****All Characters are over 18. ***
Andrew was in the den playing video games, when his Mom stormed into the room, her cheeks streaked with mascara.
"Mom, why are you crying?" Andrew asked, concerned.
"The sheriff just left, he served me with divorce papers. I don't understand I thought everything was fine between me and your father! That fucking asshole. I can't believe he would do this to us. We were supposed to go to Punta Cana next week as a second honeymoon. Fuck! Twenty years down the drain."
Andrew stood up and wrapped his arms around her petite frame, she leaned her head against his chest. He could feel her tears soaking through his shirt, "It will be okay, Mom, we don't need him."
"You'll always be my baby, Andrew."
"I know you love me, I also knew that Dad has been cheating on you for years, I didn't want to tell you that I knew."
She looked up, "You knew too?"
"Yeah, it was no secret. Neither of us should be surprised."
"I just can't believe he would mislead me with planning a second honeymoon, while filing for divorce at the same time. I thought he really wanted to try to fix our relationship." Fresh tears began to well in her eyes.
"He probably did it to distract from what he was really up to. That is how he thinks. He plays games with people." Andrew scowled, holding his mother closer to him. "He only cares about himself, he never loved us."
She sniffled, "I am so sorry to put you through this, baby, I love you so much. I am going to call a locksmith to change the locks. I am not letting him back into this house until we go to court."
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The next day after the locksmith left Andrew came downstairs and saw his Mom looking out the window. Her long straight, black hair fell to the middle of her back, her sundress hugged her round bubble butt.
"Dad is fool to let her go." Andrew thought to himself.
"Hi Mom, what ya doing?" She turned and was still crying, her tan breasts glistened with fallen tears. She stepped forward, wearing white flip-flops, her toes painted a glittery fire engine red.
"Thinking."
"What are ya thinking about?"
"I have so much to do, I need to find a lawyer, we may have to sell the house, I have to cancel the trip to Punta Cana."
"Don't worry so much, Uncle James is a lawyer. I am sure he will help you; he's your brother -- plus he hates Dad. He will destroy him in court and you'll be able to keep the house. Don't cancel the trip; a vacation may be just what you need to help you relax and clear your head."
"You are right. I don't know why I am so scared. I guess it's because I am so use to having your father take care of everything. But look where that got me, and I don't want to go to Punta Cana alone."
"You don't have to go alone, I would love to go with you, and have Dad pay for it." He chuckled.
Her smile shined for the first time in days, "I love you, baby."
She hugged Andrew tight. He looked down at her, he couldn't help not to look down at her cleavage, as she pressed her breasts against him. He felt his cock begin to stiffen.
He leaned forward and kissed her forehead, "I love you Mom, and we are going to have a great time next week in the Caribbean."
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The taxi stopped in front the house, the driver got out and opened the trunk. Andrew's muscles bulged as he heaved their luggage into the trunk and slammed it shut. He opened the passenger door.
"Let's hit the road, Mom." He said, as he watched her climb in.
She was wearing a pair of tight white shorts, and a matching Nike sports bra.
They arrived at the Philadelphia airport, got their tickets, went through customs, and boarded the plane. The seating was tight; his shoulder was pushed against his Mom. As the plane began to take off, he felt his Mom's body stiffen, he held her hand, "Don't worry, Mom. I got you."
"Thank you, sweetie."
He looked down at her hand in his, her small fingers manicured to match her toes. He brushed his thumb over the top of her hand to soothe her. The feeling of stroking her soft skin sent a slight chill up his arm. As the plane lifted off, he continued to gently caressed his Mother's hand while gazing down at her sparkling toes. The scent of her, the smoothness of her tan skin, and the femininity of her sparkling little toes made his cock tingle.
She sighed, closed her eyes and leaned towards the window. Andrew shifted his weight and leaned against her while still stroking her hand, each stroke going just a little further up her arm. He looked her thigh that was resting against his, wonder what it would be like to touch her there.
He gently ran his fingers up and down her forearm, as he examined her shapely legs, thighs, and pretty feet. His eyes explored his Mother's body, while he fought with his imagination, that kept drawing him towards incestuous fantasies.
The plane landed, they got their luggage. The hot, humid air washed over them as they exited the airport to catch a shuttle to the resort.
"Whew! This heat is overwhelming."
"Yeah, it sure is," answered Andrew, as he watched a bead of sweat roll down the front of his Mother's neck and disappearing into her cleavage.
He took a deep breath, trying to shake his thoughts. A white van pulled and a man loaded their luggage, everyone climbed in and the van sped off. They sat close to each other, the van didn't have air conditioning. Andrew's Mother dripped with sweat; it was running down her stomach, her thighs glistened. She felt dampness between her legs, from the heat, while Andrew's mind wandered.
He felt a slight shudder as his Mother placed her hand on his leg. "This is going to be a wonderful week. Thank you for coming."
"You're welcome, Mom, we don't need Dad to have fun."
"I know, baby." She smiled and rubbed his leg.
He felt a pang of panic, embarrassed by his erection. He prayed that she would not notice it, but her hand rubbing his leg was enough to make his imagination go wild with fantasies of licking the sweat from every inch of his Mother's body.
They arrived at the resort the concierge gathered their bags, and they followed him into the room. Andrew's jaw dropped when he saw the room. It was all white marble decor, complete with a Jacuzzi and a single king size bed.
"Holy shit, this room is amazing." Andrew said.
"Yeah, this is a lot nicer than I expected. Look it has a bar." His Mom replied, as the concierge left and closed the door. She walked around the room, examining the fully stocked bar. Then she pressed down on the bed.
"Oh, this feels so comfy." She kicked off her flip flops and plopped down on the bed. "This is fantastic. Andrew, you have to feel this bed."
Andrew kicked off his sandals and laid down next to her. "Wow, you're not kidding this like heaven."
"I hope you don't mind sharing a bed?" She asked.
"I am cool with it." He tried to appear calm, while inside his heart was racing with excitement.
"Great! I am going to unpack some of our things so we can get ready for dinner. You can lay there and rest for a bit."
Andrew watched his Mother as she bent over to open the suitcase. Her tight, white shorts strained, sliding into her crack like a thong, he could see her pussy lips bulging through the fabric. His cock sprung up in his pants, too much for him to hide.
"It's cold in here." He said as he pulled a blanket over himself to conceal his erection.
He put his hand down his shorts and gently stroked his cock while watching his Mom bending over unpacking. He abruptly stopped stroking when she turned towards him.
"Do want a glass of Rum?" She asked.
"Sure." He answered, letting go of his cock.
She handed him a tall glass of rum on the rocks, he felt the burn as he swallowed it down, while his mother drank hers all at once.
"Wow!! That was good, " Andrew followed suit and drank his down too.
"Let's get something to eat," she said.
"Okay." He got up and they left the room.
They came across a little French restaurant on the resort. Afterwards, they went to the bar.
"Hey bartender, what to recommend?"
"Ha! Mamajuana."
