Monday morning, there was a knock at my bedroom door. It was Dad. "Son, I just got a call from work and I have to pack right away so I can make the flight at noon. If you drive me to the airport, you can use my car for the week."
I rubbed my eyes, and threw off the blankets. "Sure. But what is the hurry?"
Dad was buttoning a shirt as he answered. "There was an accident at one of our plants in England and they are assembling a team to go investigate it." I got up right away and made my way to the kitchen to get breakfast before we had to leave.
Mom was in her housecoat, sipping on coffee when I got there. Another mug, half full, was next to her at Dad's place setting. I yawned, and then said, "I guess it's just you and me for the week, eh?"
Mom stopped, mid sip, and had that far away look in her eye. Then she answered, "Yeah, it looks that way, doesn't it?" I felt a bit of a stir in my pants, but knew that I was a long way from bedding down with Mom again. Dad probably wouldn't be ready for another twenty minutes, and then the drive is more than an hour to the airport. I wouldn't likely be back before early afternoon. I pulled out a bowl and poured Frosted Flakes into it, filling it up with milk.
Dad came down fifteen minutes later and sat to hurriedly drink the rest of his coffee. He checked his phone and set his luggage and laptop by the front door. "Are you ready, Pete?"
I got up, gave Mom a quick kiss, and said, "I'll be back just after lunch."
Dad came into the kitchen as Mom got up, and the two held each other before he announced, "Well, Pete, I guess you're the man of the house for the week." He kissed Mom deeply and said, "I should have this all wrapped up by Friday. I will call you every night."
"I love you baby. And you," she pointed to me, "don't be driving like a madman on the highway. I will see you later."
I picked up the luggage and laptop for Dad and waited at the front door. Mom smiled and said, "Behave while you are in London."
Dad offered, "Yeah, as if," and the two of us were off.
In the car, Dad thanked me for helping them through this 'rough patch', as he put it.
"Things were just getting fun when this came up. I hope you and Mom enjoy the week together." He looked for my reaction, but I kept from showing my glee at having unfettered access to Mom.
"I'll take good care of Mom for you."
Dad laughed a bit. "I'm sure you will, Pete."
Traffic was heavy with road construction, and it took quite a bit longer to get to the airport and back home. Mom's car was in the driveway so I checked the backyard first but she wasn't there. The downstairs was quiet, and I figured Mom was either in bed awaiting my arrival, or maybe just masturbating. I had no idea how constantly horny she was until the past few days.