u/Slight_Cucumber3369

A couple of weeks ago, my son came home from the office looking equal parts excited and completely panicked. He works at a mid-sized marketing firm downtown, and he’d been bragging to the guys on his team about how he’d “bagged a hot MILF” as his girlfriend. He went into way too much detail, told them she was older, super curvy, confident, and that things between them were getting pretty serious and physical. The problem? None of it was true. He’s still single. Still a virgin. Just a lonely young guy trying to impress the older crowd at work. His boss believed every word.

At the end-of-year bonus meeting, the boss pulled him aside with a big grin and handed him a fancy envelope. “You’ve been doing great this year, and it sounds like you’ve got an amazing woman in your life. As a special bonus, we’re sending you and your girlfriend to the Sapphire Shores Couples Resort for a full week. All expenses paid luxury ocean-view suite, private beach, spa, the works. A few other teams from the firm are going too, so you’ll see some familiar faces. Enjoy the romantic getaway!”

Now we’re standing in the living room, and my son is practically begging me.

“Mom, please… I can’t show up alone. Everyone from work is going to be there. If I don’t bring someone, they’ll all know I was lying, and I’ll never live it down. It’s only one week. You have to pretend to be my girlfriend. Please?” I felt my stomach twist with nerves. My cheeks burned as I stared at the brochure, all those photos of couples holding hands on the beach, romantic dinners, private hot tubs, and one big king bed in every suite. The thought of pretending to be his girlfriend 24/7, right in front of his coworkers, made my heart pound.

“Baby… I really don’t know about this,” I said softly, my voice shaky. “This feels so wrong. I’m your mom, for God’s sake. What if someone realises something’s off? What if we make a mistake and they find out? And… sharing a room the whole time? Sharing one bed for seven nights? That’s… that’s a lot. I’m not sure I can do this.” He kept pleading, eyes desperate. “Mom, please. I swear I’ll keep it easy. We’ll only act like a couple when people are around. I really need this.” I stood there biting my lip. My mind was racing. Part of me wanted to shut this down immediately, but seeing how terrified he was of being embarrassed at work… I just couldn’t say no. So now we’re packing for this couple's resort trip. I keep telling myself it’s only to help my son save face at work. But deep down, I’m already anxious about how easy it might start to feel… me in sundresses and bikinis, leaning close to him at dinner, whispering into his ear while his coworkers are watching.

I wonder how long I’ll be able to pretend this is just for him...

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