WARNING - THIS IS PART 1 OF A MULTI-PART SERIES. There, now I warned the commenters who were offended I didn't put that disclaimer in. There is sex in this story, but not as much as the next parts. Thank you to those who have liked and followed me, to those who don't, that's ok, please don't feel obligated to read this. My writing style is not for everyone, that's ok, you don't have to like it.
A trip to remember
Growing up I never had an Oedipus complex even though my friends constantly talked about banging my mom. She was very pretty, she was blonde, 5'2, 110 pounds with clothes on - small framed but had curves. I was aware of what they all said, but I just never looked at her that way. My mom was amazing, she was a doting wife, amazing and loving mother, but still I never looked at her sexually. She was always just doing whatever my father told her to do, keeping the house up, and taking care of me.
Let me expand on this a little, my mother was very passive, as in, my father would tell her what he wanted to eat and that's what she cooked. He would tell her what to wear, and that's what she'd wear. I never thought anything of it growing up, it's just how it was.
When I was in high school my parents always taught me to be responsible, I actually stayed away from alcohol for the most part and avoided drugs completely. I had a high school sweetheart, and we had been together since we were sophomores, it was easy to just make good decisions. As I got older my father made a deal with me that if I kept my grades up in college, they would take me and whatever girlfriend I had to Vegas for my 21
st
birthday on an all-expenses paid weekend. They agreed to get us our own room and just wanted to celebrate with us - even though they knew they weren't the party animals they use to be.
Fast forward several years and me keeping the grades up, my father held up to his end of the bargain. When I got my grades at the end of the semester in 2001, I had all A's in every class. He looked at me and my mother and said it looked like we were going to Vegas. He asked me to pick a hotel that I wanted to stay at, and they would do the rest. Now, I had never been to Vegas and didn't know a high-end casino from a cheap one. As far as I was concerned, I wanted one that was a party, that wasn't crazy expensive, and I wanted one that seemed centrally located.
I ended up settling on Circus Circus - yes, I know now what I didn't know then and even my dad tried to intervene, but my mind was made up. It looked like a complete party casino where everyone was having fun, and the alcohol would be flowing freely. My parents booked two rooms that were directly across the hall from one another, rooms 1016 and 1017. They bought airline tickets for all four of us and everything was set exactly like they promised.
Everything until 2 days before we were supposed to leave, and my girlfriend broke up with me. In fact, she told me she had been sleeping with one of my friends at home while I was off in college and had been for the last year. I was devastated. I told my parents I didn't want to go, I begged them to cancel and get their money back, but unfortunately, they couldn't. If they cancelled the trip, they lost the airfare and the cost of the hotel, so cancelling was not an option to them. As you can imagine, I was depressed and pissed when my birthday weekend came around. Here I am, a 21-year-old guy headed to the airport with mommy and daddy going to Vegas because he was too much of a golden-child to live wild. It was miserable.
Several hours later we land in Vegas and once we walked out of the airport to catch a cab, the heat hit me like I had never experienced. Summertime in Vegas is a heat that you cannot explain, it radiates off the concrete and the buildings and saturates your soul. We got to the hotel, and I couldn't wait to get to my room and shower, I felt nasty from the plane and sweaty from the cab and pissed and depressed all at the same time. Ungrateful - that's what I was.
I told my parents I was going to take a shower and cool down and would catch up with them later...but my dad wouldn't hear it.
"No, we have some things planned and paid for and I'm going to make damn well sure you enjoy yourself. Put your swim trunks on - I'll see you in 10," my father said.
WTF is what I thought to myself, how is this my birthday vacation when I'm being told what to do from the time we get here? Hell, I didn't even WANT to be there!
"Ok," was all I muttered back as I let myself into my empty hotel room. Alone.
10 minutes later my parents were knocking at my door, begrudgingly I changed into my swimsuit and opened it. There my dad stood with a wife-beater tank top on, his fat stomach pushing the front of the shirt out as if he were pregnant. Next to him, my mother stood with a sun dress on, and her blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. What a weird couple I stood there and thought.
Mom was 44, dad was 48, but they looked more like 28 and 75, they could not have looked more opposite. She took care of herself, didn't overeat, walked or jogged every day and just kept herself up. My dad on the other hand looked like he ate everything at the buffet bar except the salad. He just looked old and out of it.
Still not knowing what we were doing, I followed them down to the lobby and outside to a taxi.
"MGM" my dad barked at the driver.
"Why are we going to the MGM?" I asked.
My mother looked at me and said, "we originally thought you two would love some time at a party pool when we got here, to just have fun and loosen up. But now we just want to make sure you have fun hun."
Awesome I thought to myself.
The pool was amazing, live DJ, loud music, beautiful women everywhere, and we had a full cabana with bottle service. It was amazing. I knew I liked whiskey, but I also knew I was a lightweight, so I wanted to make sure I wasn't in the pool drowning less than an hour after we got to Vegas. I decided to drink whiskey and water, that way I could dilute the drink as much as I wanted but still look like I was drinking. My dad on the other hand decided to go all out on a cucumber vodka drink...by the pitcher. I have to give it to my parents; they did their best to make it fun. And truthfully, it was. We drank, laughed, told stories about college and their days as kids. It was enjoyable. As I got a couple whiskey's in, I started noticing my mother in a way that I never had in the past.
Her body was amazing. B-sized breasts, small waist and a perfect ass that swayed when she walked. I don't know how I never noticed, right in front of me was this stunning woman...but she was my mom. My father decided to get another pitcher for them, as he got out of the water my mother decided to get out and drink some water. As she climbed out, I watched her two-piece bikini cling to her in a way that I had never seen. In the past my mother had always been modest, wearing only one-pieces any time we swam. I just never saw her wearing anything so sexy. So sexy that my dick noticed and started growing in my shorts.
My father came back with another pitcher and another whiskey for me and told me the day has only begun. To get ready for a big night and weekend and to enjoy everything in front of me. At the time I knew he meant to enjoy Vegas, but in my head, I wanted to enjoy something I knew I never would. Twenty minutes later the pitcher is gone...and so is my dad. 2 hours at the pool and he struggled to put together sentences. My mother was drunk too, but she handled herself well enough that it was difficult to tell until you spoke to her.
We got ourselves together and headed back to Circus Circus, only for me to find out that dinner was planned at 5:30 at some restaurant that they made reservations at 2 months prior. I went back to my room and just could not get the thought of my mother out of my head. She looked so sexy, so perfect. Even as she was just floating in the water next to me, all I could think about was her tits, and if she shaved her pussy, and what she looks like naked. As I got undressed to shower, my dick reminded me that he was thinking about her too. The thought of untying her top, lowering it down and seeing her nipples come into view...I just couldn't hold out. I came all over the bathroom floor in just a few strokes...I didn't even realize I was actually masturbating until I exploded. Fuck.
I showered and was ashamed of myself for thinking of my mom that way, what fucked up pervert thinks of fucking his mother. At 4:45 my mom knocked on my door, as I opened it, I could not believe what stood before me. My mother, wearing a tight, black, form fitting dress that hung just below her knees. She looked stunning, riveting, beautiful in a way that I had never noticed.
"Where's dad?" I stammered.
