“I’ll give you a swift kick in the ass if you don’t be quiet and aren’t nicer to me.” He replied laughing.
I joined the two of them saying sort of disgustedly, “What now hot shot?”
“OK, you don’t have to join us if you are going to act that way.” He chided me as he pulled something from his jacket pocket.
I could see the logo of AIR FRANCE on what he was holding in his hands and leapt across the table at him shouting, “We’re going to France! Is that right Nick, you have tickets for us to go to France?”
Mom came around the end of the table and hung on his neck while kissing his ear saying, “You really are quite a nice guy Mr. Nick.”
“Mom did you say Mr. Dick?” I joked.
“Might as well for if he really has air tickets for us to go to France I won’t let his cock go all night. I might even let him fuck my ass again.” She said joyfully.
“LADIES, it’s my turn to speak. Yes, I have three first class tickets to France. We all have our passports from earlier trips abroad so that wont be a problem and I have made reservations for a week for us at a super hotel in Paris and then we will have another two weeks to tour more of the country. I have already arranged for the time off from work for me and Sandy you can do that with your job in the morning. Jeannie, all you have to do is to look pretty and do the shopping you girls will need. NOW let me warn both of you. DON’T go crazy buying wardrobe items. The airline has weight restrictions on baggage and I know that I’ll get stuck putting the stuff in and out of a rental car so you are each going to be limited to one big rolling suitcase and one large carryon. That’s it!”
Mom put on a little show of pouting but then leaped up on him, knocking him back onto the table saying, “If Sandy hadn’t grabbed you and I had been fifteen years younger I would have done so myself. You are a great guy.”
Nick answered, “Hell you both have the best of it. Someone else to fuck me when you get tired of it.”
“Fortunately neither of us get tired of fucking you.” I said as I stroked his crotch.
“Hey, can we at least sit around and talk about all we are going to see? Mom, as you know, I love to travel and I am getting excited about it already. Nick, you never even told us when we are going.”
“Matter of fact I didn’t. How would tomorrow suit you?” he said with a huge shit eating grin plastered all over his face. “That would cut down your shopping trips wouldn’t it? Just kidding ladies. We will be going two weeks from tomorrow. OK?”
We sat around chatting about all of the tourist things we had heard of in Paris and Nick threw out a couple of the brochures he had picked up in the travel agency. It looked as if there were going to be more things for us to see than we were going to have time to see them.
It was my turn to lay down some laws; after all he is my husband. Right?
“Guys, I damn sure don’t want this trip to be one of those, “If it’s Tuesday it must be Belgium” after that book I had read some years ago. Let’s not plan on trying to see so much we don’t really see anything. How about if each of us list the things we want to see and we can compare them. I am betting we will all list basically the same places. We can then try and plan out how far each place is from the rest and try and get a sensible route planned through the city’s highlights. OK?”