Dinner that night was uneventful. The food was fantastic, the service was exemplary, but it was just a relaxing meal. We met a lot of people. A few made a very nice impression on me, very funny and attractive folks. I met some women from what I found out was the 'singles villa' who offered to take me sailing.
We had an after-dinner drink on a veranda, watching the sunset. It was postcard perfect.
I looked for Mari but didn't see here, and when mom said she was tired from the long day of travel, I said I was too, and we head back to our villa.
The path was lit, but not brightly. It was still very dark. Mom stumbled just a bit and I reached out and offered her my hand, and she took it. The hand I had recently cum in...
We met another couple heading down toward the beach, and they smiled as they went by, and then we heard laughter as they moved further down the path away from us. Heading for a frolic on the night-time beach, no doubt.
There was some residual awkwardness between us – from when mom had caught me naked when I was changing. Odd that there was no awkwardness about us masturbating ourselves, but she didn't know about that. She said goodnight, and I pulled the couch out into a bed and read for a while, then drifted comfortably to sleep.
In the morning, mom headed off toward the beach, wearing her robe over her suit, with a beach-bag full of trashy novels and sunscreen. We agreed to meet up at lunch time and compare notes.
I lounged on the couch/bed and then finally got up, and went to take a shower. This was the first I had seen the bathroom in our suite. I really don't like it when bathrooms are larger and nicer than my apartment. Black tile walls, mirrors everywhere. Slate floor, and the shower area – there were water massage jets on the wall – eight of them – and two hand-held shower massage heads. This wasn't a shower, it was a dream.
I got the water hot, soaped up, and resisted the urge to stroke my cock. God, I wanted to...I wanted to think about mom finger-fucking herself...think about cumming across her breasts... "Close your eyes and open your mouth," I said in my day-dream...
I checked the resort shuttle schedule and went into town and visited the tourist shops. In a flea market in a parking lot nearby I bought a gold chain bracelet. It would look better on my wrist when I got some more sun, I thought.
Mom wasn't alone when I returned. There was a younger couple – well, younger than mom, older than me – early thirties. He was tall, and well-built, heavy but not like a linebacker. She was a very attractive brunette, her hair was past her shoulders, and her bikini left nothing to the imagination. Tight thighs, very round breasts...I got the impression they were both very athletic.
"You must be Jack," he said, crossing the room and extending his hand. "I'm Jerry, and this is Tina."
Tina walked across the room, almost a sultry stride, and took my hand and said 'hello' in a husky voice. That's it, I thought, I'm getting hard. Right here in front of strangers.
"I met them down on the beach, Jack. They're going to join us for lunch. They've been telling me all about the resort – did you know you can order room service? They brought us swordfish steaks and pineapple and –" she was going a mile a minute.
Mom was wearing her black two-piece, so I didn't feel out of place in my suit. Tina sat on the couch and I sat on the chair next to it, as Jerry played bartender. He made frozen margaritas...I guess the makings were delivered with the swordfish. I'm gone two hours and my mom has figured all the angles on the resort.
"Come over here, don't sit way over there," said Tina. I felt a little uneasy but there was nothing wrong with her invitation. Why was I so self-conscious? Was it because everyone in the room was practically naked?
Tina talked about how much they loved the resort; they had been coming there for several years. Mom was rattling off the discoveries she'd found about the place – how had she had time to go to the beach with all these new things and places she'd learned about?
Jerry offered mom a drink and said, "Another one, Brenda?" I guess I had some catching up to do. He served the drinks and then sat on the arm of the sofa over Tina and put his arm around her. We all toasted with our margaritas, "to the islands!" I love the salty taste.
We ate lunch at the dining table by the glass wall, looking out over the ocean. From this vantage point we could see sailboats, and one of the big cruise liners in the distance.
"That's what I'm going to do," said mom, smiling. "Take one of those luxury cruises on one of those big ships."
"If you want to take a fun cruise, Brenda," said Tina, "try the Wind Free line."
"I don't think I've heard of them," mom said.
"They're a small ship line, answered Jerry. "Sailing ships, actually."
"They only take about 30 people," added Tina. "It's very casual."
"Like a barefoot cruise?" I asked.
"More like a bare cruise," said Tina, crinkling her nose in a smile. She sipped her drink. "Very casual and...hedonistic."
"You two would probably like it," Jerry added. "Especially if you like it here."
I was about to let them know that 'Brenda' was my mom when she got up and said, "Who wants dessert?" Did she not want them to know? Maybe she was feeling good that they had assumed she wasn't a 'mom,' but were accepting her as just another woman? I don't know. I didn't want to psycho-analyze on one margarita.
We ate our dessert (a very decadent chocolate fudge brownie topped with banana ice cream) and talked about home, jobs, and Tina and Jerry told us all about the resort, some of the 'go-to' staff for special favors, etc.
Out of the blue, mom said, "Tell me more about this Wind Free cruise ship. What do you do all day?"
"Sleep, mostly," said Tina. Now she was practically beaming.
