John had just graduated with decent, but not stellar grades. School had been difficult for John and I was very proud of him. I wanted to give him a special graduation present, but I couldn't afford the car he wanted. So I came up with something else. We would go to dinner the next Friday. It would be a nice, formal dinner at a good restaurant.
After a full week of no school, John was still reveling in his freedom. But he also looked forward to dinner with Mom. It would be just the two of us, no Dad, no brother, no sister.
On Friday, John made sure he had his best shirt to wear, since this was a nice restaurant we were going to. I dressed up in a nice light blue blouse and a medium length blue skirt. It was the restaurant for one of the five star hotels by the airport. At five o'clock, we left the house for the restaurant.
We asked for a table for two and were given a quiet, romantic booth. It wasn't really necessary, but would allow us to talk. We sat with our backs to the wall, looking over the restaurant and out the windows at the planes taking off.
The waiter asked for our drink order. "I'll have a glass of your house red wine. Would you like a beer, honey?" I asked John. That was John's first clue that tonight was special. And, that he wasn't a school kid any more.
The waiter interrupted. "Are you his mother, Ma'am?" In our state, parents are allowed to purchase alcohol for their children, 18-21.
"Yes, I am. Go ahead and give him a draft." The waiter left to fill our drink order.
"Thanks, Mom. I wasn't really expecting that."
"No problem, John. I'm proud of you. You deserve this night."
As we ate we talked about his plans for the future. He didn't have a girlfriend at the time. I tried to get him to talk about the ladies in his life, but he was a little guarded on the subject. After dinner, we continued to drink and watch planes.
By 10 o'clock, we were ready to leave and I asked the passing waiter for the check. John didn't notice that I had charged it to my room. But the waiter did and raised a questioning eyebrow at me.
John and I got up to leave and passed through the lobby.
"This way, Mom," John said to me, pointing toward the door.
"No, I got a room." I explained, waving my room key card. "We've had too much to drink for either of us to drive," I told him. I continued toward the elevators and John changed course.
Alone in the elevator, John asked me, "Did you plan on us drinking? You didn't have time to check in."
"I don't know. I planned something."
When we got to the room, I unlocked the door and waved John ahead of me. With John in front of me, I started unbuttoning my blouse. The door was slowly swinging shut on its own, so with the other I hand I helped it close faster.
John surveyed the room and its two double beds. He had not yet turned around. "Which bed do you want, Mom?" he asked as he unbuttoned his own shirt.
"I don't care, which one do you want?" as I pulled off my blouse.
"I'll take that one, by the window," he replied.
"That'll be different. Normally, your father sleeps on that side." John still didn't catch on. He set his shirt on 'his' bed and I put my blouse on what I considered the 'other' bed. I unhooked my bra. So much for picking out a pretty, matching set of sheer underwear. John turned around and sat on the bed to take off his shoes. Looking up, he saw me take off the bra and set it with my blouse.
To his widening eyes, I told him, "If you put your shirt on this other bed, we won't wrinkle it during the night."
"Are we sleeping in the same bed?" he asked nervously.
"No since in getting both beds messed up. It's a double bed, there's room for us." By this time I had moved between the two beds. I slipped off my heels and kicked them toward the night stand. John finally had his shoes off. He moved to the other side of the bed so I couldn't see the front of him as he took off his pants. I figured he intended to sleep in his underwear, like always.
John took off his pants and asked, "Mom could you put my pants on the other bed." He turned to hand them to me, but I was busy taking off my panties.
"MOM! What are you doing?"
"I'm getting ready for bed. I like sleeping nude, especially on clean, crisp linen. Try it." I took his pants and after placing them on the bed, stood there nude. It took John a moment to recover from the sight of his mother, nude. "Go ahead. It's not like I've never seen you naked, I am your mother after all."
"Huh, well, okay, Mom." he said nervously. The alcohol had eased his inhibitions some. Otherwise, he may have objected to sleeping nude with his mother. He slipped under the covers. But, I was still able to catch a glance at the tent in his underwear. John removed his underwear under the privacy of the covers. Bringing them out of the covers, I took them from him and tossed them on the other bed. The bed hadn't been turned down, so I folded the bedspread down.
Realizing I was going to climb into bed with someone not my husband, I decided to make a phone call.
"Hello"
"Hi, Babe. It's me."
"Yea, what's up?"