On Wednesday I got up at 9:30 to the smell of coffee permeating the house. When I say mom drinks coffee I mean the gourmet kind and she uses DOUBLE the amount and drinks about two POTS every day! When I came down and looked out the sliders to the deck I almost fainted at the sight of my mom getting some sun with the just the tiniest size xxs string bikini that we picked out the other day. Mom is barely 4'9" and super-sexy and skinny. She also, as you know, dresses not only well beyond her age group no matter what the setting but also, like a total whore. Our house takes the morning sun in the back and we have a small private deck.
I poured mom a massive cup of black coffee in her 20 ounce mug and walked out and handed it to her. She was already on her second pot! She had the red string bikini on, xxs size super petite and I could see that she had to shave everything to pull it off. She said, "Hi honey,down to 81 pounds! That's my lowest in twenty years," in her sweetest to die for voice and I sat down next to her in another sun chair. I admired her nearly naked face-down body and had to admit that the tiny look suited her just right! "Honey, I'm really going to try it this time, I'm getting down to 78 lbs! You've been helping me so much."
I can't possibly mention all of the sinister thoughts I was having just then but one of them was telling me to pull her thong out of her ass and start furiously licking away! She popped up and spun around and asked me how she looked. With the thong part of the suit not even visible I was nearly choking when I said, "Great!" That's all I could get out. Mom seemed pleased by my stammering and walked her sexy ass in with her coffee, topped it off and went upstairs. "What a fool I am," I thought. Another chance to get closer to mom and I blow it.
Mom came down dressed in a hot black skirt with stockings and her patented open-hoe shoes, (as she liked to sometimes joke) and said we both needed a vacation and she was going to the travel agent to send us to Aruba for the month! "What about dad," I said. She looked at me with a mixture of contempt and annoyance and said, "Dad has to stay home and work, he'll be fine. You, young man, are technically my employee and are thus needed in Aruba." She said goodbye and asked if I would go shopping with her later and I said yes.
When I came how from playing basketball with some friends it was 6 and dad had just gotten home and was watching TV in the living room. Mom was filling him in on the travel arrangements and Dad was just nodding his head in agreement. Mom said, "Why don't you take your father to the baseball game tonight?" I said sure, not really wanting to go but knowing it would be the right thing to do and would make her proud of me. The game was a double a ball team and it was actually a pretty decent game. I told dad about permanently working for mom now and he applauded my decision.
When I got home mom was already asleep and dad turned in as well. I went up to my room and there was a note on the bed.
