Hello Readers!
First off, I want to say thank you for continuing to read this tale. Your interest is what has kept this story going for this long.
Then I want to say I'm sorry for the delay, this installment took much longer to write than expected, as I, the same as you the reader, have been dreading what is to come and have been delaying in getting there.
Which then leads me to warn you, this chapter is longer than usual. Much as the last one grew too long for one chapter (and the need to break it into two -- Ch. 16 & 17), this one is also long. Very long! But this time I decided to keep it as one chapter because of the way the story flows.
This chapter has lots of events in it leading up to the big one that has been looming since chapter 14. From here on until the end, it should be a wild ride! At least I think so! (And yes, there is an ending.)
Keep up with the comments and suggestions, I love to read them. I will say though, that the major plot points are kind of finalized. However, that's only for this story! I may use any suggestions for a number of stories still in the works.
Note: There is a synopsis of the story up to that point in Chapter 10 for longtime readers to refresh their memories if needed. New readers, I would love if you started from the beginning.
Onedragon
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I rose the next morning earlier than anyone should have to on a vacation day.
Or any other day for that matter!
I would also need to buy a new alarm clock sometime during the next week as I had left mine in a pile of pieces when I had thrown it across my room.
I was the last one in the bathroom, as my brother and sister had risen earlier than anyone else and had gotten themselves almost completely ready without any assistance. I myself was in dire need of my mother's aid! The cold shower did little to rouse me further and though I was truly excited for the day, my body still protested this tortuous treatment.
I had been surprised that dad had suggested a trip like this at such a last minute as he had. He normally was one for planning and investigating all the associated costs and best times for such an extravagant excursion. That he announced it only the night before was out of character for him. It might have made me worry about my father if not for the fact that this would probably be the last family vacation we would have with all of us together. Had my father realized this at the last moment? I was grateful for the effort that he was making for the family, even if it had been unplanned.
The amusement park, Willie World, was just under an hour and a half away. I had been there twice before with my parents and a few times with friends. My brother had gone the second time with our parents, but he had been only seven at the time so he had been limited to only the 'kiddie' rides. Jojo was four at the time and had been left at Grandma Sharon's. As such, this would be a new experience for them both. Thus, they were very excited for the trip. I was worried for Jojo's vocal cords before she even set foot in the fabled fantasyland as she talked nonstop the whole way there.
It was pleasantly warm, much as it had been the previous day. I wore a printed tee shirt and a loose pair of shorts. I didn't know what mom and I would be able to do with the family close by and the masses that would be swarming the large park around us. Mom was wearing loose khakis, but that still displayed the firmness of her buttocks. She also wore a white semi-sleeveless women's tee shirt with a pink halter-top with thin straps over her shoulders atop it. I doubted the presence of a bra. My mother's attire made me hope that we would get a chance at something some time during the day! She noted my gaze and smiled measuredly in return.
I managed to doze for part of the trip, even with my siblings going on a mile a minute.
We parked in the acres of concrete lot and rode the tram to the entrance. We had arrived within twenty minutes of the opening and were able to get tickets for the five of us before the gates swung open and let in the crowds that had already gathered. It seemed like quite a lot of people, but I hoped that once they were spread throughout the park that it wouldn't seem so full.
Willie World was known for the variety of roller coasters that it had, among the many other attractions there. I loved coasters, as did my mom. Dad got motion sickness, so he avoided all but the tamest of the rides. I hoped to use this as an advantage to get mom alone at some point during the day. Jojo would be limited to kiddie rides and I wasn't sure if Johnny would meet the height requirements for some of the more extreme coasters.
Once in the park we huddled to make a plan for our assault on the various attractions. Mom and I were anxious to get on a few coasters before the lines got too long. It was decided that dad would take my siblings and go take on some of the tamer rides while mom and I hit a couple coasters before meeting back up in about two hours. Johnny wanted to join us, but mom worried about him being able to get on the rides and that he was young enough that she didn't want him left alone if he couldn't. He complained loudly, until I promised that I would take him on whatever coasters that he was tall enough to get on later that afternoon. This somewhat mollified him. Only the fact that dad was joining him and it wouldn't be just him with his little sister that he didn't protest more.
Dad gave mom a husbandly kiss on her lips as we parted. I felt a twinge of jealousy but fought it down.
Mom and I hurried to the first coaster we wished to ride, Monstrous.
You might think that we would use this time alone to get up to some hanky panky.
Not that I wasn't willing, and I'm sure mom was also, but today wasn't about that. Dad had paid a good amount of money already, and I really did want to ride the rides. I'm sure at some point mom and I would no longer be able to resist each other, but for now all either of us wanted was the thrill of the heights and the adrenalin of the speed.
The first line was still short and we were being fastened in our car within fifteen minutes. Half an hour later, we were getting on our second ride. Mom and I managed to hit five of the top coasters in the park before we were scheduled to meet back up with the others. We screamed together, we laughed together, we
were
together. There had been nothing sexual between us, but the way we acted with no one around that would know or recognize us, we were no longer a mother and son. We hadn't kissed and had only briefly held hands as we walked between rides, but there was an openness in the way we treated each other. We were just Jenny and Jeremy, having fun together at the amusement park, and nothing else mattered. I tried to pretend that mom was there with just me as we went from ride to ride, that she was my girlfriend in reality, and dad and my siblings didn't exist. My real life had become a fantasy, why couldn't my fantasy be as real?
We were laughing and giggling as we exited the Mighty Miner, a wood coaster that seemed to be made from a forest of lumber. I had reached out and my hand slipped easily into mom's. There was no glance from her to acknowledge that simple act, no glare of rejection and no smile of acceptance. It just was.
As we were walking towards the next coaster on our mental list, I looked at mom and I noticed the effect the exhilaration had had on her body.
"Ah ... Jenny" I started. I had been making a point of using mom's name, not in fear of anyone seeing or hearing something that would appear out of place for relatives, but that I wanted to treat her as herself and not as a mom, or as my mom.
"What Jeremy?" She smiled without care at me.
"Your excitement is showing." My eyes were pulled back to her nipples that were very evident, even through the two layers of cloth.
She glanced down at her chest. She gave me a sly grin.
"Watch it, or I'll make your excitement show!" Mom made a playful grab towards my crotch. "I'm sure it will be more of an embarrassment for you."
I dodged her feeble attempt. Then stepped closer to her.
My arm slipped around her back, my hand on her waist as if it had been meant to be there. Mom didn't resist this blatant show of affection, only grabbing my hand as it rested on her hip and held it there. She didn't look at me as we continued, and I saw an inner light shining from her face while we walked.
"Do you want to ride the Big Willie, Jenny?" I asked casually.
Mom froze in mid-step.
"Jeremy!" She gasped loudly. She looked around to see if anyone had heard my question.
I laughed hard and then had to explain to her that that was the name of one of the rides. She still looked at me with disbelief. I pointed to a sign that showed the way to the huge coaster. I was still chuckling as we headed in the direction indicated while mom's face looked perturbed at my teasing subterfuge.
Mom was in much better spirits when we exited the purple steel behemoth. Her flushed face, wind-blown hair, and gleaming eyes evidence of her enjoyment.
I then suggested we go on the Venetian Gondolas.
Mom eyed me suspiciously.
It was a ride in imitation of the famous Venice watercraft. The boats had an animated gondolier that took you through a recreation of the famous Italian city's Grand Canal. It was a ride meant for young couples to make out in, or for older couples to pretend they were young again. It was a close scale approximation to the real thing, so you could pretend you were actually there to see the Doge's Palace, St. Mark's Campanile, the Bridge of Sighs, and many of the palaces built along the waterway. Mom's gaze at me told me she knew why I had suggested it. She steered us towards the line's entrance letting me know that she was fine with my choice.
While we stood in the short line, we drew quite a few stares. Our age difference made us stand out among the like-aged couples. The scorn in one older couple a few people behind us was withering. A few of the younger guys eyed mom admiringly, and one even gave me a grin and the head nod of approval. I nodded back and mom noticed. She jabbed me with an elbow, but I saw the small curl on her lips of her appreciation of the positive attention. I casually placed my right arm around her back and put my hand on her shoulder as if that was where it was supposed to be. She pretended to jab me again, but then put her right hand on mine to keep it from leaving. Her lip curl strengthened into an actual smile. I'm sure I wouldn't have gotten the same response if I had gone with my initial inclination of placing my palm on her ass!
The ride attendant did a double take as we took our seats in our personal gondola, but mom and I ignored it.
The boats were spaced far enough apart and the gondola's gunwale's high enough, that no one could really see anything that an amorous pair might get up to along the ride's route. Thus, once out of view of the teen supervising the embarkation, mom and I glanced at each other for only a moment and were then lip-locked for the duration of the canal tour.
I had never gone on this ride before, as it was strictly for couples and I had only come to the park with family or friends before. I will say, I still have no idea what Venice looks like!
We arrived at a separate area to get off the ride, both of us flushed and out of breath. We followed a few other couples in a similar condition to the exit.
Little had I known, but there had been a camera along the canal's route. As we passed through the ride's gift shop I noticed a group clustered around a counter looking up at video screens. Curious, I went and found out that our making out had been electronically captured. Mom stepped up next to me and her jaw dropped open when she saw me eyeing the screen with the two of lip-locked.
"Oh my God! Jeremy! Did you know about this?" She tugged my arm as she growled at me through gritted teeth.
"No, of course not. It's pretty hot though!" I grinned in opposition of mom's reaction. "I'm going to get a copy."
"Jeremy! No! You can't!" Mom's rough whisper grew more vehement. She glanced around at the other people, checking to see if anyone was looking at 'our' screen. "It's bad enough that it's up there for everyone to see."
"Muh ... Jenny. It's okay. No one knows about ... us. Relax." I whispered back.
I stepped up to the counter, gave them the screen number, and ordered my print. A few minutes later, I took possession of the proof of our passion contained in a white paper bag. Mom continued to glare at me throughout the transaction.
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