Chapter 8

Monica took her son to a nice restaurant. A hot middle-aged mom out with an attractive teenaged boy resulted in more than a few whispers amoung other patrons.

“I saw them setting up for the tri-city carnival over at the fairgrounds today.” Alex said as they ate.

“Mmm, I love that fair. We should go this year.” Monica answered.

“Dad hates that fair. He says he doesn’t trust all those creepy carny people that put those rides together.”

Monica took a sip up wine. “Well then your dad can stay home and you and I’ll go.”

Alex chuckled. “And I’m sure Maria will want to tag along.”

“Well too bad. I’m sure she’ll be going with her friends like she did last year. I refuse to listen to her or you dad whine every time you and I want to spend time alone together.”

Monica cell phone went off and she looked at it. “Speaking of your father…shit, I forgot to call him before we left.”

Monica answered and Alex listened to her conversation while he ate.

“Hey, honey…yeah I’m sorry…things just got really busy. How are you doing?”

John sat in his hospital bed on the phone with the ballgame on. “Ready to get out of this damn hospital and eat some real food.”

“I bet. Did they say what time they’re bringing you home tomorrow?”

“No, they just said sometime in the morning. What are you guys up to tonight?” John asked.

“Well, right now Alex and I are out to dinner at Seasons. Mom took Maria for the night.”

John seemed surprised. “Seasons huh, pretty expensive night out.”

“Yeah well, Alex’s been a big help lately. I wanted to take him somewhere special.”

John glanced down at the honeymoon photograph on his lap. “Well I heard he got to see his mom in a pretty provocative bikini today…wasn’t that special enough?”

“Well I don’t know…I guess you’d have to ask him how special it was.” Monica said, looking across the table and giving her son a wink.

Alex took a bite of his dinner and seemed confused. “How special what was?”

John didn’t seem amused. “Come on Monica, do you really think that’s something you should be wearing around him? I mean it’s hardly modest even by today’s standards.”

Monica forced a smile. “John, I really can’t have this conversation with you right now. Alex and I are gonna finish eating and take a walk along the beach, so call me in the morning just before they bring you home okay?”

“Alright…well enjoy your dinner, tell Alex I love him and I can’t wait to see you guys tomorrow.”

Monica gazed across at her son with a tender smile. Her bright green eyes radiating pure love. 

“I will. Sweet dreams, hon.”

“You too. Love you babe.” John said.

On the way home Monica was kinda quiet. Alex glanced over at her. “You ok, Mom…you seem upset?”

“No, sweetie, I’m fine. I just…I could really use that walk on the beach. You game?”

A few minute later Monica slipped off her heels and took her son by the hand, leading him onto the moonlit beach.

“Wow, it’s really pretty out here at night…and empty.” Alex said.

“It’s magical. Places like this make me think of all my hopes and dreams…everything I still want out of life.” Monica said.

Alex glanced over at her and noticed how graceful she moved, even in the sand. The swell of her big busts seemed to tremble with each step. 

“So what is it you still want out of life?”

Monica thought about it for a moment. “I want love…I want passion…I want intimacy….I want more pleasure and more babies…”

“More babies…really?” Alex asked.

“Of course, I’m only 38, goofball. I would love to get pregnant again,” she said, squeezing his hand.

“So do you think dad…”

“Do I think dad what?” Monica asked.

“Oh, never mind.”

Monica stopped and faced her son. “Do I think dad will be able to get me pregnant?”

“Yeah.”

Monica seemed somber, yet hopeful. “I don’t know yet. With this whole paralysis thing I…I just don’t know.”

“Well dad loves you…I’m sure he will if he can.”

Monica gazed at her son and nodded.

 “Yeah well, this is our time together right now, so I really don’t wanna talk about your father okay?

Alex nodded.

Monica moved in for a big tit-squashing hug. Rather than separate, she rested her head against her son’s shoulder. Alex slid his hand onto her soft well rounded hips.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“For what?”

“For being my strength through all this,” she said.

Her warm fleshy tits felt so good mashed against Alex’s chest. “You don’t have to thank me, Mom. It’s just what son’s do.”

“I know…but the past few days I feel like you’ve been more than a son,” she said, pulling back and gazing into his eyes. “You’ve been my best friend.”

Alex smiled. “That’s cool that we can be like that.”

“Yes it is.” Monica said, then raised up on her tip-toes and gave him a soft peck on the lips. 

“Let’s go home,” she whispered.

A half hour later Alex was crawling into the giant king-sized bed that filled their bedroom. Sleeping in the same bed as his mom would be sort of strange, yet exciting all at the same time.