Being an only child, my parents always doted on me, especially my mother. Dad was always the quintessential "busy businessman", always had a big deal going on somewhere. I never really understood what he did exactly, but whatever it was, it paid well; we lived a very comfortable existence. He was described by his friends as a "rainmaker". Bringing entities together and making things happen. His gift was seeing potential where others did not.
He was gone a lot, but when he was around he was completely involved in our lives; Mom's and mine. He was fun, gregarious, had a bit of a naughty streak about causing mild trouble, just for fun. His charm tended to disarm people he pranked, and everyone wound up laughing. I always remembered him being a great Dad.
When he was gone, he was gone. He would make a nightly phone call to touch base, but always sounded distracted and distant. A quick, perfunctory conversation, to keep contact, but really his mind always seemed elsewhere; the opposite of when he was at home with us.
We lived in a big, stately home on a large farm in Martinsburg, Ohio, about 40 northeast of Columbus. The farm had been in Mom's family since her great-grandfather farmed it. Dad had no interest so it was basically share-cropped by and very nice family that lived on the far end of the property.
Mom was sexy and well proportioned, and always doted on Dad, but struck me as a bit lonely, due to his constant travels. She was not shy about wearing sexy swimsuits in the pool, but as my mother, this kind of bothered me when my friends were over for a swim and Mom would join us by the pool.
They had been married for 23 years and had deferred their anniversary celebration until they could go on a special trip with friends to the Mexican Riviera. There were to be 4 couples going, which was barely going to make a dent in the accommodations, which apparently had 8 en-suite bedrooms in the place. Mom was beside herself with excitement. She and Dad had traveled a fair amount, especially recently, now that I was grown and off at Ohio State. They had been to the orient, Europe, and a safari in Africa. Hanging out at the beach, with not much to do and no one to bother them was going to be her idea of a vacation.
She loved the travel, but the hustle and bustle of European travel, always brought her home exhausted. Not that she wasn't fit. Mom loved her workout regimen. I think Dad did too, as it kept her in fighting shape. Actually it kept her body beautifully toned and shapely. She was only 42, and literally had the body of a 30 year old. In our rural region, few women had that kind of shape, and the leisure time to work on that shape and keep it tan by lying out by the pool. At 5'-8" she was also the tallest of most of her friends.
She had a few friends at the local tennis club, who were similarly toned and had the free time to play. For the most part though, her friends were the normal moms of guys I had gone to school with. Boosters for my football and basketball teams. I think she preferred their company to her more snobbish club friends. I always thought Mom was pretty. I had seen her all my life in her swimsuits at pool parties and the like. They were never anything too revealing, but still managed to capture the attention of Dad's friends, and her girlfriend's husbands. Toned fit thighs, tight round bottom, nice tight C-cup breasts.
Mom's dark hair had began to take in some grey in high school. She said her family always had this trait. By high school graduation, it the salt and pepper; a somewhat misleading appearance, that at first glance made you think she was older, then up close realize that she was not only far younger, but possessed of a beautiful body! My friends had always given me a hard time about my sexy mother. It was weird. I had gotten into it with a couple of guys at school who had gone too far in describing her sexiness, and their lustful thoughts about her. I never got in fights, except for defending my mother's honor. She thought it was sweet, but very wrong behavior.
The summer of my junior year, my parents were going to vacation in Corrales, on the tip of land extending west, into the Pacific from Puerto Vallarta, in Mexico. They were staying at a private villa, that was owned by some billionaire businessman that dad had met in passing. One of their guests was going to be Andy Jenkins and his wife Sue. He had worked on the latest Predator movie and was responsible for finding the villa in the first place. Andy and Dad had met up with this billionaire regarding something business related.
I was going to stay home alone, while they were gone. I was dreaming of sleeping late, going out to parties, maybe having a couple parties at the house. Mom was fairly dancing around the house, (at times she really was dancing), packing for the trip, taking short shopping excursions to the malls in Columbus. She had packed and then re-packed a couple of times ahead of their Thursday departure date. I was staying at my apartment in Columbus, near the OSU campus, and was going to have coffee with them on their way to the airport Thursday, then head to the house for my own 2 week vacation. Monday night I got a call from my Dad.
"Hey Kev, how you doing?" he asked brightly.
"Hey Dad. I'm good, how about you? Looking forward to your trip? You at the house?"
"Actually no. I'm still in New York working this deal, with Paymer." He had been there a week and a half already, putting together god-knows-what kind of a deal, (whatever it was that he really did). "I may be shootin' into the airport just in time to meet up with your Mom, Thursday."
We chatted a bit and then he told me, "Listen Kev, there's something I want you to do for me."
"What do you need?"
"I want you to join us in Mexico." I was shocked. "It'll be a surprise for your Mom, so you can't tell her, nor can you fly with us. I want you to be a surprise when she arrives."
I was a bit disappointed at missing private time at the house, but intrigued with a trip to Mexico. Laying on the beach and hanging out with the 'rents for a couple of weeks sounded kind of fun. We always had a good time together.
"Really? That sounds awesome! Do I need to get a ticket...?" I was already thinking of the logistics.
"No. I actually bought one for you and it's at the American counter at the airport. It's for the day before we fly, so you can get there and make sure the place is up to snuff."
"So... I'm flyin'... Wednesday?"
"Yeah. Wednesday morning. Is that enough time to pack?"
"Uhhhh, well sure. How much stuff do I need, to lay around in the sun for a couple weeks?"
