Thanks to MissJenny54 for editing/proofreading.
This is a fictional story, and all characters are over the age of legal consent.
Part 1 - Her Manly Son
My parents divorced when I was ten. My father moved abroad; I stayed with my mother. Since she was in a senior management position at an international fashion company, we were financially secure. The only problem was the job required extensive travel around the world for long periods, and still a child, I was always left with relatives while she was away. I eventually spent more time with them than at home, and it ultimately became that she continued to leave me with my extended family even between short business trips.
In high school, I was sent to a distant boarding school and lived in residence in my subsequent college years. Through those years, I only saw my mother on summer breaks when we vacationed in some incredible places. Unfortunately, because of her busy schedule, these occasions generally did not last more than five or six days.
In the summer after my third college year, I had planned on keeping myself busy by dating some female classmates. Without informing me in advance, my mother booked a vacation for both of us to a popular seaside resort where she rented a small luxury home directly on the beach for five nights. The first few days passed with the usual vacation activities of sunbathing and swimming, interrupted by a short yacht trip. There were sunset walks on the beach, dinner in one of the taverns and evenings sitting on the vacation home's terrace with a drink in hand.
My mother suddenly decided to take quite an interest in my everyday life, and we spent considerable time talking. Looking more closely at her, I could see she was still in good shape. At forty years old, she was at the prime of her femininity with her slender body, shapely breasts, and tight bottom. Men on the beach or the promenade turned around to stare at her, but she pretended not to notice them.
On the last day, we left our sunbeds and parasols on the beach early and went back to the house home to change before having a farewell dinner on the terrace of a local restaurant. We started with a Martini followed by salad, then lobster and other seafood delicacies accompanied by light French white wine.
After dinner, we walked along the busy pedestrian street of the resort village, and while strolling among the colorful crowd, we heard rhythmic music from the bars and cafes. My mother put her arm around mine and occasionally rested her head on my shoulder. I jokingly remarked to her that bystanders might think I was her lover.
"Would you like to be?" She asked, with a curious expression, while she seemed to hold my arm a little tighter. Confused by her question, I didn't answer.
When we got home, we sat on the terrace to enjoy the sunset over the gently rolling sea. My mother took a bottle of champagne from the bar cabinet, asked me to open it and poured it into the slim champagne glasses for both of us.
"Let's drink to my son, who is almost an adult, and what a manly adult he is!" She said solemnly, looking at me from head to toe with a strangely inquisitive look.
