Vacation in Lockdown Ch. 01

My eyes were soaking in the treasure that is my mom, and I just was in awe of her. I kept looking at her when she tested the water with her toes before continuing her descent in the water on the stair built to enter the pool corner. More than anything for some reason I was feeling lucky to have her as my mom, an achiever professionally, a go-getter in attitude, a person of extreme beauty, and yet so modest, humble, and kind. More than lucky I felt proud of my Mom.

Once she came in, she walked right up to me and seeing my eyes gleam; she jerked her head up as if asking, 'what's up?'

I just smiled back and told her, "you look beautiful, Mom. The bikini looks marvelous on you."

She just gloated and laughed at me. "Thank you, my dear sir. Glad I have your approval."

I blushed, and we moved side by side from one end of the pool to the infinity corner, which gave us a view to behold. We could see the lights around Vegas and beyond and clear afternoon blue sky. The heat from the sun seemed to have toned down, and the sun was setting in the other corner. We were due for our Stand-up comic show and decided to come back with Dad again.

Slowly walking out of the water, I made sure to walk behind her for our towels. Her bum showed not a single ounce of excess fat, and the faint wobble her steps produced were hypnotic if anything. When she was drying herself near our chairs, I could see her front, and my eyes were glued to her breasts. The material clung you her nipples, and there was very little left for imagination. The material was not transparent, but it stuck on to her tits like a second skin and gave an impression of body paint.

We took a shower in adjacent cubicles in the wet zone, and while walking out I saw a large steam and sauna section left of the entrance. Just ahead was a spa. When we had turned right on entry we missed this part of the floor. Having dressed back, after a shower, in the hotel's towel robes we shuffled towards the spa to check out the services available quickly.

We knew where we would start our day tomorrow, looking at each other and grinning.

Back on our floor, Mom went to her room, and I joined her to discuss the plan with dad.

"Dad, what is the plan for the evening?" I queried

"I am ready when you are." He was watching TV in the room having finished his work. He had also had lunch in the room calling for a sandwich for room service. We agreed to meet in an hour outside. The walk to the restaurant area for the show was in an extension block of the hotel so we would barely step out of the hotel.

Mom was tingly all over and pretty excited. She went in for a proper shower in the bathroom and lathered up everywhere. She was in the huge glass cubicle with a rain shower styled bath system, and she loved the pressure it gave her on various parts of her body. A cold shower later she wrapped the towels around and slowly applied the cream on herself all over in front of Dad.

Dad's interest in the movie was gone, and he simply admired the scene of titillation play right in front of him. She had laid out her undergarments in front of him on her side of the bed before going in for a shower and he had wondered, how on earth is she going to fit in these. Before she could pick up the bra and panties to wear he professed his love a millionth time, "Catherine, did I ever tell you I love you."

She knew his style and played the game, "Not since this morning no." He leapt up and had her in his arms naked and kissed her lightly on her lips, "I love you, Catherine." She kissed him back, pulled her hands behind his neck, and replied, "I love you too."

Just then, her phone buzzed, and she disentangled from Dad to pick the call, and he could be heard sighing a long breath.

"It's the restaurant; they wanted to reconfirm the reservation. Given the epidemic thing, it looks like they are treading safe. Let's go." She said.

Now all business, she pushed into the smooth tight panties and the seamless bra. She did it with such ease, Dad rolled his eyes as if he had lost a bet with himself. She spent ten minutes doing her hair, and another ten on her make up. She shuffled about in just her bra and panties. Dad lost another bet with himself; no she won't have a blood clot in this bra and panty set, given the ease with which she was moving about in them.

And when she wore the dress, after taking it down from the hanger, Dad knew why the bra and panties were of the style that they were. The dress was a black tight dress, which hugged her body at every curve. The undergarments were invisible below this very thin dress with a slight shimmer. With her every move the dress stretched in a manner that it went mildly transparent and gave a peek of the treasure inside.

Mom gave a 360 degrees turn and asked, "what do you think Barry" and looked in his direction quizzingly.

Dad felt very happy with her choice and stood up to kiss her again as a response to her query. They had been kissing for a good thirty seconds when there was a tap on their door and a bell ring.

Dad opened the door to let me in. Mom was wearing her heels and did not look up to see my first reaction, which would have been embarrassing for me.

But when she did look up and saw my appreciating look, she could not help but twist and ask "how do I look, Calvin."

I opened my mouth to say something, but Dad came back from the bathroom. I said "ravishing, Mom. I can assure you, that you will be the prettiest girl in the restaurant tonight."

Dad slipped into his shoes and tied his laces quickly, and we were ready to go. Mom took my arm until the elevator, and by the time we exited from the elevator into the lobby she had both her hands locked - one in Dad's right and the other in my left arm.

The table we had was one amongst forty four-seaters in the restaurant. We were in the third row from the stage, and more than twenty tables were occupied, most were couples and a few families. The evening was a wonderful experience; the comedy was hilarious, and the comic was a star performer. His entourage, also a few comics, was also fun to watch. Mom and Dad had a few drinks while we were watching the show, I also had one. Overall we had a wonderful time and moved to the restaurant for a late dinner.

I cannot say about others, but my eyes never left Mom, I am sure Dad was not any different. Both of us were trying to peek at her from various angles just to get a better understanding of her dress. It showed but it did not. What a wonderful peace of creativity for a woman. Every lift of her arm and every move and twist of hers would give us a fleeting glimpse, and then back. Mom loved the attention it got her.

After dinner, Mom and Dad retreated to their room, and I went to the Casino. I texted Natalie asking about her day, and after exchanging a few texts, we decided to FaceTime so I returned to the room. I discussed with her about our hotel and told her about the special gym and a pool floor we had the privilege to use. Both of us were happy that she'd be joining us soon.

Friday

I slept in and was woken up by a persistent buzz of my phone. Natalie was at the airport, but her flight had got canceled, and the chances of another flight were also slim. The virus alert has escalated, and more and more flights were disrupted - delayed or canceled. We discussed for a while, and I insisted she take another flight, even if it has to hop-over from another airport. But after an exasperating morning, she seemed to give up. Eventually, we decided it was best to leave it at that, and she returned home. When I kept the phone, I was dejected. I saw on my phone - she had already called me four times over the last hour.

Since I was up, I checked the time was about half-past ten, and I decided to freshen-up, shower, and head for breakfast. I met with Mom and Dad at the restaurant. They were almost finished and wanted to keep it light this morning. They gave me company for a bit, seeing me grumpy because Natalie was not going to join us. I told them about the downer and they were also disappointed because they wanted to meet and spend time with Natalie, given my seriousness with her. In a short while, they left for the Spa. Mom had apparently convinced Dad for a couple's massage at the 15th floor Spa, and she was happy. We agreed to meet back for lunch together, and they left.

I ate breakfast alone mulling over my next plan for the day. I went back to my room after breakfast and worked on a small task I had from the office over email. In two hours it was Lunchtime already, I had not finished my task on hand. I texted Dad that I would not be joining them for Lunch because I had work to cover up. Got an instant text back, and we would meet post-lunch in the suite. We had decided to take a walk in the evening on The Strip and had decided to eat out somewhere else. A famous restaurant Dad had told me he'd earlier been to.

An hour or so later, I finished up and was waiting for them to come up to the rooms. I texted them to check. Apparently, they too had decided to skip going to the restaurant downstairs for lunch and had parked themselves at the infinity pool on the 15th floor, after their massage. Dad texted back, asked me to join them at the poolside if I was done. I changed into my trunks and went to the 15th floor.

I met Terrence at the Reception. He guided me to the pool where I joined Mom and Dad, both lounging on the chairs for the past hour or so. They had already had sandwiches served poolside. I ordered the same for myself and dived into the pool remembering yesterday's wonderful experience. Mom and Dad watched me go in and shuffle about. Mom was reading, and Dad was on his mobile. There was no one on the deck or in the pool. Since the main pool had opened, it looked like this floor was again returned to the elite guests. We had a card issued by Nin for accessing this section, I mentally took note to go to her and thank her for the thoughtfulness.

After a few rounds around the pool, I remembered to look at Mom to check out what was she wearing today for the pool. From my angle, I could not figure out much except that her bikini top today covered her full breasts but had strings on all sides to hold the cover. Reminded of the previous day's catwalk to the pool, I called them to join in the pool.

Dad passed, but Mom stood up smiling. She kept her book on the side table, rolled her hair up, adjusted her bikini bottom, and turned to walk towards the pool. The chairs they were sitting on were angled sideways from the pool, but her walk seemed equally exciting to me.

Her bikini was an all-white with black strings and lining. Her bikini top patches covered her full breasts but in no manner could contain the distinguishing wobble of her boobs. Even contained they did the magic and swayed the cover along with them as she took her steps. Her eyes were covered in sunglasses and smile on her face. I looked towards her bikini bottom to find a larger triangle of the cloth than the previous day's, which matched the bikini top and gave a feeling of a designer bikini, probably one of those from a fashion label. Strings on the sides held the patch of cloth up on her front. Her short walk to the pool stairs was eight seconds of joy for me. She slowly climbed down into the pool and took off her sunglasses and kept them on the pool ledge. Continuing onwards slowly and then she started swimming.

The pool was about twenty yards in length. I swam towards her, and we did the laps together. After about ten laps we just stood in the pool at the far side from the infinity area. This side had some shade plus Dad was nearest from this point, so we were talking, me and Mom in the pool and Dad about three yards away from us on the chair and not a soul around except for an attendant at the far end of the poolside cleaning up some non-existent rubbish.

We discussed about our plan for the evening, and everyone was happy to hold on until the next morning before changing plans and going back home early, if at all. This reminded Dad that he should be talking to some people back home to check on his installations as well as check with his Director of Operations the next course of action for coming Monday onwards.

We just held back on the corner for a few minutes discussing their spa session earlier today. Mom seemed very happy with the massage she and Dad got done. Apparently, two girls did it, and both were oriental, and the massage was authentic. She told me about the outdoor cabana, which was partitioned by bamboo poles and curtains, and while the front of it had the city view, the two sides and top were covered with cloth. She was gushing while telling me about the oils, and aroma, and such.

With the shifting shade, we moved a bit to stay away from direct sun to keep the conversation going. A two-yard move changed the depth of the pool, and we kept talking. I was almost on my toes and realized Mom was struggling to stay on hers, and she was bouncing every few seconds to keep her neck out. I stepped forward and put my arm around her waist and gave her a slight pull upwards. This brought her closer to me, and she was now out of the water from above her shoulder.

Her feet had left the pool floor, and instinctively her hand slipped around my shoulder; also because I was a couple of inches below her it gave the angle. My arm around her waist pulled her closer, and her arm around my shoulder helped, providing little resistance. We were attached from shoulder to thighs. I was standing firm on the pool floor, and she was a few inches above the floor, with her feet dangling. She stopped going into the details for a little bit to settle into the new pose and delved back into the massage oil at the spa, something or the other which I had lost interest in by then. She probably sensed that. I understood that she had sensed it and quickly started a new point in our conversation; scared she might want to step back or maybe move out of the pool.

I said, "I am so bummed Natalie cannot make it today. I was so looking forward to her joining us today."

"I know sweetie. I was really counting on meeting her and spending time with her this weekend." She said empathetically. She turned a little towards me, still hooked on my arm and her arm around my shoulder. This brought her perpendicular to me.

The conversation moved to my seriousness in the relationship with Natalie and her job and her family. Slowly, I had moved Mom in front of me while holding the conversation and both of my arms were around her waist on their own. Spontaneously she put her second hand on my shoulder; Her other hand was on my shoulder up to her elbow.

We came face to face with very little modest distance between us. Her hand on the shoulder had a very mild counter force to keep the contact from becoming a hug. One arm around my shoulder loose, and the other hand on my other side holding my shoulder. Our faces were very near, and her breasts were touching me and her belly attached to mine. Her thighs were lightly floating near my hips on the front. My arms behind her were holding her up from below her armpits. I could smell the wonderful combination of massage oils on her mixed with her own lotion she must've applied and her perfume possibly.

On the next brief pause in our chat, I used eye contact to create a moment and pull her nearer. The little nudge was well received, and she came in a full-frontal embrace, and her hand on my shoulder started rolling onto the back of my shoulder. The little resistance her hand had provided was gone. With both of her hands behind my shoulders, still loose, her face was mere inches from mine, her lips a couple of inches from mine. If she had chosen to kiss me at that moment, she would have had to come down a bit. My hands start traveling down, and no words are spoken.

I was not hugging her yet, it was just her hands behind me that have held us close, my hands are busy going down from her upper back to the center, and then her lower back. Each inch covered at a glacial pace as if it was going down from gravity and not intent. I dare not stop it, and let the slide continue. When it touched the top of her bikini bottom, I sensed a small tense twitch because her full body was touching my front. The twitch reminded me of her breasts which were squeezing against my upper chest and her belly on my stomach. My arms were bent on the elbows, and my hands were moving with the help of willpower I never knew existed in me. This kind of liberty on my part was almost unthinkable, yet slowly my hands reached her butt. In the next few moments, her butt came in my hands fully.

Both her buns covered with bikini were in my flat palms. Against a few minutes per inch earlier, my hands had developed another talent in slow motion. I had her butt in my hands but slowly I continued to slide down. Eventually, I crossed the bikini from the bottom and my arms were stretched by then, and since my slide was continuing the only way to do that was bending. So my hips went back a little, and my face came forward an inch.

My hands never left the surface of Mom's behind and continued their downward journey. I was on her upper thighs, and improvising I started pulling both her thighs while continuing to go lower on them. The pull and slide brought her legs to part, and she cooperated by lifting her legs in my hands. Our eyes were locked, and I think both of us could not decide what to do. At least not me. What was going on was certainly not my plan nor my smarts.

In a few seconds that followed, I had a good open palm grip on the back of her thighs, and my elbows were folded again. She had her legs parted, and both legs were held on my sides. Her breasts were squeezed into my chest, and her face three inches from me. her lips parted about half an inch in anticipation. Having received support under her legs, her grip started losing the tightness, and she was just holding her hands behind my shoulders.

My hands slide started again after a few seconds and I held her knees in my hands from the cup of her knees. A slight tug and a twist and my hands nudged her to bring her legs behind me. The glint in my eyes told her of my request. She complied, and her legs went behind my back slowly up with the help of both my hands. The next few moments were big enough for me to boast of until my next life.

She had rolled her legs behind me, and though they were not locked, her feet were close to each other behind me. Her arms had gone deeper behind my shoulder regaining the pressure, and her breasts were mashed into me. She moved up an inch, and her breasts squished in my chest. I let out a sigh to signal my appreciation, and she smiled as if welcoming my thanks. At that point, my hands started a reverse journey up her legs and took half the time coming back to her butt than it had taken to reach down to her knee cup.

With each inch my hands traveled - just a mild inward pressure in them - I ensured that our body joints were secured. When I reached her butt my palms were spread out, but they were not caressing, just holding her firmly into me.

If she thought the upward journey of the hands would continue, was she mistaken. My open palms stayed on her butt, and the pressure retained pulling her into me with a slight lift. I wondered if this proximity was ever possible outside of the pool. I held like this for a long while. My hands were still and did not move an inch. The tease that our situation was causing was painful for both of us.

I lifted her slightly from the butt helping her to adjust her legs behind me, and the lift enabled her next move. She dropped her head towards mine. Slowly it landed on my shoulder and facing towards my neck. I scolded myself for not having moved seconds earlier and gone for a kiss - we clearly had a moment. I think she also was waiting and finally gave up and let her head rest on my shoulder. Our embrace left no drop of water between our chests to our pelvis.