Celebrating Our Birthdays extended

Everyone here is over 18. This is a continuation of my first attempt. I wasn't really sure where it wanted to go. But I do now. I hope you enjoy it. Any comments appreciated.

At one point one of the characters is speaking and the other is texting. when she puts on her earphones, all of her dialogue is texted. i tried putting it in italics but the formatting changed when I pasted it here.

At a second point the dialogue is also part of a fantasy and that actual person is not actually speaking so I am going to put that in (brackets).

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As we walked from the theater, arm in arm, I sensed a heavy cloud descend. I wasn't anticipating it but I could feel it. I glanced at my mother and saw a bit of a tear slide down her cheek. I stopped for a moment, which surprised her. Asking her what's wrong she gave me a wan smile.

"It's nothing," she said.

"Nothing is making you cry? Tell me."

"It's cold out Josh, let's head to the car." We continued the long walk. We had arrived slightly late from the restaurant, having lost track of the time, so we had to park further away. A few city blocks. Not really far, but in this light snow, further than we had planned. Dinner had been a delight. We did this last year as well. Our special night out. We shared the same birthday which always made for a great party as I was growing up but since I headed to college a couple years back this became our new tradition. Dinner and a show. Our birthday wasn't for another two weeks but I would be gone by then. We reached the car and she took off her long coat when I opened the passenger door. We hadn't spoken since I saw her tear. I am certain she knew I wasn't going to let it go. I got in and started the engine and the heater. The Mercedes was comfortable, with heated seats.

"Do you want to talk here?" I asked.

"I didn't want to talk at all." She glanced at me then away. She knew I wouldn't let this go. She was too important to me. And she knew that.

"Is it because you are turning 40? Is that bothering you?"

She laughed. It was an honest laugh and let me know immediately that wasn't it.

"You are half my age this year. So fast it seems."

Sometimes people would say she would look much younger than her years but I didn't think that was true. She was perfect for forty. Nothing about her was extreme. Some nice curves, but not heavy. She worked out regularly, was a college athlete in two sports, she knew she looked great. She dressed to accent her figure but subtly. Her skin was pale and her hair dark and to the middle of her back, and she had the warmest brown eyes. Beautiful. She was turning forty and it looked good on her.

It was clear to her that I wasn't intent on just forgetting and driving home. She turned and leaned against the door.

"I honestly don't know what to say." She started. "I was just thinking about how much I was going to miss you. We spend so much time together when you are here. My yoga partner, we run. Go to the gym. This, dinner, plays, movies. You are so bright. My favorite companion. And I am going to miss you."

I chose to not respond and waited. I knew there had to be more. She smiled. "Not totally buying that are you?"

"There's some truth in there. But not all of it. I felt sadness. You can call me anytime and I will be home for the holidays so its not like I am that far away from seeing you again."

"That psychology class, what was your grade in it."

"I get all A's. You know that." We both laughed a little at that.

"I understand you are going to miss me. We do everything together. We always have. You came to all the games, drove me to all the practices, everything. Dad didn't even do that."

"He wanted to."

"Did he?"

"He had a career he was building."

"I don't resent him. I had you." That brought a smile.

"So trust me now. You were always there for me. Let me be there for you."

"I'm afraid."

"Don't be. It's me." She turned back to face the front of the car. "Drive," she said. "I'll talk. It will be easier if we are moving."

"So you know there's a deadline when we get home you mean?"

"That too. But I am choosing to trust you. I hope it doesn't hurt you."

I pulled out of the parking lot and she took a deep breath. "It's me and your father"

"You're getting a divorce?" I wouldn't be completely shocked but definitely I didn't see that coming.

"I am not divorcing your father. And let me talk. This isn't planned so don't interrupt."

I nod silently.

"We aren't divorcing. We love each other. But we aren't in love. At least I am not. I shouldn't speak for him. But there's just no flame for me. And I want a flame. I've tried to re-kindle it. But we are both set in our ways. He's everything I would have wanted in a husband and a partner. We just don't click anymore. And the thing that makes me sad is that he either doesn't even notice or he notices and he doesn't care. I mean, I am not a bad looking woman right?"

I drive silently. This is not really what I was expecting. It was divorce or cancer I was thinking. Not my mom being a woman.

"I'm not bad looking, right? You can answer that one."

I smiled. "You are beautiful."

"Thank you. But you have to say that."

"You know better. We go to the gym three times a week. Surely you notice all the men who check you out."

"Don't forget the women."

"Oh, I hadn't actually noticed that."

"Because you were probably staring at their asses and while they stared at mine."

I smile. She notices.

"What is that smile for?"

"Nothing. Keep talking."

"No, mister. If I am going to talk about this kind of stuff then you are going to tell me what that smile meant."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Maybe I didn't notice them staring at your ass because I was too." I knew it was forward. I just thought she might find it funny.

"Josh."

"I'm sorry, I thought you might think that was funny."

"So you are joking? You weren't staring at me ass?"

I choose not to answer. She understands I wasn't really joking.

"Well, we are supposed to hit the gym tomorrow, I guess I should consider my outfit. Or at least keep you in front of me." She smiled and I knew she wasn't really offended. I felt relieved. I am sure she knew she had a great ass. Who wouldn't stare?

"Are you going to keep talking?"

"That's really it. I am lonely. Deeply lonely. I have my friends sure. But I'm not sleeping with them."

"So it's the sex?"

"Not just the sex. The intimacy. The seduction. Playing. Lust. Fun. All of it. Surprises. Everything."

I remain silent.

"Not what you were anticipating?"

"I don't know what I was anticipating. I am just glad it's not cancer. "

She laughed. I loved her laugh. And it was nice to hear after this conversation.

"And that's it?"

"That's it."

"Can I ask a couple of questions?"

"Hmmmm. Might be dangerous. You can ask. I may not answer."

"Have you ever been with a woman?"

"That's what you got out of all this? Have I ever been with a woman."

"You just mentioned that some women were checking you out."

"So you think I would sleep with them? Let me remind you that you also apparently checked out my..... behind."

"So, no?"

"No. I've come close. But never really sex."

We pull into the driveway and the garage door goes up. I pull in next to my father's car. As the garage door lowers I say.

"You don't think I could seriously let the conversation end on that do you."

She laughs and laughs.

"No. I guess not."

"In college?"

"No. I was with your dad in college, then pregnant, now here. Would you believe recently?"

"You're joking."

"I am not."

"A neighbor?"

"Have you seen our neighbors? It was at the gym."

"When? Recently?"

"Yes. Right before summer. I know it must sound awful. Me thinking I was going to cheat on your dad but it was something that just happened. Almost just happened. There wasn't much planning. The first time."

"What?!"

"Let's go inside."

I don't move.

"You are probably going to create a much more interesting and... I don't know... potentially pornographic version of this in your head aren't you?"

"Not if I know the real version."

"Don't you think that will make it worse?"

"Will it?"

There is a long pause between us. I smile. "It's ok. You clearly want to talk. Is it helping you? I am here. Don't let it be weird. Its us."

She smiles back.

"Do you have a steam room in the locker room at the gym?"

"We just have a sauna. But this definitely got very interesting."

"Well, we have a sauna and a steam room."

"And you went in there with her?"

"Am I telling this story or are you?"

I zipped my lips with a gesture.

"It's a good place for me to meditate. No one really uses it much. I am generally in there alone. So I was sitting in the corner. Its kind of a u-shape. With a bench and then a bench above it. I was leaning against the top bench. Lost in thought. I know you are wondering and yes I was naked but I had a towel wrapped around me. I can't believe I am telling you this."

I knew to remain silent or forever regret saying something to change her mind.

"The door opened and this woman came in. Younger than me. Maybe thirty. Maybe. But just stunning. Tall. Blonde. A model. She looked perfect. And she dropped her towel and went and sat at the other corner. It almost knocked the wind out of me she was so beautiful. She knew it. But she carried it well. She didn't seem stuck up about it. And that made her more beautiful. So we sat there for a while, and I kept trying to sneak glances at her. I thought I was being pretty secretive about it. But then she said. 'Will it be easier for you if I sit closer?" I was frozen. I didn't even look at her. She gets up and sits against the front wall across from me. Just about six feet away. "Married housewife?" She asked. And I answered. "Married. Artist." 'Straight?' she asked me. I nodded. "I would have guessed something more athletic or physical like a yoga teacher or something."

"College. Long time ago. Tennis. Track. But it gave me good habits. "

She smiled at me with the warmest smile. 'Cool.'

So friendly. I just melted.

'It's ok, she said. "Look all you like. I don't always like it but you make me feel flattered.' And she just leaned back and closed her eyes. On purpose, to let me just ogle her. After a little bit her legs opened slightly and she drew up a knee. Exposing herself even more. She was completely bare. Just perfect looking. My heart was racing. And the heat was making me feel a little faint. But I didn't want to leave. After about five minutes, she looked up at me and smiled.

I said "thanks."

'You okay?' she asked me.

I just nodded.

'Good' she said. Then she asked. 'Can you drop your towel for me?'

"And so I did. I should probably stop this."

I could see she was a little flush. Her eyes a little lidded. The memory of it was affecting her. Her breathing was a little shallow. As was mine.

"Why?"

"At this point it gets a little personal. And I am not a very good liar."

"At this point?"

Though it was dark I saw her glance down towards my crotch. I had never seen her do anything like that. I was clearly hard. I am not huge, but definitely not small. She could tell. But she didn't linger.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"This might change how you look at me in the future."

"It already has. And I didn't think I could love you any more than I do but you trusting me like this, well, it's amazing. I am honored. Thank you for trusting me. And for being my friend not just my mother."

She almost cried there again, I think. She gathered herself. And continued.

"I removed my towel. And leaned back. I am proud of my body. But compared to hers I felt like a schlub. I closed my eyes but I could still feel her eyes all over me. It was overwhelming. Showing myself to her like this. Then I raised my leg to let her see more of me. After a few minutes, I opened my eyes and saw that her hand was between her legs. Just gently. Just making herself feel good. I felt like I was on fire. I don't know why I did it but I reached up and began fondling my breasts. Squeezing the nipples. I was completely lost in the lust of the moment. It felt like a movie.

She stopped.

"We better stop this before it goes any further without us making a real choice to do it.'

I could barely breathe.

She got up and grabbed her towel. And when she got to the door she said. 'I come her about three or four times a week. And if you want to go further, so do I. If you shave that lovely thing between your legs I would definitely like to taste it.'

And she left.

We both were clearly under the same influence or as close to it as possible while she told this story. I felt like we were in a movie as well. But not the Oscar type.

She leaned back against the door.

"What do you think about your mother now?"

"Have you seen her again?"

"No, I told you at the beginning, I've come close, but no closer."

"Wow."

"Pretty hot huh?"

I just looked at her with new eyes. I couldn't really move.

"Did you consider it?"

"I shaved."

A bolt of lightning went completely through me. And it almost exited out the end of my penis. I am sure I was dripping and I almost came in my pants.

"But that was a little while ago. If I had seen her right away, I don't know, I am probably thinking I would have gone through with it. But since I didn't, I had some time to think about it and cool off and I definitely wouldn't."

"Yeah, you definitely seemed cooled off."

"I definitely entertain myself with that story from time to time."

I can't believe my mother just told me she masturbated thinking of that story.

"Like mother like son, I guess."

That got us both to laugh.

"Can we go inside now? Friend."

"Let me ask a couple of questions. Please."

"Hmmmm. Okay. But I reserve the right to not answer."

"After that?"

"You have a point. What's the question?"

"Two questions."

She smiles.

"You said you had re-considered what you would do if you saw her again. Right?"

"Yes."

"That's not the question. That was just a clarification."

"Technical foul but I'll allow it."

I paused because I didn't believe I was going to actually ask her this.

"Do you still keep it shaved? Just in case."

She was a little surprised I would ask such a bold question but she was game. And she was going to punish me a little bit for it she thought. Giving me visual that vaporized my mind.

"No. I'm letting it grow back. It's annoying to shave it all the time. I am very hairy, I mean I groom a little but the Russian background I think definitely was a dominant gene."

She smiled like 'take that mister." But it only made it worse for me.

"Oh good."

"Yeah, I think I would have felt awful and cheap to have a lesbian affair in the steam room at the gym. What a cliche."

"No, I mean good thing you are letting it grow back. It looks better natural."

Her eyes opened a little wider then. And then I dropped my second question.

"Would you show it to me as well?"

She paused so long I almost rescinded the question.

Then she slowly reached under her dress. I held my breath. I could hear the whisper of her panties sliding down off of her. She dropped them at her feet. Still with her skirt down she turned in her seat so her back was against the door and I knew she was re-living the moment in the steam room. Before she closed her eyes she said, "Turn on the overhead light."

I clicked it on. Her hands reached down and slowly grabbed the edge of her dress. She wasn't being tentative. It was to elongate the anticipation. For both of us. Her knees then her thighs were slowly became revealed to me and then the fabric was all the way up past her waist and she cradled it there underneath her breasts. After a moment she drew up her one knee. She hadn't lied. She was letting it grow back. It was a little past stubble but definitely you could see the pattern and that the hair would be wide and almost onto the interior of her thighs. And she was clearly wet. I was on another planet. So still. So perfect. She let me drink all of her in. After a few minutes I reached up and clicked the light off. She lowered the dress and smoothed it out. "Well?" She asked.

"I am without words. For your beauty. For this moment. I won't even try."

She smiled. Both of us wondering what would happen next.

"I look forward to seeing you again when it all grows back."

"You do, do you?"

"Why not?"

"So you think when you come back for Christmas break I will just lift my skirt for you. Am I that wanton you think?"

"No. I can't wait that long. I want you to send me a picture every week so I can see the progress."

"I'm not some college slut you know."

"No, not a slut. A passionate, lustful, gorgeous woman who wants some spontaneity, some adventure, and something wild and unpredictable in her life. Why else are we here in this moment? I want to see you in all your hairy natural glory. Because I know you like it that way. I do as well. "

"I see. Is that why your cock is so hard?"

Now it was my turn to freeze for a moment. But I chose to not wait for her to ask. I leaned back in the seat a little and started to undo my belt and my pants. I heard her click on the overhead light and then heard her breath pause when my cock was out, straight up, wet and harder than I have ever been. I closed my eyes as well and leaned back and let her look as long as she wanted. After just a few seconds, I heard the light click off and I was surprised so I opened my eyes in time to see her wrap her lips around me and slide all the way down. Happy birthday I thought.

This is a bit overwhelming. There is the physical pleasure of it. The warmth. The wetness, the pressure from her lips. And then there is the mental. My mother bringing her mouth up and down on my cock. Squeezing the head a little harder with her mouth and then sliding back down. Her tongue working on me. I want to touch her. I place my hand first in her hair gently. Caressing it. Then I move my hand down her back. I move it back and forth, just making contact with her. Then I move it down so that I can run it over the curves of her bottom. I am in heaven. Her mouth is on me, her soft curves underneath my hand feels like perfection. I slowly move my hand down to beneath the edge of her skirt and start to move my hand up. She stop sucking me and moves her hand to stop mine.

"Mmh mhm."

She tells me which I understand to mean no though she has my cock in her mouth. So I move my hand back to her ass and explore there for a while. I am getting close. I begin to moan and my hips to move. She realizes what is happening and lifts her mouth up and off of me. Replacing her mouth with my hand. She strokes me fast while looking right into my eyes. Her face up against mine. She looks crazed with lust and abandon. It might be the sexiest thing I can imagine, my mother stroking my cock she had just been sucking, looking into my eyes and making me cum for her. I moan practically into her mouth as I erupt all over both of us and her hand slows, becomes more gentle. Then comes to stop, while still holding me. She kisses me gently. Then she looks down. Taking in the sight for a moment. She lets go of me and carefully opens her glovebox and takes out a stack of napkins. Always prepared. She wipes her hands using most of them. Tossing them onto the floor of the car. Then she leaned back a moment in her chair

There was a long time where we spoke not at all. Both of us catching our breath. Slowly calming.

"Thanks."

"Sssshhh. Not a word. Wait here."

She goes and grabs a towel. Brings it back to me. Then she went back inside to leave me to clean myself. My thoughts swirled. I really had no idea what this meant if it meant anything about the future at all. I know that it was the most unforgettable memory of my life so far. When I went inside, the house was dark. I made my way to my room. I could hear her shower going. I waited til she was done and then I went in to the hall bathroom and took a shower myself. I stood in it so long the water became cold.

Then I went to bed. I replayed the event in my mind and finished myself again. I considered doing it one more time as the scene kept replaying in my mind. But I drifted off to sleep.

When I woke both she and my father were gone. I made my way downstairs and made myself a light breakfast. I realized she must have gone to the gym without me. I was unsure what that meant. Should I get ready and head there myself? Should I wait til she returned? I decided I would just go for a run. I got ready and headed out. I went the rough route. Up the hill and past the park and up the winding trail. My thighs were burning. I was half way up when I met her coming half way down. We both saw each other at about the same time. About fifty yards away. As we got closer and closer I could see her smile. It wasn't a happy smile. More chagrined. We stopped.

"You okay."

"Absolutely."

There was a little laughter in her voice as she said. "Why wouldn't you be I guess."

"Are you okay" I asked.

"I am not sure yet. I am a little embarrassed."

"Don't be."

She gave me a look that communicated that I didn't have the power to release her from those thoughts.

"I'm heading back. Catch you later."

She had clearly been on what was a run of shame for her. She got about ten paces and stopped. And turned.

"Can I trust you?"

"Forever."

"Good. And stop looking at my ass."

She turned and ran away.

We didn't talk about the incident during my last days at home. Just some clothes shopping. A new computer. Which was a gift from Dad. We had a family dinner on Sunday and then Monday morning I drove up the coast back to school. This was the first time I had found a studio apartment and wouldn't have a roommate. I was really looking forward to the alone time. I couldn't get that moment we spent together out of my mind. I wish I could have found an opportunity to bring it up during the last week but there never seemed the right time and she clearly didn't want to talk about it or she would have arranged for us to have the time to do that.

When I reached my apartment I unpacked. Went for a long walk. Checking out the neighborhood. I had inherited it from a classmate who wasn't returning. He had taken a job in tech and there didn't seem a point in staying. So I lucked out.

I did my recon on my new neighborhood. Found the gym affiliate we were a member of, scouted a few runs. A couple of interesting looking bars and more than a few coffee shops. But at no time did the film of that night in the garage stop playing in my mind. I ordered a fleshlight so I wouldn't rub myself raw.

Classes began after the weekend. But Sunday was our birthday. I knew she would call. At least text. No, call. Dad would want to say something.

Sunday morning passed. No call. Then in the early afternoon I sent her a text. Happy Birthday.

I didn't see the telltale dots that she would respond.

I was disappointed. Was our relationship ruined? Fifteen minutes later my phone rang. I saw that it was my mom. I took a deep breath and answered it.

"Hey mom, happy birthday."

"It's me" said my dad. "Thought we would give you a call at halftime."

"You just caught me."

"Big plans?"

"Just meeting some buddies."

"You don't have to tell me if you got big plans, fella."

"I don't really."

"Come on. Live a little. You're a good looking kid. Isn't he Anne? Your mother nodded."

"Thanks Dad."

"Well, happy birthday. Here's your mom."

"Happy birthday Josh."

"Happy birthday yourself."

"Settling in?"

"I am feeling pretty settled. Classes start tomorrow. I can grab a bus or ride my bike and be there in fifteen minutes maybe less."

"That's great."

We both take a pause. I assumed she wanted to get off the phone.

"Well, you and Dad sound busy."

"Oh, no. He's just watching the game. I'm just reading."

"No big plans?"

She is conscious I can tell that she is near him and that he can hear her.

"I don't think so" she answers generically.

"Meeting friends?"

"Nope."

"Maybe you should."

"Maybe."

Pause in our conversation. I didn't want to be the one to hang up. I don't think she did either.

I risked everything because I just couldn't stop myself. It had become an obsession. Staring at my phone. Waiting. So I jumped.

"Were you still thinking about sending me a photo?"

"A photo?"

"Yes. Of you."

There was a long pause.

"Happy birthday Josh. We love you."

"Love you too mom."

She hung up and I just sat there. If it was going badly I had just made it worse.

Then my phone pinged.

"Sorry for hanging up so abruptly. I couldn't think of a way to answer with your father there."

"Thanks for texting. I thought I had upset you."

"You did. I thought we were moving past that."

"Is that what you want?"

"Of course".

"Oh."

"You don't obviously. But I just don't see what the point would be."

"I think you said the point would be intimacy, spontaneity, danger, romance, fun. You were missing those things."

"Yes. But the point is not to have them with you."

"But we did."

"Oh I am aware."

"And it was all those."

"And a few more."

"Like?"

"Immoral. Possibly illegal. I didn't even want to look that up on my computer."

"It is."

"Great."

Long pause.

"Should we stop?"

"We already stopped."

"No, texting. I never know when to stop."

"We don't need to stop. I am not enjoying this book much."

"Are you and Dad going to dinner?"

"We are ordering in."

"While watching the game?"

"That is correct."

"Sound like fun."

"Don't be a smug asshole."

"Well, it's my birthday. If you can't be a smug asshole on your birthday when can you be one?"

No answer.

"We started texting because you couldn't answer my question."

"What question?"

"Are you sending a photo?"

Another long pause.

"You are incorrigible. Of course not."

"Spontaneity. Danger. Fun. That's all."

A long pause.

"You really want me to send you a picture?"

"Yes."

Long pause. Interminably long. Five minutes passed.

"You still there?"

"Yes. I thought I was waiting."

"Here you go."

My phone pinged again and I saw it was a photo. I looked away. I swiped and turned up the screen brightness.

Then I looked.

She was standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom. Fully clothed. Facing the mirror. A wry grin on her face.

"Happy birthday."

Even though she was fully clothed my breath stopped. and I didn't want to make her feel bad. I also didn't want to beg like I was a child and tell her I was disappointed.

"Thank you. You take my breath away. You are really lovely."

"Thank you. Happy birthday."

My phone pinged again. Then a second picture came through and I froze. It wasn't incredibly close but closer than the other and her skirt was off and she was completely nude from the waist down.

"Thank you."

"Satisfied?"

"Yes."

"Good. I had to take two shots of vodka to get up the nerve to do that by the way."

"Take another."

"Photo??"

"Shot of vodka."

"Oh I am. Working on a vodka tonic. The shots were just to expedite my oblivion. And?"

"And what?"

"What do you think of the progress?"

"Like I've said before. I don't really have words. I am going to have to take a creative writing class at some point."

"That made me laugh. Your dad asked why. I told him the book was funny."

"I didn't realize you were back in the tv room."

"Just long enough for this vodka to put me to sleep."

"It's 3pm."

"Dammit."

Now it was my turn to laugh.

"I am surprised you are still texting me."

"Why?"

"I thought your hands would be busy doing something else."

"Is that what you are picturing?"

"No. I was just assuming."

Long pause.

"Do you really want to know?"

Even longer pause.

"Are you hard?"

"Yes."

"This is wrong."

"Yes. But you like it."

Pause.

"Yes."

"Do you want me to tell you what I am doing?"

"Yes."

"I have your picture open on my iPad. Both of them."

"Why both?"

"So I can see your face as well. You are so pretty."

"Thank you."

"How graphic do you want me to be?"

She doesn't answer.

"I've pulled my pants off. and I had to grab some lubricant. I've been rubbing myself raw thinking of you."

"Have you?"

"Yes."

"What are you doing now?"

"I am working my hand up and down very slowly. I want this to last. And I have to stop to text."

"Sorry."

"I don't mind. It's most of the fun. Knowing you are picturing me in your mind. That I am masturbating for you. To you."

She doesn't answer.

"Do you want me to continue?"

"Yes."

"May I make a suggestion? Do you have your AirPods?"

"No."

"Get them."

"Why?"

"Because I want you to be able to listen. Do you want to listen instead of type?"

"Yes."

"Then get them. And grab a blanket."

"Why?"

"To cover your lap."

"Why?"

"You know why."

"I can't just go outside or upstairs."

"No. I want you there."

"Naughty."

"Get them."

It was a few minutes later when my phone rang.

I answered.

"Mom?"

She texted back.

"I have my phone on mute."

"But you can hear me?"

"Of course."

There is a bit of a pause. I was going to text that I needed a quick moment but realized I can just talk to her.

I start stroking myself, I am using enough lube I know she can hear it.

"I do this everyday thinking of you. And now I can see you again. You look amazing. So sexy. But it's really picturing what you did. I see you looking in the mirror. Taking the photo, then taking you skirt off. Then your panties. I wonder what you are thinking in that moment. Are you scared, are you turned on?"

"Nervous."

"But then you take the photo. You look at it and then consider deleting it. But you don't. Then you walk downstairs. Make a drink. Sit down. And then send me a photo. Then the second."

"You know me so well."

"I want to know more."

"I know you do."

"Let me ask you. How graphic can I be? I can get pretty extreme."

"I am afraid to ask."

"Nothing weird. Not yet at least. No fetishes."

"I think this is a fetish."

"It is. You are right. How far can I go?"

"It's just a fantasy."

"Ok. Then I will let my mind wander...... The night in the car. I am replaying that in my mind. How your mouth felt on me. It was incredible. Having my cock in your mouth. Your moans. Hearing you enjoy it. Knowing you were enjoying it. Then you stop and you look up at me. And kiss me. Then you whisper in my ear and tell me to come in your mouth. Then you get back to work on me and I can barely hold back. You are going faster and faster. Then I explode into your mouth and I can hear you swallowing it. Every drop. Then you lick me clean.

Then you come up again and we kiss, I can taste myself on you.

I pushed you back against the door and raise you skirt and tell you I want to taste you. I push your legs open. But you stop me. You tell me this isn't very comfortable. Let's go inside. So we both get out and I think you are taking me upstairs. But you pull me to the couch. You lean back and I kneel between your legs. I smell you and I am intoxicated. I push your knees back and totally expose yourself to me."

I take a moment from this narrative. And pull myself into the present moment.

"I am picturing you now. Sitting there. Listening to me. You have the blanket on. And when you went to get it and your EarPods you took your underwear off didn't you?"

"Yes."

"And you are touching yourself right now, yes?"

"Yes."

"I want you to make me cum. I want you to hear me cum and moan your name."

"Yes."

"But my fantasy is you on your back with your legs open for me. I can't seem to get myself there with this photo of you standing."

There is a slight pause.

"Okay. Wait. I'm going to hang up then call you back. Okay?"

"Yes."

For this I would wait until hell frozen over.

Ten minutes passes.

Then. My phone rings. I answer. Silence. Then a text.

"Sorry it took so long. There were some logistical and lighting issues. Took me a bit."

"No need to apologize. Where are you now?"

"I am back on the couch. Are you ready?"

"Yes."

My phone pings.

I open the message app on the iPad and save the photo. I don't place it into the app that was playing the other two in slow rotation. I just open this alone.

She is on her bed. Completely nude.

Legs open. Knees pulled back.

"Is that what you wanted?"

"I need a moment."

"Take your time."

After about a minute of looking at every detail. Zooming in. Her breasts. Her lovely belly. Legs spread and the hair growing back onto her thighs and growing down the crack of her ass. I'm doing everything I can to not just finish with a few hard strokes.

"Having a certain amount of new information I'm going a little further with this fantasy than I had planned. Hang up if I go too far. I won't be able to stop. I'm going to be lost in it. I hope you're okay with that."

She doesn't respond. So I restart.

((((("It's dark. But there's light coming from the kitchen. Enough to see you. I begin kissing the back of your thighs. I can smell how wet you are and it intoxicates me. I slowly move closer and closer to the place we both know we want my tongue to be. But I move past it and plant kisses on your stomach. So hard and firm from exercise. I nip at you with my teeth and I can feel your heartbeat and your breath is shallow. I reach up with my hands and slide them under your blouse and grip your breasts still covered by your bra. I can feel how stiff your nipples are and squeeze each one until you are moaning with the pleasure of it. Then I completely let go and break all physical contact with you until my hands again take hold of your legs under your knees and I slide my tongue from the your anus all the way up to your clitoris. You grab a pillow and scream into it. I have never tasted anything so divine. I drive my tongue so deep in you and I can feel you shudder as you begin to orgasm. You buck against me but I hold you down and open. I would stay here forever but I realize I must do something I've wanted to do since you sucked my cock. I climb up between you legs and push my pants down freeing myself and I grab my cock and begin to slap it on your pussy. Feeling the hair tickle my sensitive skin. You come out of your orgasmic bliss and realize what I am doing and you begin to resist. 'No', you say. 'You can't fuck me. Please. I'll suck you again.' I pause a moment. Considering. Let me ask you a question. Are we doing this again or is this the last night?

'I can't let this happen again' you tell me. Okay. Then I'm going to tell you what I'm going to do. And I want to you hear you tell me that's what you want me to do. If not, I'll stop."

You wait silently.

"I'm going to fuck you until you come on my cock and then I'm going to turn you over and fuck that ass I've been staring at for months at the gym. Is that what you want?"

You are slow to answer.

"Is that what you want? "

"Yes."

"Tell me."

"Fuck me."

"Tell me what you want."

"I want you to fuck me."

"Tell me."

"I want you to fuck me until I come and then I want you to fuck my ass and come inside it." ))))

This entire time I was speaking into her ear and because she was on mute I could hear nothing. She hadn't texted. I didn't even know if she was still there. If she was there she would surely hear the slick sound of me stroking myself into oblivion. I started focusing on me. Staring at her photo. And then my phone pinged.

"Cum for me. Cum for me Josh."

"Where?" I asked. "Tell me."

She typed.

"I want you to come in my ass."

I groaned and erupted all over my chest. Rope after rope. I was almost delirious with ecstasy. It took me several minutes to find language again.

"You ok" she typed?

I whispered in her ear.

"Yes. Are you?"

"Yes. You made me cum too."

"I'm glad."

"Me too."

"Can we do this again next week?"

"Yes."

"Maybe we can find a time where it's possible we could hear each other."

"Yes. Ok."

"Is my father still there?"

"Yes."

"He didn't hear you or notice?"

"No."

"Good. Ok. I need to get off the phone and shower."

"Is your come all over you?"

"Yes."

"Send me a picture."

I reached up as high as I could and snapped a couple of angles.

The light was coming through the window and when I looked at the photos I thought they looked pretty good. I sent them both.

"Wow. That's a lot."

"That was a pretty hot moment."

"Yes. Do you think we can top it next week?"

"Maybe. But definitely when I get home for Xmas break."

"What do you mean? I'm not sure I can do this in person."

"We won't. We won't do this. But you know what I want to do. What I'm going to do. Right?"

"Josh."

"Tell me."

"Josh."

"Tell me what you want me to do."

I waited. And waited. Then.

"I want you to fuck me."

"Are you going to let me fuck you?"

"Yes."

"Good. Then you know what I'm going to do."

I waited.

"Yes."

"Tell me."

"You're going to fuck my ass."

"Is that what you want?"

"Yes."

"Have you ever been fucked in the ass?"

"No."

"Good. Then it will be all mine."

"Yes."

"Send me a picture of it. For next week. I want to practice."

"Ok."

"Is dad still there?"

"Yes."

"Who's winning the game?"

"We are."

"I like that. We are. Happy birthday."

"Happy birthday. I love you."

"I love you too. Talk soon."

"Ok."

And then I hung up. Til next week.