Writer's note: I would like to thank Pro_Ball_Player, a literotica writer, for inspiring me to write my own erotica stories. I would also like to thank Mistress Penelope, my editor, for her assistance in getting my stories to be acceptable for submittal.
This is a story involving a coming of age incestuous relationship between and mother and her daughter. I have chosen the common surname, Jones, to be applied to this pair. Any similarities between events in my fictional story and someone's experience in the real world are purely coincidental. Incest is frowned upon in society and is used in this story for fictional purposes only.
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Chapter 01
My name is Monica Jones and my mom's name is Kayla. I had never been close to my mother. We weren't enemies, we didn't get into fights. We just weren't close. My Dad walked out on us, actually me, when Mom was pregnant with me. He was a liar and treated Mom poorly. When he found out that Mom was pregnant he split. Mom did a great job of raising me by herself. She put herself through college, started her own business and still runs the business to this day. We're never at want for anything; we always have money and a good lifestyle because of Mom's business. That's part of the problem though. She spends all of her time at the office, or at meeting, or out-of-town. She never really spends time with me. She's notorious for missing birthdays. In fact she's two weeks late in recognizing that I turned 18.
Usually skipping birthdays didn't bother me. She always remembered the day afterwards and got me an extra present as a way of saying that she was sorry. But this time, for my 18th birthday, I thought it was going to be special. This time I was hurt.
The confrontation finally hit when we shared a dinner together; we rarely did that anymore.
"Monica, is everything okay? You seem out-of-sorts."
"No Mom, everything is NOT okay." I started yelling at her. "You spend too much damn time at work and not enough time here. My 18th birthday was two weeks ago. TWO WEEKS and I don't hear even a 'happy birthday' from you. I'm glad you finally noticed that I'm out-of sorts."
With that I stormed off to my room and slammed the door. I cranked the stereo and a few minutes later I heard Mom banging on my door.
"Honey I'm so sorry" she repeated over and over again.
I let her stammer on for a while then turned off the stereo. I opened the door to notice that she was crying. She dropped to her knees begging me "I am so sorry sweetie, I'm a bad mother. Can we talk?"
We headed down to the living room. The 'argument' lasted long. It started out angry but cooled down as we were discussing things. It ended well; I was right and Mom knew it. Then she did something that I have never seen her do before.
She called her Vice President and said "Effective immediately I am on vacation. I'll be back in two weeks. Handle all of my calls when I am gone. Only in the most severe emergencies are you to contact me."
Her next call was to her travel agent. "Hi Tom, listen, I need two tickets to Miami. I want to depart tomorrow or the day after that and not return for another 7 days. The second ticket is for Monica, and yes, make sure that they're first class."
Wow, Mom was sure making up for her error in spades. "Are we really going to Miami?" I asked her.
"Yes," she responded, "I'm long overdue in spending any quality time with you. It occurred to me during our discussion that I really don't know you as a person. I know you as a daughter, I know what you like to eat, what you like to wear, where you hang out, and who your friends are. I want to spend time with you in Miami so that we can get to know one-another. This may sound a little lame right now, but 'Happy Birthday Dear.' Let's head out to a movie."
I declined the movie invitation. I was too excited about going to Miami.
"Mom, I think I'd rather stay home and start packing. I've got some laundry to get caught up with." I said.
I was kind of nervous. I had never spent so much time with Mom at once and didn't know how we would fill the time. We never really talked that much and I was worried about that. We started packing that evening and completed the rest of the packing in the morning. It was a relaxed day at home so far. At 2:30, the company car pulled into our driveway. Mom hated paying for taxis and for long-term airport parking. She always had someone from her office drive her to the airport. This time Dennis Thompson, the company Vice President, picked us up. Mom sat shotgun and they went over company notes during the forty-five minute trip. He was set-up to take the reigns of the company while we were out-of-town.
Getting through the airport was a hassle. I couldn't believe that Mom had done this so many times and yet was willing to go through that crap again. As we took our seats I asked, "Mom, is getting through those lines and security always so awful?"
She smirked and responded "Not always, I'll make it up to you. Did you want an adult drink on the flight?"
I shook my head 'yes,' and she said, "Okay, I'll sneak you one when we're airborne.
The white zinfandel was good. Since this was my first flight, Mom made sure I was treated well. I felt like I was a Princess, or a Lady being given such wonderful treatment. Our flight to Miami from New York was about 2 and-a-half hours long. We didn't get much turbulence so the flight went smooth. After getting our luggage we noticed the limo driver's sign stating 'Jones' and we were off to the hotel. Mom got us a beachfront room at a five-start hotel. The accommodations were beautiful. Actually, they were perfect. I checked the concierge desk and found out that the weather would be wonderful for the week as well.
"We can work on our tans," I thought.
Arriving late in the evening we decided to take turns using the whirl-pool bathtub before getting dressed for bed. I gave Mom a hug thanking her for the surprise birthday gift. I told her I loved her and wished her 'good night.'
Waking up the next day, we had a great breakfast and then I made a decision.
"Mom, after I breakfast, can we both get one of those fancy spa treatments?"
She thought that was wonderful idea and called the concierge to make arrangements. The soonest we could get in would be at 1:00 just after lunch. In the meantime Mom suggested that we head out for some shopping.
Walking up-and-down the South Florida outdoor shopping area amongst the palm trees and other tropical plants was a much welcome change of pace. It sure beat the usual stops in New York. We didn't feel like buying much; we enjoyed looking at what the shops had to offer and took mental notes. We also didn't notice time passing; we were caught up in our own thoughts and taking in the sights. It was soon time to grab lunch and head back to the hotel. We chose a Cuban-style restaurant and treated ourselves to some local cuisine.
The odd part of spending this time with Mom was that we really weren't talking too much. It wasn't uncomfortable; it was just odd. We were two people hanging out, but lost in our own thoughts. After the relaxing spa treatment we headed to our room. Mom just wanted to sit on the balcony looking at the ocean while sipping drinks. I asked if I could join her in relaxing on the balcony with some drinks as well. She said sure and we began our soothing afternoon in the sun.
The view was perfect. The drinks were good. Mom made mine a little bit weaker than hers, but beggars can't be choosers.
As the afternoon leisurely passed, the silence began to wear on me.
"Mom, can I give you a penny for your thoughts?" There was a long pause before she answered.
"Monica, my thoughts have been bothering me all day. Actually they've been bothering me since the other night after you went off on me for forgetting your 18th birthday.... Honey, am I bad mother?"
"Mom, you're not a bad mother. You raised me by yourself and started up your company from nothing. It's successful and you have a staff of three dozen employees. The odds were stacked against you in doing any of those things successfully. You managed to do both, and at the same time. On the other hand we rarely spend any time together. You're always at the office. When you're at home you're in your home-office handling calls and taking care of more business. On the weekends, when you do have free time, you're always going out. Sometimes, when growing up I felt that I was on the back burner and low on your priorities. Mom, I love you. I've never wanted for anything. The money your company makes gives us everything we need in terms of creature comforts and the basic necessities. We're clothed, fed, and sheltered. After that, what do we really have?"
Mom was in tears and that wasn't my intent. She's a good person and just lives a way too busy lifestyle. In this moment I had to take a chance at building a relationship with her. If our cycle of not really having a mother/daughter relationship was ever going to change, it would have to start now.
"Mom, please don't cry. I don't mean to hurt you or cause you to tears. I know that you love me and want you to know that I love you."
"Monica, I'm so sorry. I've built a life always being on the go... always doing many things at once. I'm making this promise to you right now. I'm going to take time, every week, to spend with you. My cell phone will be off. There won't be any distractions. It'll be just us."
Then she started crying again. Her crying got me crying and I moved over to join her on her lounge chair. We both sat for some time on the balcony hugging each other and crying on each other's shoulders.
Later that evening, rather than heading out anywhere, we called in our dinner orders to room service. Dinner was delivered about a half-an-hour later and Mom let me have wine too.
After dinner, mom started asking me about my plans for college. I stated that I wanted to get my general education courses done at the local community college and then transfer the credits over to the State University. I told her that I might be a 'chip off the old block' and that I was leaning towards getting a Bachelors of Science in Business/Communication. She was happy to hear that but warned me about the hours needed to run a business. I really didn't need a reminder. I told her that I wanted to minor in web development. She said that if I could learn that quickly she might hire me to revamp her company web site. She also suggested that she has some entry level positions opening up and that she could hire me as an intern for additional college credit.
I asked her if that would create animosity in the work place. She said it might but that was for her to deal with. As long as I showed up on time and did my job properly I wouldn't have anything to worry about.
She seemed impressed with the direction I was headed stating that many girls my age don't have a clue about what they want to do.
"So, what about the boys? A good looking girl like you probably gets her pick of the crop."
