Vacation in LockDown

This is a story of Calvin, Catherine and Barry.

Barry

I live with my parents in Forest Hill, New Jersey. I am the only child of my parents, Barry and Catherine, married for twenty-three years.

Dad is forty-six, five foot nine inches, smart, handsome-looking man; though not very athletic he is energetic – especially around his work & has been working for over twenty-four years and has grown his father’s small water treatment business to a respectable company with thirty employees and three offices along the east coast. His Company’s head office is in New Jersey near the Turnpike and one branch in Washington DC and one in Boston, Mass.

My mother runs a small recruitment consulting firm with four staff and one secretary-cum-receptionist. By all means, she is a self-made woman who started her business initially to kill time but then realized the drive it gave her. She has been at it for three and a half years now and loves it. At forty-three, five foot seven inches Mom is an amazingly beautiful with sharp features, dark brown-and-black hair straight until few inches below her shoulders, some bangs on her forehead, and a very hot figure.

She could easily pass for a Jennifer Garner lookalike. Mom’s large C-cup breasts gave away only a mild sag. Her flexible physique & toned body was thanks to her regular yoga five-days a week. Her ass is her best feature, and with a slim waist, it presented itself superbly. The best part about her I loved is she always dressed well. I could not imagine her stepping out without a proper dress for every occasion, I seldom saw her in Jeans and T-Shirt.

I took up a job in Financial Software multi-national. My profile revolved around providing support to financial corporations in America with their tech. The main reason that I wanted this job instead of joining Dad in business was that I wanted to be independent first and prove to my parents, whom I had always looked up to, of my smarts. I have not achieved much yet, but the fact that I got myself a well-paying job was in itself a major score in their books.

The other reason I chose this particular job was so I could stay near Natalie, my girlfriend of three years who works at a bank in Allwood, NJ. Plus, this would let me be near home and parents, especially my mom. To tell you about myself, I am five foot ten inches, athletic built, toned muscles; considered handsome, and dark hair cut short.

Recently, Dad came across information that his competitor company was organizing a conference-cum-seminar with all their distributors in Las Vegas. On a preliminary check, he came to know that the upcoming conference was a two-day affair, and apparently, some of the common distributors were also attending the event. Seemed more of a gratuitous event, than a seminar.

He had also been given a tip-off that a possible new product was in the offing by this competitor company. Some quick queries on the Internet and in the industry told him the new product launch was indeed a possibility. This kept his interest piqued. Mild envy, one might say.

Over the next couple of days, he thought of a plan and shared it with Mom. He confided in her about the idea and that it would mean a lot to him if she helped. The family vacation plan was hatched about a week before the competitor company’s event, which fell on a Friday-Saturday. At the cost of not being conspicuous, lest a common dealer finds him in the vicinity, a family vacation plan – long overdue – was made to start a couple of days ahead of the event, and it would go on until a day later. So Wednesday to Sunday.

In the backdrop of what has been happening around the world due to the Coronavirus, things have been looking down everywhere. In its third week, cases have been mounting on the East Coast and West Coast. Asia and Europe seem more affected than America. The realization that this could be big had not hit everyone as yet. The news channels, as usual, were blaring about end-of-days.

Everyone thinks it is a problem that would affect someone else, I just need to be a little bit more cautious. The well-off in America could afford to handle this differently than most others. Social distancing could be practiced, provisions could be stocked up, but the ones taking the tube or public transport to the office were bound to be more at risk of catching this infectious disease.

Mom thought, with what has been going on and on the virus front, it was considered best to take the family out of harm’s way, even if momentarily. The plan to allow work-from-home in Dad’s company had been sanctioned from the subsequent Monday. At least half of the employees would start work-from-home immediately, others would continue until further instructions. In sum, those who can work-from-home, should.

Work-from-home instructions were already in action by the time Dad told Mom about the plan. In effect, Dad was going to be in-bound anyway. As a conscientious employer, Mom too had ensured that her four employees also worked from home from the forthcoming week onwards. Both decisions were taken consciously without much discussion between them. When Mom readily agreed to Dad vacation plan, the only thing left to do was – convince me to join them for the vacation.

Mom would happily take the vacation just with Dad, but she worried without them around chances were high that I would end up more out of the home than inbound, as was being advised; or worse still, I would end up throwing parties and increasing the risk even more.

I was out Saturday hanging out with friends and came in late. The subject was broached on Sunday over breakfast. After some coaxing, a deal was struck. Natalie would be invited to join us. I could not believe my luck. Earlier in the week, I had been informed by my company that offices would be shut from the forthcoming week onwards and travel had been curtailed to a bare minimum, unless very necessary. I had not yet decided how to manage work-from-home as yet, but given that I was in tech-support I knew I would coast easily with plenty of time to kill.

Vegas sounded enticing; I had not been to Vegas ever, and taking Natalie along would be the best-ever gift I could get. I broke the news to her within the next hour. Both of us were on top of the world, apart from one small glitch that she would only be able to join us Friday instead of traveling with us on Wednesday. Working in a bank, her work was considered essential service, and hence she had to continue until a further advisory is given otherwise. She could take Friday off from work and join us by Friday afternoon and come back with us on Sunday. Even with this, I could not believe my luck and was excited for the rest of the afternoon.

Flight tickets were booked on Sunday itself, and given the few air travelers, first-class seemed a prudent choice given that it’d allow reasonable distancing between seats when flying with others onboard. Dad did not seem at all bothered buying Natalie’s ticket considering the low price of first-class tickets and the fact that he was able to get his recce adventure.

I met up with Natalie later in the evening at her apartment. Natalie like me is twenty-two and is five foot seven inches beautiful girl with brown-black below the shoulder-length hair, well stacked C cups on her chest and a decently large butt which strained when she dressed formally because of her work. On every possible opportunity, she would shed the formal clothes and filled herself into casuals like jeans and top or a yoga stretch pants with a top. Her gym routine involved all kinds of calisthenics and some weights. She is well toned everywhere. She looked a lot like Mom and could pass for a younger version of Mom easily if one would put them in a room.

Mom and Dad have not met her yet.

When I knocked on her door, she was wearing a T-shirt and panties. She knew I was coming over and had ordered pasta from a cafe nearby. She had it set up before I reached. When she opened the door for me, I had a wide smile plastered on me. I could not hide my excitement.

She moved toward me and kissed me at the door itself. Once inside, we continued our kissing until there was no air left in either pair of our lungs.

We had dinner that Natalie had ordered. Our dinner talk was all about Las Vegas and our first long vacation out of town. It was a downer that it had to be with my parents but with an all-expenses-paid trip who would complain. In our last couple of years, we had not traveled together for a holiday, even though we did do quite a few one-day excursions and we also had done an overnight trip to DC once, when she was going there for an interview.

The discussion about the Vegas holiday got us both excited. We could not wait.

After dinner, we moved to her bed. I kissed Natalie on the lips. She responded with equal force. Our kisses turned into tonguing, and she sucked mine with passion. I kept my tongue in her mouth; she kept holding it in hers, sucking.

My hands pushed her T-Shirt upwards. She raised her hands to let it come off. Our mouths parted. As soon as her T-shirt went up into her hands her breasts came into view. Two marvelous pieces of half globes which stood firm on her chest and defied gravity. They just had the most stunning shape on them. Their roundness all around amazed me and almost captivating. Pink areolae around her nipples around two-inch wide. Her nipples stood firm on attention in half-inch nubs of rubber.

I dived on her nipple before her hands could come down from pulling the T-Shirt off. I started sucking as if her breast will provide me with air much needed for my survival. I sucked hard. Then I licked her nipple. I licked on the areola and then, on her nipple tip. She grew wild and started moaning. Belatedly I moved to her other breast.

She became restless.

I took a long time on one and had her whimpering, and when I moved to her other breast, I knew by the time I would finish on this, she would be gone too far. She tried to pull me off her breasts, but I was stuck. I worked on her sensitive nipples as if there was nothing else to do that night, taking all the time in the world. When I knew I had her at a point of no return, not that she wanted to return, my hand found its way down.

I deftly entered her panties from the top band and went down on her with all four fingers on top of her pussy. The fingers went past the pussylips and covered the pussy in my palm. It was leaking, and my palm started cupping the liquid.

I immediately started squeezing as if it was a wet tennis ball in my hand. Each squeeze sent her into throes of passion, and each release brought her back. The liquid started sploshing in my hand. From the tenth squeeze onwards, my hand on her pussy started making squishy sounds. In wild heat, her hands pushed on both my attacks- one on her nipples and another on her pussy. She covered my hand with her own pushing it inwards into her pussy and held my head with her other hand, trying to hold me still and failing.

Her first climax was a small immediate release. With that out of the way, we were ready to go to the next level. When she exclaimed her first climax, I dived into her pussy with two fingers. The tightness on her ever so amazing. The climax she was having got prolonged, and her pleasure went up a notch. I added another, and she grew wild, and her climax got stretched further. I could not push the fourth finger in, scared I had hurt her. I went for push and pull in her pussy – my fingers went in and out. She started cumming all over again.

When I climbed between her legs, and she still could not feel my weight on her, it dawned on her that I was not going to fuck her, at least not yet. I was going to go down on her pussy. I was going to lick her.

No matter how much pleasure it would have brought her, she was not going to let me eat her anymore, at least not tonight. She held my head by the hair and pulled on it with great force dragging me upwards. Unless I wanted to lose a few of my hair, I had no option but to comply with her demand. I went licking and kissing her body on my way up.

When we had a full-body contact, from head to toe, I looked down on her face, and it looked like she was going to kill me if I do not get on with it. I pulled my hips upwards and tried to go in. Failed. I rose further from my chest, held her thighs with my hands, and gave it a tug outward. Looking down, I aimed at her bald pussy and set the target and started pushing in. It took an effort to get the head in. Her hand automatically came down to hold my dick in place.

Once the head was in, the rest of the ride in was effortless, what with loads of lubrication between us. The tightness of her pussy always amazed me. How does it accommodate my dick when it looks difficult for even a pencil to find its way in? My pleasure mounted with every diving inch. Once inside her three fourth of my length, I held back to give her pussy time to acclimatize. She did not want any. She brought her hands behind my ass and pulled me in. Bang, I hit bottom, and we both exclaimed.

“Aaaaaaagghhhh,” she exulted.

I grunted an “aaaahhh.”

She moaned louder than me. My thrusts in and out of her were slow, and by the time she reached a rhythm, she was panting and could not breathe any longer. Every time we had sex, she felt an exhilarating experience that she swore she had not seen or felt normally. She loved me even more. Our bond tightened further.

She started moaning louder, and the pitch increased. I raised the tempo. My grunts became regular.

After what seemed like a long while she started cumming, she gushed, and her orgasm hit her strong. She shuddered and convulsed all at the same time.

I looked down on her and saw her shaking. To get myself to cum along with her, I started pushing again with vigor. It increased her pleasure. My eyelids shut automatically to concentrate, and while my body was moving the first thought that came to my mind was that of my mom.

Losing control, I shot my load in her, and my squirts inside her made her spasm further. My blast intensity grew, and I shucked my eyes open to ensure that it was indeed my mom under me. No, it was not. It was her younger twin. I pumped merrily.

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Deep below the surface, Mom had been craving for a break anyway. With one thing leading to another Dad’s business seemed to have taken off well, he had been passionate about the business, and achieving success gave him a high; her own business was doing just as well and kept her busy. Most importantly, she felt a thrill of her own, having achieved what she had. She doted on me like crazy, but she felt off late – slowly over the last couple of years – life had taken us into different directions.

Even while I chose to stay at home for college, and now even with my job, there was still some gap in her opinion, which was widening and most of it could be attributed to ambitions of the family – Dads and her own. That had rub-off on me as well. I had exuded this ambition when I chose to pick a job instead of taking up an easier assignment with Dad. The fact that we all had not gone on a vacation as a family in 4 years, last being one just before I started college to Europe, clearly was the top argument each of us gave to the other when agreeing for the Vegas trip. During this vacation, she resolved to mend the bridges burnt with me over the last couple of years and to lessen the gap between us.

She was very glad I had outgrown my infatuation of her; she attributed my not going to an out-of-state college because of her. That worried her at the time. But over the last couple of years, ever since Natalie came into my life, Mom assumed my crush over her had waned, and I had moved on, thankfully. It indeed looked as such. But the distance building between us had been bothering her recently and one could speculate it was because of the craving for the undivided attention that she was getting as a subject of my crush. That seemed to have reduced manifold ever since I had gone steady with Natalie.

Monday

Mom spent some time in her office even while everyone had taken the option to work-from-home. She wrapped up some paperwork, invoicing, and left-back for home soon after. Supper was early because Dad was also home. I was missing, because of work, but both Mom and Dad thought I was at Natalie’s.

Tuesday

All of us sat at the breakfast table together, which was rare with everyone’s schedule usually determined by work routine. We enjoyed each other’s company, and merrily talked about things we intended to do when in Las Vegas.

I told Mom and Dad that I have been working all night because of a client support issue, and it might take another full day of work so I might remain locked in my room for the rest of the day.

Mom announced she needed to do some shopping before our travel the next day.

Dad chose to stick around and work from home.

Mom went shopping for some bikini and swimwear. Given her change in body shape over the last couple of years, she felt the need to buy fresh stuff to remain up-to-date. Mom felt great about her body and wanted to ensure that she looked good as well. Unwittingly she ended up buying a couple of tiny, raunchy ones and a modest one. She was pumped by the time she reached home.

At night Dad got a bonus. She lay nude on the bed waiting for him to come out of the bathroom at night. Seeing her spread naked he smiled wide and started going towards her with an intent to kiss and start.

She lightly kicked at him and said, “No clothes in bed.”

Dad complied and started taking his night-suit off immediately. In less than a minute he was as naked as her, and on top of her, kissing her. Her lips sucked on his, and their kisses went from one to the other and then another, and finally, he dipped his tongue in her mouth, and she sucked his tongue hungrily. She had opened her legs for him, and even while his face was still stuck on hers he got between her legs and started humping her slowly in her groin.

His dick was poking her, and he lowered himself on her left breast. For some reason, it was always her left breast. He lowered his lips on the nipple and sucked hard. She was too worked up and started moaning slowly. She got louder as he went from sucking her breast to narrowing down on her nipple and then started sucking her nipple.

She held him from the arms and pulled on him. He went back up and came face to face with Mom and started kissing her again. By then, they were both in a frenzy. His dick went for the entrance, and she brought her hand lower and helped him aim in. She left him with an inch inside, and he started pushing. With a slow pace, he started the fuck, and he built the momentum over the next few minutes by which time she was also going wild in heat.

When Dad erupted into her pussy she was still waiting for her climax. Mom was on the edge, but she was not there yet. She pushed him hard with her hips and started bucking hard even as he was still cumming in her. Her climax hit her as he slowed his pumps into her. She so wished he had pumped her just a while longer to give her a long one, but they were both panting after cumming. He fell on her slowly without laying his weight on her body and kissed her neck a couple of times before rolling off next to her. They both smiled at each other. He slept first, and she rolled about a few times before going into sleep, both of them naked.

I had been working all day on a client support call with my team remotely and the work had stretched into the night. I missed my evening date with Natalie and was doing all I could to support a client trying to figure out their DRS support.

But since we were to fly off the next day, I felt I must visit Natalie before going away.

I reached Natalie’s apartment at around 12 in the night. She was half asleep and had waited for me a long while. She was lazing around in her panties and a loose torn top that ended at the bottom of her breasts, leaving her midriff bare.

As soon as I went in, Natalie kissed me hard and told me that she could not wait to go on holiday with me. She seemed horny in anticipation that we had a date. I groped her breasts from below, raising my hands from under the loose bottom hem of her top.

Her top was so sexy on her that I was going crazy at this titillating display of her breasts from below. I stepped forward to kiss her and instead of stopping at her breasts I went down on her until her mound and dipped a finger in her panty band. I started pulling it down and stopped only after it was all the way down to her ankles and she stepped out from each of the legs of her panties. My eyes had not left the bald pussy even when she stepped out of the panties. She moved slightly forward to bring her pussy close to me but not close enough. I moved forward and gave her pussy lips a lick. She shivered.

She tried to lead me into the bedroom. I unbuckled my jeans and let them fall on the floor. I pushed my boxers down. By the time we reached the bed, I had shucked my T-shirt as well.

She had her T-shirt on which was riding high on her breasts when she laid back. With nothing else on, she looked like a vixen, her torn T-shirt started putting more on display than earlier, riding high on her breasts.

Once she was high on her bed, I started my walk on my knees and dropped in between her legs instead of going ahead on top of her as she might have anticipated. I started kissing her thighs and had her moaning by the time I reached her pussylips. Her pussylips were so small that I could take her entire pussylips in if I opened my mouth wide enough. I had done it once. But I kissed my way in.

Her pussy was the tightest I had seen on a girl, and getting a tongue in her is quite a work. I was ready for it, as always. I kissed and licked her pussy lips for a long time, and her pussy started leaking profusely. Next, I worked my fingers in her. First one, and then another. The pair of them worked in her pussy until she came hard on my fingers and my lips. Her clitoris was hidden tightly behind the lips, and I raised my tongue to go after her clitoris, and she started humping her pussy on my lips like a maniac. She was cumming one orgasm after another.

When I had done everything possible to her clitoris and her pussylips, I was ready to give her a good fuck. She pulled on my hair and dragged me up. I picked myself up and reached her lips leaving trails of her juice on her breasts and neck. We kissed merrily. I delivered the remaining of her juice in her mouth and then took back some and gave a little back to her again.

Lower below, our hips were grinding into each other, and I tried to go in without help and knew it was futile. I reached down to my cock; held it on her entrance, which was leaking and well lubricated by then. I started entering slowly and did not stop until I had gone a long way into her pussy. It took me little time to reach her bottom, and she took my entire cock in her exclaiming and moaning loud. It felt as if I completed her.

Our slow humping turned into a frenzied fuck within a matter of minutes, and we fucked like rabbits in heat. My pumps were small but consistent thuds into her, and she did not stop cumming until I delivered a sizable load into her. I kept going; I knew this would enhance her pleasure. After both of us had cum I still continued to push and pump trying to get some more from her. She slowly pushed me off from her smiling. She kissed me lovingly, and we knew we were very compatible with each other in every manner of speaking; things could not be better.

I hated leaving her but finally got up at 2 am, and returned home half past. I fell asleep like a log.

Wednesday morning

Mom went through her workout routine of an hour. Dad was ready by 8 am, efficient as ever, and packed for a business trip more than a holiday. For good measure, he added a business suit so he could slip into the conference unnoticed if he so chooses, he had not decided on it yet. Both Mom and Dad thought everyone was getting-up on their own accord and would be ready in the living room when they realize I had been sleeping in. I was still asleep at half-past eight.

Mom came to wake me up, saw me flat out, a morning hard-on was half peeking out of my boxers. She kept the pretense of walking into my room to wake me up even while sitting at my bedside, admiring me. She looked at me lovingly, and could not but not look at my morning wood. Getting me up was important, she was about to touch me on the hip to shake me awake when I turned slightly and involuntarily she brushed my dick. Like an electric current going through her, she panicked. Without thinking, she got up and walked out.

Outside my room, she calmed herself down and knocked loudly on my door and then walked in banging the door as if she was coming in afresh.

I got ready by 9 am in as rushed a manner as was possible, and we left for the airport within 45 minutes of my getting up, with barely an hour and a half to take off.

At the airport, there were very few passengers. The flight status board showed many canceled flights, none delayed. Ours was on-time. We had about 45 minutes before door-close.

Had it not been our First Class tickets, surely we would probably be off the plane that day. We rushed through the check-in process and virtually jogged to the gate. Mom was right up front, followed by me, and then Dad. Each rushing for our own reasons to catch the flight.

Once we cleared the boarding gate, each of us let out a sigh of relief.

In the aircraft, we were greeted by a couple of gorgeous flight attendants in the first-class cabin. We were directed to our seats in row one and two. Dad takes the row-one seat at the window, with no other passenger next to him and none across the aisle. Right behind him, Mom slipped into the window seat, and I took the aisle, after shoving the bags in the hold.

A brief glance and I noticed no one was sitting across the aisle from us. Behind us, in row-three one elderly lady was traveling alone, possibly flying back home, certainly did not seem to be the type interested in the charms of Vegas’ Casinos. I politely nodded at her, she nodded back. No one was across her aisle either. No one was behind the old lady but two passengers were traveling together on the other side of the aisle in row-four. A very well dressed young man and an equally well-dressed woman from whatever I could make out given that she was at the window, probably a couple.

In four rows, a mere six passengers trying hard to stay distant from others on the plane, mostly trying to keep the chances of catching the infection low.

As soon as I sat down on my seat, I realized how beat I was. I had slept little the two previous nights and had put in a full workday the previous day.

“Phew, that was something,” I said.

“Yes, dear,” responded Mom. She had gotten up early, had done her one hour of yoga and post her shower checked her emails, sent instructions to her team, she had cleared up the house for knick-knacks lying about, parked the cars into the garage and had met with Dad in the kitchen, pumped and ready to go, at 8.30AM when they had realized their missing son.

Within fifteen minutes, plane doors closed and safety video was projected on the seat-back screens. In another 15 minutes after take-off refreshments were served and soon enough breakfast was served. Over the next half an hour, I was bored with the inflight entertainment; however, Mom was glued to a movie she had picked, headphones on her ears.

Occasionally she smiled at the screen, enjoying the movie; it was a romantic film she had not seen earlier I guessed, and she was really digging this one. She had picked it out on impulse when I was busy with my screen. Then she got committed to it. She noticed I was fidgeting and seemed bored on my screen. She was not distracted enough though to stop her movie.

Bored, I leaned towards her screen without any intent to watch the movie, but just to peer over and see what she was watching. She assumed I was trying to lean on her shoulders and opened her right arm around my shoulder, nudging me slowly on to her right shoulder. I played along and put my head on her shoulder, enjoying the closeness. It worked for a bit, but the hand-rest between us was uncomfortable.

In less than five minutes, I pulled back for a bit, without saying a word, and Mom’s hand jerked a little because of this. She assumed the embrace was over. Before she could pull her arm away, I silently pulled up the hand-rest from between us, which tucked right in the middle of the two backrests and formed a contiguous shape with the seats, only now mildly sticking out – not enough to discourage me from leaning back on her shoulder.

Her arm held mid-way on retreat – Mom was impressed with my efforts and the fact that I was keen to rest on her shoulder. I slipped near her and leaned my head to rest on her shoulder properly with her right hand back where it was a few moments earlier, with a better reach. We both watched the movie; while Mom had headphones in her ears, I merely watched the silent video. At first, I was taken into the movie but quickly lost the plot. The tiredness kicked in, and finally, I dozed off still leaning on Mom, her arm still around me.

It took about half an hour for the movie to reach its climax, and by that time my head had started weighing heavier on her lean frame to support, was bending towards her chest. Scared I might nod, jerk and wake up, she adjusted her seat back slowly thinking it might ease the load off her shoulder without disturbing me and should hold my head in its place.

Her effort was a partial success. My head stopped slipping forward, but I was now on the front of her shoulder rather than on it. Fifteen minutes or so later she slowly started turning, and her 30-degree turn pinned her into the far corner with part of her back into the wall of the plane and half on her seat’s backrest; her lower back on her side of the hand-rest.

At this point, my face was firmly embedded into her upper chest merely inches above her right breast. She was wondering why did she do what she did and scolded herself for turning, unable to turn back now, no matter how much she tried. Had it not been her dress’s material providing some friction, my head would certainly have rolled down.

With me breathing steadily, there was no doubt I was lost to the world. Mom knew I had put in a couple of all-nighters and realized that I deserved a break as well. So that’s the position she found herself most comfortable in. Her sweet son resting on her and her attention dragged back at the movie. She had missed quite a bit of it though. In about half an hour, the beautiful air hostess came by to offer lunch.

The air hostess did not see much into my sleeping it off on Mom’s shoulder; asked politely,

“Hi! May I bring you some Lunch?”

“Yes, sure.” Mom replied.

“What would you like to have? We have the option of Chicken, served with mashed potatoes, side salad, and we have Pasta agli’olio, served with warm bread and side salad,” asked the air hostess with a big smile. Almost grateful.

“Chicken, please.” Mom replied. “Thank you.”

Air hostess asked again, “and what can I get you for drinks, Ma’am?” Smiling again.

“Some ginger ale, if you have any.”

“Certainly, we do,” the air hostess responded in a soft voice, “I will get it immediately.”

Then added, looking towards me resting on Mom’s shoulder, “How about the Gentleman. Can I get the same for him as well?”

Mom had not thought about it. Thinking over, she said, “let him rest. Hold on to his lunch for a bit later, and we will ask you when he is up.”

The air hostess replied, “sure, no problem.” She added, “just press the call button when he is ready.” Smiled and moved ahead to the old lady behind us, asking for her lunch request.

The chatter brought me out of my nap, and I jerked my head off and slowly started moving back towards my seat realizing where I was and where my head was resting for the last half an hour or so. Mom’s almost spontaneous response was to hold back my head and keep it on her shoulder feeling guilty that her talking with the air hostess had woken up me.

She all but pushed me back to her shoulder, but I thanked Mom and moved towards my seat. I was still groggy. Seeing this, Mom insisted that I lay down so my head was in her lap. I was still slightly sleepy and had enjoyed the nap, and did not want to pass on the opportunity. I lay down on the seats with my head in her lap, facing towards the row in front.

I tried to fold my legs, and immediately realized multiple problems with that position. My back was directly bumping with the metal belt clasps, and my knees were on the edge of the seat. There was no way I could keep my legs stretched out or lay on my back because they’d dangle out in the aisle. My solution was to turn completely around, and with my head in her lap, facing her belly, I folded my knees half ways, I rested sideways on the edge; intuitively Mom extended her hand and held my back so I won’t fall off.

My legs folded enough to have only my feet hanging in the aisle. Only slightly uncomfortable, it needed some more work before I could sleep in again. My right hand was

below me, because of my sideways position, and my left resting on my hip. Mom’s hands remained on my half-back almost pulling me in so I won’t fall off the edge. My eyes remained closed, but I was not going to sleep soon. My ear was now plugged to her thighs, and my face was towards her belly.

A few minutes later, I was generally still but shifting every now and then. I could sense that Mom knew I was not sleeping. We were both waiting for me to nod off again.

What I did next was truly a motor reaction to something one does when they are in a comfortable place. My left hand moved away from my hip, and I rolled it behind her back to get a better hold and come closer to her. It would seem that the action was just an effort to get me firmly on the seat, a little further from the edge. My arm got planted behind her lower back was pulling her to my head and in turn, my head and body moved forward. My face was mashed into Mom’s belly and ears closer to her pussy. My arm held her lower back firmly, but she kept her right hand on my back. The situation was heating up fast.

Just then, the air hostess came with the Lunch. The air hostess helped open the table seeing that Mom was not willing to let go of the man on her lap, presumably sleeping.

The air hostess offered … “Can I bring you a blanket?” she lifted her head slightly towards me to imply that she meant it for me.

All Mom could say was, “huh..?”

Immediately, the air hostess stretched up into the cabin luggage hold and fetched a blanket and handed it with both hands to Mom. Spontaneously, Mom lifted her right hand from my back to take the blanket and unconsciously put her left hand on my head. The air hostess smiled politely and moved on.

Mom composed herself and threw the blanket over me apparently sleeping in her lap. She could not stretch it completely up to my feet, hence compensated it by covering my back, my shoulders, and for good measure my head partially, so hopefully the dark would give me comfort. Her left hand got buried under the blanket and her fingers were in my hair.

Covering with the blanket complete, her right hand came back to its spot on my back but above the blanket; this time around, it was slightly loose on its hold. Her left was firmly holding my head in place, and some of my hair between her fingers. She gave slow massaging rotations in my hair to comfort me.

The open tray was covering half of my head below and if I had chosen to raise my head at that point, it would have surely knocked the tray off of the table. I could not sleep. My mind was jogging at 100 miles an hour and butterflies in my stomach. Surely I could not be expected to sleep for the rest of the plane ride. My face was firmly bolted into place, and her head rub had gradually added a firm inward pressure to the rotations in my hair.

Intermittently, I squirmed as if in sleep, and her hand would hold me firmly in place on impulse as if she was going to break my fall from the seat. In these instances, her right hand would also move a little on my back as if to soothe me. The situation kept getting warmer under the blanket. I could feel the heat rising from her pussy and mound.

With the pressure on my head consistent, I decided to turn my head slightly, as if in my sleep.

I moved my right arm, which was completely stuck under me and pulled it out behind me. This made my small inward turn lodge my lips firmly on her mound and my left ear where my lips were earlier, on her belly. On instinct, she gripped my hair in her left hand as if to pull me off. But she eventually deduced it to be my mid-sleep repose, her hands returned to rubbing on my head.

I parted my own lips slightly to get extra air in and out because my lips and nose were buried in the confines of her mound. I started breathing into her pussy. To feign sleep, I had to struggle to keep my breathing regular.

My warm blows of air drove Mom wild, and her nerves were tingling. Her pussy was pulsing. Her pussy lips were reaching out and did not seem to mind the fabric of her panties and her dress. Her lips pulled in the warm air from my mouth through the fabrics and returned their own warmth back up into my nose and my mouth. She did not know how to react to this situation. This was new to her. Her mind was begging her to pull my head away from her pussy but her hands had their own mind, and kept circling in my hair and kept the pressure on.

I somehow, as if stoned, lay still as if in sleep. This went on for a long time, and it seemed like an eternity to both Mom and me.

Mom was fighting this battle in her mind and her pussy and bit her lips to bring herself to reality. She could not decide. She got warm from within. She did not notice that the movie had long ended, and the fact that movie audio in her headset had gone blank. She did not know the Lunch was getting cold. Her eyes were shut right and hands doing their job in an auto-mode.

Just then, there was a ping and an announcement from the air hostess to fasten seatbelt because the plane was going through some turbulence. Mom was surprised by the fact that my head was planted onto her pussy for about an hour. What seemed like an eternity a little while back, was indeed a very long time. She was so wrung up that her face had turned bright red.

The flight ping gave her the necessary signal, and the reverie was broken. Both her hands took hold of my head and slowly lifted it up as if trying to wake me by lifting my head. Pulling my head up was like daggers through her chest. My head was heavy in her hands; there was faint resistance in my head coming up woefully trying to push back into where it felt heaven moments earlier.

The slow climb back did not cover the fact that my mouth was still slightly open as it had been on the surface of her dress moments earlier where it was resting. Some drool from my mouth had left a small patch on her dress near her mound.

As she lifted my head, her hands still on both sides of my head, she bent forward and gave a kiss on my nose, and then my head. All motherly again, in a matter of seconds.

The air hostess came back on the check round and collected her untouched lunch tray, smiled back at the both of us without saying anything, and kept moving along the aisle, clearing empty glasses and trays, and asking if we needed anything else. I did not let go of the blanket from my lap till the time the flight started its descent, and by then my hard-on had subsided. For the next half hour, we talked about the upcoming holiday and things we planned to do, hoping the weather would be amiable.

Not until when the attendant announced asking us to fasten our seat-belts, and the blanket removed, did we both realize my left-hand fingers were interlocked with her right-hand fingers. We tightened our seat belts, lowered the hand-rest in the middle, and rested our

elbows on top of it. Our fingers locked again until the plane touched the ground.

While deplaning, the air hostesses smiled back at all the passengers, greeting everyone goodbye, and reserved a little extra large smile for me.

Vegas

We reached the resort around 6 pm and were tired of the long flight. The luxury resort was very well lit up and sat at the end of The Strip. Its Casino Wing was inviting even before we could enter the lobby of the hotel. All kinds of people were coming and going from the Casino gate as we alighted from the cab. In the hotel lobby, the picture was somewhat glum though. There were a very limited number of guests in the lobby, the staff seemed scarce when we reached the check-in desk.

The reception looked short staffed and was manned with senior and junior managers, not just receptionists. We headed towards an oriental female who was very beautiful and seemed very attentive. We were welcomed with a warm smile from her. Her nametag gave her name as Nin. Our luggage had been given to the bell-desk and for no reason that we know of, we were upgraded to suites. We would be later told by Nin that the reason for its upgrade was indeed low occupancy, and they were also trying to spread people into far-out rooms as much as was reasonably possible.

When we reached the floor of our suites, mine was adjacent to the one given to Mom and Dad, I was super impressed and excited. I could not wait for Natalie to join me later in the week. I quickly glanced out from the window to see the lovely view of The Strip. I moved about and went to the bathroom, which was more like a room in itself and had all the trappings of modern high-end living. I shunned all my clothes and quickly took a shower, the buzz seemed to have worn out from the flight, and I was ready to have a party.

Mom and Dad were waiting for me near the elevator, and we went down together for our dinner at one of the hotel’s restaurants and enjoyed a lovely long meal. Mom dressed in a smart evening dress as if it was to be worn on a big occasion. A full white gown from her collar bones to her toes, and sleeves cut around five inches below her shoulder. Hugging her every curve – she looked beautiful, as ever. All through the elevator ride, the evening, and during dinner, I did not happen to get behind her, and it did not cross mind to check her dress out from the rear.

When I did happen to get up from the table after them, to exit the restaurant, my heart skipped a beat. I saw her back, a very low cut dress held together with just a string high up on her back and nothing else until the lower back. Dad put his hand on her bare back to guide her on his way out and they moved around slowly trying to get out of the restaurant. Pride must have been top of his mind, with a wife as beautiful as her; he could not but smile on the inside being the subject of envy. Right before they exited the restaurant she turned to look for me and caught me staring at her back. She let it slip and smiled back, egging me to rush up.

We meandered toward the casino and killed some time on the slots. I did not want to leave Mom’s side even when I had little interest in the slot machines. All of a sudden they looked dandy to me. Dad was spending some bucks on the blackjack table even though he had little interest in gambling. He was anyhow grumpy ever since we had checked-in at the hotel. While at a reception earlier, when we were checking-in, he had nonchalantly asked about the conference venue of the Competitor Company with Nin and found out that the event had been postponed due to the ongoing virus situation.

Around 11 pm, we headed back to our Suites, and I slept like a log. Not before I had FaceTimed Natalie and showed her my suite. Something to look forward to for both of us.

In the adjacent room, the scene was somewhat different though. Mom was excited. With the airplane escapade having gotten her all worked up, she felt energetic, and her blood was pumping. When they reached their room, Mom went into the bathroom and called Dad to help untie her dress. Dad followed her and untied a single knot behind her neck.

Some magic movements later, the dress fell to the floor, and all she was left with were panties that covered her full butt, like small cycling shorts.

Of course, as was evident from her open back of the dress there weren’t any signs of a bra. Dad admired her from the back and moved ahead to hold her from the waist. His mouth moved forward to take her neck, and he started kissing it. His groin pressed into her butt, and his penis felt a current. His hands moved forward, and upward to get a hold of her breasts, traveling slowly he never left her skin. His fingers left on their trail on her skin from the pressure. A kiss on her neck turned into a dozen of long ones.

“mmm.” She moaned.

Mom sighed from the kisses and pulled her hand up and back into his hair, pulling him into her neck. When his fingers reached her breasts he felt something other than just her soft skin, and he could not help but peek at what had come between him and his treasure. He could not see properly, but a glance upwards in the bathroom mirror he saw a very erotic image of them both.

Her breasts were covered in what seemed like a stick-on bra of some kind apparently, which had helped keep her breasts in place and elevated; and covered the nipples. They looked like use-and-throw ones to him, but he did not care and pushed his fingers deeper to peel them off.

All the while, Dad's eyes were in the mirror while his fingers were working on her breasts.

Mom helped take it off and turned around. They kissed once, then a second time and then a third and eventually their tongues fought in each other’s mouths and by the fifth kiss they were breathing heavily.

He pulled her towards the bathroom door, and she followed while their mouths stayed joint. Upon turning towards their bed, he led her from the front and stopped in front of the bed. Pulled her in front of himself and pushed her lightly on the bed. Her feet were on the floor, while she laid back. He bent before her and started pulling her panties down. His hands-on the outside, she lifted her butt a little to help with the panties and within seconds her panties were off from her ankles. He hungrily looked at her pussy and beyond.

Her beautiful half globes on her chest were now flatter, given the gravity of her lying down, but they gave a view to him no mountain range can give. Her erect nipples were like summits he wanted to scale all over again. Dad started kissing her thigh near her knee and slowly worked upwards. When he reached her pussy he did not dive in straight away. He kissed her lips on each side and alternated between her left and right sides on her inner thighs, an inch below her pussy.

Mom's pussy was glistening, and she closed her eyes. A minute or two of kissing and licking, and he moved into her lips. With a slightly open mouth, he started blowing hot air into pussy. She was in heaven, and her pussy lips were pulsing by then as if inviting him to come forward and kiss directly and bring in the tongue with him. She moaned with her eyes closed, and her hands moved towards his head, and fingers tousled his hair.

Her pussy received hot, warm air and gave back its own heat; his head stayed near her pussy, her hands in his hair, and her eyes closed shut. Her head was shaking right to left and back, and her mind played a trick on her and she remembered the scene from the airplane earlier in the afternoon. Her mind took her back into the plane ride of earlier that day, and she felt the head in her hands was mine; and that it was I who was breathing hard into her pussy and blowing towards her pussy lips. She almost shook herself off it, but the image did not go away.

The more she pushed it away, the more vivid it became. Her pussy was leaking, and Dad moved in. His first lick made her shiver, and by the time he was lapping she was cumming like waterfall. He did not let go until she was done. She lay limp but nowhere near done for the evening. She was surprised herself on how wound up was she, that it took little to get her to orgasm. She could not believe the image she had in her mind when she’d cum.

As if to reconfirm the identity of the pleasurer, she opened her eyes and saw Dad looking at her from between her legs. She pulled him towards her and he kept moving up kissing and licking her belly, then each breast and then chest and her neck and reached her mouth and started deep kissing her.

Mom took him into her mouth and licked his tongue as if she was looking forward to it. Dad’s dick was rock hard and pressing into her mound. Not able to find its destination. She pushed him on his chest and brought her hands behind him. Then lowered her hands on his bum. They adjusted, and he angled down a few inches to take his wife to another journey through the clouds.

Mom closed her eyes, and he worked his dick into her with only a couple of shoves. His dick reached the bottom, and he started pumping. He did not seem to want to control the pace and banged her in hard punches; not long, just hard. Pretty soon his climax came, and he grunted and kept pumping. She was excited enough for another round of release but needed for him to continue but Dad came with a nasal hiss and grunt and then collapsed. She wanted him to keep going just so she could cum one more time, but he was beat. It’d been a while since they had done it twice in one night, and she had no explanation as to why today should be that day.

Ten minutes later, he had cleaned up in the bathroom and slipped next to her in bed with a resort’s thin robe on. She was lying just as he had left her, Naked. The hotel’s fresh, starched, perfumed linen did not help because it rubbed on her nipples every time she moved. She turned over on her side and eventually slept after another 15 minutes. She still felt warm, but her edge was gone.

Thursday

I got up late in the morning, Mom and Dad are already in the cafe for breakfast, and I joined them around 11 am and forced them to stay on with me. Mom was wearing a beautiful short dress, one that flowed from below the waist but hugged her all the way up. She looked like she was enjoying her time and wanted to go check out the dance cum circus show timings. She left Dad and me at the table, and we updated each other on the virus situation, and he told me the situation seemed to be worsening by the day. By the time we got up and strolled towards the lobby, Mom was heading back towards us, happy to have secured three tickets for a stand-up comedy show. It included drinks and dining in a separate restaurant. Neither

dad nor I seemed to know how to say no to her.

We headed out to go to the pool; Dad went to the suite to handle some business calls and emails. Mom decided to go to the room along with Dad and told me to meet her at the pool. She needed to change into her bikini. I told her I was not keen to dive into the pool yet, with my trunks still in the room, I did not feel like going back up. I walked to the pool area to find it empty, and on enquiring with a hotel staffer smoking nearby I came to know that due to the virus, the hotel was trying to sanitize the area. I was told this one would be open the next day; however, there was a smaller pool attached to the gym, but that was available for higher category rooms only.

I circled back to the lobby quickly so as to inform Mom over the house-phone about her plan getting shot and that she need not get ready for the pool. Over at the reception to check where the house-phones were, I met with Nin. I rechecked with her about the pool closure, and also about the pool attached to the gym, supposedly reserved for select guests.

She smiled and asked, “Please give me a moment. I am sorry for the pool.”

She handed me a card, “This would give you access to the 15th-floor pool deck and gym.”

I said, “Thank you for your thoughtfulness,” and headed back towards the suites to catch Mom and give her the card to the pool floor. With a build-up in my mind about the special gym, pool, and games room my own interest picked up as well, to go check the facilities out, and the fact was that I did not have anything else to do.

Upon reaching my floor, I caught up with mom while she was walking back towards the elevators. The hall was slightly dark, but I could not help but stare at her. She was wearing a bright red bikini, of which I could only see partially from her front, and she had a gown kind of a top covering her till her mid-thighs. Loosely tied in front, it masked her bikini bottom.

I said, “Mom, the main pool has been closed for desanitization. We have got access to a special privilege section on the 15th floor. Why don’t you give me a little while, I will change into my trunks, and join you?”

She walked back with me to my suite, and I rustled through my bag hurriedly looking for my swimming trunks I had brought along. Found it and went into the bathroom all the while telling her the story about the special hotel section with privileges for VIP guests. I seemed more excited than she was. She looked calm and happy. I changed quickly in my bathroom while she sat on the bed with her legs crossed one knee on the other. When I came out, I saw her right leg on top of her left, and the bottom hem of her gown had fallen away from her thighs and revealed her entire thighs. I did not know how to complement my Mom, on the fact that she looked sexy.

As if reading my mind, she asked, “How do I look?” she stood and turned around for me.

I gulped and said, “Mom, you look fantastic!” My voice pitch raised, and the excitement was evident in my tone.

She quickly untied the gown and showed me the bikini. The satin kind of gown fell from her shoulders. Her arms were stretched lower, and in her hands, she held the gown, preventing it from falling off on to the floor. She took a slow twirl and showed me the bikini with so little material on it that it could be sold for fewer than fifteen dollars if it had to be sold for a dollar per square inch. My mouth was open, and everything that I could have been said was said without an utterance of a word. Mom accepted my belated response with amusement instead of delight. She felt as if she’d overdone it and became conscious.

I gathered myself and said, “Mom, you look terrific and sexy.” I blurted, “I love it.”

A smile returned to her face, and she pulled her gown up and moved forward towards me and held my arm, and we stepped out in the gallery.

On the 15th floor, we entered a club-kind of a floor. There was a seated reception section with a fitness trainer behind it. We approached him, and I handed him the card I had received from Nin, he swiped it and welcomed us in. I asked him about the facilities, and he offered to show us around. His name was Terrence, big strong biceps trying to tear his t-shirt’s short sleeves. His physique was that of a bodybuilder but a level more visually appealing. We followed him first to a massive gym. The gym covered about half of the floor I guessed, and it was huge and had all kinds of machines and gadgets. The place to workout was spacious.

There were two persons on the treadmill. We followed Terrence through a passage to come out on the other side to an infinity pool on the terrace. With a lady occupying one of the six lounge chairs, I noticed no one inside the pool. It was the best pool I’d ever seen and was giving a feeling as if water was falling off from the hotel building, the other side from where we stood. The pool was not big, and certainly not very deep, and it seemed fit more for fun than proper swimming. I turned to see Mom’s reaction, and she was beaming.

We let go of the rest of the tour and felt compelled to plunk ourselves on the poolside. Within a minute of our sitting, an attendant appeared out of nowhere and gave us towels. Moments later, a waiter appeared, again out of nowhere, and offered us drinks – compliments of the hotel. With Champagne on our side tables, Mom dished out a suntan lotion from her small bag that was holding her phone & other knick-knacks.

I was glad she had thought of bringing the lotion along because I had not brought any. She put on a show of doing her arms, her legs, and her upper chest. By the time she finished, it looked like she had not left an inch on her that was untouched by lotion. She handed me the lotion, to do her back. She flipped on the lounge chair on her front and facing sideways. Her neck rested on a towel.

Her unblemished back was in front of me, and I had unlimited viewing privileges of her rear. I spent a good amount of time admiring her rear, and her almost bare bums. The little material the bikini had on her entire back had ridden into her crack. All I could see was traces of it peering out from between her buns and a string holding her top by way of a knot.

There was no cloth to be wasted on the back. Not many ladies could dare to give justice to this outfit. She certainly knew how to buy a bikini, which would knock them out of the park. I was going to make the best of the opportunity and rubbed her back as slow as was humanly possible without getting questioned. She told me off when she felt I was done. I took a little in my palms and rubbed it on myself for good measure.

We ordered some sandwiches on the poolside for lunch. We lay on the lounge chairs for a couple of hours before the heat started pinching, and I told her, “Mom, I am heading into the pool. It certainly looks tempting.”

“Go check, I will join in if the temperature is cool,” Mom responded.

I trudged along with the pool and entered it slowly, suspecting it to be hot, given the weather. On the contrary, it was perfectly cool. Possibly because of it being an infinity pool – the water was churning faster than a normal size pool and also maybe because it was smaller.

I turned towards Mom and waived to her.

“The water’s perfect Mom” I egged her… “come on its cool.” I was moving about in the pool, not swimming just getting accustomed to the water.

I looked over to see if she was coming. She kept her phone on the poolside table and instinctively adjusted her bikini before starting to walk over to the pool. Her walk of about 10 meters from the chair seemed to last 10 minutes to me. Her movement accentuated her tits, and the wobble that her every step generated on the upper boobs was mesmerizing. Her tits were begging to climb out of the little holds that her bikini granted. Each step produced a jiggle, which traveled from her leg to her breasts, and the next one did the same from her other step.

It painted an amazing picture when no muscle from her body seemed out of place and not a single blemish on her skin. The continuous jiggle of her tits was heavenly, to say the least. If I was in love with her butt, it was only because I had never seen what I was witnessing then. She looked like a goddess with perfect proportions in every inch of her body. From my level of the just head above the water, she was about 6ft above me and every step she took towards the pool increased the size of her frame as if I was zooming into a swimsuit model.

My eyes were soaking in the treasure that is my mom, and I just was in awe of her. I kept looking at her when she tested the water with her toes before continuing her descent in the water on the stair built to enter the pool corner. More than anything for some reason I was feeling lucky to have her as my mom, an achiever professionally, a go-getter in attitude, a person of extreme beauty, and yet so modest, humble, and kind. More than lucky I felt proud of my Mom.

Once she came in, she walked right up to me and seeing my eyes gleam; she jerked her head up as if asking, ‘what’s up?’

I just smiled back and told her, “you look beautiful, Mom. The bikini looks marvelous on you.”

She just gloated and laughed at me. “Thank you, my dear sir. Glad I have your approval.”

I blushed, and we moved side by side from one end of the pool to the infinity corner, which gave us a view to behold. We could see the lights around Vegas and beyond and clear afternoon blue sky. The heat from the sun seemed to have toned down, and the sun was setting in the other corner. We were due for our Stand-up comic show and decided to come back with Dad again.

Slowly walking out of the water, I made sure to walk behind her for our towels. Her bum showed not a single ounce of excess fat, and the faint wobble her steps produced were hypnotic if anything. When she was drying herself near our chairs, I could see her front, and my eyes were glued to her breasts. The material clung you her nipples, and there was very little left for imagination. The material was not transparent, but it stuck on to her tits like a second skin and gave an impression of body paint.

We took a shower in adjacent cubicles in the wet zone, and while walking out I saw a large steam and sauna section left of the entrance. Just ahead was a spa. When we had turned right on entry we missed this part of the floor. Having dressed back, after a shower, in the hotel’s towel robes we shuffled towards the spa to check out the services available quickly.

We knew where we would start our day tomorrow, looking at each other and grinning.

Back on our floor, Mom went to her room, and I joined her to discuss the plan with dad.

“Dad, what is the plan for the evening?” I queried

“I am ready when you are.” He was watching TV in the room having finished his work. He had also had lunch in the room calling for a sandwich for room service. We agreed to meet in an hour outside. The walk to the restaurant area for the show was in an extension block of the hotel so we would barely step out of the hotel.

Mom was tingly all over and pretty excited. She went in for a proper shower in the bathroom and lathered up everywhere. She was in the huge glass cubicle with a rain shower styled bath system, and she loved the pressure it gave her on various parts of her body. A cold shower later she wrapped the towels around and slowly applied the cream on herself all over in front of Dad.

Dad’s interest in the movie was gone, and he simply admired the scene of titillation play right in front of him. She had laid out her undergarments in front of him, on her side of the bed, before going in for a shower and he had wondered, how on earth is she going to fit in these. Before she could pick up the bra and panties to wear he professed his love a millionth time, “Catherine, did I ever tell you I love you.”

Mom knew his style and played the game, “Not since this morning no.” He leapt up and had her in his arms naked and kissed her lightly on her lips, “I love you, Catherine.” She kissed him back, pulled her hands behind his neck, and replied, “I love you too.”

Just then, her phone buzzed, and she disentangled from Dad to pick the call, and he could be heard sighing a long breath.

“It’s the restaurant; they wanted to reconfirm the reservation. Given the epidemic thing, it looks like they are treading safe. Let’s go.” She said.

Now all business, she pushed into the smooth tight panties and the seamless bra. She did it with such ease, Dad rolled his eyes as if he had lost a bet with himself. She spent ten minutes doing her hair, and another ten on her make up. She shuffled about in just her bra and panties. Dad lost another bet with himself; no she won’t have a blood clot in this bra and panty set, given the ease with which she was moving about in them.

And when she wore the dress, after taking it down from the hanger, Dad knew why the bra and panties were of the style that they were. The dress was a black tight dress, which hugged her body at every curve. The undergarments were invisible below this very thin dress with a slight shimmer. With her every move the dress stretched in a manner that it went mildly transparent and gave a peek of the treasure inside.

Mom gave a 360 degrees turn and asked, “what do you think Barry” and looked in his direction quizzingly.

Dad felt very happy with her choice and stood up to kiss her again as a response to her query. They had been kissing for a good thirty seconds when there was a tap on their door and a bell ring.

Dad opened the door to let me in. Mom was wearing her heels and did not look up to see my first reaction, which would have been embarrassing for me.

But when she did look up and saw my appreciating look, she could not help but twist and ask “how do I look, Calvin.”

I opened my mouth to say something, but Dad came back from the bathroom. I said “ravishing, Mom. I can assure you, that you will be the prettiest girl in the restaurant tonight.”

Dad slipped into his shoes and tied his laces quickly, and we were ready to go. Mom took my arm until the elevator, and by the time we exited from the elevator into the lobby she had both her hands locked – one in Dad’s right and the other in my left arm.

The table we had was one amongst forty four-seaters in the restaurant. We were in the third row from the stage, and more than twenty tables were occupied, most were couples and a few families. The evening was a wonderful experience; the comedy was hilarious, and the comic was a star performer. His entourage, also a few comics, was also fun to watch. Mom and Dad had a few drinks while we were watching the show, I also had one. Overall we had a wonderful time and moved to the restaurant for a late dinner.

I cannot say about others, but my eyes never left Mom, I am sure Dad was not any different. Both of us were trying to peek at her from various angles just to get a better understanding of her dress. It showed but it did not. What a wonderful peace of creativity for a woman.

Every lift of her arm and every move and twist of hers would give us a fleeting glimpse, and then back. Mom loved the attention it got her.

After dinner, Mom and Dad retreated to their room, and I went to the Casino. I texted Natalie asking about her day, and after exchanging a few texts, we decided to FaceTime so I returned to the room. I discussed with her about our hotel and told her about the special gym and a pool floor we had the privilege to use. Both of us were happy that she’d be joining us soon.

Friday

I slept in and was woken up by a persistent buzz of my phone. Natalie was at the airport, but her flight had got canceled, and the chances of another flight were also slim. The virus alert has escalated, and more and more flights were disrupted – delayed or canceled. We discussed for a while, and I insisted she take another flight, even if it has to hop-over from another airport. But after an exasperating morning, she seemed to give up. Eventually, we decided it was best to leave it at that, and she returned home. When I kept the phone, I was dejected. I saw on my phone – she had already called me four times over the last hour.

Since I was up, I checked the time was about half-past ten, and I decided to freshen-up, shower, and head for breakfast. I met with Mom and Dad at the restaurant. They were almost finished and wanted to keep it light this morning. They gave me company for a bit, seeing me grumpy because Natalie was not going to join us. I told them about the downer and they were also disappointed because they wanted to meet and spend time with Natalie, given my seriousness with her. In a short while, they left for the Spa. Mom had apparently convinced Dad for a couple’s massage at the 15th floor Spa, and she was happy. We agreed to meet back for lunch together, and they left.

I ate breakfast alone mulling over my next plan for the day. I went back to my room after breakfast and worked on a small task I had from the office over email. In two hours it was Lunchtime already, I had not finished my task on hand. I texted Dad that I would not be joining them for Lunch because I had work to cover up. Got an instant text back, and we would meet post-lunch in the suite. We had decided to take a walk in the evening on The Strip and had decided to eat out somewhere else. A famous restaurant Dad had told me he’d earlier been to.

An hour or so later, I finished up and was waiting for them to come up to the rooms. I texted them to check. Apparently, they too had decided to skip going to the restaurant downstairs for lunch and had parked themselves at the infinity pool on the 15th floor, after their massage. Dad texted back, asked me to join them at the poolside if I was done. I changed into my trunks and went to the 15th floor.

I met Terrence at the Reception. He guided me to the pool where I joined Mom and Dad, both lounging on the chairs for the past hour or so. They had already had sandwiches served poolside. I ordered the same for myself and dived into the pool remembering yesterday’s wonderful experience. Mom and Dad watched me go in and shuffle about. Mom was reading, and Dad was on his mobile. There was no one on the deck or in the pool. Since the main pool had opened, it looked like this floor was again returned to the elite guests. We had a card issued by Nin for accessing this section, I mentally took note to go to her and thank her for the thoughtfulness.

After a few rounds around the pool, I remembered to look at Mom to check out what was she wearing today for the pool. From my angle, I could not figure out much except that her bikini top today covered her full breasts but had strings on all sides to hold the cover. Reminded of the previous day’s catwalk to the pool, I called them to join in the pool.

Dad passed, but Mom stood up smiling. She kept her book on the side table, rolled her hair up, adjusted her bikini bottom, and turned to walk towards the pool. The chairs they were sitting on were angled sideways from the pool, but her walk seemed equally exciting to me.

Her bikini was an all-white with black strings and lining. Her bikini top patches covered her full breasts but in no manner could contain the distinguishing wobble of her boobs. Even contained they did the magic and swayed the cover along with them as she took her steps.

Her eyes were covered in sunglasses and smile on her face. I looked towards her bikini bottom to find a larger triangle of the cloth than the previous day’s, which matched the bikini top and gave a feeling of a designer bikini, probably one of those from a fashion label. Strings on the sides held the patch of cloth up on her front. Her short walk to the pool stairs was eight seconds of joy for me. She slowly climbed down into the pool and took off her sunglasses and kept them on the pool ledge. Continuing onwards slowly and then she started swimming.

The pool was about twenty yards in length. I swam towards her, and we did the laps together. After about ten laps we just stood in the pool at the far side from the infinity area.

This side had some shade plus Dad was nearest from this point, so we were talking, me and Mom in the pool and Dad about three yards away from us on the chair and not a soul around except for an attendant at the far end of the poolside cleaning up some non-existent rubbish.

We discussed about our plan for the evening, and everyone was happy to hold on until the next morning before changing plans and going back home early, if at all. This reminded Dad that he should be talking to some people back home to check on his installations as well as check with his Director of Operations the next course of action for coming Monday onwards.

We just held back on the corner for a few minutes discussing their spa session earlier today.

Mom seemed very happy with the massage she and Dad got done. Apparently, two girls did it, and both were oriental, and the massage was authentic. She told me about the outdoor cabana, which was partitioned by bamboo poles and curtains, and while the front of it had the city view, the two sides and top were covered with cloth. She was gushing while telling me about the oils, and aroma, and such.

With the shifting shade, we moved a bit to stay away from direct sun to keep the conversation going. A two-yard move changed the depth of the pool, and we kept talking. I was almost on my toes and realized Mom was struggling to stay on hers, and she was bouncing every few seconds to keep her neck out. I stepped forward and put my arm around her waist and gave her a slight pull upwards. This brought her closer to me, and she was now out of the water from above her shoulder.

Her feet had left the pool floor, and instinctively her hand slipped around my shoulder; also because I was a couple of inches below her it gave the angle. My arm around her waist pulled her closer, and her arm around my shoulder helped, providing little resistance. We were attached from shoulder to thighs. I was standing firm on the pool floor, and she was a few inches above the floor, with her feet dangling. She stopped going into the details for a little bit to settle into the new pose and delved back into the massage oil at the spa, something or the other which I had lost interest in by then. She probably sensed that. I understood that she had sensed it and quickly started a new point in our conversation; scared she might want to step back or maybe move out of the pool.

I said, “I am so bummed Natalie cannot make it today. I was so looking forward to her joining us today.”

“I know sweetie. I was really counting on meeting her and spending time with her this weekend.” She said empathetically. She turned a little towards me, still hooked on my arm and her arm around my shoulder. This brought her perpendicular to me.

The conversation moved to my seriousness in the relationship with Natalie and her job and her family. Slowly, I had moved Mom in front of me while holding the conversation and both of my arms were around her waist on their own. Spontaneously she put her second hand on my shoulder; Her other hand was on my shoulder up to her elbow.

We came face to face with very little modest distance between us. Her hand on the shoulder had a very mild counter force to keep the contact from becoming a hug. One arm around my shoulder loose, and the other hand on my other side holding my shoulder. Our faces were very near, and her breasts were touching me and her belly attached to mine. Her thighs were lightly floating near my hips on the front. My arms behind her were holding her up from below her armpits. I could smell the wonderful combination of massage oils on her mixed with her own lotion she must’ve applied and her perfume possibly.

On the next brief pause in our chat, I used eye contact to create a moment and pull her nearer. The little nudge was well received, and she came in a full-frontal embrace, and her hand on my shoulder started rolling onto the back of my shoulder. The little resistance her hand had provided was gone. With both of her hands behind my shoulders, still loose, her face was mere inches from mine, her lips a couple of inches from mine. If she had chosen to kiss me at that moment, she would have had to come down a bit. My hands start traveling down, and no words are spoken.

I was not hugging her yet, it was just her hands behind me that have held us close, my hands are busy going down from her upper back to the center, and then her lower back.

Each inch covered at a glacial pace as if it was going down from gravity and not intent. I dare not stop it, and let the slide continue. When it touched the top of her bikini bottom, I sensed a small tense twitch because her full body was touching my front. The twitch reminded me of her breasts which were squeezing against my upper chest and her belly on my stomach. My arms were bent on the elbows, and my hands were moving with the help of willpower I never knew existed in me. This kind of liberty on my part was almost unthinkable, yet slowly my hands reached her butt. In the next few moments, her butt came in my hands fully.

Both her buns covered with bikini were in my flat palms. Against a few minutes per inch earlier, my hands had developed another talent in slow motion. I had her butt in my hands but slowly I continued to slide down. Eventually, I crossed the bikini from the bottom and my arms were stretched by then, and since my slide was continuing the only way to do that was bending. So my hips went back a little, and my face came forward an inch.

My hands never left the surface of Mom’s behind and continued their downward journey. I was on her upper thighs, and improvising I started pulling both her thighs while continuing to go lower on them. The pull and slide brought her legs to part, and she cooperated by lifting her legs in my hands. Our eyes were locked, and I think both of us could not decide what to do. At least not me. What was going on was certainly not my plan nor my smarts.

In a few seconds that followed, I had a good open palm grip on the back of her thighs, and my elbows were folded again. She had her legs parted, and both legs were held on my sides. Her breasts were squeezed into my chest, and her face three inches from me. her lips parted about half an inch in anticipation. Having received support under her legs, her grip started losing the tightness, and she was just holding her hands behind my shoulders.

My hands slide started again after a few seconds and I held her knees in my hands from the cup of her knees. A slight tug and a twist and my hands nudged her to bring her legs behind me. The glint in my eyes told her of my request. She complied, and her legs went behind my back slowly up with the help of both my hands. The next few moments were big enough for me to boast of until my next life.

She had rolled her legs behind me, and though they were not locked, her feet were close to each other behind me. Her arms had gone deeper behind my shoulder regaining the pressure, and her breasts were mashed into me. She moved up an inch, and her breasts squished in my chest. I let out a sigh to signal my appreciation, and she smiled as if welcoming my thanks. At that point, my hands started a reverse journey up her legs and took half the time coming back to her butt than it had taken to reach down to her knee cup.

With each inch my hands traveled – just a mild inward pressure in them – I ensured that our body joints were secured. When I reached her butt my palms were spread out, but they were not caressing, just holding her firmly into me.

If she thought the upward journey of the hands would continue, was she mistaken. My open palms stayed on her butt, and the pressure retained pulling her into me with a slight lift. I wondered if this proximity was ever possible outside of the pool. I held like this for a long while. My hands were still and did not move an inch. The tease that our situation was causing was painful for both of us.

I lifted her slightly from the butt helping her to adjust her legs behind me, and the lift enabled her next move. She dropped her head towards mine. Slowly it landed on my shoulder and facing towards my neck. I scolded myself for not having moved seconds earlier and gone for a kiss – we clearly had a moment. I think she also was waiting and finally gave up and let her head rest on my shoulder. Our embrace left no drop of water between our chests to our pelvis.

It was like nothing I had felt before. I was truly living in a dream. Mom was hanging on me and her legs and hands behind me holding on as if she’d fall, clinging on to me. My hands went up and did something stupid; I left the heavenly rounded butt, and my hands moved up to her lower back. I bent my elbows sideways around her and pulling her into me, and our squeeze became mutual. She was pulling me in with even her mound going into me further and I was tightening my grip on her with my forearms around her.

Just then, I realized I have not uttered a word for the last 10 minutes, and I blurted, “Mom, I love you.”

She said what was natural next thing for her, “Not as much as I do.”

Her head moved forward, and her lips were pasted on my neck. Mom had come forward for a small peck and never left my neck. Her lips remained pasted on my neck. Her eyes closed, and her body pulling into mine. We were in that position for a long long time, and it seemed like forever. I was scared to make any more moves; worried it would end this spell that held us together.

I do not know when she got out of the moment – our moment – but she started to back up a little; untangled her legs from around me. She was still hanging with arms around me but more modest distance between us. In the next ten seconds, Dad was briskly approaching us. Had she noticed him coming and had stepped back I wonder? Clearly, we could not have seen him from where we were, angled from the entrance to the poolside. He was bearing news, and his mind was set on sharing it with us.

“What is it with you guys? I have been calling you both. Haven’t you seen my calls?” He asked in a higher tone.

“We were here all the while, Barry,” Mom responded.

“For over an hour and a half?” He quizzed.

Not reacting to his pointless question, “what is the problem, Barry?” asked Mom, looked at him.

Slowly, she continuing to distance from me but held on one of my shoulders for floating.

Dad said “I think there is going to be an issue with flights, and we should reconsider going tomorrow morning itself. I just spoke with John at the office, and he says the flights are getting canceled, and there’s a chance of a further clampdown soon. The cases are going up, and the spread is not getting contained enough. Flights are possibly going to be canceled or stopped.”

Mom was surprised and could not believe the situation to be that grave and said, “that is not good.”

I pitched in “Natalie also got canceled earlier today and said the situation at the airport looked panicky.”

We swam towards the corner, and I helped mom, holding her hand while we get out. We toweled ourselves and agreed to go to the suites.

Dad volunteered to go to the bell desk and fetch information from there or from the reception.

Forgetting my sandwich on the table, which looked stale now, Mom and I went toward the showers and cleaned up in our respective cubicles. These cubicles were separate but with translucent glass in between. I could see mom’s silhouette taking her shower and smiled.

We got our towel robes on and started towards the suites. In the elevator, Mom and I were side by side, and we exited on our floor. She leaned on my arm, and when I reached my room, a door before hers, I turned towards her to say bye and that I’d meet her and Dad in their room in a little while.

She also turned to face me, still holding my arm. She pulled her hand from my arm and brought it to my shoulder, around my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. She kissed my left cheek, and it felt as if I was a child again. She kissed me again on my cheek and said “I had fun today. Thank you, sweety.”

I was beaming and grinning. “No. Thank You, Mom. I love you.”

“Not as much as I love you.” She smiled and turned. Motherly again.

I called behind her. “I’ll join you guys in fifteen.”

I took a shower, by which time all feeling of jerking-off had passed. I was anxious about Dad’s idea of starting back earlier than our schedule.

I showered and got ready and reached my parents’ room in about twenty minutes.

Mom has showered and was standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom trying to dry her hair or something. She had the hotel robe on, a thin towel kind of robe.

Dad came in a short while later. We concluded that it was best to maintain our booking for Sunday return. Traveling tomorrow or a day after would expose us to the same risks. The situation was worsening, but it was not as bad here at the hotel. We resolved to take precautions and stay put. We decided to avoid public places even in Vegas as well over the next two remaining nights and enjoy the vacation from our suites and as much as possible from the hotel complex.

We hung out for some more time and ordered room service for dinner and ate together in my parents’ suite. They watched a movie, and I went back to my room.

Later that night, Mom knocked and came to my room.

I was sitting in my boxers and put on a robe in front of her.

She asked, “Do you want to join me at the gym tomorrow morning?” Dad was not keen to go to the gym.

“Sure, would love to, “I said. “What time?”

She responded, “sevvven…?” Her lilt and smile hinted that it was a question whether I’d be able to get up, and She doubted I could be ready by then.

“Ha, ha.” I mock laughed. “I have done earlier, Mom, and you know it.”

“Just saying,” she said with arms raised as if surrendering. “I’ll see you at seven tomorrow morning, bright and early.” extra emphasis on “bright and early.”

I knew I had overcommitted.

I said, “7.30 to be safe.”

“Okay, 7.30 it is.” She started to turn “good night.”

“Don’t I get a good night kiss?” I did not know where that came from. I was getting cocky.

She turned back toward me and started walking towards me. I stepped forward to meet her halfway and held her arms from the outside. She was smiling and looking at me with love and kindness.

She stepped up and kissed my cheek. In mock, I turned to turn another side and got a kiss on the other cheek as well.

“Good night,” she said.

“Good night, mom,” I said and looked toward her.

As if the third turn of the head was to ask for one on the lips, she tiptoed again for my lips and gave a slight peck on my nose instead.

She fell back on her heels and looked at me smiling, and stepped back to retreat.

I was happy. Grinning when the door clicked behind her. As an after-thought, I picked my room key card, and rushed after her, caught her in the hallway before she entered her room.

“I think you hold on to this?” I said, handing her the card.

Nothing was said, but she gave an understanding smile. Without embarrassing me any further, she said, “yes dear, I will wake you up tomorrow morning.”

I turned towards my room.

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Lock Down - Chapter 2

Lock Down - Chapter 3

Chapter -4 - Epilogue