It was a bright sunny day and my mom was just loading her bags into the trunk of her car. I could see from my window that she was clearly much more excited about this trip than I was. My name is Robert, but people call me Bobby and mom is Sarah. We live alone and mom provides more than an adequate existence for us. I am 19 years old and as she puts it "struggling to find my way" after high school. I have short brown hair and a few extra pounds but not too shabby. I guess I am pretty damn average to be honest.
Mom is fairly average as well I think- 46 if I recall correctly, brown hair that falls past her shoulders and is often in a pony tail or something she calls a messy bun. Her boobs are on the bigger side- I checked out a bra once (ok, maybe a few times) and it was a size 38DD. She has a few pounds she wants to lose but she looks good. Doesn't ever date but seems happy still. She works for a law firm in town as an office manager and must do alright because we aren't rich, but we have a nice house and never seemed to struggle for money. Dad is long gone- he died when I was two and it has been just us ever since. We live in a medium house in a regular neighborhood.
Which brings us to today and the loading of luggage in the car. I really wasn't wild about this trip but mom really wanted to go. She found an adventure vacation package where we will fly into the Bahamas and then spend a week on small boats, jet skis and other things in the warmth and sunshine. Sounded fine and I am sure it will be fun but I would just as soon hang out here with some of my buddies. I grabbed my backpack and my duffle bag and headed down to the car.
"Hey! You about ready?" Mom asked with her typical enthusiasm.
"Yea Mom. I am good to go." I replied with a smile as I tossed my bags in the car and she went to lockup the house.
We piled into the car and headed to the airport. The flight from Orlando to the Bahamas is short so we should be in paradise soon enough. As we were driving and chatting about all things traffic and vacation related I realized Mom looked really happy, and sounded even more chipper than usual.
"You excited for the trip?" I asked, trying to see if that is what made her seem so happy.
"Hell yea!" she exclaimed "Aren't you? A week of fun in the sun on a tropical island! Sounds amazing to me."
"Yea I am. I've never driven a boat before so a little nervous maybe." I told her.
"You'll be fine. We will get training, but a lot of the activities are kind of wind us up and send us on our own type things. So we can work through it together." Mom told me with her trademark smile and assuring tone.
We continued our banal chatter as we parked the car, rode the shuttle and made it the TSA line for screening. I went through the line first and had no issues but Mom got flagged for something. I was already through the line and they took her behind this half assed little curtain to pat her down. A female TSA agent came up and I could see they were talking and then she ran her fingers under Mom's breasts, between them, and up and down her leg. It was strangely erotic- then I snapped out of it cause that's my mom and we both high tailed it to the plane.
"Bit of a bumpy landing huh?" she said to me as we were pulling into the gate at the Nassau Airport. Like she had to tell me, I got lost in her jiggling boobs the whole time. It isn't unusual for me to notice her in a bikini or in some short shorts, but I certainly don't perv on her regularly.
"Yea but we made it!" I said with a smile.
"There is a smile! Good lets keep that going." she said as she pinched my arm.
We unloaded from the plane and got our bags relatively quickly. We were to meet the shuttle to the resort but we weren't sure how many other people would be on the van ride. It was full- all 13 seats including the driver had a butt in them. I wedged into a corner and Mom sat next to me, with a cute young woman sitting next to her to fill our three seat row. I kinda wished it was me that was crammed up next to the pretty blonde but the ride wasn't that long and soon we were dropping our bags in our room.
