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A Vacation for Mom

... said. “It’s very flattering, but I’m old enough to be your mother.” She laughed at her joke and I hugged her for not making it awkward. I towed her in so she could stand up. “I’m not doing it on purpose,” I told her. “If you want me to stop, you shouldn’t look and feel like that. Let’s play where you’re not rubbing on me for a while and I’ll be better.” We swam down the beach a quarter mile and back, getting some exercise and then got out. I spread out the towels by the fire and opened the champagne. We drank it all and ate more fruit. She looked like a fire goddess in the flickering flames and I noticed she was getting a little tipsy. Her speech became slower and she lay facing me, her eyes shining in the firelight. “I love being here with you, baby,” she told me. “I’ve missed you so much you can’t imagine.” She leaned into me and gave me a kiss. She lost her balance a little and rolled into me, pushing me over on my back. She snuggled her cheek into my chest and lay half over me. I cuddled her and played with her hair for a minute. Her leg slid up over mine and I could feel the crotch of her bikini against my thigh. I ran my hand down her back and she shivered and pushed against me. She looked up into my face and offered me her lips. I nibbled on them and caught her full lower lip gently between my teeth, stretching it and letting it pop loose. I gave her a full kiss and our tongues dueled for a minute as she rubbed against me. She pulled back with a laugh. “I think I’ve ...

... had too much to drink,” she said. “Maybe we should go get some sl**p.” She stood and pulled me up, wobbling a little, and held my hand as she led the way up the hill. She hugged me and gave me another peck on the lips before going upstairs. “Thanks, baby,” she said. “That was awesome. I can’t wait for tomorrow.” It was raining when I got up in the morning. I made coffee and cubed fruit. I had some pastry and juiced some guavas. I heard her shower running and she came down in a few minutes wearing jeans and a white button up shirt. She fit in those jeans like a fifteen-year-old girl and she had the tails of the shirt tied up under her breasts, leaving her stomach bare. She had ridged abdominal muscles showing and it was very sexy. Her toenails were painted purple and yellow and her fingernails matched, I noticed. She hugged me and kissed my cheek. We ate fruit and drank juice. She nibbled on a piece of pastry over coffee. “I love how you have all this fresh fruit you can just pick up,” she said. “I buy fruit at the store and it tastes like eating a piece of celery. I like celery, but I expect fruit to taste like fruit. I get some good things in the summer at the farmer’s market, but that’s it.” “I know,” I told her. “I have mango and avocado trees and there are all kinds of people selling on the streets. The pineapples are awesome here.” The rain stopped by the time we were finished and the sun came out. I took her to the park and showed her around where I work. I had a tour ...