I’m a 47 year old mother of two. My son, who still lives with me, is 21 years old and he’s always been a bit of a mama’s boy. I’m to blame because I’m very protective of him as well. We share a very close relationship, but nothing out of the ordinary.
My daughter, on the other hand, is 26 and already married. She and her husband live off state so we don’t see each other all that often, which in the end results in our relationship not being nearly as “tight” as my son’s and I. That being said, we have a great mother-daughter relationship and I do get along really well with my son-in-law as well.
This year, we decided to meet for a small summer vacation.
The four of us enjoy the outdoors a lot, so we booked this gorgeous villa in the mountains with a massive backyard and pool.
Since my daughter and her husband live quite far away from us, we decided it was for the best if we all met at the property. I would be driving in with my son, while my daughter and her husband would’ve a bigger journey ahead of them, having to take a couple of flights.
Yesterday, my son and I were already three hours into our five hour trip when I get a text from my daughter saying that their second and last flight got cancelled/delayed and that they were trying to figure it out.
‘No problem’, I thought to myself. These things happen all the time, they will make it sooner or later. But just after another hour she texts me saying they won’t make it to the property until Friday night.
We were all pretty bummed, but there was nothing we could do. Before getting to the villa, we stopped to grab some groceries, eventually arriving at the place after lunchtime.
Pictures do not make this place justice. It’s so beautiful, so big, it’s the perfect place for a family vacation.
The thing that stood out the most for me was how remote and private it was. I know it’s the mountains, but still, it was so silent and the nearest villa was a good 5 minute walk away.
You know, my son and I live in an apartment complex, in a pretty darn big city, so it was a bit of a shock how alone we felt in the world. But in a good way obviously.
After unpacking and getting ourselves settled in, we went to the pool. We were both itching to get ourselves in the water and tan.
We jump in, we talk, we have a good time and eventually jump out and lay our towels next to each other to tan for a bit.
As I’m laying there, on my tummy, with my backside to the sun, I reach into the back of my bikini top, undoing it. I was just trying to avoid tan lines. I felt comfortable enough doing it because I was not showing anything. My breasts were firmly pressed against my towel, so at best, there was some side boob action going on.
After a couple of minutes, my son asks “Trying to avoid tan lines?”, accompanied by a small laugh. “Yes! I hate tan lines”, I answered.
“If you want to tan the front I can go and give you some privacy”, he said. That was sweet of him but I couldn’t accept it. “Oh no, c’mon, we spend so much time inside the apartment as it is, I’m not going to stop you from enjoying this beautiful weather”, I commented.
We kept on tanning and enjoying ourselves as it was.
The truth is, that little exchange, really made me want to tan the front with the bikini top. Slowly but steadily, that thought grew inside my head. ‘Damn it, it’s just me and him, it’s not a big deal’, I kept convincing myself.
“Do you, like, mind if I tan the front? Would that bother you?”, I asked breaking the silence after a good ten minutes. He looked surprised. “You mean, with me here?”, he asked. “Well, yes. It’s just you and me, I don’t think it’s a big deal, unless that makes you uncomfortable. If it does, please say so”, I justified myself.
“No, absolutely not. Feel free to”, he answered.
I almost chickened out because I noticed he was a bit nervous while answering me. I thought he was just trying to be nice.
“Please, I’m fine if you are”, he said again.
I smiled at him and rolled over, still holding my bikini top against my breasts. As I laid down again, I removed it for good. It was quite awkward, I’m not going to lie. We exchanged some looks of concern for each other and some awkward smiles, but eventually everything settled down. We managed to hold a normal conversation even.
