The Vacation:
Disclaimer:
All sexual activity including flashbacks are between characters over the age of 18.
Prelude:
I had Tim when I was eighteen. Eric, my now husband, and I had been friends since we were both young. However when we both turned eighteen, hormones took over and the man that was my best friend was suddenly the man I loved. Our first time was in the back of Eric's car at a drive in movie theater two months after Eric's eighteenth birthday. I am not sure if it was all the abstinence but once we did it that first time it was completely impossible to stop. We had sex every time we were alone: We did it in the car, in his room, the boys or girls' locker room at school. He fingered me in class and I jerked him off under the table at his house. Sure, we thought it was love, and in many ways it was. But the truth was that we had given in completely to our lust. We both grew up in religious homes and we were supposed to wait until we were married. But we were eighteen and in our minds, old enough to make our own decisions about such things.
Everytime we were together, my pussy was wet and all I thought about was sex. Eric's dick was this new plaything that I simply could not get enough of. We used condoms a lot in the beginning but as soon as we discovered oral sex and I discovered simply how much I enjoyed making him cum, condoms just took all the fun out of it. That's when things took a turn. Several months after the first time I had swallowed Eric's semen and the condoms went away, I discovered I was pregnant. We were both mortified. Thankfully, despite the initial shock and disappointment from our parents, both our families came together to support us and in summer after I graduated high school, I had my one and only son Tim.
As is often the case, all the plans I had for my life changed when Tim arrived. I have read books and had conversations and watched shows on the perils, sacrifices and trials of having a child out of high school, but truthfully, he was the best thing that had ever happened to me. I felt like I was born to be a mother, or I suppose a better or more accurate way to say it is: I was born to be his mother. This was not to say it was easy. It wasn't. My college plans became dreams and then just went away.
A year later Eric and I married and we have done our best ever since to be good parents to our son and to one another. Life for the three of us was good. We were young parents so we had energy to handle the baby years and still found time for intimacy. Eric loved me deeply and treated me like his queen. He cherished the role of dad and husband and has always managed to put us first.
My husband was an intimate lover. Passionate, romantic and serious. Through my twenties, my girlfriends always envied our relationship and how I talked about our sex because he was so attentive and respectful. My sex drive was never that high and that, coupled with the challenges of having a young child limited our sex to once a week at best. But based on what I had heard, this was normal to even being pretty good.
Tim was a handsome boy and in his teenage years he grew quickly into a handsome man. By his freshman year in high school I saw the girls flocking to him. He had an innocent, boyish charm that paired well with his lean but built frame that often had other mom's give him a second look. But it was his eyes that were killer. He had deep green eyes that turned gray when he wore certain colors. Not only were his eyes beautiful, but they were intense, thoughtful and inviting. He took after his father in many ways, but his eyes set him apart.
The attention he got from girls led us to have a family meeting of sorts. The example was a simple one: sex can lead to babies.
"But what about birth control?" he asked.
"Your father and I used birth control," was my less than honest reply. I wasn't ready to tell my son that my enjoyment of your dad's cum had led us to stop using birth control. That just wasn't appropriate.
Our stance was not a point of guilt, regret or shame but rather one of responsibility. Eric told Tim our stance: "If you aren't ready to think about kids then you shouldn't be having sex."
This had the effect we hoped it would and Tim kept his distance from girls. I knew he had girlfriends, but nothing was ever serious and he was more interested in sports than girls for the most part.
High school was going to be a breeze.
Until it wasn't.
Laurie was Tim's first serious girlfriend. They were both eighteen and had been friends for most of their lives. Laurie grew up small, short and scrappy for a girl. I always liked her because she was tough, didn't take shit from people and at the same time had a generous, fun, down to earth personality. Tim and her were friends and during high school they were at one another's homes almost daily. Then something happened. It happens with some girls so suddenly that one day they are rail thin and awkward and then the next they are all boobs, ass and long legs. Such was the case with Laurie.
She went from scrappy tomboy to stunning girl next door in a matter of weeks. Her chest filled in quickly, she was suddenly taller and all her years on the soccer field had given her a sculpted booty that made all the influencer internet girls seem silly and fake. Coupled with her sassy, strong personality she really left my poor Tim defenseless. Some months later at his eighteenth birthday, I saw them kiss in our backyard pool.
I wasn't shocked or worried. Of course this was the way of things. But I saw my son's innocence leaving him. Truthfully, I wasn't unaware of the times we are living in. We are in the age of hyper sexuality. Porn is everywhere and with cell phones and computers it is accessible anywhere by anyone. I had caught Tim watching porn over the years and for the most part left it to his father to deal with. That was a sort of man to man thing. But as I watched him kiss Laurie I knew that things were going to change. His hormones were kicking in, just like Eric's and I knew Laurie's were kicking in just like mine did. To make matters worse was just how simply stunning the girl was in a bikini.
I suppose you could say all of this started in that simple comparison and a simple hope: As much as we loved having Tim, Eric and I didn't want him to face being a father at eighteen. As I watched my son with his girlfriend I realized how much I had given up to be his mother and how much I didn't want him to be forced to do the same.
"There is no sex drive higher than an eighteen year old boy," Eric said with a smile that night as I told him about Laurie. "I remember feeling like at least half the blood in my body was in my dick keeping me hard and keeping me ready," he said with a laugh.
I smiled at him and laughed. "Do I still look like I did when I was eighteen?" I asked, shamelessly begging for a compliment.
"Anya," he said looking at me in that suddenly disarming and serious way, "You look way better."
I winked at him. "Good answer," I said before crawling over to the bed for sex.
When it came to sex drive and eighteen year old boys, I believed Eric. That was until I turned thirty seven a month later. My friends told me it could happen, I would have a hormone shift and suddenly sex would take on a whole new meaning to me. I always brushed it off because I just never had a high sex drive. That changed. In many ways you can say that all that followed was the result of the change in my chemistry.
Suddenly I woke up with a nervous urge. I wanted it all the time. It was like all of my body had become a series of exposed nerves. Touch felt, better, more arousing. I was one of those housewives that sat on the washing machine because, well, it felt so damn good. I woke up Eric in the night and in the morning with a need to kiss him, suck him and fuck him. I rode his cock hard and when I was on top and I wanted him to fuck me faster when he was behind me. Orgasms used to be a thing of myth and dreams to me, now I could have them while rubbing my clit and watching a sex scene in a movie.
Frustratingly, Eric's body had gone in a different direction. It was harder for him to get aroused and it was harder for him to keep up with me. It wasn't something we talked about. I loved him and I knew he felt shame about it. But the reality was I was left many times wanting more--needing more. So I did what I suppose many women do in my situation. I did my research, bought some toys and did what I could with some good books and some good, tasteful porn. Eric and I still made love and I supplemented this with my imagination and toys. But slowly there was a fire burning in me. In the stillness of the night or in the middle of the day when Eric was gone, I would feel a deeper need for something.
Tim came home one night, later than usual. I was still up, on the couch watching TV and enjoying a glass of wine when he came in. He looked at me with surprise, "Hey mom," he said, turning his body rather oddly to the side.
"Hey sweetie," I replied, glancing at him and then back to the TV. "You're back late."
"Yeah," He said, still being awkward and then he started to head for the stairs.
"Were you with Laurie?" I asked rather absently. I wasn't fishing. I wasn't that kind of mom. If he wanted to tell me things then he would. I wouldn't pry.
"Yeah," he said. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs for a moment. Then he turned to face me. "Mom?"
"Yes?" I said looking up at him. He looked different. There was something. Then I realized what it was. I noticed a rather large bulge in the front of his pants. I was careful not to let my eyes wander to it obviously. My poor son had a huge boner.
He paused. I could tell he was thinking of just going upstairs and dropping whatever was on his mind.
"What is it?" I asked. Admittedly the bulge was distracting me. Not only was my son handsome, sweet and built but it was clear that he was gifted with a large dick. What the fuck was I thinking? This was my boy. My fucking hormones were making me crazy. I shook the thought out of my head. "What's wrong, honey?" I asked as my maternal instincts took over. I could see my boy was working up to saying something.
"I know what you are gonna say," he began slowly. "But I think Laurie and I are going to have sex. I mean, we haven't yet," he said as he was trying to gauge my reaction. "But, it is so hard. It is too hard."
It is hard. I thought, trying not to look at the big bulge in his pants. I thought of Eric's comment on eighteen year old boys and sex drives. "Are you sure you haven't? Please be honest," I said, turning the TV off so he knew he had my full attention. I was careful with my tone so he didn't feel like I was attacking him. My heart was beating faster. I didn't want him to tell me he was having sex. I wasn't ready to hear that from my son.
"I swear we haven't," he said, looking directly at me with his gorgeous green eyes. "Believe it or not, I actually told Laurie no tonight." He said with a laugh as he walked toward me and sat down on the couch. "Like that doesn't happen as far as I know, boys aren't the ones that turn down sex."
I laughed. He was right. "Why did you say no? I mean, I am glad you did, but why did you say no to her?"
He shook his head. "Shit," he muttered. He didn't swear often, which I loved, so when he did he meant it. "Honestly? Because you and dad have been so cool to talk about it, I just felt like I couldn't do it without telling you first. I know you are worried about us getting pregnant, Laurie told me she is on birth control."
That little minx, I thought. "Does her mom know that?"
"Yeah," he said. "She has been talking to her mom about it and I think her mom just wants her to be ready if we got into a situation where we couldn't stop I guess."
