A note to Readers: This is the "Complete First Chapter," of my story: "A Long Weekend With Mom". I resubmitted it as I originally wrote it, so the entire story is here. Once again, I am truly sorry for any irritation my initial mistake of breaking up this chapter may have caused you. I hope that you will read it with a fresh perspective, share your thoughts and continue to follow my story.
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Growing up, it had always been just Me and my Mom. She had me really young, when she was in the middle of doing school. From what I know, she was in a relationship with my father at the time, but it had always been unstable and she left him shortly after finding out she was pregnant. She has always been Superwoman in my eyes, but looking back; I don't know how she managed it all. With raising a kid, finishing her Master's degree and being a working Mom being just the biggest of her concerns; she always seemed to find a way to make things work. I can remember the handful of relationships she had. I also remember that none of them ever lasted. They were all her age, which meant that they just weren't "dad" material. She hadn't been in a relationship since I was about 10 and, other than occasionally dating, I was the only consistent male in her life.
Holly and I have always been extremely close and as I started getting older, that only intensified. Now I'm in college and living a couple hours away; but between school and life, I manage to make it home at least every couple of weeks. When I am home, I take care of Mom in all the ways a boyfriend or husband would I guess: if she had either. I don't typically think of it in those terms, simply b/c I adore my Mom and want to take every opportunity I can to give back to her. I know that she appreciates everything I do for her, and that she loves the attention. I cook for her when I am home, clean a fair amount, and I'll even give her the occasional foot massage because that's one of her favorite things in the world. We're really great friends, mostly because of there only being 19 years between us. We hang out a lot, doing normal things; and every once in a while, I'll even take her out to dinner and to go dancing or to a movie. I love seeing her happy and I really enjoy being able to take care of her. It just makes me happy to do things for her, so I'll often go an extra mile to give her a night or two to make her feel really special.
It's not that I do things like this for her out of pity either. She has an active social life and I know that she has been seeing a guy named James for a couple of weeks now. They met at work, have been on a number of dates, and don't sound very serious. I'm currently in a relationship as well; a girl from school named Melissa, whom I've been with for almost a year. I adore her too, and am much the same with her as i am with my mother. Mom and I have always talked about anything and everything. Even about her boyfriends and love life, as well as my own love life too. We just didn't have anything to keep from the other, and feel that comfortable with each other.
On this occasion, She and I were preparing to leave for our yearly vacation together. It was going to be just the two of us in a cabin near the California coast, for four days and three nights. We've made this trip every year together for as long as I can remember.
"Hey Mom!" I call out as I breeze through the front door, dropping my keys loudly onto the table in the entry way without even looking.
Her face peeks out at me from around a corner before breaking into a huge smile. "There you are!" she cries and she launches herself into my arms, smiling playfully up at me. "You took forever getting your ass here, Ben. I was starting to think I might just have to leave without you"
Chuckling, I pull her closer and kiss her forehead. "I'm sorry Mom, traffic was a nightmare."
"Well lucky for you, I think you're worth waiting for." She smiles and hugs me like it's been years rather than weeks since I've been here.
"Can I get you something to eat, sweetie?"
"Nah, thanks Mom. I'd rather finish loading the car and get the hell out of here."
"Oh, I was hoping you'd say that!"
We quickly finish packing my stuff into her already half loaded Subaru Forrester, lock up the house, and take off.
"Are you sure that Melissa is ok with you taking most of the week?" She asks, almost uncertainly, as we back out of the driveway.
"You might have to stop asking me that, Mom." I chuckle. "I think that's like the tenth time in two days."
"It's just a long time and I know you have other things to do."
"Whoa, there's NOTHING I'd rather be doing Mom, and you know that." I smile at her. "Besides, Melissa thinks it's sweet; the ways I make time for you."
"Okay then!" she says, instantly brightening up.
I know better though and I smile at her: "That was almost convincing Mom." I can't resist laughing. "I think it's sweet of you to pretend that you care about whether you're hogging me all to yourself." She smiles back and laughs with me.
We continue to chit-chat for the next couple of hours, eventually lapsing into a comfortable silence. I find myself staring at her, as I often do when I am around her. I tell her all the time how beautiful she looks; knowing that it makes her feel good to have another man tell her that, even If he is her son.
"What do you see?" her typical response when I stare.
Grinning slyly, I reply. "You know, I didn't think it was possible, but I think you actually managed to get even more Beautiful while I was gone."
She blushes and giggles; "You're sweet hon, but you're crazy." Mom never thinks that she's as good looking as I tell her; and she doesn't really think she's anything special. Something which has always really bothered me. I see the way she gets noticed by men whenever we go somewhere. Even I've always noticed Mom; aware of how very sexy she is. I couldn't help noticing sometimes. Particularly her perky 36a breasts, whom she loved to leave braless just about all the time. But especially under her skimpy, strappy tank tops and sundresses. I mostly just shrug it off though. I've never really given it much thought and just attributed it to being a "guy-thing"; noticing something like that, regardless of who the Woman it might be.
"That's ok Mom, that doesn't make me any less right about you." I pause for a moment. "Besides, you deserve to hear how good you look."
"You always know just what to say. And with lines like that, it's no wonder you landed Melissa." she turns to look at me. "You look really handsome, by the way. I like how you look when you don't shave for a few days."
At that, I just laugh and continue to watch her as she drives. I'm nothing special to look at. I'm average looking, in my own opinion. I'm 21 and six feet tall with broad shoulders. I have short brown hair and the same brown eyes as Mom. I'm in pretty good shape, being a runner myself as well. I do alright with Women, but I'm not the type who just looks to score, I'm more of a relationship guy. Probably the real reason I won Melissa over.
Holly on the other hand, has always been incredibly beautiful, as I've often used to describe her. She just turned 40, but doesn't look a day over 32. She just continues to get even more attractive as she gets older. Part of her appeal, is that experienced and sensual confidence that only comes with age in a Woman; while the other part is her bright, sparkly and outgoing personality, coupled with an energy that makes her seem only half her age. A fact that causes most people to often mistake her for my older sister when we're together. She has a way of being subtly flirty and charming without trying, and she has these big brown eyes that just sparkle; all framed in dirty-blond hair. At 5'5, she is a solid size 10, but running 14 miles a week has given her a slimmed and toned figure with some really sensual curves......
