Awkward sleeping arrangements

Dan and Laura spent almost fifty dollars to get food and a few essentials. For Laura that included toiletries, a cheap bath towel, and a pack of oversized shirts. Dan grabbed a few cheap cleaning supplies as well as whatever he'd need to get through the night. He had a feeling the motel room might not be as clean as he'd wish it was.

"Grab the leftovers, I'll get the bags from the trunk," Laura called as she got out of the compact sedan.

The motel room was exactly what Dan expected. "We should have found somewhere else," he muttered.

"Maybe," Laura agreed as she peered at the bed. "The comforter doesn't look all the clean. I hope the sheets are," she complained.

"I bought some sprays to help with that... hopefully," Dan called as he looked in the tiny bathroom. "Yikes... I wonder what era they took inspiration from," he joked as he spotted the seafoam green countertops and faded yellow wallpaper.

"Sheets are clean," his mother called. "Thank the stars for small favors. Which bag had the sprays in them? Just to be safe."

"The one on the coffee table," he called back. "Need to use the bathroom. I'll be out in a minute."

Dan did what he had to in the bathroom and heard something from the main room. "You okay?" he called as he washed his hands.

"Yeah, I think we'll skip watching the T.V. tonight," Laura called back.

"Let me guess."

"You don't have to. You already know what's on here," his mother interrupted as he opened the door. "It's my turn. I hope you didn't blow it up too badly."

Slight hurt by her words, Dan winced. "I didn't," he sighed as Laura slipped past him and closed the door hurriedly.

While his mother was occupied, Dan sprayed down the sheets and comforter again. The room smelled of stale air and chemicals. He was tempted to turn on the T.V, just to see what was on, when the door opened.

Laura came out in an over-large white shit that fell to her knees. The v-neck of the shirt displayed a lot of cleavage. "This stupid..." she muttered as she tried to adjust the shirt. "The package said crew cut. This isn't a crew cut at all!"

"It's just for one night," Dan consoled her. His eyes fell onto the bed, a bed he'd be sharing with his mother. Images of that morning popped up in his head.

"True," Laura sighed as she went over to check the sheets. Inadvertently, she opened up a wide view down her shirt. Dan could see her naval and had a sudden realization that his mother wasn't wearing panties.

"This blasted shirt," she complained and pulled it close to her body. When she looked up, she must have seen Dan's expression. "Sorry, dear. I should have been more careful."

"It's fine," Dan muttered as he moved to the other side of the bed. In silence, mother and son finished their routines for bed and, at the same time, sat across from each other. "How was your day?" Laura asked with a strained smile as she tried to get comfortable without the shirt showing off more than she'd already displayed.