it worked, I got up and sorted him out. Dinner time didn't go exactly as planned as my mum was supposed to be buying a fillet joint from the butcher but got there about 5 mins after they had closed, which if I had known earlier I could have told the gf not to make a dinner for her and my son, the gf doesn't like steak much, fussy I know.

Saturday I took my son for a swimming lesson whilst my mum and gf watched, he did really good and just needed to strengthen his arms a bit more. I took him home and managed to get him to have a snooze as I knew it was going to be a long day for him as he also had the opening of his pre school to go to and he also wanted to go down to the beach. It was quite a windy day but as my son really wanted to go down the beach we ended up taking him but he wanted to go in the water, when I saw the size of the waves I told him no, which he was a little upset about until a large wave crashe don the beach and he decided that may be he didn't want ot now go in.

In the evening mum was last back from doing her bits and peices. I waited to have dinner with her whilst the gf and my son ate as this time my mum had managed to get the steak. After dinner the gf went out with some friends and I sat talking to my mum trying to right my life and the world.

When the gf got in I was just finishing the washing up, so we headed off to bed as my mum had already retired for the night. We put the telly on and i started massaging the gfs feet and then moved up to her legs, but as she had her jeans on I got her to take them off, I then moved up her legs to her thighs then to her buttocks, I pulled her thing off as it was getting the way and massage more of her bum and back, I moved back down her legs and seeing as she had had a drink or three, I thought she might be feeling a little amorous, but i was wrong and she told me to stop as " i know what you get like" so I stopped and got in to bed and went to sleep, so another weekend of no nookie.