My dad had finally passed away after a lengthy illness.
He was diagnosed shortly before I graduated from high school, and I'd stayed home through four years of college to get my bachelor's degree. I was offered a chance to pursue my master's at the same college, both of them insisted I take it.
I was happy to do this as I could help mum who was now caring for dad full-time.
At the end of my first term of my masters, dad went down so rapidly, it was so scary for mum and I. I just had my twenty-second birthday. Dad wasn't much past sixty-six, but had retired a few years earlier. He had realised a sizeable fortune with the sellout of the thriving company he had founded. Mum was forty-six. The last four years had taken a lot out of her.
After the funeral, mum was focusing on caring about me. Telling me we were financially secure. She would convert the room dad had been using as a bedroom into a study for me, which would save me from being stuck in my bedroom all the time.
I suggested we should go for a holiday as mum hadn't had a holiday for four years. There's a wonderful Spa Hotel an hour's drive from us. Without thinking, mum was on the phone to them. Our last family holiday had been there. Mum looked so happy when she came off the phone. She said, "I've got the same suite as we had the last time we were there and I've got it for nine nights. We arrive on Friday afternoon and leave for a week on Sunday after breakfast. Jack, thanks for suggesting this. I should have thought of it."
"Mum, for the last four years, dad was the only thing on your mind. I tried to help you all I could. We both have had a tough four years. We'll both benefit from this holiday."
"You're right Jack, the doctor suggested putting dad into hospital so we both could have a break. He's been suggesting this for the last three years. I have nothing to wear Jack, I've put on a bit of weight. I'll have to start my yoga and keep fit classes again. My old swimsuit is too small for me and I will need a new one. We can swim every day. I'm looking forward to this already."
Mum was a tall, voluptuous woman. Her curves were more pronounced now that she had put on weight. Mum and dad were church going Christians. I'd never heard either of them swear in my life. When I started college, I stopped going to church. When dad became bedridden, mum stopped too. I believe that she only went because of dad.
Five years ago, dad had bought a Mercedes Convertible, not the two-seat sports model but the five seats. It was a gorgeous car. It only had t thousand miles on the clock. Though dad had insisted that they serviced it every year. Mum had suggested that we use that car for our holidays. I thought that this was a great idea as I would be driving.
Mum and I had been shopping. She had bought me a blazer and flannels that I could wear for dinner. The Spa had collar and tie rule for dinner, which added to the experience of staying there. Mum was about to pack. Mum had nine different outfits for dinner. God knows how much she had spent on clothes. I was sure that it was a serious amount of money.
In the car, I was thinking about sharing the room with mum. In the evening, I liked nothing better than to watch porn and give myself a good wank. I said, "Mum, the suite is costing a fortune and we're sharing the one room. Would you not prefer that we each have our own separate rooms?"
"Jack, the number of the room is 225. There's a lot of memories there for me and you were part of those memories. Remember the time when you got sunburned on the balcony and I had to apply gallons of after sun lotion on your burned body? I don't have a problem sharing the room with you. All I ask for is for some privacy when I'm changing. I'll ask if they have a room available for you, but I'd prefer if we shared 225 together?"
I realised I would have to plan my wanks over the next ten days and said, "I'll do whatever you want. This is your holiday and you deserve it."
Mum looked so happy when I said this. I was loving driving the car. The sun was shining; I suggested, taking the hood down. Mum said, "Your father's big regret was that he'd never driven this car with the hood down. Let's do it. I've brought a hat that I can wear so the wind doesn't ruin my hair."
It was so pleasant driving with the down for the last half hour of our drive. As we turned into the Spa carpark mum said, "Shit Jack, "I've an old swimsuit and bikini with me. I didn't check to see if they still fitted. Once we're in our room, I'll try them on and you can make a judgement. I'm sure that the bikini will be good for sunbathing on the balcony."
We checked in, there was a bottle of Champagne in a wine cooler with two glasses with a card welcoming us back. Mum was happy about this and said, "Open it for us now, Jack, while I unpack. Neither of us will drive today, so let's get relaxed for our holiday."
Mum soon had all our clothes unpacked, I had a wardrobe, and she had one. There were two king-sized beds in the room. Mum asked, "What bed do you want, Jack?"
"You pick the one that you want, mum and I'll take the other."
Mum went into the bathroom with the swimsuit and bikini she had left on the bed. A couple of minutes later, she came out wearing the bikini. She looked stunning. Her massive tits were jiggling as she walked. Mum's body was incredible. She had a flat stomach and a beautiful butt. It looked so firm. Her bikini bottom was tight, her Camel's Toe was so inviting.
"Mum, for your age, you look incredible. Your bikini is good for sunbathing on the balcony. I think a more conservative one would be better for the pool. Try on the swimsuit and I'll tell you what I think of that?"
As mum walked to the bathroom, I could feel my cock stiffen. The way her butt moved was so sexy. I couldn't believe that I was thinking of mum like this, but I was getting worried if she saw the massive bulge in my trousers. Mum then came out in the swimsuit. She knew herself that the swimsuit was showing too much of her body; it was overtly suggestively for a family pool.
