I retired to my room and stripped. I stood before my closet, trying to decide what to wear. I knew that mom would rather prefer me in my birthday suit... yet I pulled a boxer short. My cock was rock hard with zeal and I found it very difficult to hide my hardness within the brief precincts of my shorts.I entered mother's bedroom silently. Mom was still asleep. Her delicate figure was hidden beneath a white sheet that was effectively adhering to her cavernous body, highlighting her exquisite. Agh, that seriously sucks.Well... I don't think I'm dead yet. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to talk to myself like this. Unless I'm in the afterlife?Can't know for sure until I get my ass up, I guess.C'mon John. It's time to wake up.I blinked my eyes open.Everything in my vision was hazy as shit. I could barely see anything in front of me. Looked like a white-ish ceiling though.Fuck man, was I dead?Wait... No, I was still kicking.I looked down to see a heavy blanket covering me. A hospital. She welcomed me in and told me that no ones home and they will be back in 30 odd minutes. So told me if I want I can wait, so I decided to wait and she said she is doing some stuff up stairs so if I want I can wait upstairs so I wont get bored down alone.So that was the first time ever I was talking with her alone, when no one was around, and I could express my feelings and I could speak my heart out. To tell you she was wearing a short and a tee and was looking too hot. This was the first time. John had ahurried conversation with one of the passing men; “Hesaid that the police patrol this beach around fouro’clock every day so we all have to go!” I started to dress quickly but not fast enough, Johnand I were the last two on the beach just as the policelaunch slipped around the headland. John and I werequestioned and asked for passports and such, of coursewe didn’t have them with us on the beach so the policehad to check with our hotel that we were who we said.