I still hated the idea of Seth going on the trip with mom. But what can I do? It's already done. She left a three hours ago. Mom sent me a text saying she's on the plane now. Then another saying she'll message me again when the plane lands in the Dominican Republic.
I wished it was me with her instead of Seth though. I just know Seth is going to try something.
Mom messaged me later that night. It was around 4am in the morning to be precise. She just landed and would send pictures sometime later on that day. I could hardly wait to see what it looked like there.
At 10am my time, mom messaged me again. It was the picture of the hotel they are staying at. She sent another text saying that Seth's father paid for the hotel room and everything. Then a few minutes later, sending another picture text. This time outside the hotel room door. It said room 504. How tall was this hotel?
She sent me another picture text a few minutes after the previous one. It was inside the room. One was of the bathroom. A heartshaped bathtub big enough for two people. She took a selfie in front of the mirror. Then another picture of the bedroom. I dreaded this one.
In that picture, there was a single bed. A king sized bed to be precise. followed by a nightstand on each side by the headboard.
"So where is he going to be sleeping?" I asked.
"In the bedroom with me of course," mom said bluntly.
"Are you serious?" I said back, "you're allowing him to sleep in there with you?"
"His father paid for everything," mom said rationally, "I can't just tell him to sleep on the floor. That's rude."
"Nothing will happen," she said immediately afterwards, "trust me. I'm not letting my guard down around him."
She then said she's tired and would send pictures of the beach later. A few minutes later I got a text from a unknown number.
"I'll be fucking her before long buddy," it read.
It must have been from Seth.
"Fat chance," I said back, "mom wouldn't allow it."
"Then how do you explain this?" he said.
There was a picture attached to it. I opened it up and very faintly, I saw mom in her underwear. She was getting into the bed. Her cheeks popping out from each side of the thin strip like fabric.
"She's wearing the ones I said were sexy," Seth said afterwards, "how nice of her."
I texting mom immediately afterwards. But for some reason her phone was off. It was just my imagination. Mom would never wear panties like that. It was just Seth messing with me like usual.
I didn't hear from her until 4pm that evening. She immediately texted me back asking what was wrong. Being the honest person I am, I told her. Said Seth took a picture of her in her underwear and getting into bed. I didn't hear back from her the rest of the day.
The next day, mom sent me the pictures of her at the beach. She looked back at the camera smiling. She was wearing her swimsuit I picked out for her. She looked great in it.
"Enjoying the sun," the text said with the picture.
Wait who took the picture?
I knew it was probably Seth. I envied him right now. He got to see mom in her sexy swimsuit. Wait why am I envious? She's my mom for fuck's sake! It's not like nothing would happen right?
I got another picture a few minutes later. This time, it was of her laying on her stomach and Seth was behind her, leaning into her back to look into the camera with her. Both were smiling.
"Bonding greatly," it said the text below it.
Mom then took pictures of the local flora and of the beach. People walking around in their swimsuits. Kids building sandcastles. families sitting on a beach blanket eating lunch.
