"Dad, how can you do it to me? You promised. You are busy all the time, and we never spend time together."
"Sorry, son. I did plan to go on this trip, but the discovery of the two most distant pair of merging quasars ever discovered has to be worked on now. We cannot lose one day, otherwise, the study won't be complete, and the chance be lost."
"I believe you. However, you realize that since I was a child, the 3 of us went only once anywhere. Your work is important but don't you think your family deserve some of your time?"
"I do apologize to you and will do the same to Mom. I wish the timing could be better."
I went to my room and slammed the door behind me.
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Let me start from the beginning.
On the upcoming Saturday, I would turn 21. About a month earlier, my girlfriend, Abi, and I planned to take advantage of our vacation and travel to Maui for a week. However, she broke up with me a week later. I knew it would happen eventually, but I hoped to spend more time with her. I really liked her, and sex with her was excellent. As I said, I wasn't surprised it happened, but the timing couldn't be worse.
My father, Kurt, was a senior astronomer at the Mauna Kea observatories. Since childhood I noticed his work came before, and often instead of, caring for Mom and me. Mom, Claire, was very different. She was warm, loving, always nice, and ready to help. She worked part time at a local hardware store. We have lived on Hawaii's Big Island since Dad got his Job there. We moved from New York and it took us some time to get used to the much slower and calmer life here, but overall, I'd say it was a successful change.
The day after Abi decided to move out of my life, I was upset and depressed. Dad was away, as usual. Mom noticed my sour mood and inquired about the cause. I said shortly, "Abi left. I canceled our trip."
"Brody, honey, it's a very important birthday. Did you think about going somewhere with friends? It's summer vacation, and I am sure some of them have nothing better to do and would like to join you."
"I don't feel like seeing friends now."
"But I thought you had in mind a party for your birthday."
"That was before we broke up."
"I cannot let you be like that on your birthday. Dad and I will take a few days, and we'll go together to enjoy the beautiful weather at our beach house."
"Mom, we can do that, but don't be surprised if I am still emotional there."
"Let me talk to Dad and my workplace so they have enough time to prepare."
Mom's 5 days vacation was approved by her supervisor. Later, she called Dad at work and he said he'd join us. Well, no more Abi, but a family vacation on a sunny beach wasn't bad - After all, I hardly spent quality time with my father.
Mother was a completely different story. Until my first year in college, she was the best mother in the world, who turned out to be also my best friend 2 years earlier. One day, 5 of my friends came to my house to watch a basketball playoff game. Mom was nice and didn't interrupt, but often, she showed up to serve snacks and more beer. I still recall Lance's comment, "Brody, your mother is a real MILF." I chuckled, "Thanks, bro; I am sure she'd like to know you find her attractive." The next time she entered my room with beer, I saw every one of my friends ogle her. I didn't know what all the fuss was about, but in retrospect, I may have been under the influence at the time.
After that evening, I remembered only 2 things: The Lakers won, and my friends thought Mom was a MILF.
I started looking at her differently; From my Mom, she gradually turned into an attractive woman. From a friendly mother, I began noticing her face and body. She was 43 years old, 5'4", 130 pounds, cute face, shoulder length wavy brown hair, and a reasonable figure that was always hidden under her loose robe.
I'll never forget the first day I saw her coming out of the bathroom wearing only a bra and panties. She smiled at me, "I thought you were out; otherwise, I'd be dressed."
"Mom, you are at home. You can have on whatever you feel like, whether I am here or not."
She grinned, "That's my boy," and she kissed my cheek.
The truth - I was lying. Her gorgeous figure was hard to miss. Her C cup tits stood up high on her chest, covered by a soft pink bra. The tummy was flat and very feminine. The low-cut panties were partially transparent, revealing a narrow landing strip underneath. Her curvy hips were amazing, especially when she moved away from me toward her bedroom. It wasn't a walk; it was more like a glide.
I couldn't get her fantastic figure out of my mind for days. Like a classic pervert, when she was out, I checked her drawers. Her C cup bras were soft and had a floral scent to them. Most of her panties were low-cut, silky ones. I stole 2 of them from the middle and used them during masturbation. If you think I became obsessed with her, you'd be right.
...
So 2 days before driving to our beach house, Dad bailed out. I was very disappointed, but there was nothing I could do about it. Dad told Mom about his decision during dinner. Mom stared at him and asked, "Kurt, I don't remember asking you many favors during our marriage. You are hardly here. This time, it is about our only son. Over the years, your interaction with him was minimal. You have a great opportunity to fix it now. Please think about it again."
Dad looked at me and then at her, "I apologized to Brody already. I really wanted to be with you two, but these days, our work at the observatory is too important."
Mom looked at him strangely. Her expression was a combination of disgust, pity, and a smirk. I have never seen her face like that before. Then she turned to me, "Brody, it's only you and I against the world. It's your birthday, and we'll do whatever you choose. We can do things together, or you can go without me and find a nice girl on the beach and spend time with her."
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Saturday morning, Mom and I drove to the beach house. It was near Kahaluu-Keauhou and took us 40 minutes to arrive. Last time Dad was there was 5 years ago, and he stayed there for only 2 days. I spent good time there with Abi and friends a year earlier. Mom visited the place more often, usually by herself or with her friend Barbara.
I carried our luggage in and noted everything was nice and arranged as if we never left it. However, Mom began dusting the table.
I laughed, "Can't you ignore your perfectionist attitude and relax? We are here to relax. Minimal dust won't kill us. Let's enjoy the weather and the calm sea."
She stopped and smiled, "You are right. A clean home is rooted in my mind. I'll put on a swimsuit and be out in a minute."
I wore my Speedo and exited to the fenced yard. Dad wanted it fenced and surrounded by thick bushes because when we bought it, we had a dog. The dog died years ago, and the fence kept prying eyes from seeing inside the property and looking to steal stuff.
I went out and enjoyed the soft sandy beach under my bare legs. I strolled along the shore, looking for interesting shells. I didn't find any, likely because our neighbors had already collected them when we were away.
Mom came out of the gate wearing a light green bikini. She smiled broadly, "It's so much better here than at home. I love the sound and smell of the ocean. And if the water is not too cold, I'd like to swim."
While she was talking, my eyes were focused on her terrific body. Her coming-out-of-the-bathroom image floated again before my eyes. God, she was beautiful. My friends were right - she was the ultimate MILF. How did I miss it for so many years? She strolled leisurely toward the water as I ogled her almost-dancing steps.
My penis, which hadn't seen action in weeks, woke up and began stiffening in my swimsuit. I was conflicted: I loved Mom, but reacting like that to your own mother was just too perverted.
As my mind concentrated on my unruly organ, Mom turned back to me, "The water is slightly cold yet. Let's get a tan for an hour or two and try again. Can you please bring the bag I left on the table?"
I returned to the house and noticed the bag. It felt heavy. I opened it and saw suntan lotion, a large straw hat, sunglasses, and... a cold bottle of Moet & Chandon Champagne. I giggled; Mom wanted to celebrate my birthday with champagne by the water. I grabbed 2 glasses and came out.
She exercised with the sea in the background. I stopped and watched her. She was doing a perfect bridge with her prominent tits pointing skyward. Then she assumed a spagaat position! I was amazed. I never knew she was such a good gymnast. She was very flexible. However, my cock saw her differently; It saw a breathtaking sexy woman posing before it, and within seconds was at full mast, creating a huge tent in my front.
Mom glanced at me and said, "I like some stretching exercises before tanning. You should..." She stopped talking, and I saw her eyes directed at my groin. She blushed.
Neither of us talked for about a minute.
Then I asked, "I saw the Champagne bottle. Is it for my birthday?"
"Yes, honey. Turning 21 is a big deal. We must drink to your adulthood and success in life."
I opened the bottle without spilling a drop and chugged directly from the bottle. Mom laughed and said, "That's the way to celebrate! No fuss and no speeches. Only fun." She did just like me and gulped a couple of times as well.
We walked on the beach, soaking in the sun and drinking along the way. At one point I asked Mom if she wanted to go back and put suntan lotion on, but she refused, saying that the afternoon rays were weaker and we'd see the sunset in an hour.
I've observed the sunset from our beach house a few times before. It was a sight to remember: The small white clouds turned pink, and it was picture perfect.
We sat on the sand looking at the tiny white waves, and slowly my pecker returned to its resting size. We chatted about my studies, and I noticed Mom became chattier and more giggly. I felt slightly lightheaded but happy.
As the sun was just above the horizon, Mom stood up, and her eyes were mesmerized by the red sun. She whispered, "It's so beautiful and romantic."
I could visualize her profile, and she looked like an angel: Her pretty face pointing forward, her arms behind her back, and her legs slightly spread.
I moved behind her and hugged her tummy. I leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Mom, thank you for being here with me. I love you so much."
She murmured, "Honey, you are my only treasure. I love you with all my heart."
I felt her warmth and smelled her hair. The closeness was intoxicating.
I am not sure where I got the courage, but I kissed her neck.
Mom whispered, "Oh, honey..."
Her calm acceptance of my kiss was unexpected. I moved closer to her and kissed her neck again. At that moment, 2 things happened: She trembled mildly, and her palms, that were behind her back, met my covered growing prick.
