Chapter 1: A Trip
"Come on honey, we want to get something to eat quick before things get crazy out there," my mom said as she came out of the bathroom. We were in a hotel room, the three of us, so things were kind of crowded. There was my mom Alice, there was me (Taylor), and there was my mom's best friend Kara. My mom was drying her long, soft black hair and smiling at herself in the mirror. She had reason to smile, my mother was gorgeous. Beyond her hair, she had this sexy olive skin, big perfect violet eyes with really long eyelashes. Her nose was small and her face was intimidatingly beautiful. She was pretty tall at 5'8 and she was happy because, at long last she had gotten her weight back down to where she was in high school, she weighed 110lbs. Her body was perfect. She had big, 32-C breasts, a flat tummy (with a pierced bellybutton), flared hits, tight butt and long legs. She looked like a model. And she was 36 years old, the prime of her life. She looked even younger, like a college student. That night she was wearing an impossibly tight black tank-top and a short plaid skirt. She was wearing flip-flops.
Few people would believe that I was her daughter. Not because of my looks. If fact, people were always saying that we looked a lot alike. Except they always thought that she was my older sister. See my mom had gotten pregnant with me when she was 18 years old. Now, I was 18 and blossoming into a woman. They couldn't believe such a young woman had such a beautiful young lady for a daughter. And that is what I was. I had my mother's hair, eyes and coloring. My face was as beautiful as hers, but a bit softer, perhaps because of a slightly smaller nose. This somehow made me look less fierce and sexual. At the time, my breasts were still pretty small, 32-A cups. My stomach was flat, the last of my baby fat having melted off during middle school. I have shapely legs and an athlete's butt. I was only 5'2 then and about 98lbs. That night I was wearing a tight pink t-shirt (you could see the black bra I was very proud of through the think material) and short white shorts.
In fact, at the time, the only thing that made me different from my mother, besides the fact that I was smaller and younger, was the fact that I had been born without a left hand. I know, it is kind of weird. My mom didn't know she was pregnant with me until she was 5 months pregnant. As you might have guessed, a girl who gets pregnant in high school is a bit of a party animal and my mom had been drinking pretty regularly up until the time I was born. So my hand was not there. In fact, my arm stopped right at the narrowest part of my arm, right before where my wrist would be in a clean rounded end. It made me very self-conscious and sometimes I think my mom, who cared about the way she looked and how I made her look, was embarrassed about it too. Although she never said anything.
"How do I look?" Kara said. Kara was wearing a white bikini top and jean shorts. I smiled because I liked Kara. She was a lot of the things my mother was not. She was attentive and she was warm and she was funny. My mom was smart and gorgeous but sometimes she was self-centered and intimidating. She didn't want me to make the mistakes she did, so she was tough on me. She demanded that I be smart as well as sexy. It was a lot of pressure. Kara just liked me for what I was and I liked that. And Kara had a softer kind of beauty that I wished (at the time) that I had. She had long blonde hair and blue eyes. She had a 1000-watt smile. Her skin was milky white and she had giant, porn-cheerleader breasts. Her body was very curvy. She was only a little taller than me at 5'5 and she was around 125lbs. My mom had known Kara forever. My mom and Kara's older sister, Pam, had been beast friends in high school. Pam had sort of outgrown my mom and so she started hanging out with Kara. They had sort of matured at the same time, my mom a little behind the curve (except for her sexual maturity). So Kara was only 25 then, just graduated. She had a masters in elementary education now. My mom ran one of my grandpa's pizza shops.
"Hot," my mom said, smiling at her friend. She looked over at me and gave me a weak, but still welcomed smile, "You look very pretty too honey." If she was really happy she'd tell me I looked sexy or hot. But pretty was still good. I would take it.
"Shall we move out?" Kara asked. I nodded and the three of us headed for the door. We were at the beach for the weekend. It was the last weekend of summer and my mom wanted to give me a treat before I went to college. She was also congratulating Kara, who had gotten job at the elementary school that I had attended.
We rode down in the elevator. I was so hungry that all I could think about was eating. My mom and Kara were talking about something, but I wasn't really paying attention. We walked briskly through the lobby and soon we were outside, being hit by the oppressive heat. We always vacationed in Florida, and even though it was late August the humidity was insane.
"Oh my god, its hot as a cunt in here," Kara said and we all laughed. Kara was always vulgar, but it was just a show. She was sweet. But sometimes I wondered if she'd be able to keep it together in an elementary school.
"We don't want to walk too long," my mom said and we all nodded. I already felt sweat making my shirt stick to my back. She turned around in the street, looking for something to eat.
"There," Kara said, pointing. It was a seafood place. It had some sort of clever name and it was sitting right on the bay. My mom nodded and we went. This trip was exciting for me. Lots of times my mom went away on trips with her friends to place. Sometimes she would take me to places. But she always kept those two kinds of trips separate. This was the only time I had ever felt like one of the girls. One of the people my mom wanted to be with. It was exciting. I hated seafood, but I wouldn't say a word. Part of being on the all-girls trip was doing what the leader said.
Soon we were inside and sitting at the table. It was cool inside and there were just a bunch of tall, four person tables with a bar in the middle. The wall was covered in goofy nautical stuff and oldies were blasting from the stereo. It was not the kind of place my mom would usually like, but Kara would and my mom was in a good mood because some guys were checking her out at the bar. So we sat down.
"This is so much fun!" I gushed and my mom and Kara smiled. I think my mom liked me growing up almost as much as I did. We looked at the menus quietly for a while, although I noticed my mom casting glances at the guys at the bar occasionally.
"Hey there everyone," a perky male voice said and we all looked up to see a young man who looked like a waiter. He was probably my age. He looked around to all of us, then he saw me adjust my menu with my left arm and his eyes moved away quickly, embarrassed. He stared at my mom instead, either that or Kara's tits. I felt terrible.
"Well," my mom said, seeing him getting embarrassed and getting pissed herself. She could never stand to see anyone else embarrassed by my arm. Even though I was pretty sure she was mortified by it.
"Oh, my name is Kevin," he said, flustered, "Is there something I can get you to drink?" I looked down at the drinks. Coke products. I preferred Pepsi.
"I we would like two shots of tequila to get us started and then two margaritas and a glass of water," my mom said. I was a bit surprised. I knew my mom and her friends drank, but she was getting off to a hard start. I started to say that I wanted a diet Pepsi but my mom squeezed my leg under the table.
"Can I see your IDs" the boy said. Kara and my mother quickly got out their licenses and showed them to Kevin. I looked around nervously. Kevin inspected each license and then handed them back. Then he looked over at me, abashedly. "Hers?"
"Hers?" Kara asked, looking at me, "she is the oldest one here!" Kevin looked confused. Kara leaned over and sort of nonchalantly let her breast rub up against Kevin's side, but kept it there. Kevin got beet read and stared down at Kara's cleavage. This went on for what felt like a long time, but was probably only a few moments. Suddenly, my mom snapped her fingers. Kevin's head swung around quickly, looking at the source of the sound.
"What?" he said suddenly.
"Kevin, was it?" my mom asked in her icy tone and his eyes got wide and he nodded, "Kevin, first you come in here and you stare at our friend Tyler's arm like there is something wrong with you. Then you refuse to serve her a drink. Then you stand over here and stare and Kara's tits and you try to cop a feel. Have I covered that accurately?"
"But..." Kevin said.
"I don't want to hear your justifications. I think that I need to speak to your manager," my mom said, crossing her arms in front of her breasts, "I don't think he would appreciate this sort of behavior."
"No Ma'am." Kevin stumbled, taking a step back away from Kara and looking down at his order, "I think we have had a bit of a misunderstanding. I will go get your drinks now."
"And..." my mom asked.
"Oh and of course, any dessert you get will be on me," he said, stumbling backwards.
"Of course," my mom said, nodding and letting the terrified boy run away. My eyes must have been as big as saucers. I had no idea what was going on. My mom was smiling and Kara was giggling.
"Little boys are so easy," she said and my mom laughed a little now too. Then she turned to me.
"Taylor, I got you a drink. I bet you are wondering why," she said and I nodded weakly, "Don't get excited. You are drinking the water. I got it in case there is a drink minimum." For a second my heart dropped. I had really thought maybe she was going to treat me like an adult. Instead she was using me to make sure she could get shitfaced. Did she even want me here at all.
A few seconds later Kevin was back. He quickly put the drinks all in the middle of the table. He took our orders as fast as humanly possible and then he was gone again. Then she put one of the big margaritas in front of both herself and Kara, and then they both grabbed one of the dark brown shots. She gave me the water. My mom and Kara got the salt and limes together.
"To our trip" then she lifted her shot glass, Kara lifted her own and I did lifted my pathetic water. We all clinked our glasses together. Then my mom and Kara both licked the salt from their wrists. I rook a little sip of water. Then my mom and Kara lifted their glasses to their lifts and quickly swallowed down the liquid. Then they shoved the limes into their mouths quickly and sucked them dry. I saw their faces contort and they coughed and giggled. I finished the rest of my water and wondered what I would get it eat.
Chapter 2: The Crazy Gurlz Crew
Most of the rest of that night is still a blur. I might not have gotten drunk like my mom and Kara did, but I had to keep up with them. They danced in the seafood place, they hit on guys, and they made me incredibly uncomfortable. When we got kicked out of there we ended up at a club for more of the same stuff. It was so hot in that place I was soon dehydrated, I felt sick and woozy, like I had been drinking or something. I wanted to go back to the room and go to sleep, but my mom was almost in a manic state. My mom and Kara danced together really sexy and there were guys cheering and watching, she would never leave something like that. She kept telling me that she loved but that I was a kill joy I spent the entire time sitting in the darkness in the corner.
Finally, the club closed and my mom, Kara and I ended up back outside. We were only a few blocks from the hotel and so they decided to walk. Getting out into the fresh air and knowing that I would soon be in a warm bed improved my mood immensely.
"Did you have fun," Kara asked in a slurred voice.
"Uh-huh" I lied voice and my mom giggled and stumbled a little, she leaned hard against me and I stumbled into Kara and we all stumbled against the wall of the outside of the club. They were laughing and enjoying it and I was a part of it this time. I started to laugh too. We were laughing and trying to get up when we heard a man's voice behind us.
"Hey girls, how're you doing," the voice said.
