A Mother's Tale....
She raised her son alone; his dad wanted no part of it. She struggled at first but would not change the life she chose for anything. He was her baby and she was proud of what she could give him and admired what a young man he was becoming.
Over the years she never brought a man home, never in front of her son. She did have her one night stands or weekend getaways with men but she would never bring one home. If she did she wanted to discuss it with him.
Her son Charlie was turning 18 and she promised him and his best friend a vacation. They were discussing where to go and to make plans. They decided on a resort down in Florida, the activities were good and then they could spend a day at Universal. She went ahead and booked 2 rooms, one for her and the other for the boys. The rules were simple, she would either shop or stay by the pool or get some spa treatments, and the boys could do whatever they wanted. They had to meet for breakfast and dinner was all she requested. She was dying for a mud bath and an oil massage, and the thought of oil in all her crevices. But what was turning her on was Charlie's friend Curtis; she was imaging him giving her that massage. She had Charlie when she was 17, at times she felt old but she was aging gracefully and Curtis would remind her at times she looked amazing. The boys could do whatever they wanted. And she meant whatever, even sex. She trusted her son and his judgement.
The first night they all had dinner at the Olive Garden, the boys made plans to go and hit the strip. She told them to have fun and would see them for breakfast. So Mrs. B decided to go for a swim and then turn in, the drive was only 5 hours, but she wanted to loosen up, maybe she might even watch some porn.