Weeend Si Trip

This is a work of pure fiction as can be realized by the performance of the Lions. All characters are pure products of my imagination, and over the age of eighteen.

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"Fucking bitch!" I growled as I slammed the phone down.

"David!" Mom responded sternly as she looked over at me, her hand closing the screen of her lap top.

"Sorry, mom." I replied, feeling embarrassed, but still angry.

My anger must have carried over in my tone as mom put her computer on the end table and turned to face me. I knew my face was turning red as she stared at me, and I knew a lecture was coming.

"That's not acceptable behavior." She said, the calmness of her voice telling me I had really hit a nerve.

Still, my anger was at the boiling point and it got my mouth moving before my mind had a chance to think things through.

"I was just telling her the truth. She deserves worse." I said, grabbing the remote and turning on the television.

I hoped that would end the discussion, but it didn't. Mom sat forward in her chair, her fingers strumming on the arm rest as her eyes drilled into me. I knew she was waiting for an explanation, but by then, my mind had managed to catch up, screaming at my mouth to keep shut. Any explanation would only serve to get me into more trouble.

"I wonder what time the game starts." I said, trying to divert attention.

"Never mind the game young man. I want to hear why Deanna deserved to be called that, and it better be good."

I looked at her, and then looked at the television, hoping the game was starting, and then back at her. The game might distract her, the loyal Lion's fan that she was and this being the championship game. Unfortunately it was still thirty minutes to kick off, and she didn't give a damn about the pre-game show. I tried ignoring her, hoping she would give up. It wasn't going to work and I knew it, but it gave me a moment to organize what I was going to say.

"Spill it mister." She said, shifting forward until she was on the edge of her chair.

"Fine, I'll tell you!" I growled, shutting off the television.

"Calm your voice young man." Mom said, wagging her finger at me.

I sat back, taking a deep breath as my mind scrambled with how I was going to explain without revealing too much. Mom followed suit, apparently calmed now that it appeared I was going to tell her.

"Well, you know Valentine's Day is coming up." I began, more a statement than a question, but I still waited for her nod before continuing.

"Well, you also know I've been working a lot of overtime lately." Again I waited for the nod.

"Well, all that overtime was so that I could take De up to Boyne Mountain for the weekend. I already paid for it, and now, now she decides she can't go."

"That's a shame. I mean, a trip up there would be great. Did she say why she can't go?" Mom said, a bit of sympathy showing in her look.

She had told me exactly why she wasn't going, but there was no way I was going to tell my mom. I had hoped she wouldn't ask, and it took me a moment to come up with a reasonable excuse.

"She said her grandpa is really sick." I said. It wasn't a very good excuse but it was all that came to me. Mom looked at me skeptically.

"So, you got mad because her grandpa got sick?" she said, watching me closely. "Why not just reschedule the trip for when he gets better?"

She had sprung the trap so fast I had no idea it had happened. I just sat there, mouth hanging open as she watched me. Fortunately, my mind had actually kicked into gear.

"It was a special Valentine's Day deal, and there are no refunds." I said, smiling inwardly at my quick thinking.

"Well, that's a shame, but it still doesn't excuse your language." Mom said, sitting back in her chair. "Which grandfather is it by the way?"

Caught off guard, I responded quickly, naming the only one of De's grandfathers I knew.

"George." I said, regretting it as soon as I said it. He had died a month ago, and I had taken a day off work to go to his funeral.

"Oh, I see." Mom said, sitting fully back in her chair and picking up her computer.

She looked at me for a moment, her face unreadable. I wondered if she remembered about the funeral. She had been pissed that I had taken the day off to go to his funeral, when De and I had just started dating. I had never even met him.

"I suppose you could always take someone else." She said as she opened her computer and typed in her password.

She remembered, but at least she wasn't pushing for the real reason De was backing out.

"Not likely to find another girl to take now." I replied. "I guess I'll just go alone."

"Which weekend is it?" Mom said, her fingers typing away.

It was a stupid question and I almost said so, as Valentine's Day was next Sunday. Instead I just told her it was Valentine's Day weekend, not bothering with any snide remarks. She just nodded and continued typing away. I turned my attention back to the television as the commentators started talking about the Super Bowl, revealing their picks for the winners. It was no surprise that Detroit wasn't picked by any of them.

She mumbled something and began typing again. I sat back, my attention becoming split between mom's typing and mumbling, and the commentators on the television. As the commentators began listing the starting lineups for both teams mom let out a little squeal of delight.

"I tell you what." Mom said, turning to look at me, smiling. "The resort isn't far from the casino, and I really want to go that weekend. Air Supply is doing a concert, and there are still tickets available."

"Imagine that, Air Supply not selling out already." I said snidely. "Who's Air Supply?"

I wasn't expecting mom's reaction as she threw a pillow at me.

"You're not funny, mister." She said. "Now, do we have a deal? I need to order the tickets before they sell out."

"Tickets? Don't you mean ticket?" I said, picking up the pillow and banging it against the arm of the chair.

"No, I mean tickets. If I go, you are going to the concert with me. It will do you good to hear some real music." She said, watching the pillow.

"I thought you were going to help me out, not punish me." I said, as I quickly tossed the pillow at her.

She let out a squeal, which quickly turned to laughter as she grabbed the pillow and threw it back. The exchange quickly turned into a pillow fight as she got up and grabbed another pillow from the couch. I followed suit, and in moments we were a tangled mess of arms, legs and pillows rolling around on the floor.

Mom ended up on top of me, straddling my hips, her pillow bouncing lightly off my chest. It might have hit my head as well; I wasn't paying much attention as I felt the warmth of her groin pressing against me.

"You give?" she said finally, tossing her pillow aside and placing her hands on my chest.

I just nodded, trying to concentrate on keeping my cock from responding to the pressure of her groin pressing against it. Fortunately she rolled off apparently unaware of my growing bulge. I got up quickly, and sat down, positioning my leg to hide the bulge.

"I tell you what." I said, an idea coming to me. "If Detroit wins, I'll go to the concert."

"You got a bet." She responded climbing back into her chair and grabbing her computer.

As she typed away, I couldn't help but look her over, my eyes seeing her in a new light. Her long dark hair hung down smoothly, almost perfectly in place even after our wrestling around. Her blouse concealed her chest, hanging loosely over her body. She didn't have big tits, "Barely a B" she had laughingly called them once.

She had the body of a mature woman, with well flared hips she often complained about being too fat, and a bit of a stomach that made her embarrassed to wear a bikini. Still, she liked to brag about being able to still squeeze into her size fours, even if she couldn't breathe when she did and wouldn't let anyone see her in them.

"And if they lose, you spend Saturday on the slopes with me." I said, as I sat back and turned up the television.

Her ego got the better of her, and she agreed haughtily. She continued typing quickly. My attention was returned to the television, watching as the teams ran out onto the field, accompanied by introductions from the announcer.

She didn't say anything until the coin toss was done, and the teams got ready for the opening kick-off. To be honest, I was less interested in the game than I was in planning what slopes to take her on. I felt I had it in the bag, there was no way Detroit was going to do anything but choke. The mere fact that they had made it to the Super Bowl was one for the record books. Actually winning was never going to happen.

The opening play should have warned me as Detroit received the kick-off and proceeded to march the length of the field without much effort. As the players strutted around the end zone celebrating their score, mom strutted around the living room celebrating as well.

I however was not discouraged and couldn't help myself. I decided to double down.

"They got lucky. They'll choke soon enough." I said, hoping to egg her on.

"You're pretty confident. Wanna put your money where your mouth is?" she replied, moving to stand in front of me, her hands on her hips.

"Name it?" I replied, confident in the ability of the Lions to blow any game, especially one this important.

"How about if the Lion's win, not only do you go to the concert, we make a day of it. No skiing, just the casino, dinner on you, and the concert." She said, leaning forward and looking straight at me.

She had no idea that leaning forward like that caused her blouse to drop open giving me a perfect view of her tits, covered in a white lace bra. I just sat there for a moment enjoying the view.

"What do you say?" she said, putting a hand on either arm of my chair and leaning over further which only served to give me a better view.

Finally I managed to tear my eyes away and look her in the face. I stared at her for a long moment, feeling braver and braver.

"Ok, but what do I get when the Lion's blow it, which we both know they will." I said, feeling so brave I actually leaned forward, my face almost touching hers.

That seemed to get her going, and she stood up straight.

"If, and it's not going to happen, but if they lose, then, then I'm yours all day. I'll ski whatever slopes you want." She said.

Her comment of being mine for the day brought unbidden images to mind and I shook my head trying to clear my thoughts. She mistook it for a refusal and growled.

"Fine, you said you had a whole weekend planned, well, if they lose, the whole weekend. Everything but the concert, I'll be there for all the skiing you want to do. If they win, you will do what I want, casino, fancy dinners, the whole bit."

"Uhm, there's night skiing Friday and Saturday night that I bought tickets for. You lose, you go night skiing as well." I said, pushing my luck.

That made her pause. She glanced over her shoulder at the television just as Detroit intercepted a pass and ran it back to the ten yard line. She jumped up and down, and I couldn't help but stare at her tits as they bounced.

"You got a deal." She said, as she turned back to face me.

By then my cock had already responded to the unbidden images flashing through my head. The bulge in my pants was painfully obvious and I quickly grabbed the pillow and put it on my lap. Mom held out her hand, smiling.

"We have a bet?" she said waving her hand at me.

As I shook her hand, I groaned inwardly as Detroit ran the football into the end zone. Mom heard the announcer call out the touchdown and once again began bouncing across the floor.

"I'm going to make a sandwich. You want anything." She said, as she stopped bouncing and reached inside her shirt to adjust her bra.

Leave it to the Lions. Never in their history had they been able to perform consistently. For years I had sat down every Sunday to cheer them on, only to watch my hopes get dashed as they managed to choke. The very first time I cheered against them, begging them to choke, they manage to pull off the most surprising route in history, leading at half time by fourteen.

Mom seemed determined to bounce around every time they scored, which was the only good thing about the game. I managed to sneak off to my bedroom during the half-time show and relieve a little tension, only to find mom's image dancing through my head as I stroked my cock.

The second half wasn't much better, as far as the game was concerned. Mom, on the other hand, had decided to change into a pair of shorts and snug fitting top. Her bouncing around became a constant series of acrobatic moves mimicking the cheerleaders. The pillow became my lap companion, as I struggled to watch the game and not mom's body. At one point she did one of those moves where she bent over, her hands waving frantically as if she had pompoms, her ass pointed directly at me. As her hands neared the floor, I was treated with a perfect view of her ass, and swore I saw the outline of her pussy against the fabric of her shorts.

It was all too much and I excused myself with three minutes left and the Lions marching down the field once again. By then they had a twenty-one point lead, and the game was in the bag. I headed back to my room to lick my wounds and, of course, to relieve even more tension.

I stripped down and climbed onto my bed, my cock pointing straight up. I glanced at my lap top, considering a bit of extra stimulus but my cock was begging for attention. I closed my eyes as my hand wrapped around my cock, filling me with a sense of pride as my fingers were unable to fully encircle it. I tried to pull up images of De as she tried to fit my cock in her mouth, but her face was quickly replaced by one much more familiar.

I shook my head, trying to replace the image, but mom's face returned almost as quickly as I managed to make it disappeared. Still, my cock was throbbing, begging for release, and my hand was doing its best to accommodate the need. I gave up trying to chase mom's image from my mind, and let it flow, imagining her slowly sliding her lips around my cock, her tongue dancing along its length.

The click of my door latch never registered, but the surprised gasp of mom did. I opened my eyes to see her standing in the doorway, staring at me. I grabbed my pillow and quickly covered myself. She just stood there, staring until I shouted at her.

"I'm, I'm sorry David." She said, quickly backing out of my room and closing the door.

"I just wanted to let you know, the final score was thirty-eight to seventeen." She called out through the closed door.

The next week seemed to drag by. Mom and I didn't see much of each other, partly out of embarrassment, partly because of work. I did, however see her every night, while in my bed with my eyes closed and my cock in my hand. I just made sure to keep the door locked.

By Friday, everything seemed to have been forgotten and when I got home she greeted me at the door all smiles. Her suitcase was sitting by the door, and I stared at it. It was massive, and, as I picked it up to test the weight, heavy.

"Are you serious, mom?" I said, walking over and testing the weight. "It's just two days."

"I just couldn't decide what I wanted to wear too the concert." She said, blushing.

"Well, I'll grab my stuff and we can get going. Maybe we can get there in time for me to do some night skiing tonight since I won't get any tomorrow or Sunday." I said, hoping she might have some sympathy for me.

"Tonight, okay. But starting tomorrow you're mine." She said, smiling.

I walked into my bedroom and saw a suitcase sitting on the bed. It was filled with clothes already. I was about to shout something when mom walked up behind me.

"I knew you'd pack nothing but jeans, so I packed for you." She said.

She was right. I had intended on packing nothing but a couple pair of jeans and shirts, which was more than I would have packed if I Deanna hadn't cancelled. At least cancelling my original plans had been nothing more than not picking up a box of condoms. The lift tickets were part of the deal, and the concert tickets I had managed to unload to a guy at work. He actually paid me full price so I wasn't out much other than the chance at a weekend of sex.

My skis were already on top of my car so all I had to grab was my suit and boots. I walked over to the closet and opened it, quickly pulling out what I needed. I loaded everything into the car while mom waited impatiently. She smiled when I grunted, trying to haul her suitcase out. The damn thing had to weigh eighty pounds!

As if having to spend the entire Valentine's Day weekend with my mom wasn't bad enough, she decided I needed to learn just what "Good Music was" and had brought along cd's by Air Supply. I was ready to throw in the towel by the time we got onto the highway. The three hour trip seemed more like twelve as she explained all the songs, who they were written for, when she first heard them and a myriad of information that seemed to bounce off my ears.

By the time we hit the exit to the resort, she had at least slowed down to occasional comments about the band. I never knew such a crappy band could possibly produce so much music; especially when every song sounded the same as the last one.

She seemed to run out of gas, and thankfully music as we started up the road to the resort. It was a brief reprieve, but one that I enjoyed immensely. We unloaded the luggage, and mom waited while I parked the car. Being here finally seemed to lift my spirits, and the sight of the slopes, lit up, put a bounce in my step.

As we walked into the resort mom slipped her arm around my waist and leaned her head on my shoulder.

"I really do appreciate this, and you being such a good sport about it." She said, her voice soft and almost girlish as she squeezed my waist.

"We have reservations." I said to the clerk as I handed her my license.

She put it in front of her as she eyed us up and down. There was a look on her face that told me what she was thinking. I was going to say something, but that would have only made things more awkward. After all, who takes their mother on a "Lover's Weekend Vacation".

"We just need a credit card for any incidentals. Do you want to use the one on file?" the woman said, looking up.

Before I could say anything, mom had pulled out her credit card and handed it to the girl.

"It's the least I can do." She said, smiling.

"Alright Mister and Misses Gaines, suite 302." The woman said handing me two key cards.

Mom started to say something but I interrupted with a quick thank you before pulling her away.

"She thought we're ..." mom said, turning me to look at her.

"I know. Just let it be." I said, grabbing her waist and heading toward the elevator.

As the door closed, mom turned to look at me but I held up my hand. When the door opened, I rushed out, pulling the suitcases. It wasn't until we were in the room that I turned to face her, expecting her to rant about the woman thinking we were married. Instead she was standing there staring in awe at the room.

"My God, David. This is beautiful." She said, as she rushed over to the slider and looked out at the village below.

"Anything for you, Misses Gaines." I smirked.

She playfully swatted at me before she returned her attention to the room. The room was decorated with heart shaped pillows and lace table coverings. A huge bouquet of red roses sat in the center of the table in a crystal vase. Beside them was a heart shaped box of fancy chocolate.

"You really went all out." She said, walking over and smelling the roses.

"Nothing's too good for you, Misses Gaines." I said, smiling as she lifted the top from the box of chocolates took one.