As soon as I got to work Monday morning, I went in to my supervisor with a vacation request filled out.
"Another vacation, Ryan? You've certainly got the time built up, but what's going on? That's two vacations in a little over a month. You got a girlfriend back home?"
"Maybe, Richard," I chuckled. "Maybe."
He signed it and put it in the outbox for HR. "Enjoy it. You work so hard, we can't begrudge you some time off. Just please finish that Hellman project before you go, OK?"
"No problem. I've just got to add the finishing touches and it's done."
That was a bit of a lie. I had the framework done, but it needed a lot of work to be in the hopper. I put myself to it with a vengeance. I'd be in the office before everyone else, and stay until nine every night. There was no way this project was going to hold me back from seeing Mom again. The memory of that blowjob inspired me. Hell, that blowjob would inspire anyone.
Mom and I were in constant contact. I'd text her several times a day and we'd chat back and forth. By mutual agreement we kept the texts non-sexual. While neither of us ever had any aspirations of entering politics or public life, we instinctively knew there should never be a record of any sort of our true relationship.
About a week out from my scheduled vacation I had the project in the can. I received an excited text from Mom.
"There's a yoga workshop I can go to next week. Would you like to go with me?"
I was floored. This could be our chance. "Absolutely! You know how interested I am in your yoga."
"OK." She told me the location, about midway between my work and home. "I'll send you the details. Maybe you can meet me there?"
"What day?"
"I get there on Monday. How does that match your vacation time?"
"Perfect. I can go there and then drive us home. Can you take the train?"
"That will work well. It will give us more time together."
"I'll say. I look forward to it."
On the appointed day I drove to the city and found the hotel Mom's workshop was going to be in. The front desk allowed me to check in, and I spent the afternoon anxiously awaiting Mom's arrival. I offered to meet her at the train station but she insisted on taking a taxi, so I sent her the room information. At about two in the afternoon, there was a knock on the door and I jumped to answer it.
It was Mom. I opened the door and immediately took her in my arms.
"Oh, Honey, I've missed you so much," she said, hugging me tightly.
I kissed her with all the passion I could muster. "Me, too, Mom. I thought about you every minute." I slid my hand down to her butt and pulled her against me.
She told me that the yoga workshop was a basic course, and she was already well advanced beyond that. "Since your father never watches me do yoga, he has no idea, so he was good with it. That will let him eat potato chips and play golf every day. I don't know what we'll do to occupy our time if I don't go to the workshop, though." She said the last in a flirting voice and I kissed her again.
"I'm sure we'll come up with something."
She looked over at the bed. "We won't go out to eat until about seven. Do you mind if I take a quick shower?"
"I already used it. Be my guest."
She unpacked her bag, then took her essentials and went in the bathroom. I was a little disappointed that she closed the door behind her. I soon heard the shower running, so I turned the TV on to watch the news. I didn't know if I should get undressed and be waiting in bed when she came out, so I opted for the conservative approach and just sat on the bed waiting.
After an interminable time, by my desires, the door opened. She was dressed in her yoga pants and a tank top, and I didn't know what that portended. Suddenly shy, she walked over to me and came in between my legs, as I was still sitting on the bed. I put my arms around her, holding her butt, and pulled her to me. I bent forward and kissed her pussy through the pants.
"I think I have a debit in my account with you, don't I?" I asked.
"Hmmm," she purred. "What did you have in mind?"
I rubbed my face against her pussy. "I think I can come up with something."
She sat on my left leg, reached down to the waist of her tank top, and in one motion took it off over her head. Those beautiful breasts were right at my face level and I wasted no time in taking her left breast into my mouth.
"Oh, God," she said. "I don't think I'll ever get enough of that. You feel so right when you're nursing me again."
That spurred me on and I shifted from breast to breast. I held her breasts while I nursed, and she pulled my face into her.
I bent down, picked her up off my leg and turned around to lay her on the bed. "Oh, my," she said. "My boy's a strong one, isn't he?"
I quickly stripped off my clothes while she watched me. "There's something else I see that I may not be able to get enough of," she whispered.
I shucked her yoga pants and panties down her legs and there she was, naked before me. I cannot tell you how many times I had tried to catch her naked when I was living at home, and here she was, willingly showing her body to me.
"I wish I weren't so fat," she said, and I laughed.
"Mom, you're not fat. You're lush. You're beautiful," and I bent down to kiss her stomach, running my fingers across it. I looked up at her and slowly moved my face down to her pussy. Her pubic hair was not trimmed, but was not as bushy as I hoped it would be. I wasn't about to complain, though. I spent some time just looking at that pussy. It was fine. Her lips were not big, but when I teased them with my fingers they fell open for me.
