Sex In Amsterdam

As a child and in to my early teens I spent many a good holiday away with family. We went abroad three times a year and a family favourite was Italy. So we went there quite a lot. I just wish my parents had been a little more adventurous in their choice of resort.

When we could have afforded to go to places like the USA, Canada and Australia we visited Europe and didn’t stray towards the unusual or exotic. And now I am older and able to visit them myself I don’t have the funds to do so. Isn’t life a bugger sometimes. Lol

One day…

I was inspired to write this post by “Mummy’s Boy” at work. This guy only left his mother and moved in to his own house about 6 months ago. He had lived the first 37 years of his life with her and consequently he is a little short of female interaction skills.

He quite often chats to me when I am in the kitchen at work and he is so naïve about the world in general let alone relationships and sexuality. It is quite sweet but at the same time he is a little weird.

On Friday I was in the kitchen and in he came. We got chatting and he divulged that he booked a long weekend in Amsterdam. I had to ask the question with a smile. “Are you taking you mum with you?” expecting him to say no.

“Yes”, he replied. I suppressed the smile and continued to wash my cup with my back to him. I couldn’t bring myself to say anything else for trying to stave off the laughter.

Now there are family holiday and there are family holidays and I don’t really think that an elderly woman would particularly want to go to Amsterdam. Or am I wrong?