"And I have you to thank for that, honey. You're my inspiration," she replied and kissed me on the cheek. "I wish your dad would work out with us."

Dad was a little older than Mom, 40, and was overweight. As a loan officer at the bank, he spent too much time sitting behind a desk. "Good luck getting him to exercise," I said. Dad was a sedentary kind of guy.

Mom sighed. "I know, but I worry about his health." Then she brightened up and added, "Speaking of your dad, a funny thing happened yesterday."

"What?"

Mom giggled. "I told Jessica that you're my husband," she said. Jessica was Mom's best friend at college.

"What?! Why would you do that?"

"I didn't mean to. It was an accident," she replied and giggled again. "Jess knows I'm married, and when she saw your photo on my phone, she assumed that you're my husband."

"Why didn't you correct her?" I asked.

Mom looked at me like I was a dunce. "Your dad isn't very believable as the husband of a young college girl, Gary!"

That was true. 40-year-old overweight men with receding hairlines rarely are married to college freshmen. "So you let her think your 18 year old son is your husband?" I asked.

"Has Dad agreed to this trip?"

"Not yet. I was hoping you'd help me convince him tonight."

That evening at dinner, Mom told Dad, "Honey, I want to go to spring break with Jessica. She and Brad are going to Fort Lauderdale."

Dad grimaced. "Amy, I don't want to spend my vacation with a bunch of wild college kids."

"I know you don't," Mom answered with a smile. "We'll go on our regular vacation in the summer. Spring break is just for me."

Dad's eyebrows raised. "You want to go to spring break alone?"

Mom shook her head. "Not alone. With my friend Jessica and her boyfriend Brad. And with Gary."

"Gary?" Dad looked at me. "Do you want to go to spring break?" He thought about his question for just a moment, then said, "Stupid question. All 18-year-old boys want to go to spring break." Dad looked back and forth between me and Mom for a minute then said, "Alright. I don't see any reason why not. The two of you can take care of each other and make sure you don't get into trouble."

Mom squealed, jumped up and hugged Dad. "Thank you, Mark! Gary and I will take good care of each other."

She didn't tell him that her friends thought I was her husband, and I sure wasn't going to say anything. It was too strange to mention.

SUNDAY

The morning we were to leave for spring break, Mom kissed Dad goodbye at the door. He was going to play golf with his friends. "Thanks again for letting me go," Mom said.

"You're welcome. Have fun but don't drink too much and don't do drugs," he urged.

"We won't," she assured him. One more kiss and he left. She closed the door and turned to me. "Ready for a fun week, Gary?"

"Yeah, Mom. This should be a blast."

She hugged me and looked up into my eyes. I was about 4 inches taller. "No more calling me 'Mom', dummy," she scolded. "I'm your wife this week, remember? You have to call me Amy. Say it. Amy."

"So you're married and have a house and you're still in high school?" Brad asked me.

"Yeah, I graduate in May," I answered.

"Cool," he responded with admiration.

It was Brad's SUV and he felt most comfortable driving. So he drove for 3 hours, then took a break while Jess drove for an hour or so. Then he drove again. It was fine with me. I think driving is boring.

I dozed off on the back seat, and when I woke Mom was stretched out on the seat with her head on my lap. Jessica noticed that I was awake and softly said, "You two are so cute together. It's obvious how much she loves you."

I blushed. "Thanks. I really love her too."

Mom must have been awake because she cheerfully said, "That's so sweet, honey." She reached up and pulled my head down to hers. Her lips met mine in a scorching kiss that lasted for at least a minute and left me breathless.

Jessica giggled. "I think you dazed him with that one, Amy."

Mom giggled too and scooted up to sit on my lap. "That's the way I like him best, dazed and confused, and I work hard to keep him that way," she teased. Her head rested on my shoulder.

A pretty girl on your lap always feels good, even if it's your mom. I loosely wrapped my arms around her waist and we snuggled.

"Aww, so cute," Jess cooed from the front seat.

It was close to midnight when we finally made it to Fort Lauderdale. When we checked in, I was stunned to learn that we all were sharing one room. "We don't have our own room?" I asked Mom.

"No, silly. That's the whole reason Jessica invited us. To split the cost of the room so she and Brad could afford to come. There's nothing wrong with a man and wife sharing a room with another couple," she dismissed my concerns.

My eyes boggled. "You don't mind sharing a bed with me?" I whispered.

Mom looked at me puzzled, then reached out and tousled my hair. "Stop being silly. This week we're married, so it's fine. Now get with the program, Gary. If you don't start acting like a loving husband, Jessica and Brad will know something is wrong."

MONDAY

When I woke I was spooned against Mom's back. We were still on our sides, but I must have snuggled up to her in the night. My arm was draped over her stomach, so I lifted it in embarrassment. Mom grabbed it and put it back around her. "Don't move," she twisted her head to me and whispered. "It's comforting to be with you like this. Did you sleep well?"

"I slept great," I whispered. And I did. I slept through the night like a log.

Mom smiled. "Me too."

Brad and Jessica got up and went into the bathroom to shower together. Mom rolled over to face me. "This is a lot less awkward than I thought it would be," Mom said softly. "I like cuddling with my boy."

"I like it too," I confided. I struggled to keep my morning hard-on from pressing against Mom's perfect ass.

When Brad and Jessica were done in the bathroom, Mom told me to use it next. I shat, showered, shaved and put on my red swim trunks.

Mom used the bathroom last, and came out wearing a new bikini. "What do you think?" she asked and wagged her hips in a saucy way at me.

"Jesus, Amy! That's hot!" I exclaimed. Small triangles held her round fake tits and the bikini bottom was cut very low. She turned around and I saw that the back only covered a fraction of her tight little butt.

"It is hot," Jessica agreed.

Brad put his eyes back in his head and rolled his tongue back into his mouth. "Yeah. It's hot," he simply said.

Both girls giggled and Mom hugged me. The beach was full of pretty college girls, but in that bikini Mom attracted a ton of attention. Guys eyed her with lust as she sauntered around until we found an empty patch of sand for our blankets.

A big group of college kids were having a splash battle in the ocean. The four of us quickly joined in.

The splash battle intensified when Jessica and another girl jumped on Brad and pushed him underwater. He came up sputtering and everyone laughed. In retaliation, several guys tackled their girlfriends and dunked them.

"Yeah babes, you look great," Brad agreed. Jessica gave him a kiss, so Mom smirked at me and planted one on my lips too. I didn't flinch or anything. She's a good kisser.

Mom happily took my arm and we went to a nice restaurant for dinner. We went to a nightclub after.

The club was an upscale one. They played "American standards" music, like Sinatra, and it was all slow-dancing. Brad and Jessica went right on the floor to dance, but I wasn't confident in my ability so I didn't ask Mom. She kept looking at me, expecting me to ask her, but I just watched the others.

A big heavy guy who looked like an offensive lineman came right up to Mom and said, "Come on, babe. Let's dance." He took her hand and pulled her toward the dance floor. She looked back at me but I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to stop her from dancing and having a good time if she wanted to.

The guy drew her into his arms and danced them into the crowd. I tried to keep an eye on her but the other dancers got in the way. Two, then three songs passed and Mom didn't return. I started to get mad. Mad at myself for not asking her to dance and at her for leaving me here alone and dancing with that guy.

Mom came back into view and I saw that the asshole had a big hand on her ass. I rushed out to her. "That's enough," I told the guy.

He sneered at me. "Beat it, wimp. The girl is with me."

"If you don't take your hands off my wife, I'm going to break your fucking nose," I threatened.

The asshole looked like he wouldn't mind a fight, but Mom told him, "Thank you for the dances, Frank, but my husband will take over now." To his credit he backed away without a fight.

Mom had a little smirk on her lips that annoyed me. I gathered her in my arms and danced with her. She leaned in, pressing the full length of her curvy body against mine, and whispered in my ear, "What took you so long?"