Let me give you a little back story, I’m Liam. I turned 18 last Thursday. My dad has never been in my life, he’s a crackhead and I think I’m better off not knowing him. I live with my nan, grandad and mum. My mum had me when she was 15 so it my nan stepped in and raised me, so I have a bit of weird relationship with me mum. Don’t get me wrong, she’s my mum and I love her to pieces but she’s like a fun mum if that makes sense whilst nan and grandad were more like traditional parents.
My mum works for a magazine as a journalist, well if you can call it that. She writes all that clickbait crap you see on Facebook.
But the story begins last Friday.
Like I said it had been my 18th birthday the day before and I had had some friends over for a few beers. I am not a massive fan of birthdays. However mum had been asked to review a holiday lodge in the forest. She had said that it would be a nice treat for us both. Whilst I didn’t think a weekend with just my mum was the best way to spend my birthday weekend I didn’t have a lot of better offers.
Mum is 33, she is single, and I have always felt guilty for that. I spoke to grandad about it once, he is not especially filtered. He told me he thought mum had kind of given up on finding a relationship because she knew she didn’t want me to feel pushed out. Nan and Grandad were like my parents so if mum had of met someone she would have probably moved out and I might have felt left behind. Well that’s what he thinks anyway.
Mum is a bit of a wing it type person. But she has a personality that can pull it off.
We hit the road midmorning and headed off to Forest Holidays, we pulled into the carpark and mum went to check in. She came back to the car to let me know that the marketing team wanted to have a brief chat with her. They had given the site she worked for the stay for free but in return they wanted a write up and it seemed like they wanted to have an influence on write up.
20 minutes turned into an hour before she finally came to the car. But she had a key in hand.
“Oh my god dude we’ve landed on our feet, we are in their best lodge. Two grand a weekend.”
“Jeeze who I’d rather 2 weeks in the sun” I replied
“One slightly awkward thing, but it will be fine. It’s the treehouse, apparently it’s their honeymoon suite so it’s been set up romantically”
“Fuck sake mum”
“What? I honestly didn’t know. I will take a few snaps for the article and then we can just make it normal”
We followed the lane down past all the lodges and it honestly felt like we had missed our stay.
“Have we missed it?” I muttered half under my breath
“She definitely said to follow the road down and I couldn’t miss it, Oh my god is that it”
There was a small arrow screwed to the tree with The Hideaway Treehouse written on it. Now to be fair this place looked insane. Like literally a treehouse built in a bunch of trees in the middle of the forest with rope bridges across to different parts.
We jumped out of the car and headed up the steps, I could see why this place was worth the money. We stepped inside and found that one who side of the wall was floor to ceiling glass letting you look into the forest, their was two bridges coming off from the cabin, one went across to another building with a kitchen and breakfast bar looking out across the forest and the other went across to a platform with a hot tub and a huge copper bath. It was insane – a jacuzzi in the trees.
But just one thing. There was only one bed. It was huge and heart shape.
“Where’s the other room” I asked
“I definitely thought they said there were two rooms”
Mum started scrolling through her phone.
“I’m really sorry I read it wrong, it says sleeps 2. I can see if there are any rooms at the travel lodge on the roundabout we past on to the way in and I’ll stay there”
“No mum honestly it’s fine, it’s a huge bed. Plus you need to be here for your write up. And it’s not really that weird”
Mum started taking some photos of the place whilst I brought our bags in. It’s not like we had needed to bring much.
It was already getting on so we chucked some pizza’s in the oven and chilled. We decided to try our the hot tub so I went into the ensuite to get in my swim shorts and headed out to get in whilst mum go changed.
It was so cool being high up a tree, with the air cool but being in a hot tub.
Mum climbed in and we began talking but I can’t really remember what about.
As the sky turned dark loads of fairy lights wrapped in the trees around us came on. You couldn’t see another soul whichever way you looked.
Then I spotted a signed nailed to the fence at the side of the hot tub. No body fluids in the hot tub please.
“Oh that’s shit, you can’t piss in here” I laughed
“I don’t think they are talking about piss there mate”
“What?”
“Think about it Liam, we are in the honeymoon suite.”
As dim as it might sound I was lost.
“I don’t get it”
“Cum, you can’t cum in the hot tub”
“AWWW, that’s gross do you think that’s what people do in here?”
“I guess so, but it’s clean so you can chill out”
After a while mum got cold and said she was heading in for a shower. I waited 20 minutes, wrapped myself in a towel and headed across the bridge to the cabin.
As I got inside I could see mum sat on the edge of the bed wearing a pyjama vest top and shorts. She wasn’t wearing a bra and I should see her nipples pressing against the fabric although her arm was definitely trying to hide it.
I grabbed my bag, pulled out a fresh pair of Calvin Kleins and then the thought hit me, I don’t wear pyjamas. I usually sleep in my boxers.
I headed to the shower, stripped off and instantly got a boner. Being 18 my hormones were working overtime and I had to fight the urge to jack off but the shower room was only frosted glass and mum was literally sat the other side of it.
When I got out of the shower I decided to wear my plain white t-shirt again so it wasn’t so awkward.
I headed into bed and scrolled on my phone before falling asleep.
