It's been along time since my last submission. This is my first attempt at writing in this category so please let me know what you all think. As always I enjoy responding to feedback so leave me an email addy so I can get back to you. I usually like to continue my stories for at least a second part but I will leave that up to you. Thanks.
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James Scott could hardly contain himself. He ran like the wind with a determination that would put most athletes to shame. He rounded the corner three blocks from his home and ran up to the door of his best friends house. He knocked loudly four times.
"Hurry up Sam!" He panted.
Finally the door opened but it wasn't whom James wanted to see. It was Sam's mother Kim.
"What is it James, what's wrong?" She asked.
"Oh, uh, nothing Mrs. Martin. I just need to tell Sam something. Is he here?"
"Yes he's here, he's in his room on the computer. I thought something was wrong James. You had me worried." She said with her hand on her chest.
"Sorry Mrs. Martin." James said as he dashed by her and up the stairs.
Kim Martin just shook her head and smiled as she watched her son's best friend run up the stairs. Both her son and James were 18 and Sam had known James for thirteen of those years. They were both going to graduate in a couple months.
Sam was in his room listening to some Mp3's when the door flew open. He was surprised enough to jump from his seat.
"Dude your not going to believe it." James said starring at his friend.
"Damn man, you almost gave me a heart attack." Sam said breathing heavily.
"Dude your gonna owe me big time." James said smiling.
Sam sat back down and turned off the music.
"Well? What is so damn important?" Sam said
"Remember how I told you about those kickass vacations my family takes to Louisiana to see my aunt and uncle?" James said.
"Yeah, you told me they lived on some lake, and about how all you did while you were down there was sit on the peer looking at girls in swimsuits." Sam said
"Well, guess where I'm going this weekend?" James said smiling.
"You suck, damn your lucky. How long you gonna be gone?" Sam asked wondering what he was gonna do without his best friend.
"Just a week, but man it's gonna be killer." James said.
"Wait, why am I going to owe you big time?" Sam asked.
"Because my mom and dad said you could go to!" James screamed.
"Really! Hell yeah." Sam shouted.
Ever since James had told Sam about his family's vacations Sam has wanted to go but there was never enough room for him in James' family's car because of all the luggage. That wasn't a problem ever since James' dad got a huge double-cab truck.
"When do we leave?" Sam asked smiling.
"Tomorrow morning is what mom said. You should come over and tell my mom and dad thanks for inviting you." James said.
"Yeah, that's cool. Maybe I should give your mom a big hug too." Sam said laughing.
"Ha ha, very funny." James said not amused.
"I can't help it man, your mom is hot." Sam said.
For as long as James could remember Sam had had a crush on his mom. It didn't bother him. In fact he liked that people thought his mom was pretty. Sam was always telling him that she looked like Charisma Carpenter from the television show Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Sam had even told him that sometimes when he spends the night he would steal some of James' mom's panties from the laundry hamper in the bathroom.
As the two boys walked over to James' house they talked about all the stuff they were going to do, it was going to be killer indeed.
"Man, I'm gonna ride my uncle's jet ski all day." James said.
"Yeah man, that'll be fun as hell. But don't forget about the girls." Sam said smiling.
"Oh don't worry, who do you think is gonna be on the back of the jet ski?" James laughed.
When they got to James' house they made their way into the kitchen. They both got a glass of tea and sat down at the table. They talked for about ten minutes then James' mom Alana walked into the kitchen. Sam jumped up and ran over to her and wrapped his arms around her.
"Thanks a million Mrs. Scott." Sam said, welcoming any chance to touch James' mom.
"Your welcome Sam, but I can't breathe with you squeezing me." James' mom said.
She was all too aware of what Sam was doing but she didn't care. It made her feel good that people thought she was attractive. It meant all that hard work at the gym wasn't for nothing.
"You could make it up to me by not stealing so many of my panties. Those things are expensive." She thought to herself smiling. "Besides, it's healthy for a boy his age to have a crush."
"Oh, I'm sorry." Sam said releasing her.
"And stop that Mrs. Scott stuff. You know it makes me feel old. Ms. Alana sounds better anyway." She said.
Sam sat back down at the table flashing a quick smile to James. James just rolled his eyes. He really couldn't blame Sam though; all of his friends were like that around his mom. She was 35 but looked ten years younger. She was a beautiful woman with dark brunette hair that had light brown streaks and hung almost to her shoulders. She worked out regularly so she was in great shape. James had heard other men call her a trophy wife and he understood. He just thought they were jealous. She was the kind of woman all the other moms wanted to look like. She kept up with the latest fashions, unlike all the other moms in the neighborhood; and she was always wearing little tank tops and low-slung jeans.
"Hey man, we should go get your stuff, then you could spend the night here. That way you would already be here when we leave." James said.
"That's cool with me. Is it alright if I stay tonight Ms. Alana." Sam asked.
"That's a good idea, its fine with me. Just be sure to tell your mother Sam." She said.
Sam and James walked back to Sam's house to tell his mom and to pack his bags. Later they came back and went to James' room and packed his stuff as well. Alana and James' dad Greg packed all their stuff too; everyone in the house loved these little vacations.
"What do you think about this?" Alana said holding up a black bikini she had just bought.
"I think you'll be the prettiest thing on the river sweetheart." Greg said smiling.
"Thanks baby." Alana said stuffing the bikini into her suitcase.
"Well, I'm going to get a shower then we better get some sleep. The only bad thing tomorrow will be driving all that way." Alana said grabbing her towel.
"Yeah, I might be asleep by the time your out of the shower." Greg said yawning.
Alana made her way into the bathroom at the end of the hall. As she took off her clothes she surveyed herself in the mirror like all women do. Satisfied she stepped into the shower. She lathered herself up and even did a little trimming down there.
"Don't want anything sticking out while I'm tanning." She thought to herself.
Inside James' room he had already went to sleep. Sam, on the other hand, had heard the water running and was now watching stealthily through a crack in the door hoping to see Alana. Sure enough his prayers were answered when she came walking down the hallway in her towel. Sam watched as her hips swayed from side to side. From his angle on the floor he could almost see her ass as she walked by the door.
"That's so cute, he's got good taste in women too." Alana joked to herself all too aware of the pair of eyes starring at her from the doorway.
The next morning everyone got up and started to get ready for their trip. It was a hot summer day so everyone was in shorts and flip-flops. Alana wore a little orange sundress and did her hair up into a ponytail.
Once all the luggage was loaded James shouted shotgun and hopped into the passenger seat. Sam hopped in back, followed by Alana. Greg started the truck and off they went. Everyone talked to pass the time and every once in a while Alana would notice Sam starring at her out of the corner of her eye. She glanced down and saw what had his attention. Her dress exposed a lot of her legs. Sam saw her look down and quickly stopped his starring.
"Poor boy, I hope he's not feeling too uncomfortable." Alana thought to herself.
In an attempt to lighten the tension Alana looked at Sam and smiled brightly. Sam smiled back and everything seemed normal to them both. Eventually everyone but Greg fell asleep.
When everybody awoke they were almost at their destination. There was excitement in the air as they neared James' uncle's house but Greg had been driving all day and needed to make one last pit stop.
"Well I don't know about everyone else but my bladder is about to explode. I'm gonna stop at this store off the interstate." Greg said pulling down the off ramp.
"Good, I think we could all stretch our legs." Alana said.
The gas station was old and run down but looked normal enough. They all walked inside and Greg asked the two men behind the counter where the restrooms were.
"Down the hall on your left mister." One of the men said.
Greg went down the dirty old hall and went into the bathroom. While Sam and James looked around for some snacks, Alana went over to the cooler and grabbed a drink. While she was bent over getting her drink she could feel the two men's eyes digging into her back. She walked up to the counter and handed the man her money. When he gave her change back he let his hand rub against hers just a little more than necessary Alana thought. She just smiled and walked toward the bathrooms.
In the hall she passed her husband but didn't say anything. A couple rednecks are nothing to get worked up over. Just as she got to the girls bathroom her son James was taking his turn. As James walked up to the urinal he looked down at the old cigarette butts and the puddle of urine on the floor, disgusted he walked into the stall. As he pulled down his zipper he noticed a small hole in the wall over the commode. Curious he peeked through the hole. It led straight through to the women's stall. Just as he was about to pull back he saw his mom enter the stall. Before he had a chance to pull back she pulled up her dress to reveal a tiny pink pair of panties. James had never thought of his mom the way Sam did but in this light even he admitted that she was very attractive. He knew what was coming next but he couldn't resist. Slowly she pulled down her panties. James' eyes got wider as her neatly trimmed bush came into view. James felt a slight twitch in his pants. Almost shocked at the sight of his partially naked mother James pulled up his zipper and walked out.
"Man, Sam would've killed to be in my shoes." James laughed to himself.
The family piled back into the truck and 2 hrs. later they were pulling into to James' uncle's driveway. James' uncle was waiting in the driveway to greet them.
