Let me first give you a little background. I am the last of three children born to my parents. I was born on my mom’s 29th birthday. Because of that we have always had a special bond.
My parents went through a nasty divorce when I was 10. At the time I was never told why, other than my mom was moving 4 hours away and I would get to see her for a month in the summer. My older brother and sister were okay with this arrangement but I was devastated. Luckily, that month was always during our birthdays, so we got to celebrate together.
It was when we were celebrating my 16th birthday that Mom told me why she and my dad had gotten a divorce. It seems that throughout her life she had always thought she was a lesbian but hid the feelings because in our part of the country lesbians didn’t exist. She also told me that when I was 6 she met a woman who had hidden the same feelings for many years but had just come out of the closet, so to speak. She helped Mom open up and after four years, Mom decided that she needed to leave Dad. The only thing she regretted was that she had fought to take me with her but the when Dad brought up that she was a lesbian, the judge nixed the idea of me going with her.
After I graduated from high school I enrolled in the university where Mom lived. I did it because I was mad at my dad for not letting me have much access to her. Mom and I quickly became friends while I was in school. This brings me to the meat of the story, my 21st and her 50th birthday.
Mom had decided since this birthday was a big milestone for both of us that we should truly celebrate, and what better place for a guy turning 21 than Las Vegas. Mom made all of the arrangements including first class air-fare and accommodations at the Luxor Hotel, the pyramid-shaped hotel. On the plane, Mom told me that we had reservations for a Jacuzzi suite for the entire week. It did not surprise me about the room as Mom always liked to go first class.
I began to suspect something was up while on the plane. We were watching the movie and Mom asked the flight attendant for a blanket. Mom took the blanket and covered both of our laps. I told her I wasn’t cold but she went ahead and patted the blanket on my lap. As they lowered the cabin lights in first class, I felt Mom run her hand under the blanket and onto my lap. She told me that we were going to have the best week of our lives. I assumed she was talking about gambling and golf and the such. I had never thought she would have any other thoughts. Of course I had those thoughts about Mom because even though she was turning 50 she looked more like 35. She was in magnificent shape, without a sag, and the results of her boob job for her 40th birthday were still very present.