"Chipper as one can be under the circumstances I guess." He smiled.
Dolores stepped over and sat on his bedside.
"Well I just came from your place, Alex and Monica's room is looking wonderful. You should see them...they're so cute...like young newlyweds setting up their new bedroom together."
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."
"I still don't think it's necessary," he said, shaking his head.
"You should be thankful. They're working their asses off today to make sure you have a comfortable room at home. I hope you appreciate the sacrifice that they're making."
"I'd appreciate being able to share a room with my wife."
Dolores glared at him.
"Well, sweetheart, maybe you should have thought about these things before you went and played soldier and got yourself all banged up."
"Oh I'm sorry Dolores, I was out defending my country. What was I thinking," he answered sarcastically.
Dolores reached in her purse and pulled out the photograph.
"Oh, before I forget I told Monica I'd bring this over for you to look at."
John smiled when he saw the picture. He and his wife looked so young and happy in it.
"It's our honeymoon. I haven't seen this picture in years."
Dolores gazed at her daughter in the picture. "Wasn't she beautiful and she still looks just as dazzling in that little pink bikini. She was modeling it for Alex when I got to the house."
"She was wearing that bikini? In front of Alex?" John asked.
"Well John, maybe you've been too busy to notice, but Alex isn't a little boy anymore. He's more than old enough to handle seeing a gorgeous big breasted woman in a skimpy bikini."
"Well yeah, but when the gorgeous women is his mother, then that's a different story."
"Well darling let's be realistic, Monica may be his mother, but they're sharing a bedroom now. Alex's probably going to be seeing her in all sorts of skimpy things and chances are there will be times he even sees her completely naked." Dolores explained.
"No, you're wrong. Monica would never let that happen."
"Oh sweetie, I wouldn't be so sure about that. You and I both know that Monica is completely comfortable with her body. In fact I wouldn't be surprised if young Alex has already seen her in the nude."
John was getting a tad bit irritated at this point. "That may be the case, but I think she has a bit more modesty around her son than that."
"Well, I can tell you one thing for sure...that bikini she was wearing for him today sure wasn't covering much." Dolores countered.
"Yeah well, I guess I'll have to talk to her about that." John said.
Dolores giggled and rubbed her son-in-law's shoulder. "You do that, darling."
Late that afternoon Alex arrived back at the house after taking his sister to ballet. He and Maria entered the bedroom to find his mom straightening out one of her drawers. Other than that the room was finished.
Monica turned towards her son with a smile. "Tah-dah!" She said proudly.
The bedroom was bright and feminine. There were a few floral arrangements here and there and big fluffy white down on the bed, with delicate lace.
"Wow, this looks great, Mom." Alex said.
"You think so?"
Again, Maria stuck out her bottom lip. "Noo fair, I want mom to share my room with meeee."
"Speaking of your room, it's a disaster, young lady...let's get it clean okay?"
"Can you help me?" Maria pleaded.
"Go in and get started, I'll be in a few minutes to check up on you."
Maria hung her head low and marched to her own bedroom. Grinning from ear to ear, Monica motioned for her son to follow her to the closet. In the front half hung all of her clothing, but the back half, separated by a semi-transparent curtain divider, was Alex's retreat.
"As promised, I left you a little man-cave," she said with a giggle.
"Sweet," he smiled, pulling back the curtain to see his little space, which was just big enough for his swing chair and a few other things.
"Guess what?" Monica asked him, seeming anxious.
"What?"
"Your Grandma offered to take Maria for the night so you and I can go on a date."
Alex gave her a strange smile. "A date?"
"Yeah, you know...dinner, maybe a walk along the beach. Come on, it's Friday night...it'll be fun."
Alex giggled a little and nodded. "Okay I guess."
Later that evening Dolores came to get Maria and Monica and Alex got dressed up to go out. Since it was still warm out Alex decided on a pair of khaki shorts and a polo.
Maria rushed out the front door. "I'll be in the car Grandma."
"Okay, Pumpkin." Dolores said.
Dolores stepped up to her Grandson. "I think you've really made an impression on your mother here lately," she said, straightening his collar.
"Boys who make an impression on their mother can sometimes find themselves on the receiving end of something very special."
Dolores gave him a smiling wink. "Have fun tonight...and don't be afraid to romance her."
Alex was watching baseball in the living room when he heard the click of his mom's heels coming down the hallway.
"Ready to hit the town, handsome?" She asked.
Monica sashayed towards her son in a black knit, stretch-fit mini-dress, which had a sleeveless, tie-back halter top. It looked as though it were sculpted around her curves. She had on a little make-up, but didn't need much. Her feet were arched in a dainty pair of black mini-platform leather sandals, with 4 ½ inch spiked heels.
Alex's heart beat heavy as his eyes traveled from her sexy little feet up her smooth luscious legs.
"Wow, you look great, Mom."
She fed him a flirty little smile, raising one eyebrow. "You look pretty good yourself, Romeo."