James finished washing his hands and made his way back towards the last spot he saw his mom in: the other side of the gas station store.
"Mom?"
She wasn't around. Did she go back to their car?
Outside, next to the gas pumps, James' beautiful mom Lilly was laying down the back seats. Her dark, long bangs hanging down and bouncing in front of her face as she made space for... something? He didn't really get it.
"Mom...?" he tentatively asked, as he approached his mom from behind. The way she was leaning down, it made him want to...
He shouldn't think those things.
But it's just- The way her ass just...
jutted out
of her fucking frame--and how her pencil skirt clung to it...
God.
He knew he wasn't supposed to think of his mom that way but... it was hard. Even after months of being away from home it was impossible.
"Oh, there you are, sweetheart...!" said his mom, off-handedly, turning her head towards him for the smallest of seconds. Her blue eyes flashed for an instant before she went back to what she was doing.
"Just..." James started "...what are you doing?" he wondered aloud, noticing his mom had been going through their luggage, too "we're almost there, aren't we?"
"Oh...? Yes, I suppose we are..." she said, in that strange kinda mid-atlantic, english-lite accent that always made her so sexy. An old residue from her European upraising, a cultural tell of her family's stock.
She reached further into the car and grabbed something James had failed to notice before: His old comforter and a set of blankets. That's what she grabbed from their luggage?
"Well, honey... it's just-" she hesitated to explain, as she set the blankets over the back of the car. She pressed down a couple times, using her full weight each time.
"Hrm! Hrm!" she sounded, every time she bounced her weight on top of it. Testing the softness, maybe?
From where James was standing, it was her bra which was being tested. How could any clothes contain those mammoth breasts of her? Even in her office clothes she looked... obscene.
"It's just what, mom?" he asked, his eyes not leaving his mom's almost-hanging udders for even a second.
"Your dad just called and..." she sighed, still not looking his way, still working those blankets and comforters into whatever it was she was doing with them.
"Well-" she started explaining, before finally turning around and... cutting away from her explanation again "-just give me a hand with these please, baby..." she said, interrupting herself before grabbing one of his large suitcases and moving it to the front.
He followed suit. His mom must have her reasons, after all.
After somehow fitting both suitcases on the floor behind the front seats, just beneath the now flattened out headrests of the backseats, his mom went right back to business, slamming the back door and sitting on the driver's side.
She still hadn't told him anything.
He smiled her way as they both got on the car, hoping for a continuation of their talk.
"Seatbelts" she said, without looking up.
CLACK
She got the car out of the gas station and once again sighed a long sigh. James stared at her gorgeous, fat, crimson lips. The way her beautiful brown hair cascaded onto her shoulders, even while more than half of it was caught up in a professional-looking bun. Her immaculate style, her elegance. No wonder she ran the most successful PR firm in the city. Everyone would want to make business with her, even if just to look at her some more.
"As I was saying..." she finally started back again, as she merged into the highway "-your father heard your aunt was coming, and so decided he would
go out of his way
bring your brother around, too..." she whined "and they're already
there
..."
She cleared her throat.
"Colin? But that's great...!" answered James, not particularly eager to see his younger brother, but happy he had managed to make it to their family weekend after all "I knew dad would make it, but I thought Colin wouldn't be arriving until Wednesday at least-?"
"Yes! Precisely! Wednesday!" jumped his mom, turning his way. A bit too enthusiastically, thought James. It made him reel back a little bit.
"That's- um..." she cleared her throat "That's how I understood it to be as well is what I'm getting at..." she sighed again.
Colin was James' younger brother. For his graduation present he took a trip, and he supposedly wouldn't be getting to their shared dorm until a few more days at least. But... apparently their dad had managed to arrange it differently. After all, this was the sole weekend his parents would be available to hang out with their kids, give them both a proper send-off to college. Colin especially, since it would be his first year.
Was this a bad thing?
As if reading his mind, his mom answered his question.
"And, well... you know how he
gets
..." she lamented "...all day long he wants something... has some sort of plan for something... and aaalways its 'mom, mom, mom'...!" she shook her head disapprovingly "He'll probably want to stay up late, too, tie us up into a movie or a concert or something...!"
James worried if perhaps she wasn't being a bit too mean about his brother. He was... maybe overactive, though. That was true.
"He's just..." she recanted, realizing how she had spoken "...a bit
overbearing
" she clarified, trying to be more careful with her words.
"Well..." laughed James "that he is..."
She wasn't lying, he thought. Colin was a lot more of a class clown than he was. And he enjoyed getting attention. He usually had some sort of plan going, and he always dragged people into his business.
Last year, when it was just James they were sending off, Colin came along as well, and his energy--like it usually did--sort of overwhelmed everyone. Well, and he'd always been a big momma's boy, too, so a lot of it fell onto their mom. Being the youngest, it had always been that way. And he leaned into it. He liked it. So... James figured it was understandable.
This year, it shouldn't be any different. Especially since it was actually
Colin's
turn to be sent off. No one thought he'd get into the same big-name college that James had, but then he surprised everyone! It was a big deal.
"Well, and the thing is, Jamie..." continued his mom "This year I was hoping that, uh-" she cleared her throat again.
Was she ever nervous? James was sure she wasn't. So what was the big deal?
She sighed again.
"This year, I was hoping I could send you off
properly
..." she said "last year I..." she trailed off, still not looking his way "...I just thought I could be fine with just... and, well..."
James was still a bit lost. She wasn't really saying anything.
His mom took an exit and moved into a small, rural road.
"Uh... are you sure this is the right...?" mumbled James, taking note of the radical change in direction they were suddenly making.
But his mom didn't answer. She just kept driving forward.
The car bumped and swayed over the old, neglected road, and James couldn't help noticing how it made his mom's tits sway and bounce even in her very formal, very modest business suit.
He looked up to find her smiling his way, and shaking her head. Had she seen him looking?
"Uh..."
"Don't worry, sweetheart... I know all about where this road will take us..." she informed him, without really explaining anything, but flashing him a big, motherly smile.
"Right but... it doesn't lead to our dorms, right?" asked James, a bit impatient now "aren't- isn't dad already waiting for us?"
He'd said 'dad' but who he was really thinking about was Colin. Wouldn't he have cut short his super trip to make it and see both his dad
and
his mom? Wasn't it for
their
sake? He would be sharing a room with Colin for the foreseeable future, so it could hardly be for the sake of seeing
him
.
Before his mom gave any answer, they reached the outskirts of a tiny little beach. Probably a bay away from their actual destination, but what seemed to be a nice little spot, with a currently empty shack a few meters in front, a few rows of beach cabins a few meters past that still, and a thick set of palm trees and greenery right in front and to the side of them.
His mom parked the car to their left--right next to some palms--in a bit of a hill overlooking the bay, but still far away from most of the handful of beach-goers still around. The tiny spot seemed like it wasn't meant for parking, but there weren't enough people around for anyone to care, and it did have a nice view of the upcoming sunset.
James looked at the time: 16:57. They were making good time, even with this mystery detour, but he had to wonder what exactly it was all about.
"When I was in high-school, I came to this beach once..." his mom said "it was a secret spot back then, but it seems like it's not really secret anymore" she chuckled, looking around.
James was looking around, too. It was definitely a nice little beach spot, but he still didn't quite understand what was going on.
"Do you like it?" she asked "...I didn't really think I'd ever be back..." she trailed off.
"Sure, uh..." started James a bit confused still "It's really nice..."
His mom let out another long sigh, and turned off the engine.
"I'm glad you like it... it's a nice view..." she almost growled, her voice lowering almost into a purr "maybe this will still turn out for the best..."
"Is this what you wanted to show me, mom?" asked James, sincerely, trying to finally find out what was happening.
"Oh, no, it wasn't..." chuckled his mother "I guess I still haven't explained..."
The way she was looking at him, it was somehow different, thought James. He had seen it before, that expression, but it wasn't often. She seemed, somehow, more vulnerable but also more... secretive.
"Your father was supposed to get to Cape Haven tonight... tomorrow, really. His plane landed at around 3 am..." she explained, so far bringing up stuff he already figured "however, last minute he changed his itinerary--on his end and without telling me--to get there earlier..." she went on.
