We'd been at the beach for only an hour when it started raining, a storm surely following. The thunder had told us of its arrival but I'd hoped we were wrong. "Oh God don't let that be coming our way." Mom groaned beside me. "So much for a relaxing day at the beach."
It's not like we'd had much else go right on this so called "vacation". We'd gotten to Myrtle beach two days ago and right from the start things went wrong. Our bags had been lost when we got to the airport. Our hotel couldn't find our reservation and we'd had to call a cab who spent the entire time eyeing mom. We found another hotel cheaply enough but, it wasn't what we'd been hoping for. Mom had went all out, even had a hot tub and I'd really been looking forward to it. The new hotel was the one silver lining.
Yesterday we couldn't do anything because mom had left her debit card in her bag and while I had mine, my last check didn't go thru till this morning so we hadn't eaten more than a small pizza in over a day, not that mom would eat much. The women is insane when it comes to keeping her figure, not that I can blame her. I hope I look half as good as her when I turn her age.
Last night finally started to look bright when a girl staying on the same floor seemed interested and I got so close to getting laid when mom walked up and went full Mom Mode. SO uncomfortable and incredibly awkward as your mother starts being all bubbly and welcoming to a girl you just really needed to fuck. I couldn't even remember her name, admittedly I was in a hunter mindset. I loved my mother dearly but dating was so hard, even just getting some.
This morning my check went thru so I treated to breakfast and I ate my heart out. My hair kept stinging my face, my hair ties had been in my bag, another reason to be upset. It had been a good plan. Mom and I would catch up and spend some time together, a vacation for the two of us. It had been years since she had dated and I only ever slept around. She was too good for most men and although I didn't exactly use women, I mainly cared for sex and just hadn't found the right girl that I' could be with just to be with. I was young and I guess I just wanted to be free.
As I said, I loved my mother and although she was a ditz, she'd always been good to me. Even as I ate, my mood sour, she'd slipped her hand on my shoulder and pulled me tight. Moms hugs had never failed to cheer me up. "How about the beach baby, after we eat? I bought a new bikini I've been dying to wear, we'll get you some trunks and spend a few hours, then maybe go grab a bite to eat?"
"Sure mom, sounds good." I'd always loved the beach and it was why I had suggested one, I ached for water. I'd been obsessed with swimming since I was a kid. We ate, ran to buy some trunks and got back to our room. The beach was rather far so we ordered another taxi which, after two hours, never came. Further pissed, we decided to walk, finding out the beach was almost two hours away. Neither of us spoke on the way, both sour. When we finally got their it was as if we'd found the promised land. I fell , screaming "Hallelujah!" while mom fell in a fit of laughter behind me. I'd dropped a towel and set up an umbrella for mom. She wanted to lie in the sun a bit, even though the skies had been getting cloudy.
I'd run off to find someplace to change. I never wore shorts around mom or anyone unless I was hoping for sex. I was hung like a horse, as more than a few girls had told me, and I didn't like showing it off around mom. I'd learned that unless I was hoping to fuck someone, it was better to keep it hid unless I wanted to start something. Granted she had some idea but it's not as if we talked about it. It didn't always matter. I mean, my mother was currently lying down in a bathing suit porn stars would find too revealing. I mean, who wears a bikini bottom that's nothing more than string in your ass around your son? Granted she did have this shawl ..."thingy" wrapped around her. I ignored it, she was hot and occasionally liked to show it off. I doubt she'd planned to have me around when she was wearing it.
"I'd just stepped my foot on the beach when I heard a loud rip and my shorts had torn down the front, not too much but you could definitely not see the Full Monty but about half of him. Ok, a few inches anyway. I'd gotten long ones which mom hated but they covered everything, or they DID anyway. She thought I should show off my muscular legs but it wasn't my legs that worried me to show."God Damnit!" I cursed under my breath.
"What's wrong baby?" Mom had called, her sentence finished by lightning flashing across the sky, followed by rain starting to sprinkle.
"The Gods must hate me." I said, realizing I would have to walk in my slowly tearing shorts with my mother for two hours in the rain. I grabbed moms basket, bending down to hear another loud rip. "Stupid cheap shorts!" I screamed. Mom laughed, her tanned chest heaving as she covered her mouth. I tossed her the large sunglasses and large hat she'd been wearing and I'd already feared I'd end up carrying.
"Come on baby." She said sadly, leading the way as I once again ended up the pack mule, trying to carry with one arm and trying to keep from releasing the Kraken with the other. After only five minutes mom tripped. Beautiful but clumsy. "Mom!" I lifted her with one arm while she tried to wave me off. "I'm all right!" She asserted, wincing as she put her foot down. "Ok no I'm not!" She whined as she jumped on one foot. I grabbed her to keep her from falling and of course she took me down with her.
A battered old truck came by, an older Hispanic couple in the front. The guy behind the wheel tried to speak but I couldn't understand him and he didn't speak much English. I pointed towards moms ankle and he nodded. He concentrated for a moment before speaking. "r-ride?" He asked, tossing a thumb towards the back, rolling his shoulders apologetically. I understood, "it's not much but it's something."
Not much is right. It was one of those old trucks with wooden almost fencing in the back, which was filthy. Bags filled the back of the bed near the cab, so high you couldn't see inside, and so much around the sides a small nook was all that's left.. I helped mom in and turned to the driver, trying to communicate the name of the hotel. It took a moment but he nodded. I thanked him and handed him a few bucks that I had but he waved me away.
I crawled in, trying to figure out where to sit. Mom winced and shrugged. "Think you can hold your mom on your lap baby?"
