At the bar they sit sipping on their respective wines and enjoy a moment or two of silence. The sexual tension in the air between mother and son is thick with anticipation.
Ellen notices how her son’s eyes keep flickering down to her chest. Normally, she would ignore such a thing, but being a bit tipsy and feeling playful she decides to tease him a bit.
“So . . . you are not running out of the room in horror at seeing your mother in her sexy underwear.”
“Mom . . . Jeez you look fantastic. I can’t believe what an idiot dad is for leaving you.”
“He found better.”
“No way. Better than you? How so?”
“Younger, prettier and ahh nicer . . . you know, bigger tits.”
“Mom . . .”
She cuts him off deciding on a bold course of action. “Save it hon. I am getting cold now.”
“So, maybe you ought to . . . you know, put your robe on.”
“Do you really want me to do that?” Her voice is soft and sweet . . . teasing even.
He considers his answer carefully. She is drunk and obviously feeling highly emotional. If he says yes it may hurt her feelings, like maybe he really wants her to cover up because she doesn’t look so good. On the other hand, if he says no maybe she thinks he is a bit of a pervert wanting to see his mother in her sexy underwear.
He quickly decides on taking the risk of seeming perverted. He looks at her seriously and quietly says, “No.”
“Good. Then let’s move over to the sofa so we can cuddle, if you want that is?”
“Of course.”
Cuddling close together on the couch they again enjoy a few minutes of reflective silence before Ellen breaks it.
“This is nice and comfortable being in your arms hon. I could just sink off to sleep you know.”
“Really . . . you wanna sleep here tonight next to me, Mom?”
“You wouldn’t mind?”
“No,” he replies secretly delighted at the thought of spending the entire night cuddling with his mother.
“But it’s a bit unfair you know.” Ellen unwinds herself from his arms as she stands up.
“What is?”
She gets to her feet pulling him with her. “Oh, just that you are still fully dressed.”
“Yeah, so?” he says nervously knowing that he is more than a little firm down there.
“Do you normally sleep fully dressed, Tommy?”
“C’mon, Mom, you know I sleep in my boxers.”
She smiles at him brightly trying to put him at ease before her next teasing comment. “Well then what are you waiting for. Come on . . .” She boldly reaches out and starts to undo his belt. “Don’t be such a shy little boy around your mother. Get undressed and join me under the throw.”
She lets his belt, undone now, slip from her hands as she plops back down on the sofa pulling the dark burgundy throw blanket from the back of the sofa around her shoulders while turning her back on him.
Ellen hears him pull off his tee shirt as she picks up her wine glass. When she hears his jeans hit the floor her heart begins to race as she polishes off the balance of her wine.
Settled quietly under the blanket, wrapped inside the warm cocoon of each other arms, Ellen sighs as Thomas wraps his arms around her.
“Hey hon, how about you give your mom a nice little shoulder and neck massage,” she says after a minute. He readily agrees slipping off the sofa onto his knees.