I smiled at the thought.
"Robert, you are so cute," I said as I felt my pulse quicken at the very notion of traveling as a couple with my stepson. "I think I would like that. Let me see what I can do. I have four days off over the fourth of July. Maybe we could go someplace then."
I started an internet search to find some romantic options for my young lover and I to consider. I located a very nice lodge upstate New York in the Adirondack Mountains. The Fern Lodge looked exquisite on the internet and was a few hours from my Manhattan apartment. I reserved a luxury suite for three nights. It was fairly expensive, but this was going to be a very special weekend for Robert and me.
Living downtown Manhattan, I did not own a car. So I called Avis and reserved a Mustang convertible for the trip. Everything seemed to be falling into place.
Robert and I were both anticipating this mini-vacation with excitement and high expectations. This was going to be more than a sexual tryst; we both were anticipating a deeply fulfilling romantic weekend that we cold both cherish the rest of our lives.
I was confident we would not be disappointed.
the day of departure:
Robert and I sat at the kitchen table, sipping coffee and eating bagels, the morning of our planned departure. I was wearing a pair of white shorts and a red halter top that tied behind my neck.
I knew that the halter top would attract some attention. I guess that is what I was trying to do.
"Mom, you look very sexy. Your high beams are turned on" Robert said with ample admiration as he stared at my erect nipples. "I love it when you don't wear a bra. Don't wear a bra while we are away."
I blushed at the thought of going braless in public at the lodge. I also noticed that Robert's tone was much more of an instruction than a request.
"Baby, it is one thing to wear a halter top in public. Everyone knows you can't wear a bra with one. But I have several outfits packed that would just be too revealing without a bra. Some of the blouses are pretty shear. My dresses are very clingy. I would be too embarrassed to go without a bra if I was wearing some of those."
I was suddenly aware of the pulse in my clitoris as we discussed possibly exposing my breasts to undue scrutiny by others at the lodge.
"Mom, you have fantastic tits. You don't need a bra. Your nips are always at attention. You will look great, I promise." He paused before continuing. He knew he was tempting me. He knew that I just needed a little more convincing to comply. "Let's leave your bras here at home so you won't be tempted."
"Robert, you are such a naughty boy. And you make me behave like a very naughty girl. Do you really want me to leave my bras at home?"
Robert smiled and nodded. He knew he had won. I went to my room, opened my suitcase and removed my bras. I handed them to Robert.
"Okay, you will have me braless for the weekend. I will be attracting a lot of stares at the lodge. You need to make sure no one gets the wrong idea. You need to stay with me and protect me, okay?"
"Oh, I will protect you. I promise you that."
"Robert, one more thing. You can't be calling me 'mom' while we are on the trip. The reason we are going away is to allow us to act like a couple in public. People have to see us as a young man and his Cougar girlfriend; not a mother and her stepson. Call me by my first name while we are away."
"You got it, Cindy. You can call me Bob," he quipped. Just like his father, he always had an answer for everything.
"Okay, we better get going. I want to get to the lodge by early afternoon."
I called a cab to take us to the rental car outlet where we were scheduled to pick up a bright red Mustang convertible.
Standing at the counter, waiting for our final check-out, I saw Robert's and my image in a large mirror across the lobby. Robert was wearing shorts, sandals and USC Trojans t-shirt. Even in the mirror across the lobby, my erect nipples were obvious under the red halter top that covered my breasts and little else.
We made a strikingly handsome couple. While it was obvious that I was older than my 'date', I really could pass for twenty six or twenty seven years old. Robert looked to be in his early twenties. Yes, it was obvious I was a Cougar dating a younger man, but the difference between our ages did not look too extreme.
At six foot two inches in height, Robert towered over my five foot three inch frame. His muscular legs and chest revealed to the world that he had a marvelous, youthful body. But only I knew how impressive the bulge in his shorts was when it was fully 'deployed'.
Well, I guess that's not really true. I guess a true statement would be, 'Only a few dozen coeds back at school and I knew how impressive my stepson's cock was.'
I felt a sudden twinge of jealousy as I thought about the young women who had enjoyed Robert's charms before me.
And I would never say this to my stepson, but I did not like the thought that in a couple of months, he would be back on the USC campus 'sport fucking' these coeds with my penis. That's right, in the weeks since Robert and I first became intimate, I had come to think of his penis as belonging to me, his stepmother. I knew it was silly and perhaps warped, but that is how I felt.
I knew that it was normal and healthy for Robert to resume his sex life with girls his own age upon returning to school. In fact, the only way I could justify our relationship was a firm belief that at the end of the summer, things would return to normal.
But I was jealous nonetheless. I knew it was silly. I knew what Robert and I had was simply a summer fling. He was several years my junior. We were having a torrid affair, that he would remember for the rest of his life. I was having the affair that would actually define my life going forward. I felt a pang of jealousy and nostalgia wrapped together.
Objectively, I knew what I had with Robert was temporary, and fleeting. Emotionally, I was feeling a desire for a longer term commitment. I knew it was stupid. I knew it was unrealistic. But I wanted this relationship to continue. I was falling in love.
But I had come to accept the fact that I would cherish these memories, but they would soon be just that; memories. I felt a sudden sadness.
Finally, we made it to the front of the queue at the Avis counter. The young black counter attendant was obviously impressed by the manner in which my nipples poked through the red cotton material. I knew his name was Jerome from the Avis tag on his shirt. Jerome stared fairly shamelessly at my erect titties.
Because I had gotten myself slightly irritated by the thought of all the coeds who had been or would be my stepson's 'fuck buddies' soon, and I was feeling sad at the sudden thought that soon Robert's and my affair would be ending, I did something I almost never do. I certainly never do it in front of Robert. I flirted with someone else. It was harmless and relatively innocent, but it was completely out of character for me. Honestly, I do not even know what I was thinking at the time.
Jerome handed me the keys and instructed us that our vehicle was in space F-11, I decided to tease Robert and Jerome a little bit.
In my most flirtatious little girl voice, with a big smile, I said, "Jerome, do you know where we can pick up some sunscreen before we get on the highway? Robert insisted that I wear this halter top and I am afraid I could burn, driving all the way to the lodge in the convertible. I suppose I could just put on another top."
And then, in a manner that was totally inappropriate, I reached out and placed my hand on Jerome's hand and gave him a brief squeeze. Both Robert and Jerome looked a little shocked by my blatant flirtation. Jerome smiled back at me, then looking directly at my perky breasts, he replied, "Oh no, don't do that. That is a very flattering top. You improve the scenery every place you go. Get some sun screen instead. There is a grocery store just around the corner. You can get some sunscreen there."
"Thank you. I think I will do just that," I said, smiling one last time at Jerome.
Robert's expression revealed a level of anger that I had not seen before, but he remained silent while we were still at the counter. We exited the building and walked towards space F-11, where Jerome told us we would find our vehicle.
"What the fuck was that?" Robert asked with obvious irritation.
"Whatever are you referring to?" I asked coyly with feigned innocence.
"Mom, you know goddam well what I am talking about. You were coming on to that guy back there. You did everything but giving him a hand-job at the counter."
"Oh, baby. I was just having a little fun. I was just teasing you a little bit. Don't be mad. I'm sorry if you didn't think it was cute and sexy."
"I didn't like it. It made me look foolish."
"Foolish?"
"Yeah, foolish. It looked like my woman was 'on the prowl'; like I couldn't satisfy you. You acted like you were looking to upgrade at the Avis counter. I didn't like it one bit."
I realized that my little teasing and flirtation game had gone horribly wrong. Rather than thinking I was cute and sexy, I had hurt and offended Robert. I felt terrible.
"I see your point. It was stupid of me to tease you like that. I am sorry. It won't happen again. I promise."
Robert nodded but said nothing, indicating he accepted my apology, but he was still mad. I had inadvertently put a damper on the mood. I needed to work to correct this situation and not let it ruin our trip.
We arrived at our space and found the vehicle. It was a gorgeous car. We loaded our bags in the trunk. I handed the key to Robert and said, "Baby, why don't you drive?"
The smile on his face revealed the fact that he liked the idea of driving this sporty convertible. He was starting to thaw a bit from being mad. But he was not quite there yet.
Robert climbed in the driver's seat, put the top of the car down, started the engine and input the address of the lodge into the vehicle's GPS. I climbed into the passenger seat and we started our latest adventure.
We pulled out of the Avis lot a few minutes before eleven o'clock. It was a beautiful day, not a cloud in the sky. The temperature was a very pleasant eighty two degrees; perfect convertible weather.
I pulled my hair back into a pony tail, tying it tightly to keep my blond locks out of my face. I sat silently, trying to decide how I could get Robert back into the proper frame of mind for our trip.
It was a stupid stunt that I pulled back at the car rental place. I knew that I needed to repair the damage. But how?
It took us nearly an hour to get I-87 heading to our destination. We did not talk much while driving out of the city proper. Robert was still mad at the silly little flirtatious stunt I pulled back at the Avis counter. I feared that I had really screwed up. I was afraid that I had messed up the one fantasy weekend we had to be a true couple in public.
Once we got on the intestate, traffic started moving faster and wind was coming in the open convertible.
