This is another attempt at a mother/son story. It is a work of pure fiction and I tried to have a little fun with it. Everyone in the story is over 18. It should also be noted that there is sex in this story but it does take a while to get to it. If you're looking for a quick read then this story is not for you. I like to develop my characters and story line. Hope you enjoy it and any comments are welcomed.
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My name is Shawn and this story really begins over 12 years ago when my father died in a plane crash on a business trip. That put a sudden end to my childhood and at the age of 13 I became the man of the house. I had no idea of what was expected of me or what I should do. My mother was devastated and mourned his death for almost 3 years. I grew up fast during that time and learned how to manage on my own for the most part while helping my mother cope.
My parents met in college and fell madly in love. My mother Laura was a sophomore and my father David was a senior at that time. They knew early on in their relationship that they would be together for life. Mom became pregnant with me her junior year so they had a quick wedding and began their married life together. My father found a good job and things were going along wonderfully. I remember having long talks with my dad as I got older and him teaching me how to throw a baseball, football, and how to shoot a basketball. We had a great father/son relationship.
Both my parents were very good looking. Dad had that young preppy executive appearance going for him while mom had this outdoorsy all natural look about her. I saw a picture of two of them together before she was pregnant with me and at first I thought it was a J. Crew or Tommy Hilfiger ad from a magazine. He was wearing a dark blue polo shirt, cargo short, and deck shoes. She wore a bright red sleeveless shirt, very short white shorts, and sandals. They were a gorgeous looking couple.
My dad was fairly tall at about 6' 2" with wavy blond hair and blue eyes and an athletic build with broad shoulders, narrow waist, and muscular legs. He played baseball in high school and college and even had dreams of going pro, but then he met mom.
She was beautiful in a way that was disarming to men and non-threatening to women. It was as if she would smile in a dark room then it would be filled with light. She had long silken brown hair, dark brown eyes, and a body of a ballerina with long delicate legs, smallish breasts, maybe 34Bs, and she even moved like a dancer. She was tall standing at 5'9" and over the years maintained her wonderful figure through Yoga, walking, and a very healthy diet.
When dad died I was afraid she might let herself go and just not care about anything anymore. I did all that I could do to help keep her from becoming too depressed. There were nights I'd hear her crying in her bedroom and I'd quietly walk in, crawl into bed, and just hold her until we both would fall asleep. After a few months her mood slowly improved but she was never the same happy woman I knew. She was now a lonely widow with a son to care for and raise as a single parent.
Fortunately my father came from a wealthy family and the company he worked for had a generous life insurance policy that meant we would not have to go homeless or hungry. In fact our financial situation was quiet good and my mother didn't have to work if she so chose not to. But she needed some outlet, some place to interact with other adults while I was at school or baseball practice, or one of any number of sports I was into growing up.
I had inherited my father's blond hair and blue eyes and by my senior year in high school I was 6' 4" and when at bat could crush a baseball which helped me lead the team in home runs. I loved baseball but I knew playing in the big league was just a dream so I concentrated on my school work. I did get a baseball scholarship to a major college and one with the field of study that interested me.
I worried about my mom as she would be living alone for the first time so I picked a college that was only a few hours away by car. She told not to choose a school just because it is close, that she would be fine on her own, and I should have and enjoy the full college experience. Well as it turned out she was fine and I had a wonderful time being away from home, but I still worried about her.
I graduated college with honors which had my mother was just bursting with pride and had people take as many pictures of us together while I was still in my cap and gown. She looked really good at my graduation in the light summer dress she wore and more than a few people thought she was my older sister. Even a few of my team mates wanted to know if she was seeing anyone. That brought a smile to her face and more than a few times she would say she has a man then would hug me.
After graduation I was back home looking for a job and was offered one several states away that was just what I was looking for. Once again I was moving out and the thought of leaving my mom again brought up some strong emotions. We had a nice dinner and talked my last night before I was to leave and I took a long hard look at my mother and realized for the first time just how beautiful she really was. She looked to be at least ten years younger than her age and still had that great figure from college. Then I started to think if she wasn't my mother I'd ask her out on a date. I quickly suppressed the thought and wondered where in the hell did that come from.
It has now been over three years now since I moved out here and my job is going great, although I have been working 60 to 70 hours a week but it has been paying off. I've received two promotions so far and upper management has taken an interest in me. My boss has mentioned on more than one occasion that I need to take a break or I'll be burned out before I make CEO. I seldom take vacations and even when I do I work from home so when I get back to work it is like I never left.
Finally in late March my boss gave me an ultimatum, either take time off or get reassigned to another department. I knew he couldn't really do that but he was right, I needed a break. I told him I'd like to take some days off in May as it was a slow time for us. Plus I had wanted to see my mom as Mother's Day was coming up so what better gift then to spend it with her. My boss agreed and I started to make plans, then I had an idea. Why not take a trip with my mom. She never went anywhere since dad died and I'm sure she'd like to get out of the house for even a few days.
I started to think about where we could go and have some fun. Where we could both let our hair down as it were and not worry about anything for a while. Then it hit me. Las Vegas. I immediately started checking websites and found a great package deal that was sure to please her. So I finally chose a five night trip where we would fly out on Wednesday afternoon and then I'd fly back to work and she to home the following Monday morning. I found a very nice hotel, one of the newer ones that is located near the middle of the Strip. I considered renting a car but most of what we would want to do or see was in walking distance. If needed to I could rent a car for the day to explore some of the sites outside of Las Vegas. Be sides I was trying to keep the cost down and have some more money to spend on my mom.
That night I called her. "Hi mom. How are you?"
"Shawn sweetie. It's so good to hear from you." I could hear the joy in her voice.
"Well the reason I'm calling is to see if you can get away from work for a few days and take a little trip with me. Sort of a Mother's Day gift for the most wonderful and beautiful mother I know." I was laying it on a little thick but hoped she would agree and take the time off.
"What are you talking about? What trip?"
"I booked us a trip, just the two of us for some mother/son bonding time. I haven't been home in a while and I thought we could go away together and have some fun. What do you think?" It was true, I hadn't been home to see her in over a year and I was feeling guilty about it. Plus I really miss her.
There was silence then. "Ok let's do this. I haven't traveled in years this will be fun. Where are we going by the way?"
"I think I'll keep that as a surprise but it won't involve tents or any sort of outdoor plumbing."
She laughed. "Oh I wouldn't mind that as long as you were there."
"Ok well I'll be home a few days before we leave for our little adventure. Just to warn you I booked 1 room with 2 queen sizes beds. Is that ok?"
"What are you embarrassed to share a bed with your old mother? I remember when you were younger crawling into my bed and snuggling up with me." She sighed. "I do miss that."
