My Son is Growing up, and My Husband is Growing Down

Chapter 1
Meet the Jones

You know, my friends always told me that watching your children grow up is the hardest thing that any parent has to do, but when you’re me, you had something to take the edge off.

Let start first with some names. My name is Jessica Jones, a 36-year-old waitress at Applebees in my small town. I’m five foot, three inches with blonde hair that I keep short so it doesn’t go in the food I serve. I still have my perky, c-cup breasts, and I’m told that I look quite young for my age. Some have even mistaken me for a famous model, which I humbly deny.

“Honey! Have you seen that old camping tent we have” my husband asked.

I turned away from the bathroom mirror to look at my handsome husband, James Jones. James is about 5 foot, 8 inches, and has cherry red hair. I could get lost in those onyx eyes of his for hours on end. He’s also very muscular, and keeps in great shape. His jaw line is just slightly pushed out, giving him a sort of defined look. He’s 37 years old at this time, but soon that will all change.

“Oh you, I threw that old thing out three years ago,” I told him playfully, as I turned back to the mirror to finish fixing my hair.

I suddenly felt a pair of strong arms wrapped around my abdomen and smelled mint flavor breath mints. My breath caught in my throat as I felt a pair of warm lips touch the skin of my neck. James started to kiss my neck as he spoke in the soft voice that drives me wild!

“Are you sure you threw it out?” he asked playfully as he moved his lips up my neck.

Over the 15 years we have been married, James learned how to push all of my buttons. While I learned almost nothing about this handsome man behind me.

“Hmm, I’m sure, honey,” I moaned in his right ear.

He fell silent as his lips moved up to my left ear and he began nibbing on it. I moaned louder as I felt a shiver explode down my entire body. I have to say this about my husband, he knows how to turn a gal on.

“Mommy? Daddy? What are you doing?”

We both suddenly froze, our eyes widening to saucer size. We both turns our heads, and looked at our seven year old son, Johnny Jones. Johnny looked a lot like me, but he had his father’s eyes. He’s about three feet, nine inches, but I have a feeling he’s going to have a growth spurt anytime now.

“We’re just doing mommy and daddy stuff, champ,” my husband said quickly, as he ruffled Johnny’s hair.

Sometimes I have found having a son is just as bothersome as it is rewarding. We couldn’t be as kinky as when we were first married and sometimes, that’s a real downer. But still, I couldn’t imagine what life would be like without either of my boys.

“Now go get ready, champ, we leave in a few hours,” James said in a kind voice.

Johnny just smiled and nodded his head. He then hurried off to his room to get ready. My husband let out an easy sigh and then looked at me with a smile, that said, ?we’ll finish this tonight”.

“So, did you really throw away the tent?” he asked curiously.

I just giggled at this. James can be easy to fool at times, it wasn’t even fun anymore. I just giggled harder when I noticed his confused eyes, staring at me.

“Silly, you put it in the basement, like you usually do after we go camping,” I said playfully.

My husband just smiled and then muttered as he left, ”I’m such a block head.”

I just giggled again as I turned back to the mirror to finish up fixing my hair. After that, I went to change out of my nightgown and into my usual camping attire. I came out into the living room wearing a pair of jeans shorts, a plaid shirt, and hiking boots.

I wasn’t surprised in the least to see Johnny eagerly waiting to leave by the door. He was more excited about this trip than his father. He was so much like his father when he got excited, it sometimes made me laugh.

James come up from the basement a few minutes later, carrying the tent in his hands. Immediately, Johnny was on him firing questions fasting then a gun shoots bullets.

“When are we going? Can we go now? Huh, huh?” Question after question left my son’s lips and it just made me giggle.

My husband also joined in the laughter and then replied heartily, ”Soon, champ, soon. We just need to make some last minute checks, and then we’re off.”

Johnny moaned and hanged his head, which just caused me to break into a smile. I scooped my son up into my arms and hugged him, which he returned with full force.

“Don’t worry, my little angel, we’ll be there soon, I promise,” I reassured my son confidently. “But you have to be patient, okay?”

My son just smiled at me. That smile always melts my heart and makes me want to hold onto him forever. He nodded his head and then I let him go. After that I started to help James with the loading, so we didn’t have to make Johnny wait much longer. Finally after an hour, we were off on a camping trip that would change everyone in my family for life.