Hi! I'm Adam. My Mom is Barb. Our family has a small painting/cleaning business. My father Josh has owned it for several years and has done great.
I am 20 years old, 6' 2", curly hair, and have been working with Dad for 3 years. My mom is 38 years old and is very active in the business. She is petite and very cute in mannerisms and looks. Dad takes life too seriously. worrying a lot, and not into fun things.
This morning at breakfast Dad says to me, "Adam, I picked up a job yesterday that is a rush job. Our client has a remote cabin on a lake four hours north. His wife wants to refurbish everything with a deep cleaning and new paint job inside. They have removed the furniture so it should be an easy job, maybe 3 or 4 days. Can you and your mother take the small box truck and small camping trailer up to do the job? He says it is too remote for a hotel or dining places so you will be basically camping. I couldn't imagine wanting a place like that for relaxing."
I looked over at Mom to see the surprised look on her face. "Mom, I assume that you weren't quite prepared for this. Can we get everything we need together and leave early this afternoon? It sure is short notice but sounds like a simple job. The camper is small but it is better than sleeping on the ground or breathing all the paint fumes."
Mom looks at Dad and says hesitantly, "Josh, I sure hate surprises like this. Can't it wait a few days until we can prepare for it?"
Dad answers curtly, "Not if we want to depend on him as a customer. He always wants his work done yesterday."
Mom and I start making a list of everything that we might need. By noon we are loading up the truck and camper. We go light on our personal items as we should only be there for 3 or 4 days. We leave just before two for the four-hour drive. Our conversation on the trip covers from our current life to my future plans for my life. I can tell that mom is still quite upset with Dad for laying this job on us without any notice and no regard for our plans.
Finally, we arrive at the remote cabin. As we start down the long driveway, we have to remove some storm damage to drive thru. We drive into the yard showing a dark cabin with several branches laying down. I enter the cabin to find the electricity off.
I call Dad to let him know the situation. "Dad, it looks like the job will be a couple of days longer. You might check with the client to see if he wants us to work on the yard until the electricity comes on."
Dad calls back to confirm the new plans and I break the news to mom. "Mom, you will have to spend a couple of more days working with me. We will go find civilization at least one evening to get a shower and a good night rest. I know this isn't what you were wanting to hear."
Mom looks softly at me saying, "We will make the best of it. Let's just enjoy all of this time we can spend together. You are much easier to work with than your father."
We set up our small camper as it gets dark. Our generator lights up the camper and we gather branches for a campfire. We have a light supper out of cans and sit back enjoying the fire. We talk more like old friends than mother and son. Mesmerized by the fire, we relax completely.
Mom covers my hand with her hand, saying, "I know that you would rather be with your girlfriend in this setting than with your mother. It is quite romantic, just the two of us."
I squeeze her hand. "Mom, being with you is romantic. You are a beautiful young woman. Every man would be proud to have you as his girl. But I am the one who will have you in my bed tonight! That queen bed is a little small, but it will be fun to cuddle up with you tonight."
We continue holding hands as we make our plans for the next few days. After a while, I stand up and pull mom up into my arms. I give her a kiss on the lips and a tight hug. I then give her another short soft kiss on her lips.
We get ready for bed. I am wearing just my boxers and mom is in her short baby doll nightie. We lay there drifting off to sleep listening to the wildlife outside. After mom's breathing indicate that she is sleeping, I lay my arm over her allowing me to cup her breast. She is a full 34C breast size which fills my hand nicely. Her breathing stays rhythmic indicating that she is in deep sleep. I lightly rub my thumb over her nipple which causes her to flinch. I lay still for several minutes before I dare to touch her nipple again. This time mom lets out a deep sigh as I softly roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. After a few minutes I slowly bring my hand up to her other breast. Her breathing stays slow and steady as I fulfill one of my dreams of her. I am thrilled with my actions as I slowly roll back to lay on my back.
I sleep deeply for the rest of the night. As I slowly begin waking at daylight, I roll over toward mom. I slip my right hand under her and roll her towards me as I face her, I slip my hand under the back of her baby doll nightgown and softly stroke her bare back.
