The Vacation

I laughed and blushed. I could see he was very serious and I loved it. "Well that is sweet of you to say," I replied.

"Well I mean it," he continued. "I was shocked. I mean, I have always thought you were pretty. I guess just seeing you in that kind of stuff showed me a different side of you I guess. A sexy side maybe? Is that weird?"

I touched his cheek. He was blushing with me. "No baby, that isn't weird. It is very sweet of you to say. Sometimes I just feel like a mom and that's it. So wearing some fun, sexy things reminds me that I am more than that you know?"

He nodded, "Well I think you are so beautiful and sexy and you are my mom. It isn't different for me, like it isn't hard for me to see you as all those things."

I smiled at him sweetly. I kept my hand on my sweet boy's face. "You are sweet to me."

He smiled, "It isn't hard to be sweet to you. I love you."

I leaned forward and kissed his cheek softly, "I love you too baby," I said. I took a deep breath and leaned back into my chair, enjoying this close moment with my son. "You know I worry that Laurie is going to replace me," I heard myself say. I didn't know where that came from but I said it and I realized as I heard the words I knew it was true.

He smiled and took my hand, "Not gonna happen, mom." He intertwined his fingers with mine like he did sometimes, "You will always be THE woman in my life."

I smiled at him and held his hand, bruising my fingers over his. "Well then let me ask you a 'woman in your life' sort of question." I faced him and then said, "Now that you saw me like you did yesterday, I am curious, you know for research purposes, which article of clothing did you like better? The bra or the underwear?"

Tim looked into my eyes very seriously for a moment as if he was reliving the whole moment in his mind. "Do you really call the little underwear with a string, underwear?" he asked.

I smiled at his question, "Well technically it is, but I guess it's called a floss string thong."

Tim nodded thoughtfully. "I definitely liked the thong the best."

"No hesitation huh?" I replied, my heart pounding. I kept holding his hand.

"I mean the bra was really pretty, but it was like more pretty than sexy you know?" He said. I liked how casual he was being. It reminded me of the level of trust we shared. "You just looked really really good in that thong. It fit you perfectly."

I tilted my head at his words. I could tell he was picturing it in his mind. I liked that. "Well that is very good to know. You should keep these things in mind when you see Laurie again. She will like to know what you like."

He nodded to me as if he hadn't thought of Laurie until now. "You are right," he said and he looked up toward our gate. "I don't have any real knowledge about that kind of stuff." He looked back at me and then said, "Maybe you could show me, other things that I could keep in mind? You know for when I see Laurie..."

My heart skipped a beat and I had to recross my legs. I felt hot. "Yeah I may have brought a few things on this trip that I can show you. I would be curious to know your opinion."

Tim smiled at me and squeezed my hand. He glanced at Eric and then back at me. I knew what he was thinking.

"We probably shouldn't tell your father about this. I think this needs to be a mother son activity don't you?" I said.

Tim smiled and nodded. "I like that. A mother-son only activity."

Sunday Pt. 2

The flight was uneventful. Thanks to Eric's job we were able to upgrade to business class and enjoyed free internet on the flight. I sat next to Eric and sipped a mimosa then smiled. I was starting to feel it: vacation mode was setting in. Eric and I had been fortunate the last few years to make trips like this. Though Eric was not able to go to college when we had Tim, he had taken the role of provider extremely seriously. He got a job at a software company doing administration work and quickly, thanks to how innovative and charismatic my husband is, he was quickly promoted to sales. This seemed to be the kind of job he was born for and by Tim's tenth birthday Eric was running his own program and leading a large team.

The result of this is, of course, a lot more money but also more hours, stress and travel for my husband. As the sole provider for us what this meant was his stress became our stress. This was one thing I felt was starting to take its toll on Eric's body and in particular his sex drive and what I would, likely prematurely, call his ED. I struggled with this because we had a comfortable life and plenty of money, but at the same time at the cost of other things. It was a dilemma that I suppose many people deal with.

I squeezed Eric's hand beside me. He didn't move. I glanced at him and he was asleep again. I must have really tired him out.

"Rest up dear," I whispered with a smile. I had been looking forward to all-hours access to my husband for this week. This week I needed it. All the smut I had been feeding my imagination these days was starting to bleed through into my real life. I thought again about the taste of my son's cum from the night before. "That is so fucked up," I whispered.

I tried to sleep but it never happened. My mind was going and it wasn't going to stop. I opened my eyes and glanced at Tim sitting on the other side of Eric across the aisle. He was looking on his phone in a half asleep haze. I assumed he was looking at those pictures of Laurie. I passively wondered if his dick was hard.

"Sigh, sex on the brain," I whispered to myself.

I popped open my tablet and absent-mindedly surfed the internet. As if reading my mind I came across a lingerie ad and I clicked it. The next few minutes I scrolled through, favorited and set aside various items. The truth of the matter is I loved lingerie. Ever since I could remember I liked sexy outfits, bras, thongs, teddys and tops. Eric bought me things over the years and he had great taste but sometimes they were even a bit too tasteful. Granted there was a place for those types of things and all the lingerie he had given me was really beautiful. But, ironically, as my son had put it: there is a difference between pretty and sexy. I was feeling more on the sexy side of the equation at the moment.

I scrolled see-through tops and different styles of "breast presentation" as it was called. My boobs were not as perky as they had once been and, as every mom knows, breast feeding can add some sag to what you have. But mine held their own as they had a tasteful hang to them that just required some support. I could pull off some sexy tops and still had plenty of cleavage. Granted my tits weren't like Laurie or Suiizanne's big ones, but mine felt like the right size with my smaller chest. I clicked on one outfit that was a teddy but had no covering for boobs. It truly "presented" them. I thought it was kind of sexy.

I felt myself getting wet as I looked over each thing. I laughed when I saw I had 21 items in my shopping cart at this point. Of course I wasn't going to buy all of that. That was like a $1000 in lingerie. I often did this, just filled the cart and then deleted it all at the end. Suddenly the messenger on my tablet popped up.

Tim: What are you doing?

I looked at the bra I was considering in my cart. It had different strap styles that worked with different dresses, but also it looked great on its own. I copied the link and sent it to Timmy.

Mom: What do you think of this one? Black or red?

I glanced over at my son and he smiled when the link opened. I didn't turn my head but just watched him from the corner of my eye as I continued to search through my cart.

Tim: I like it. Very sexy and black for sure.

I smiled but didn't turn my head.

Mom: You mean for me or Lauie?

Tim: You.

I kept smiling. I recrossed my legs and kept scrolling.

Tim: What size are you?

Mom: That is a rather personal question, young man.

Tim: Just want to help you shop. You know, give you ideas.

I giggled.

Mom: You don't need my size to just look. The internet has plenty of pictures. It's not like you are going to buy me something.

Tim laughed. He looked over at me, but I kept my composure and continued to scroll through items on my tablet.

Tim: What about this one? Link.

I opened it. It was a several piece lingerie set, all black. The top was small and pressed the boobs together while the bottom was tiny thong panties and a garter set. I clicked through the various images and noticed it was a string thong. Quite small like the one he saw me in the night before. My pussy was very wet. I crossed my legs again but didn't look up.

Mom: Laurie would look great in this.

Tim: I think you would look better.

I blushed. My heart was pounding. I felt my face getting red and I was grateful that the lights were still low on the plane so no one would notice.

Tim: Did you notice the thong? It's a string like the one you have.

Mom: Yes I noticed. I am surprised you remember.

Tim: I won't forget.

I felt hot. This was getting a little weird. I clicked another link and then sent it to him.

Mom: What about this one for Laurie?

He looked at it for a moment. I kept scrolling and I hoped that this conversation would end.

Tim: That would look great on her. What about this one for you? Link.

I clicked the link. It was a simple two piece set. Simple but extremely small. The bra was almost just a string with pasties and the thong was tiny. My landing strip would show. At the same time the whole thing just said, "Fuck the shit out of me." My pussy was dripping wet.

Mom: That is very tiny. Do you like that?

Tim: Yes.

He sent me another link. This one was of a tiny thong with the model facing away from the camera. Essentially it was just a picture of her ass and the fraction of the thong that was visible. I looked at it for a few moments.

Mom: I have something just like this already.

Tim: Really?

I could see he started to type something and then stopped.

Mom: I am going to try to get some sleep. That was a lie.

Tim: Can I see that thong you have some time?

I almost turned off my tablet. My hands were shaking. I wasn't sure why.

Mom: Perhaps.

Tim: Understood.

Mom: Why don't you play a game or something?

Tim: Not in the mood.

Mom: Well I am going to close my eyes and get some beauty rest.

Tim: You are already beautiful, Mom.

Mom: Sweet boy.

I turned off my tablet and pretended to sleep. All I could think about was the various pieces of underwear and lingerie that I had packed. I wondered which ones Tim would like. Somewhere behind those thoughts another thought pushed through: this is so fucked up. I am so fucked up.

Sunday Pt 3.

The all inclusive resort was truly a breath of fresh air. After the early wake up, the airport, the flight, the next airport and the taxi ride, as much as I liked traveling, it was nice to just get there. Eric had become savvy over the years with hotels and he requested an upgrade for us in our room, if possible, because we wanted to celebrate something special. Of course whatever that celebration was it made no difference but typically the hotel would provide. This time they did in spades.

We were put in a top floor suite overlooking the ocean for the same rate as a lower level room. I chalked it up to Eric's charm and sense for when to push more than anything. He was so good at this stuff. The suite had a master bedroom and then a pull out bed in the living area for Tim. I walked through the space trying to hold back my excitement as the porter walked us through and explained the various features of the room. I didn't care about most of it as I wasn't a TV watching vacationer, so knowing I had access to 100 channels really meant less than nothing to me. But I did like the space and the views and the free drinks.

Tim curled up on a chair and looked at the ocean. The warm sun rays held him in such a light that I couldn't help but get sentimental. Perhaps this was going to be the last trip with just the three of us. It was inevitable. Kids grow up and things changed even if we were ready for them to change. It was just the way life is.

Once we tipped the porter and I followed Eric into our room to unpack.

"This place is like and apartment," Eric said with a laugh.

I gave him a big hug. "Thank you, dear," I said to him and kissed his neck. "I know you work hard for us and all this."

He gave me a squeeze. "Anything for you, Anya. You know that."

I kissed him again and we held each other for a moment. It was one of those moments when you forgot about the twists and turns of life and just relished in what you had and we had each other and our son.

"I think I am going to take a shower," Eric said. "I didn't get a chance to take one this morning."

I nodded and then winked at him, unbuttoning a button on my shirt. "Want me to join you?" I bit my lip and put on my best seductress face.

He smiled at me. "I am still recovering from last night you succubus," he said.

I smiled at him sweetly. I was so horny that it was extremely hard to take the rejection, but I understood and I could see the fatigue in his handsome face. "Ok, I will let you go and clean yourself," I said in a dominatrix tone. "But next time I may not take no for an answer."

He grinned, "I expect nothing less." and then walked into the bathroom and closed the door.

I let out a sigh and sat on the bed. I pulled the suitcase over and opened it. Normally unpacking was the first thing I would do, but I just wasn't in the mood. I was too horny. I slid my hand down into one of the side pockets and found my small bud vibrator. Not as awkward or obvious as a dildo. I wasn't brave enough to travel with one of those. Not yet at least. But this little toy did the trick.

I considered turning it on right there but there was a chance that Tim would notice. Besides, I needed to get him unpacked anyway. Mom's duties never ended. I got up and went into the living room to find Tim dozing on the chair. His chest rose and fell in slow, deliberate motions and his right hand was halfway down the front of his pants.

Pulling his suitcase over to the dresser beside the pull down hide-a-bed I unzipped it and started to put his clothes away. I got through the process quickly and proceeded to drag his suitcase into the closet and then started on mine and Eric's. Unpacking was a good process for me to relax. It gave me a task to focus my energy on rather than just constantly thinking about sex. Of course as I started to settle into the motions I pulled out my black thong and held it up thoughtfully. It did look like the pair in the picture, though this wasn't a string. It was one of my favorite pairs, sexy but comfortable. Some women didn't like thongs as they gave them the constant wedgie feeling. That never happened to me. Instead it felt tight, form fitting and the feeling of cloth running between my asscheeks was always kind of erotic. My anus was extremely sensitive and I enjoyed the feeling of it being rubbed. Always had even before my constant-need-for-sex days.

I started to put everything away when Tim walked in.

"Hey mom, I am hungry," he said.

"Ok why don't you call up some room service," I said as I continued to put things away.

"I don't want to stay in the room," I feel like we have been sitting all day. "Want to get some food downstairs?"

"Let me see what your father wants to do. He is in the shower," I said. I went into the bathroom and asked Eric about food.

"You guys go ahead," he said. "I can order something up for myself."

I walked back into the room and told Tim, "Looks like it is just you and me for a bit."

He smiled. We headed out the door and made our way down to the ground floor of the hotel to go hunting for food. We settled on the first restaurant and just ordered nachos. I got a margarita and Tim had a coke.

"Well we finally made it," I said as I sipped my drink.

Tim dove into the nachos and nodded, "Yeah feels good to be away from school for a bit."

"Do you miss Laurie?" I asked.

"Yeah," he replied, looking out over the pool. I sent her a text and she already told me she missed me.

"Oh young love," I mocked gently and laughed. "I think you two will survive this week apart."

Tim smiled. "Well I still have you. The main woman in my life."

I eyed him for a moment. "It is nice to hear you say that. I know I tease you about Laurie, but I am really happy that you guys found one another."

Tim nodded. "She is jealous of you though," he said looking into my eyes thoughtfully. "She knows how much you mean to me."

"That's normal sweetie," I said having no idea if that was true. "The same thing happens with Dads and daughters."

We sat in silence for a while as he considered that and ate his nachos. Then he asked, "Do you really think this trip is going to clear my head about sex?"

I smiled at him, "Honestly I am not sure. But I do know that you have your whole life ahead and there is no reason to rush into anything."

"The only problem is that the more I try not to think about it, the more I do," He said honestly.

He was right. I struggled with the same thing.

"The more I think about it, the more, well, I want it," He said.

I nodded.

"Which, to me, means that the first thing I will do when I see Laurie is ask her to have sex with me," He said looking back out at the pool. "So whatever your plan is for me to wait for a week, isn't really going to do anything. I am just being honest. Like all I can think about is sex right now."

I knew what he was going through. My pussy was so wet even as I sat here with my son.

"So I am not a man, obviously," I said with a laugh. "But doesn't masturbating help? Even a little bit?"

He frowned. "Well, I mean you have seen Laurie," He said. "She is a whole lot more exciting than my hand."

I couldn't help but laugh.

"Besides, I am at this point where I can masturbate five or six times a day and still feel so horny," he said. "The other day I was going crazy so I just masturbated four times into some socks just to clear my head a little bit."

My heart sped up and my mouth went dry. Four times. I thought of the socks and the weight of my son's cum in them. Four thick loads and he was still ready to go. I thought of him talking to Lauire in the bathroom and showing her his dick. I crossed my legs. Being able to pull two out of Eric had almost killed him. I could still taste my son's cum in my mouth.

"Well, um, it is just for a week," I said weakly as if somehow more time made a difference. "I think once you are able to relax and take your mind off things it will be easier."

Tim laughed. "Not a chance," he looked back at the pool and nodded at some teenage girl in a bikini. "Not to mention you will be around all the time in your little bikini."

My pulse quickened. I felt dizzy. "Very funny Tim," I managed and I took a big drink.

"It's true," he said. "Just objectively speaking as a guy, mom, you are a smokeshow."

"Tim," I said sternly but gently, "I am your mother. That isn't a way that you should talk to me." I liked it, I am not going to lie.

He looked away for a second, "That's why I said objectively." He said in his defense. "I'm sorry mom, I am just going crazy here. Before the flight Laurie sent me all these pictures of herself."

I raised an eyebrow, "Well I think she wants you to look at them and, you know, masturbate."

"I already did," he said. "Three times in the airport and once on the plane."

Four times? I thought. I didn't say anything.

"Now I am sitting here, honestly hard as a rock. It wasn't easy to even walk down here. I thought that getting some exercise and some air would help but it really hasn't," He said. I could see he was frustrated and almost desperate. I thought about Eric's comment on how there is only so much blood in a boy's body to split between his head and his dick.