Diana and the Doll - Pt. 04

Part 4

(Chapter - 06 - Confrontation)

Joey sat on the bed, his heart hammering in his chest. She knows... Diana fucking KNOWS! His cheeks burned with embarrassment and humiliation as he groaned and wrung his hands.

He dreaded talking to her--shrinking into himself and cringing at the thought. What could he do? He thought briefly of leaving home... maybe staying at a friend's house for a while. But, in the end, he knew he would eventually have to have that conversation with her.

With a sigh of resignation, he finally stood. "Might as well get this over with," he murmured aloud. He slowly made his way down the stairs and across the driveway and yard to the back door of the house.

He entered the kitchen, not immediately seeing Diana, and closed the door silently behind him,

"Hey," said Diana cheerfully, her voice startling him and causing him to jump back with a gasp. He looked to his left to see her standing beyond the kitchen table with a teapot in her hand.

"Sorry," she said, smiling brightly, "I thought you saw me standing here... I didn't mean to startle you."

"Wow," said Joey, holding his hand over his heart, "You got me good with that one, Mom."

"Is everything all right?" she asked, looking serious. "You don't look too happy. Did the interview not go well?"

Joey smiled tentatively. Strange, he thought, she was acting as if nothing at all was wrong... as if she hadn't seen the doll in his room. Could that even be possible? A grain of hope began to grow within him.

"Actually, the interview went really well," he said, his smile widening. "They even hired me right on the spot."

"What?" she gasped, smiling broadly. "Oh, my God, Joey, that's wonderful." She quickly stepped around the table and embraced him warmly, kissing his cheek. "I've made a pot of tea," she said, "come and sit down... I want to hear all about it."

He sat at the table, and while Diana brought two cups to the table and poured some tea for each of them, he eagerly related everything about the interview and how his computer skills had changed the entire perspective of the interview.

"They hired me as an assistant to their IT guy," he beamed. "Isn't that great?"

"Oh, Joey, that's absolutely wonderful," she exclaimed, smiling broadly.

He excitedly related how they wanted him to start next week and told her about the starting salary he was offered.

"Oh, my," said Diana, her brows rising. "That's much more than you were hoping for."

"I know," said Joey, "Everything worked out perfectly."

"I'm really happy for you, sweetheart," she said, reaching out to touch his hand affectionately.

They sipped their tea quietly for a moment, "If I might take just a moment," she began tentatively, "I'd like to talk a little bit about the 900-pound gorilla in the room here with us."

Joey's eyes widened and he smiled, "Gorilla?"

"A metaphor, honey..." she said, her bright smile fading. "It's really more about the 70-pound sex doll up in your bedroom."

Joey's heart lept into his throat and his cheeks flushed hotly as a renewed sense of embarrassment coursed through him. Holy fuck! She DID see Michelle.

"It... it's... not what you think," he blurted, unable to look her in the eye, as he frantically searched for some kind of plausible explanation--ANY kind. "It's a... a... leftover school project."

Diana laughed aloud at the absurdity of his stammered response. "Yeah... THAT'S it!" she retorted using her best John Lovitts impersonation, "THAT'S what it is ... Yeah... an old SCHOOL project... Yeah... THAT'S the ticket."

Despite his abject mortification, Joey couldn't help but smile hesitantly at her humorous impersonation. He shrugged self-consciously, "Pretty lame, huh?" he admitted.

"Lame indeed," said Diana with a nod of her head.

He glanced up to see the corners of her mouth curled into a hint of a smile and bit his lip.

"Okay, listen..." continued Diana, "I was born at night, just not last night, okay? How about you and I just agree to cut through all the bullshit here. We both know what's up there in your room--and we both know what it's FOR--and what you're doing with it."

Joey cringed inwardly as Diana spoke, he had hoped fervently that, having found the doll, she might not have understood its inherent sexual nature.

"Oh... geez, Mom..." he stammered, feeling the flame of acute embarrassment warming his cheeks, "I mean... I hope you don't think that I... was... you know, that I..."

To Joey's complete surprise, Diana threw back her head and laughed aloud once more. "Oh, please..." she said, rolling her eyes, "Don't even THINK about insulting my intelligence by trying to tell me you haven't... well, shall we say... USED that doll in the way it's intended to be used. In truth, I think I'd seriously worry about your youthful sanity if you haven't."

Joey gaped at her in complete astonishment, unable to speak.

"So..." she continued, "since it's up there right now lying on your bed... and since there's an opened tube of 'lubricant' in your desk drawer... and semen stains on your bedsheet... I'm going to go WAY out on a limb here and assume you're a completely normal young man with raging hormones... and you use the doll a LOT. Am I wrong?"

Joey shook his head hesitantly, still unable to look her in the eye.

"Good," said Diana, smiling as she sipped her tea once more, "At least now we're making progress. I know it's probably more than a little embarrassing to have to talk about intimate things--like sex and masturbation--with your Mother, but... Gary's not here--and as long as you and I can at least be open and honest with one another, then I know everything will always be all right between us. Don't you agree?"

Joey glanced up at her and nodded reluctantly.

"Because..." she continued, "In all honesty, Honey... I don't give two shits about what you do with that... that fucking THING... in the privacy of your bedroom... It's only masturbation... everyone does it... even me."

She paused, shaking her head as she gathered her thoughts.

"This KIND of discussion--about sex and sexuality--would have been much more appropriate for you to have had with Gary, but..." She shrugged and smiled wistfully, "I'm afraid you're just going to have to make do with me."

Joey nodded, "I understand..." he said, his embarrassment beginning to ebb, "It's okay, Mom."

Diana sighed and folded her hands on the tabletop. "My biggest concern with all this whole sex doll thing is exactly WHERE... and HOW you... happened to acquire the damn thing."

Joey nodded in resignation. He took a deep breath and sighed, then related in complete honesty how he had accidentally happened upon the box containing the doll as it was wedged beneath the trestles of the old railway bridge--and how he was also reasonably sure it was from the UPS truck that had been involved in the accident they had watched that night all those weeks ago.

He watched her as he spoke and was pleased to see her nodding with what appeared to resemble relief. "Go on," she urged when he paused, "It must have been a rather large box... and heavy. How did you get it home?"

He explained how he had managed it with Gary's two-wheeled dolly from the garage--and how hard he had worked to get the crate up into his room.

"Do you happen to know who it was addressed to?" she asked, "I mean, wasn't there some kind of shipping label on the box?"

Joey shook his head. "If there was... it was long gone from being in the water for so long. There was even a letter inside... but it was only addressed to "Dear Customer".

Diana nodded thoughtfully, the very letter she had read from his desk drawer. She felt wonderfully relieved and elated to hear Joey's story. All her dark thoughts and worst fears had been completely alleviated.

"I suppose," said Joey, "I probably should have called UPS and told them I found one of their boxes that they lost that night. That'd probably been the right thing to do, huh?"

Diana nodded with a half-hearted shrug, pursing her lips, "I suppose that would have probably been the honest thing to do, yes."

Joey sighed and shrugged his shoulders dejectedly, "I... guess maybe I could still call them and... you know..."

Diana shook her head adamantly, "I don't think that's much of an option anymore, honey," she said. "I mean... even if you DID manage to find a way to return it to its rightful owner, I doubt very seriously that he would even want it anymore after... well... after it's been used--if you know what I mean.

Joey nodded, relief flooding through his consciousness. "So... you think it would be... okay for me to keep her then?" he asked hopefully.

Diana pursed her lips and looked at him thoughtfully, not speaking for a moment as she collected her thoughts. That he had referred to the doll as 'her' instead of 'it' certainly gave her an uneasy feeling.

But, to make some kind of effort, at this late juncture, to return the doll seemed to be a rather pointless endeavor. The fact that Joey had used the doll sexually--and for weeks--made it a completely useless commodity for anyone other than Joey.

"I suppose..." she began, choosing her words carefully, "that... given the circumstances... keeping the doll seems like the only real alternative. I mean, disposing of something so expensive seems so wasteful and pointless."

Joey's relief was complete and he couldn't help but smile. "That's great..." he said, doing his best to keep his excitement level from exploding.

Seeing the obvious elation on his face, Diana returned his smile.

"I suppose that this is the point where I feel obligated to say that I hope I've made the right decision. I would hate to see this doll have any kind of adverse effect on you. Especially now that you've been hired for your new job."

"I don't think you have anything to worry about," Joey responded with a shake of his head, "I mean... since I found her, my life just seems to be more comfortable... and I just generally feel better about everything."

Diana nodded, having had that very thought herself about his demeanor of late, she was glad to have her suspicions verified. She still found it a little disturbing that he kept referring to the doll as 'her' and 'she'.

"So..." she said, standing and picking up both of their mugs to put into the sink, "I'm happy that we've had this little discussion--I feel better about things now that I know how you found it." She bit her lip, having made the conscious choice not to call it 'her'.

"Um... and thanks," he said, "for... you know... being so understanding... about everything."

She turned, wiping her hands on a dishtowel, and smiled. "You're welcome..." she responded with a smile, "Thank YOU for being honest with me about everything."

A moment later she continued, "If there's one positive aspect regarding the doll," she began, "and you becoming sexually active... at least you don't have to worry about making it pregnant."

Joey laughed and nodded, "True that," he said.

She was exceptionally pleased with the way the confrontation had gone and extremely relieved as to the circumstances regarding the doll in Joey's room. Upon reflection, she was also rather pleased that she and Joey were able to speak so openly and candidly about his intimacy with the doll and masturbation in general without a great deal of self-conscious embarrassment.

Her only disappointment had been about Gary, wishing he were here to guide Joey along the road to manhood. It would have probably been better if Joey heard those sorts of things from a man's perspective rather than a woman's, but she shrugged and resigned herself to do her best when it came to the subject of sex and sexuality.

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In the days that followed, Diana was increasingly elated to sense that her relationship with Joey had become somewhat warmer and even more affectionate. She was reasonably sure that Joey's association with his doll had quite possibly contributed to the new warmth and affection they shared--and had even begun to think how fortuitous it had been for them both that he had found it.

Throughout Joey's years in high school, he had never really exhibited any great interest in dating--and to her knowledge, he had never even had a significant girlfriend. It almost seemed as though the doll had become that missing part of his life. She saw nothing all that terrible about it, assuming he would eventually grow out of it once he finally met someone and fell in love. At least with the doll, as she had mentioned to him, he could express himself sexually without the fear of getting some poor girl pregnant.

After their first heart-to-heart talk about the doll, it seemed to open them up to one another. Joey had even surprised her on several occasions by asking her some rather pointed questions about women and female sexuality. Even many questions about her personal intimate life.

One evening, while watching television together, he had expressed curiosity about female masturbation, in particular, asking her how women physically accomplished the task.

"I find it hard to believe that, with all of the computer equipment up in your room, you haven't seen porn videos of women masturbating," she responded.

Joey shrugged, "Yeah, sure... I've seen some," he said. "I guess I was just wondering about... you know... how YOU do it."

Diana laughed and shook her head. She leaned toward him on the couch and whispered, "I'm a woman, just like they are. I pretty much do it the same way they do, honey."

Always trying to answer intimate sexual questions as openly and honestly as possible, she explained how a woman's clitoris corresponded to the pleasure center at the head of a man's penis.

When he expressed curiosity about her personal preferences, she politely demurred on that particular subject. It was one thing to be open and honest about sexuality, and something else entirely to be so candidly open about her own personal intimacies.

When he pressed, she cautiously and carefully revealed certain details. For instance, how she only masturbated occasionally, and only at night when she went to bed--pleased with herself for addressing his slightly inappropriate questions with honesty, and also with discretion.

When he continued to query her about the frequency of her personal intimacies, she would do her best to change the subject and even turn the tables on him.

"Geez, honey... I don't know... I don't mark it on the calendar, or keep track of it. Besides, it's a little personal. Don't you think? I mean, how often do YOU do it?"

Joey laughed aloud, "That's easy," he answered with a smile, "I used to do it every day. But, now that I have Michelle in my life, I don't do it at all anymore."

Diana's eyes widened at the absurdity of his statement. She shook her head and held up her hands, "Excuse me?" she said with a raised eyebrow. "Okay, first of all... you named it Michelle?"

"Not me," he responded with a laugh, "The company that made her did that. The name, Michelle, was on the list of her vital statistics, and I just thought... what the hell, it sounded good to me."

She rolled her eyes and shook her head. Seriously? she thought, not saying it aloud.

"And secondly," she continued with a finger raised for emphasis and an exasperated look. "When you say you don't masturbate anymore now that you have the doll--what exactly do you think it IS that you do with it then?"

Joey looked surprised and frowned, "Well... you know, we have sex."

"SEX?" she responded with a gasp, doing her best not to laugh aloud at his naivete, and then tempered her response. Knowing he had never had a real romantic experience with a girl, she was certain that fact alone had given him a reasonably distorted perspective of human relationships. She decided to tread lightly on his feelings.

"You seriously believe you're having sex with the doll?" she asked, doing her best to keep any condescension from her tone of voice.

"Well, sure," he responded, looking slightly surprised. "Why? What would you call it?"

"Well, I guess I'd still have to call it masturbation, honey," she said calmly. "It might be more realistic than other ways of doing it, but it's not sex--there's no real human connection there at all. It might be physically similar to having sex, but it's not... it's still just masturbation."

Joey shook his head and averted his eyes self-consciously, "I guess I just don't see it that way," he said, his expression telling her he was not about to be dissuaded.

Realizing her attempt at reaching him through logic was crashing headlong into his wall of denial, she decided to back off for the moment and leave him to his immature fantasy for the time being.

"Well then," she said with a small shrug of resignation, "I guess we can agree to disagree. Why don't we just leave it at that for tonight?"

Joey nodded, "Good idea," he said as he stood. "Goodnight, Mom, I'll see you in the morning."

With that, he kissed her lightly on her cheek and left the house.

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Alone in his bedroom, he sat on the bed beside Michelle, smiling down at her sadly as he silently reprimanded himself for the near argument he had precipitated with Diana.

She was right, and he knew it, his ego had just gotten the best of him. Of course, he and Michelle weren't having sex--simulated sex for certain--but deep down he had to acknowledge the wisdom of Diana's words. It WAS only masturbation. He sighed and made up his mind to apologize in the morning.

He stood and undressed, smiling in anticipation of getting into bed with Michelle, and prepared to turn off the light. As he did so, he glanced through his window and noticed a long, narrow shaft of light spilling from Diana's bedroom window, over the lawn. He smiled, seeing she was still awake, and wondered what she might be feeling at that moment.

His eyes widened with the sudden realization that the shaft of light over the lawn indicated that Diana's bedroom curtains were not completely closed.

He swallowed, realizing that a rather exceptional opportunity was presenting itself to him. He imagined Diana disrobing, hanging her dress in her closed, as she moved about her bedroom with her breasts bared and swaying provocatively. His cock responded with an enthusiasm that it had not displayed a moment before when he contemplated sex with Michelle.

He gave it one more anxious moment of consideration and then sped across his room, down the stairs, and across the lawn toward the shaft of light.

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Diana stood in front of her bathroom mirror and removed her rings and watch. She smiled at her reflection and pursed her lips, wiping the traces of lipstick from them with a tissue. She carefully removed her eye makeup, not relishing the chore of trying to remove the stains from her pillowcase on washday, and washed her face.

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Joey stepped hesitantly into the flowerbed beneath Diana's bedroom window, his heart pounding with excitement and anxiety. Her curtains were, indeed, parted slightly--at least three or four inches--he cautiously raised his head to peer through the opening, moving his head from side to side to survey the room beyond.

To his momentary disappointment, Diana was nowhere in sight. He bit his lip, wondering where she might be and then suddenly started violently and ducked his head down as she stepped from her bathroom.

Hesitantly, he raised his head and looked back a moment or two later--watching as Diana sat on the edge of the bed and kicked off her shoes. He licked his lips expectantly, noticing how the hem of her dress rose rather high while removing her shoes, and then ducked away quickly as she stood.

Glancing back a moment later, he watched as she put her shoes into her closet and then reached behind her neck to unhook the clasp at the back of her dress. He watched in open-mouthed excited anticipation as Diana unzipped her dress and lowered the bodice to reveal her pale blue bra--her nipples revealed beneath the sheer material of the bra's cups.

She stepped from the dress, and Joey sucked in his breath to see she wore matching pale blue bikini panties. Seeing her in only her bra and panties for the first time, Joey gasped softly in appreciation. Her body was incredible. He continued to watch as she turned and hung her dress with care in the closet.

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Diana examined herself critically in the full-length mirror on the back of her closet door as she hung her dress. In her bra and panties, she felt she still looked pretty damn good for a woman in her forties, turning to examine her figure in profile.

She unhooked her bra and tossed it onto her dresser beside her. She cupped her breasts, pleased to note in her reflection how they still looked pert and pretty--and despite the size, they still jutted proudly with very little sag.

She lowered and stepped from her panties, dropping them beside her bra on the dresser, and then reached for her little nightie that hung on the back of the closet door.

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Joey gaped in wide-eyed, open-mouthed astonishment as Diana removed her bra and began to caress her breasts. My God, he thought, her breasts were even more incredible than he had ever imagined. His erection was immediate--and urgent.

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Diana smiled at herself in the mirror as she reached to touch herself intimately between her legs. She felt the urge she had suppressed for most of the day rising within her--and thought of her special toy.

She stepped to the dresser and opened the top drawer. Reaching beneath the small pile of sweaters for her favorite dildo, she wondered if Joey was also about to relieve himself at that very moment, with the doll in his room.

Diana reclined on her bed, sitting with her back to the headboard, her pillows behind her, and parted her legs. She moved the dildo over the bodice of her nightie, stimulating her nipples. She smiled and bit her lower lip in anticipation of the pleasure that she knew was about to follow.

She set the dildo aside on the bed beside her and began to move her hands over her body. She raised her hands to her breasts, cupping and squeezing her heavy flesh. She pressed her breasts together, kneading the pliant flesh almost roughly as she squeezed and pulled with her fingers. She shuddered pleasurably, feeling her nipples respond and tighten almost painfully. She gripped her nipples and pulled, crying out softly at the exquisitely painful, yet ever so pleasurable, sensation.

She lowered her hands to her thighs, gently caressing her legs and teasingly sliding her fingertips up beneath her nightie, and closed her eyes. She moaned softly as her hands reached her pubic mound, stroking her labia almost teasingly with her fingertips. She felt the warm flow of her vaginal secretions permeating her lips and moaned softly--her fingers becoming slick as she moved her fingertips in a slow circular motion over her clitoris--and slowly began to move her hips to the rhythm of her hand.

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Joey watched Diana with wide-eyed astonishment, his forehead pressed against her bedroom window. Never in his life had he ever witnessed anything even remotely as sensual as Diana touching herself and writhing on her bed. He grasped his urgent erection and, as Diana began to move her hips against her hand, he completely lost control and began to cum--his semen streaming onto the side of the house beneath her window.

As he began to release, he momentarily lost his balance and his forehead pressed a little too hard against the glass. The glass made a loud creaking sound and, to his complete horror, he saw Diana's eyes fly open wide and her head turned toward the window.

With a gasp of alarm, his entire body jolting with fear and adrenaline, he crouched down on his haunches and held his breath as the bedroom light was suddenly switched off and the flower bed was suddenly plunged into deep darkness.

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With a gasp of sudden surprise and fright, Diana leapt from the bed and quickly extinguished the light. From the streetlight several blocks away, she could see a dim shaft of light through a small gap in her curtains.

Oh, my God, she thought, her heart beating rapidly with fear and anxiety. Could there be someone outside her bedroom window? There had most definitely been a loud creaking sound from the window. She wrung her trembling hands fearfully, realizing that anyone out there could have easily watched her.

With her room suffused in darkness, she stealthily approached the window and peered through the gap in the curtains.

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Joey huddled in the darkness, his orgasm and erection gone--a fleeting memory--as his heart beat with alarming rapidity. He dared not move or look up from where he cringed, knowing instinctively that Diana was at the window directly above him. He held his breath.

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Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, Diana pulled the curtains open wider to get a better look outside. The lawn stretched in the dim light with nothing to indicate that anyone was out there or, indeed, had even been there. She sighed, feeling her anxiety begin to abate, and stepped back, pulling the curtains tightly closed. It hadn't been just her imagination, there had been a noise from the direction of the window. Probably nothing more than just a creaky old house, she thought to herself, shaking her head.

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Joey heard the sound of the curtains being pulled away from the window and was almost paralyzed with a sudden fear, knowing that Diana was, at that moment, standing above him and looking out of the window.

He almost cried out in relief when he heard the sound of the curtains being pulled together. He wanted to bolt from his place of hiding and rush to the safety of his room, but he resisted that urge, imagining Diana still poised at the window and looking through a crack in the curtains.

He waited almost a full five minutes, wanting to give himself more than ample time for Diana to lose interest and go to bed before he crept cautiously and silently from beneath her window. He held his breath until he was around the corner of the house and away from her window, then leaned against the house and let his breath out with a soft sigh of relief.

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Diana sat on the edge of the bed and sighed somewhat sadly. She had always cherished the warm, pleasurable afterglow of a wonderful orgasm, but the sudden sound at her window, and her resulting anxiety, had ruined that part of the evening for her.

Oh well, she thought to herself with a shrug of resignation, some days are diamonds and some are just dog shit. No sense crying and moping about it--Move on girl.

She sat in silence for a moment longer, still feeling slightly spooked by the thought of someone--anyone--taking advantage of her that way. She stood, thinking how a warm glass of milk--maybe even spiked with a little brandy--would help to settle her nerves. Almost reluctantly, she stood and made her way into the living room toward the kitchen.

Crossing the living room, she glanced briefly toward the window and was suddenly jolted with renewed fear and anxiety as she detected a shadow moving beyond the sheer draperies. With her heart in her mouth, she slowly approached the window, tiptoeing to move as silently as she possibly could.

She bent her face to the slight gap between the sheers and looked out into the yard once more. At first, she saw nothing, letting her gaze move from side to side across the lawn. She let her breath out, thinking it was most likely her frayed nerves playing tricks on her--when suddenly a figure stepped from the deep shadows of the shrubbery.

Diana gasped, her hands trembling as she clasped them to her mouth. Visions of masked, dangerous men raced through her consciousness--her first thought was of the back door, which was always left unlocked for Joey... in case he needed to get into the house for anything during the night.

She stared at the figure standing outside her house, her eyes wide with fear, and watched as the figure moved away from the shadows. My god, she thought, her mind reeling in complete astonished turmoil, it's Joey! Thank God, it's only Joey. Wait... What... Joey?

At first, she felt relief course through her that it was only Joey and not some nefariously deranged homeless person with evil intent. But then... she suddenly perceived that Joey was completely nude. It did not take any degree in rocket science for Diana to connect the dots. Joey had sneaked to her window to watch her masturbating.

She rose from her crouched position, anger beginning to suffuse her. How DARE he betray her trust that way, she thought. How DARE he take such advantage of her? The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, imagining Joey watching her for his own gratification.

She turned and made her way to the kitchen door, opening it silently and stepping outside onto the landing. She descended the three steps and, keeping to the deep shadows along the wall of the house, moved to the corner where she would see Joey when he would pass to return to his room.

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Joey strolled casually across the lawn, his anxiety completely gone, actually enjoying the warmth of the evening breeze playing over his naked body. It felt very nice, he thought, to be so openly naked and vulnerable outdoors and he smiled slightly as he made his way back toward his room.

"Well..." said Diana, stepping from the deep shadow of the house to block his path. "Did you ENJOY the SHOW?"

Joey jolted as if receiving an electric shock and stood transfixed, his eyes wide with surprise and horror to see Diana standing before him, her hands on her hips.

"Mom!" he managed to gasp, his voice little more than a harsh whisper, "What... what are you... doing out... out here?"

"Never mind what I'M doing out here..." she said, her voice rising higher in pitch as she gave vent to her anger, "What in God's name are YOU doing out here?--And without your clothes?"

"Me?" he gasped lamely, his mind reeling for a good explanation--ANY explanation. "Nothing... really... nothing... just, you know... walking around outside."

Diana stepped up to Joey, her anger seething, and slapped him forcefully, across the side of his face with the flat of her hand. The sound of her hand making contact with his cheek echoed loudly in the stillness of the night.

Surprised by her sudden blow to his face, Joey staggered backward, lost his balance, and fell over onto the lawn. He put his hand to his cheek, gaping up at Diana fearfully as she loomed over him angrily, his cheek stinging painfully from the force of her blow.

Tears suddenly blurred Diana's vision as she looked down at Joey and saw the fear, pain, and anguish in his eyes. What had she done? She had never, in all their years together, raised her hand to him before and a crushing wave of despair flooded her senses as her anger faded.

She felt tremendously ashamed that she had allowed her blind fury to cloud her judgment. There was no denying the fact that Joey had spied on her. But... as she began to think more clearly, she realized that Joey's betrayal had been done in adolescent innocence, more out of curiosity than with malicious intent.

She bent down hurriedly, kneeling beside his prostrate form. As she did so, Joey flinched away from her. The look of fear on his face almost made her cry out in anguish and she wished with all her heart that she could take back the blow and remove the fearful look in his eyes.

"Oh, God... I'm... I'm sorry, honey..." she said, speaking haltingly, "I... shouldn't have done that... I'm so sorry."

Joey lay in stunned silence, his cheek hot and still stinging, not knowing what to say or do. His mind reeled and, despite his mortification at being discovered, he could not help but be completely aware of his total nudity and the fact that Diana was wearing only her skimpy nightgown.

"What on earth were you thinking?" she asked softly, the anger completely gone from her tone of voice. "Why would you DO that to me? You not only... took advantage of... of my privacy, but you... you scared me half to DEATH."

"I'm sorry, Mom... I really am," he replied, his voice sounding shaky and meek, "I didn't mean to scare you... honest."

Diana sighed and took several deep breaths to calm her jangled nerves. She let her breath out slowly and shook her head.

"I'm sorry too, honey. I... shouldn't have hit you. I was just so... so fucking scared... I thought that someone was prowling around the house--maybe even someone dangerous."

Joey nodded, he hadn't realized the extent of the fright he had given her and felt terrible for doing so. "I'm so sorry, Mom."

"Come here," she said, holding her arms out to him.

Joey embraced her, thankful that all seemed slightly forgiven--her near-nude body warm against his skin.

"If you want, we can talk more about all this in the morning," she said, her voice calm and soothing as she kissed his cheek affectionately. "But for now, let's just try to put this whole thing behind us and try to get a good night's sleep."

Joey nodded and, as he stood, Diana rose to stand beside him. They embraced lightly once more and then Joey turned toward his bedroom, hearing Diana close the back door after entering the house.

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Joey quickly made his way across the lawn and up the stairs to his room. He sat on the edge of the bed beside Michelle, his heartbeat still elevated, and shook his head dejectedly. "Oh, shit... Michelle," he whispered, looking down at her aloud, "I really fucked things up tonight."

A sense of guilt weighed heavily on his shoulders--he had taken advantage of her and invaded her privacy. It grieved him to imagine how his moment of complete thoughtlessness may very well have altered the wonderful relationship he had always shared with Diana.

He sighed heavily and tried to put it all out of his mind. There was no sense stewing about it all night. He would take his medicine like a man in the morning, and nothing he did tonight was likely to change that.

He looked down at Michelle, posed ever so seductively with her legs raised and her pussy lips glistening with lubrication. He smiled sadly and reached out his hand to cup her breast. What better way might there be to put tonight's incident out of his mind? His cock twitched with renewed desire and he was suddenly aware of the deep ache in his balls and his need to release his pent-up feelings.

He rolled onto her, insinuating himself between her thighs, and found her invitingly slick pussy lips with the tip of his cock.

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Diana paced back and forth in the kitchen, her mind still in complete turmoil. Striking Joey had affected her more than she had previously realized and she was almost beside herself with remorse and guilt. She kept seeing the hurt, anguish, and fear in his eyes--and each time it made her shudder, and renewed tears would fill her eyes.

She agonized for many minutes, vacillating as to what she should do, as she paced to and fro, wringing her hands one minute and then wiping her eyes the next. She tried to sit down but then stood again almost immediately to resume her anxious pacing. She knew she would have precious little sleep that night and wanted desperately to talk to Joey... to try to make things right between them once again.

With a heavy sigh of resignation, she opened the back door and stepped outside. She bit her lip anxiously and looked up to see a dim light still burning in Joey's bedroom window. She imagined him up there in his room, the haunting look of fear still in his eyes and she almost cried aloud with grief.

She made her way across the lawn hurriedly, intending to apologize profusely and beg his forgiveness. She knew she would not be able to sleep, or even rest comfortably until she knew he was all right.

In her bare feet, she climbed the stairs noiselessly and opened the door to his room. Stepping inside, and meaning to call out to him, she paused. A soft, rhythmic sound was coming from beyond the short retaining wall. Peering around the wall, her eyes widened with surprise to see Joey on the bed with his doll.

She gasped silently and ducked her head back behind the wall, her heart beating rapidly. The sound she was hearing was the sound being made as Joey coupled with the doll on his bed.

In that one brief instant--the vision of Joey's bare buttocks thrusting with energetic enthusiasm--would forever be seared into her memory.

For as long as she had known about the doll's existence, as well as its inherent sexual purpose, she had never allowed herself to imagine Joey using it. My god, she thought, her hand on her chest, it was as if they were really having sex.

Suddenly the sounds emanating from beyond the wall changed. The sound of their coupling suddenly increased in tempo and she could actually hear their bodies slapping together. With her imagination suddenly running wild and, unable to control the urge to look once more, she peeked around the corner of the wall a second time.

The doll's legs were raised on each side of Joey's torso, bent at the knees, with her high-heeled shoes still on. Joey lay between her legs, his face buried in the doll's neck--his hips thrusting very rapidly.

Unable to tear her eyes away, Diana stood silently and watched. She knew how very wrong it was for her to be there and watching Joey--betraying his privacy just as he had betrayed hers--the irony of the moment was not lost on her.

The muscles in Joey's buttocks flexed provocatively with each thrust of his hips and she felt the warmth of arousal flood between her legs. Finally, her conscience riddled with guilt, she began to back away.

At that moment, Joey moaned softly and his hips began to move with such a provocatively stunning speed and forcefulness that it almost made Diana gasp aloud. Joey moaned deep in his throat and a shiver coursed through Diana to hear the intensity of his desire in his voice.

She stared in wide-eyed fascination for another few seconds, watching his small, round buttocks rising and falling as he strove toward orgasm, and felt a warmth of arousal begin to permeate her. With that, she knew she had stayed too long and silently backed away and silently closed the door behind her.

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Joey cried out as his first ejaculation erupted into Michelle. He crushed her body to his and, in his moments of rapture, surrendered to the pleasure of her vagina and released--again and again--forgetting for that moment all of the earlier anxiety and embarrassment.

He lay motionless on top of her for several minutes after his final ejaculation, feeling his cock soften inside her, just enjoying the sensation of her willing and pliant body beneath his and savoring the afterglow of his pleasurable release.

When he finally rolled from between Michelle's legs, he lay on his back as thoughts of Diana once again crept into his thoughts along with a renewed sense of guilt and anxiety. With a heavy sigh, he reached over to switch off the light.

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In the darkness of her kitchen once more, Diana seated herself at the kitchen table. The irony of their situation made her smile. She was not immune to the underlying humorous aspects of the evening's events.  To think that she could have had such a remarkable turnaround from being so insanely angry with Joey one moment... to complete empathy the next.

She realized that, given the same set of circumstances, she would very likely take advantage of a situation to watch Joey perform sexually with his doll. Not unlike, she imagined, the way Joey had taken advantage of her when he had realized there might be a gap between her curtains and knew she was about to masturbate.

She couldn't help but wonder what he had seen earlier from outside her bedroom window. She had only begun to masturbate when she heard the noise from the window. In her heart of hearts, she sincerely hoped that Joey had received as much pleasure from watching her as she had received just now from watching him.

With a sigh, she stood and made her way to her bedroom, switching on the bedside lamp. She smiled to see her dildo lying on the bed where she had left it and felt the warmth of renewed arousal.

A rather naughty thought occurred to her at that moment and she smiled and bit her lip. Despite her earlier anger and indignation for the invasion of her privacy, the idea of being watched while masturbating was--to her surprise--not at all an unpleasant thought. It was even arousing to contemplate.

Impulsively, she crossed the room to the window and parted the curtains a few inches, much as they had been earlier when Joey was outside.

Having just seen him up in his room with his doll, she knew that it would be extremely unlikely for Joey to revisit the flowerbed outside her window. But... just the mere thought that the possibility even EXISTED excited her very much.

Leaving her bedroom light on, she reclined on her bed and began touching herself. Her arousal was greatly enhanced by her provocatively parted curtains and the fantasy of someone watching her. She began to perform for just such an imaginary someone at the window, writhing sensually as she squeezed her breasts and teased her clitoris.

Moments later, she removed her nightie--tossing it aside--and rose onto her hands and knees--presenting her derriere to the window. She spread her legs and inserted the dildo into her vagina, excited by the knowledge that anyone watching her from the window would be receiving an extremely explicit view.

She imagined Joey's tight round buttocks cheeks thrusting so rapidly against his doll--and plunged the dildo into herself with equal rapidity. Moments later, she received a tremendously powerful orgasm, her entire body thrashing and shuddering wildly, as she gasped and cried out--her face buried into her pillow.

Some time later, with the light extinguished, she slipped under the covers of her bed and smiled. To have... performed, with such open sluttishness, for an imaginary someone had been an exceptional thrill and had resulted in a rather exceptional orgasm as well.

As she drifted off to sleep, she wondered how she might investigate further explorations into her naughtier fantasies.

(The story will continue in Diana and the Doll - Part 5)

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Author's note

Thank you for taking the time to read my story, I can only hope you have enjoyed Part 4 of Diana and the Doll. Part 5 will be forthcoming soon.

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