Jon was just thinking of taking inventory of all the people that were here. Since most of the groups weren't families it's easy to assume that there were couples or groups of friends that would bunk together. Just as he was thinking of seeing who he could find the door to the cabin Sarah had walked away from opened and Mrs. McMillan, Sarah's mother, walked out and strolled up to Jon with a grin on her face.
"Uh, hi Mrs. McMillan. I didn't expect to meet you here." Jon greeted her a little awkwardly.
"Oh, I'm here on a 'mother-daughter retreat at the spa'." She emphasized that that was their 'story'.
"So, you aren't here with your husband?" Jon wondered.
"Do you come here with your family?" Mrs. McMillan was trying to tease Jon.
"Yep, every year." Jon answered truthfully. At least, that's what Zoe had said about this. Jon was finding it hard not to look at Sarah's mother. Her slightly saggy milf body was on proud display for him. Her hip lean, and thrust out breasts were making him more awkward than not.
"I'm impressed. Your family must be so close." She looked where Sarah had stomped off to with sadness. "To be honest with you Jon I was hoping that coming here again was going to bring us closer together."
"You and Sarah have been here before?" Jon was shocked. This entire day was full of surprises.
"Once. Half a year ago. It was the only time she opened up about her life to me that I could remember." She sighed. "Sharing beds with strangers seemed to loosen her lips a little."
Jon chuckled at her phrasing. Mrs. McMillan blushed and nudged him.
"You know I heard everything that you and my daughter talked about." She finally spoke what Jon had been wondering.
Jon sighed. He was caught.
"Guilty as charged." He shrugged. "Sorry in advance for angering your daughter."
"From what I heard, she needed someone to kick her where it hurt." She grinned at him. "God knows I wish someone had when I was her age."
"You're not mad?" Jon was surprised at his conversation with her. Mostly he had just seen her as the distant rich model that she was, not a loving mother who was worried for her daughter.
"Hmm. Maybe I should make you pay for the headache I'll have to deal with later." She heavily blushed and brought her hand down to Jon's thigh. "Can you think of something that you, a young energetic man, could do to make it up to me?"
