Party with Mom

Josh opened his door, surpressing a grin. His mother had replaced her see-through nightgown of the night before with jeans and a T-shirt. The shirt was nice and tight but she had a bra on beneath, which was a disappointment.

"What's up, Mom," he asked.

"Like you don't know," his mother scowled. "You can't go on like this, Josh. You come home drunk every night!"

"There's nothing wrong with having a good time, Mom," he told her.

"Of course not, but I worry about you!" she said.

"Well, how can I keep you from worrying?" he asked, knowing what the answer was.

"I don't know, you're so young..." she said.

"Well, maybe if you came with me," Josh said. "I know YOU really like to party."

"That's true," she admitted. "That might not be a bad idea, actually."

"You'd probably feel even better if we partied here at home," Josh said. "Right?"

"That'd be great!" Ronnie exclaimed. "I feel so much better now that we came to an agreement!"

"Hey, we should start right now!" Josh said. "I got a flask stashed under my mattress! You'd just love to party with me right now, wouldn't you Mom? We should totally get shit faced!"

"Totally!" Ronnie nodded with enthusiasm.

Josh pulled out his flask of Canadian whisky.

"You first! Bottoms up!"

Ronnie grabbed the flask and took a good long pull, then gasped.

"You really know how to party, hey Mom?" Josh said.

"Damn straight!" she said, passing the flask to him. He sipped at it and grinned at his Mom.

"Relax, Mom!" he said. "It's a party! Loose the bra!"

"You're right!" she said, pulling her arms into her T-shirth and reaching back to undo her bra. "No reason to be formal if we're gonna party!"

Josh grinned. This was going to be fun. He handed the flask back to his bra-less mom and she chugged at it.