'Honey, I am sorry. I should have checked my email yesterday. Coach would like to meet with you tomorrow.'
'What about?'
'He doesn't say but my guess is to offer you a scholarship.'
'Really? We have to drive four hours to hear that? Why can't he just say it in an email, call or text me?'
Jeez, this generation abhors in person meetings. He would be perfectly happy to receive a DM.
'I understand, that is the way he handles the offers... and turn downs.'
'Do you think that is why? He is going to say no? Make us drive four hours to hear no?'
I really doubt it.
Chad is a top ten Division -1 football prospect. Schools are drooling over him. In a nationally televised high school event, with three seconds to go in the state championship game, he scored the game winning touchdown. He has at least fifteen offers of full scholarships.
'I don't think so. Isn't this your top choice for college?'
'Yeah, I guess we should go.'
'Let's drive up tonight. Tour the campus again in the morning and meet with him for lunch.'
'That sounds good. Can you make the arrangements?'
'Sure. Should we tell your father about it? He might want to be there.'
'You are joking right? That fuck-up? After he treated you like shit before the divorce, I don't want him around.'
'Gil, he is your father. Language please.'
'Fine, but he can be my father and a fuck-up too.'
He was right. When I caught him with Gil's eighteen year old girl friend, that was enough. I had enough.
Just seems like yesterday, but it was over a year ago. The only thing I regret was losing the thing between his legs.
I got busy finding a hotel close to campus with two rooms available. I made the reservation and received immediate confirmation along with a weather warning. A snow storm brewing.
'Hey Gil. Looks like some weather is going to hit on our route to the university later this evening. To be safe, let's leave out tomorrow.'
'Did you get that five star by the campus Mom?'
'Yes baby, nothing but the best for my hero.'
'Thanks Mom, you are the best.'
He hugged me and pecked me on the cheek. He smelled so good. Such a handsome boy with a fantastic physique built by hours in the weight room.
He had no problems getting girl friends and no problem getting what he wanted from him.
He tended to use them for sex and moved on to the next one. The discards didn't give up though, they wanted more, begging for more.
Or so he told me when I quizzed him about his sex life.
I often wondered if he inherited all of his Dad's traits. One in particular... I walled off those thoughts.
We went out for dinner. I am pretty sure he is getting the scholarship so I begin celebrating early.
Way too much wine that made me sleepy.
Back home we said our good nights and headed to bed. I was beat.
Not beat enough to pull out the dildo, vibrator and iPad.
I launched my favorite site and clicked on the first video on the page.
In minutes I figured out the storyline. Mom seducing son. Plenty of oral sex, every fucking position I know of.
It was hot. Working the dildo inside and vibrator in concert. An overwhelming orgasm wore me out.
I passed out.
***
I woke up.
I know it is lazy but I texted Gil. He was on the other side of house.
'Gil, let's go tonight. We can get extra night to explore the campus and the night life... for you. '
'I looked at the weather update, we should be able to dodge the storm if we go now.'
'Fine with me,' he said.
We loaded up and headed out.
Halfway to the campus, it started snowing... snowing hard. At times, we were in a white out.
'Mom, I checked the weather. The storm moved in sooner than expected. It is only going to get worse.'
'Maybe we should find a place to stay overnight and wait till the storm blows over,' I said.
'I will try to find us something Mom.'
I should pull over and do the research. I am better at it.
But it is snowing so hard, I hate to pull over and be rammed from behind.
'I found a place in the next town. It is a three star motel. There is a restaurant right next to it.'
'Anything else?'
'That's it in that town, next town is 25 miles away. We should take it Mom.'
'Ok. Call and get us two rooms.'
'Check.'
I only heard one side of the conversation. Didn't sound good.
'Mom, they have one room with double beds. They are booking up due to the storm. Should we take it?'
I had a bad feeling about it, but... any port in a storm.
'Yeah, go ahead.'
More conversation with the motel.
'Mom, the guy asked how many hours.'
'Ok, this is sounding worse and worse. Tell them twelve hours.'
I handed Gil my purse to dig out my credit card.
'Use my card.'
He gave them the number.
'Mom, he said we have to pay cash when we check out. The credit card holds the room.'
'Jeez, this is one sleazy place. How much?'
'Six hundred.'
'That's crazy.'
'Fifty an hour. I f we check out early, we only pay for what we use.'
'Fine, we will get up early. just get a confirmation number.'
More conversation.
'They don't do that. If we don't show, they give the room away and charge our card $1,000 for no show.'
'Are you sure there are no other options?'
'Just the next town. Five star hotel with casino though.'
'Fuck it. Let's go there.'
'But he will charge your card.'
'I don't care.'
Just as I said that, I skidded off the road, barely keeping the car out of a deep ditch.
'Mom, that was too close.'
'How far to the exit?'
'Half a mile. The motel is right on the access road.'
I sat there for a moment, thinking, contemplating, weighing the pros and cons.
In my rearview mirror, flashing lights approached us.
The car stopped behind me. A state trooper approached our car.
I powered the window down.
'Ma'am, please take the next exit. There is a 20 car pile-up a mile down. I am shutting down the interstate. Find out somewhere to park for a while. The access road ends a half mile down, so it can't be used to go around.'
'Thank you sir. We have reservations at the Night Move motel, so we are good.'
He laughed, 'Reservations?'
'Listen, drive safe and if you have problems at the hotel, please call 911. We will try and get there as soon as we can.'
'Thanks.'
I powered up the window.
'What kind of place is this?'
'Mom, let's just go. It can't be that bad.'
'I hope not.'
***
We made it.
The huge neon sign had several burnt out lights. The parking lot was jammed with semi's and old model cars. Our brand new BMW will stand out like a sore thumb.
I pulled up by the office. The open sign blinked on and off.
I pulled on the door. Locked. I pounded on it. A buzzing sound and the door clicked open.
A second door with a buzzer.
Finally we were in.
The check in was something out of the movies. A glass wall separating us from who know who.
'Hello!'
'Hi!' someone said exuberantly on the side of the lobby.