It was one in the morning when I finally made it home. I had wanted to go to Florida to celebrate Spring Break and my twenty first birthday all at the same time, but my wallet said fuck you, so here I am. I parked beside my stepmom's old 1968 Volkswagen van. It served as Carmen's mobile massage wagon. And it was a welcoming site even though it was painted hot pink with a big yellow peace symbol painted on the side with the words "Happy Hands" painted below it.
Needless to say I was bone tired from the six hour drive down and there were no lights on in the house which meant my parents were asleep. They always go to bed early. So I grabbed my suitcase and I headed to my room which was around the back of the house it had been the old pool house. But my stepmom Carmen had the bright idea to fill in the pool and make it a Zen rock garden, which looks pretty nice. So dad and I turned the pool house into my bedroom.
I followed the white gravel path around to the back and stopped dead in my tracks at the site that lay before me. The pool house... my room... had been painted... hot pink! "What in the FUCK?!" I gasped in shock, dropping my suitcase. This had to be Carmen's fucking idea! There's no way I'm standing for this crap!
I walked over and began banging on the patio doors. Pretty soon the lights came on in the living room and Carmen came running into the kitchen. She was still tying her robe when she came to the door. Her blond hair was a mess and her blue eyes had a sleepy look about them. Yep I'd woken her up but I was too pissed off to care at the moment!
Dad came in behind her armed with his Glock forty five. Now that concerned me since dad sucked at shooting the damn thing. I should know because we used to practice at the range together and he shoots at everything but the damn target.
"What the fuck is going on?" he shouts.
I guessed that they couldn't see me because the patio doors were tinted so I knocked on the glass again which startled Carmen and she yelped. Dad turned on the outside flood lights and because the damn things were mounted over the doorway it nearly blinded me! Thankfully Carmen recognized me, before dad started popping off rounds.
"James!" She exclaimed, quickly unlocking the door and sliding it open and she pulled me for a big hug. The feel of her big tits against my chest kinda put me at ease and excited me all at the same time. I'm gonna tell yeah boys she's got these tiny little tits and they stand up so nice and firm and her nipples there the size of my thumbs and they stick straight out! I'll tell yeah now the sight of them will make your dicks as hard a brick.
"Dang it James why didn't you call us and give us a heads up that you were coming?" dad snapped lowering the gun...thankfully.
"Because I wanted it to be a surprise, besides it's my birthday and I figured I'd spend it home." I said.
"Well you certainly accomplished that!" dad grumbled. You might be getting the picture of mine and my dad's relationship. He's an asshole!
"Ah shut up, Stan, it's our son's birthday and he deserves to celebrate it at home!" Carmen growled back at him. Dad rolled his eyes and then she turned to me, "It's okay, James."
"It looks like, I'm not the only one to get a shock." I said and pointed at the pool house. "What the hell is that?!"
"Watch your mouth when you're talking to your mom, boy!"
"Oh Stan will you shut up, please?!" Carmen snapped then she turned to me and giggled, "It's my massage and yoga studio, baby. Doesn't it look nice?"
"When did all this happen?" I frowned.
Carmen frowned as well and she turned and looked at dad. Then she popped him hard on the chest, "Stan!! Do you mean to tell me that you didn't inform, James of our plan?!"
My old man suddenly looked sheepish, "Ahh, I...I forgot, sweetheart. I'm sorry."
Carmen shook her head, "You've been forgetting a lot lately! Except for how to find your way to the golf course! How could you have forgotten to tell our son about this?!" she snapped. "No wonder he's shocked, this is all your fault not his!"
Dad hung his head, "I'm sorry, baby."
She shook her head and then turned to look at me again, "James...I don't know what to...?" Her eyes filled with tears. "I know this must be hard for you and I certainly didn't want it to be. But Nelly Belle (her van) broke down on me and I had no place to take my clients and..." Tears started rolling down her cheeks.
Now I suddenly felt bad because Carmen was crying.
I took her in my arms and held her to me, "Wait mom it's okay. I didn't mean to upset you. It's just that I've been on the road all day and I'm so tired."
"Do you mean that, James that it's really okay?" She asked taking my face in her soft hands.
"Yes mom I do." I said and forced a smile. It still sucked but it wasn't worth making her cry over and she was right this was dad's fault. I gave him a hard look and he glared at me.
"Oh James thank you!" she exclaimed. "I just love you so much! Thank you. Thank you THANK YOUUU!!!" she started kissing my cheek and rubbing those tits on me again and I just didn't want her to stop. But my dad certainly did, since the little robe she was wearing came open and she was now rubbing her bare tits against my chest. I could actually feel her fat pink nipples through the thin tank top I was wearing. Hell yeah!
Dad took her by the arm and hauled her back "Damn woman give him a breath will ye!"
Carmen blushed and gathered herself and that's when she noticed that her robe was open. She didn't hurry to close it either. Lets just say my mom is a nudist at heart so she certainly didn't care about her tits showing and I certainly didn't either. But dad was another story, "Close your robe Carmen our son doesn't need to see his mom's tits."
Carmen smiled at me, she knew I liked them but she tied the robe anyway to please dad.
"So where am I bunking tonight?" I asked.
"I have a room already set up for you, James." she picked up my suitcase and grabbed my hand, "Come on I'll show you!" she beamed and practically dragged me through the kitchen. I saw my dad roll his eyes.
"I'll see you in the morning, son. Before I leave." he frowned pulling the sliding door closed and locking it.
I gave him a thumbs up and let Carmen lead me down the hall her plump yet tight ass twitching side to side. She'd picked out one of the larger of the three guest bedrooms and had set it up exactly the way I'd had my room set up in the Pool house. My trophies were on top of the chest of drawers, my double bed was on the opposite wall so it faced the window and she hung all my Ozzy posters in the correct order. She'd even updated my entertainment system too with a new fifty inch flat screen and DVD player! "Oh hell yeah!" I exclaimed grabbing the remote and plopping back on my bed. "How did you talk dad into this?"
Carmen smiled and sat down on the edge of the bed, "James you know good and well that I can get him to do anything after a good massage. You know that." she winked.
I laughed, "Oh yeah he's a sucker for a good hand job."
"Oh my goodness, James!" she busted out in a fit of giggles and popped my foot.
"All shit aside, mom I think it's wonderful how you've set everything up." I winked.
"I'm so glad you like it, honey. I knew you had your eye on this bedroom before your dad forced you to take the pool house."
I smiled, "I guess it was his way of getting me out of the house."
She shook her head, "You two were always at each other's throat."
"He still acts like an ass with me." I said.
Carmen nodded, "I don't know why he acts like that with you honey, I really don't."
"I'm not worried about it, mom. I really wanted to spend my twenty first birthday with you not him."
She leaned over and laid her head against my chest, "Ahh that's so sweet baby, thank you."
