This was the third time Rick Martinson watched the email's video attachment and he still didn't believe it. In the video message, the tan, late 60-ish ash-blonde woman was seated behind a metal and glass desk in a bright, modern office. She was poised, perfect and playful. A radiance of sex and energy beating any woman in her 30s.
"Hello Rick. I'm Veronica Stone, as you may or may not, but hopefully do, know. I'm happy to inform you that, out of hundreds of essays from young men and women like yourself, yours has been selected with seven others to appear on our website "Super Moms" along with a segment on our lifestyle channel. You and your lovely mother, Katie, are invited to a free week-long retreat for the winners at my compound with me, my staff and family. Once you verify and accept we'll send more information, along with a guide video that you need to watch with your mother." She winked and flashed a hundred-watt smile. 'I'm looking forward to meeting you both, Rick. See you soon."
He shut it down. Wow. Veronica Stone's media empire was huge, with TV shows, podcasts, websites and a magazine dedicated to empowering women, especially single mothers like his own. It had been kind of a whim. Rick wanted to be a writer and maybe, a photographer. He took a few pics of his mother and wrote what he felt. Now they were going to spend the week hanging out with multi-millionaire Veronica-fucking-Stone.
Kind of dazed-floating down the stairs, he saw Katie cutting up dinner vegetables in the kitchen. An oncology nurse who raised Rick herself, she was 47, 5'6 with shorter straight brunette hair and great almond-shaped green eyes and killer dimples in her soft round face. Rick always thought her bright smile was kind of mischevious, when she was sizing up a fib he might have told or when she about to spring a surprise gift or good news. She was plush and curvy in her bust and butt, with what Rick called a mom pooch of belly. More than a few of his buddies and even his girlfriend, Sandy, remarked that Katie was kind of sexy, just... fun. A joy of life about her. All stuff he put in his essay along with the pictures. The self-picture Rick sent of himself was basic. 6'1, just turned eighteen, fit with exercise and running, but not a real jock. His hair is a little darker than my Mom's with his father's blue eyes.
"They picked it," Rick said.
She turned. "Picked what, Ricky?"
"Super Moms. It's... I won. We won, Mom. They picked my essay for the website, the magazine."
She set the knife down, stepping over to hug him. "Oh my God, Ricky! That's fantastic. I am soooo proud of you." She leaned back, looking up into his eyes, dimples popped. "So, do you get paid? When is it...? Oh my God. I can't wait to tell everybody!"
Her bare feet were jumping for joy, boobs squeezing against him as she kissed his cheeks. Rick filled her in on the rest, especially the free week at the mountain compound coming in two weeks. She was a fan of Ms. Stone's, often tuning in to the shows and watching interviews with her. She always loved how close Veronica was to her two sons and daughter. How happy and normal, frank and easy-going they seemed despite all their money. The pair ate dinner quickly, excited and planning, eager to set up the confirmation and get things rolling. The best thing was how intimate the week would be. It was just to be the two of them with seven other Moms, sons and daughters. Who knew what kind of connections might get made and what it could lead to for both of them...
Waiting on the sofa, Katie Martinson was flushed with pride at her son, Rick. When he snapped the pictures of her out on the deck he was so cute, making sure the setting sun was 'just right' behind her. She was kind leery they might highlight too much of her shape through her sundress, but had to agree they were good shots of her, bare legs shiny and the right bra boosting up the girls. And he could write. The essay was so heartfelt and thoughtful, eloquent, even. Katie watched her son's lean, strong form trot up the stairs to his room. The balance hadn't been easy - her lectures to stand up straight that had set his perfect posture; the 'mean mom' diet of vegetables and restricted sweets that showed in his energy, clear skin and quick, shimmering aqua blue eyes. At the same time, she adored her boy with plenty of hugs, affection and gifts when she could. Pride and love, but more. Seeing him when she came home from work was Katie's favorite part of the day. His wrapping arms and firm hands when they hugged electrified her. Noticing the frequent caked, dry semen in his boxers and streaked on his sheets when doing laundry made Katie step back mentally. There was a...thrill, she supposed, and a curiosity that terrified but exhilarated at the same time as her fingers rubbed the stains. She sat back on the sofa, evening sun warming the side of her face. She put her bare feet up on the coffee table. God, a free week away. What a treat. And her son made it happen
He sat down next to her, powering up the page. "We need to confirm the ID stuff together and then they'll send us the link for the video" he said.
Katie's hand rubbed his back as he typed. Katie couldn't shake the sensation that this whole thing was really going to change their lives into a new direction. They both entered their names and identity confirmation. A page came up explain how the tickets and other arrangements would be emailed shortly, all free of charge.
Rick clicked to another page. He handed her one of the cordless earphone plugs. "Here, they said to make sure to use the ear phones when we watch it. Sound fidelity, or something."
When clicked to play, Rick and Katie watched a fractal patterns fill the screen, swirls spinning around each other, coming together and bursting back outward in rapidly changing, iridescent blues, greens, pinks, reds and purples. The music was a contrasting, steady techno throb, slower in rhythm, with a heavy bottom and fuzzed accents. The beat worked its way into both of their spines and limbs, making the core of their bodies want to move with it. In the side of his vision Rich caught his Mom smiling, just as he was, without realizing it.
Images came on screen of a luxury compound of condo-like ranch buildings, ultra-modern with lots of glass face walls and hot-tub patios. Lots of pines tree, and groomed lawns, paver walkways.
The room interiors were all sleek and minimalist, with huge king beds, big-screen wall TVs, glass walled baths, with multi-head rain showers. L-shaped leather sofas and low tables. Stocked bars and refrigerators with fresh fruit, healthy snacks, juices and champagne.
There was a restaurant, a bar/club and dance floor, indoor pool, candle-lit spa facilities, a theater...
"It's my dream honeymoon," Katie blurted.
The female narrator was sultry voiced, with slight British accent. The music throbbed and pulsed under her voice. "The Stone family is pleased to welcome you, Katie and Rick. Super Moms is a place for where the special bond between mother and their sons and daughters can grow deeper and more exquisite than either of you may have ever imagined. Even if you have imagined, we hope that what you learn about yourselves may surprise you."
Other images flashed on screen of mature women and young men embracing in the sunset, enjoying candlelight dinners, laughing over drinks and wine in the bar. There were some pictures of young women in the similar settings with the older females. There were times where Katie and Rick both found themselves blinking, as if blinking awake from a daydream, though no time had passed.
"We hope you enjoy the compound together. The massages, recreation, fine dining, seminars with Ms. Stone and other guest speakers. We believe the love between mothers and their children is an endless possibility. An endless journey to explore. Together."
There were shots of mature women and the young men and women about to kiss in a very romantic way, the fire in their eyes unmistakable.
Katie realized she was breathless. her pussy wet, fat nipples throbbing. She pressed her legs together, her hard clit demanding it. Her asshole twitched, another prime pleasure spot for Katie, wanting contact. She had to swallow to speak, realizing she did not trust the words that may escape her lips. She smiled over at her son, noticed Rick's cock was hard as iron, the fat, long lump pressing to nearly the top of his shorts. His face was flushed red. Seated closely on the sofa their bare legs were touching at the slightest point. The spot radiated for both of them, a ball of shimmering heat.
