SUNDAY
The morning we were to leave for spring break, Mom kissed Dad goodbye at the door. He was going to play golf with his friends. “Thanks again for letting me go,” Mom said.
“You’re welcome. Have fun but don’t drink too much and don’t do drugs,” he urged.
“We won’t,” she assured him. One more kiss and he left. She closed the door and turned to me. “Ready for a fun week, Gary?”
“Yeah, Mom. This should be a blast.”
She hugged me and looked up into my eyes. I was about 4 inches taller. “No more calling me ‘Mom’, dummy,” she scolded. “I’m your wife this week, remember? You have to call me Amy. Say it. Amy.”
“Amy.”
“Good,” she replied, then kissed me on the lips.
I jerked back from her. “What was that?!” I yelped.
“Practice,” she told me. “And you failed. We’re supposed to be married. If you act like that when we kiss, Jessica will know something is up!”
“Why do we have to kiss?”
“We’re married. Married couples kiss. Particularly young married couples. Let’s try it again.” She planted another kiss on my lips. I held myself rigid for a minute, then finally gave in and returned the kiss a little.
Mom broke the kiss and pouted. “You didn’t freak out that time, but it still wasn’t good, Gary. This is important to me, honey. Please don’t ruin spring break for me. Try a little harder, okay?” she pleaded.
She knew I’d do anything for her when she did that puppy dog eye thing. I dipped her and gave her a huge dramatic smooch. “Better?” I asked.
Mom came up laughing. “Maybe a little too much.” She hugged me tight. “Thank you for helping me fit in with my college friends, honey.”
“No problem.” She gave me another quick peck on the lips before Jessica and Brad pulled into our driveway.
Jessica was a cute little brunette, shorter than Mom and kind of chunky. But she had a bubbly personality just like Mom’s and I could see why they were friends. Brad was a big strong dude. A couple inches taller than me and heavier with muscles. He was a cool guy and we got along well right away.
“Do y’all own that house?” Jessica asked, staring at our impressive family home. “How can you afford it?”
“I have an inheritance from my grandfather,” Mom explained.
“Wow,” Jessica marveled. “So you bought this place for you and Gary?”
“Yep,” Mom replied. “As soon as Gary turned 18, we married and I moved him in with me. His mom wasn’t too happy about that. She’s kind of a bitch.” She winked at me.
“So you’re married and have a house and you’re still in high school?” Brad asked me.
“Yeah, I graduate in May,” I answered.
“Cool,” he responded with admiration.
It was Brad’s SUV and he felt most comfortable driving. So he drove for 3 hours, then took a break while Jess drove for an hour or so. Then he drove again. It was fine with me. I think driving is boring.
I dozed off on the back seat, and when I woke Mom was stretched out on the seat with her head on my lap. Jessica noticed that I was awake and softly said, “You two are so cute together. It’s obvious how much she loves you.”
I blushed. “Thanks. I really love her too.”
Mom must have been awake because she cheerfully said, “That’s so sweet, honey.” She reached up and pulled my head down to hers. Her lips met mine in a scorching kiss that lasted for at least a minute and left me breathless.
Jessica giggled. “I think you dazed him with that one, Amy.”
Mom giggled too and scooted up to sit on my lap. “That’s the way I like him best, dazed and confused, and I work hard to keep him that way,” she teased. Her head rested on my shoulder.
A pretty girl on your lap always feels good, even if it’s your mom. I loosely wrapped my arms around her waist and we snuggled.
“Aww, so cute,” Jess cooed from the front seat.
It was close to midnight when we finally made it to Fort Lauderdale. When we checked in, I was stunned to learn that we all were sharing one room. “We don’t have our own room?” I asked Mom.
“No, silly. That’s the whole reason Jessica invited us. To split the cost of the room so she and Brad could afford to come. There’s nothing wrong with a man and wife sharing a room with another couple,” she dismissed my concerns.
My eyes boggled. “You don’t mind sharing a bed with me?” I whispered.
Mom looked at me puzzled, then reached out and tousled my hair. “Stop being silly. This week we’re married, so it’s fine. Now get with the program, Gary. If you don’t start acting like a loving husband, Jessica and Brad will know something is wrong.”
While Jessica and Brad were occupied, Mom stepped outside to call home and let Dad know we arrived safely.
We went to the room, and I tried to act natural. We were all exhausted so we got ready for bed. Mom wore an oversize t-shirt to bed, and I wore a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
We got into our beds and turned out the light. It wasn’t long before I heard noises from the other bed. I guess Brad and Jessica couldn’t keep their hands off each other, even though we we right there. Brad huffed like a locomotive and Jessica made weird little squeaking noises.
Mom and I both turned on our sides, with our backs to Jessica and Brad. “Eep, eep, eep!” Jessica’s funny little squeaks continued as Brad fucked her.
Mom started giggling at the crazy situation, and then Jessica started giggling too. “I can’t help it,” the blonde laughed, still in the midst of fucking. “Those noises just come out.” That made Brad laugh, and then me too. It removed the tension from the room.
When they were done fucking, Jessica said, “Sorry for embarrassing you guys, but I really needed that.”
“You don’t have apologize, Jess,” Mom replied. “You’re on vacation and we’re all adults. Have fun.”
“Thanks, Amy. If you and Gary want to do it too, go right ahead,” she said with a giggle.
“I think we’ll just sleep, Jess. Goodnight.”