Diana and the Doll - Pt. 05

Part 05 - Virginity

The next morning, Diana rose from her bed with a renewed vision for her future and was happier than she had felt in a very long time.

She put the events of the previous evening on the back burner of her subconscious thoughts, confident in the knowledge she would be able to better her contentious relationship with Joey.

With the kitchen radio playing softly, she danced and bobbed her head while she prepared breakfast. She looked up with startled surprise to see Joey standing in the kitchen doorway.

"Hey there, good morning," she beamed merrily, slightly embarrassed to have been caught humming along with Alanah Myles and moving her hips suggestively to the beat of her song, 'Black Velvet'.

"Good morning to you, too," he said with a self-conscious smile. He was exceptionally pleased to see her acting so cheerful after the events of the previous night. "You dance pretty good for a..." He paused, catching himself. He had been about to say 'for an older woman', but suddenly thought it seemed like an inappropriate comment.

"For a what? A decrepit old woman my age?" she responded, filling in his pause with a coy smile and a raised brow. "Careful what you say," she warned, playfully raising the wooden spoon she'd been using to stir her skillet of eggs, and waving it at him threateningly. "I may be old and decrepit, but I can still beat you to a pulp with this here wooden spoon."

Joey's smile suddenly faded, and with a gasp, Diana realized her intended humor had inadvertently invoked the violent events of last night.

She dropped the spoon in the skillet and crossed the room to Joey, taking him in her arms and embracing him with warm affection.

"I'm sorry, honey," she murmured, her lips near his ear, "I was only trying to be funny, but I guess it was a poor choice of words." She pulled back, holding his head between her hands and looking into his eyes, "It absolutely breaks my heart every time I think about hitting you last night. I'm so sorry, honey."

Joey nodded, "I'm sorry too, Mom," he said. "And you had every right to do what you did. I deserved it."

Diana sighed and released him. "I just hope you understand that when I reacted so violently last night... it wasn't because you were sneaking around outside my bedroom window to try to watch me. It was because you scared me half to death."

Joey nodded, he had never thought beyond his desire to possibly witness her masturbating to even consider the possible fright such a thing might give her..

"So," said Diana, smiling cheerfully once more, "Just remember, I love you with all my heart, Joey. And I hope we can both put last night behind us and move on, okay?"

Joey smiled and nodded as relief swept through him. "I love you too, Mom," he said.

As they sat down to breakfast, Diana realized how wonderful it had been to hear Joey say he loved her, and wondered if he felt the same when she said it to him. She silently vowed to tell him more often.

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For the rest of that week, they both made a concerted effort to act as if their night of contention never happened, at least to each other.

Joey gave up his usual pretense with his doll, and never referred to her as Michelle again. He still thought of the doll as 'she' and 'her', but whenever he used her for his sexual gratification--and he used her a lot--he preferred to think of her as Diana, and always brought to mind how beautiful she had looked so scantily dressed while teasing herself on her bed with her dildo.

For her part, Diana became infinitely more intimately acquainted with her washing machine's spin cycle, masturbating with it frequently, and often with visions of Joey's buttocks thrusting as rapidly as the washing machine.

One afternoon, after a lengthy, rejuvenating soak in her bathtub, she used her personal grooming device--and her razor--to remove any vestiges of hair from her pubic area--especially her labia. She especially wanted the special intimacy of her labial contact with the smoothly rounded corner of her washing machine to be as sensual as possible--and on her very next encounter, when her vaginal secretions lubricated her contact with the washing machine, she was very pleasurably rewarded for her efforts.

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One evening, they binge-watched episodes of "Killing Eve", a program they both enjoyed. When the program ended, they discussed watching another, even though it was getting late.

"I will if you will," said Joey with a smile. He knew he had to work early the next day, but shrugged it off... he'd be okay.

"Okay," nodded Diana, "But first I'd like to change out of these clothes and pour myself another glass of wine."

Joey waited on the sofa patiently, scrolling through a few emails on his phone. He looked up when Diana came into the room and smiled to see she had dressed for bed, wearing a thin silk robe over one of her nighties. It was not unusual for her to do so in the evenings, and it always pleased him to see her dressed so intimately.

Diana made her way into the kitchen to refill her wine glass. It was her fourth glass, and she was already feeling the light-headed loss of her balance as well as her inhibitions. She had been feeling a heightened state of sexual arousal all evening and reached out to caress the smoothly rounded corner of her washing machine affectionately. "I'll be back," she whispered to the washing machine... and then snickered somewhat tipsily as visions of Arnold Schwarzenegger's Terminator character using the same words.

While he waited in the living room, Joey thought about the program they had just watched. It had touched upon the subject of virginity, and it gave him pause to contemplate the genuine essence of his relationship with his doll.

As Diana entered the living room and resumed her seat on the sofa, Joey turned to her. "Hey, Mom, I'm curious about something," he said, "It's about virginity."

Diana was a little startled by his words. "Okay," she responded with a smile as she crossed her legs and sipped her wine, "What's on your mind about virginity?"

Joey looked suddenly self-conscious, "Well," he began hesitantly, sensing the uncertainty of the moment. "The show we were just watching had to do with that guy losing his virginity, remember?"

Diana nodded, "I do."

"And, well, it kinda got me starting to think about it," he continued, warming to the subject. "I mean, it'll probably sound like a really stupid question, but... well, you know how realistic my doll is, right?"

Diana raised an eyebrow and nodded, curious as to where he was going with this. "Yes?" she said.

"Well, I guess the show got me starting to wonder if... well... if I would still be considered to be a virgin after being with her?" he said, looking at her hopefully.

Diana bit her lip to suppress an urge to laugh aloud. But, because of the look of sincere innocence on his face, she also quashed the impulse to smile. She paused momentarily, composing her facial expression, and merely smiled thoughtfully.

"Well... of course, you're still a virgin, honey," she responded calmly with a little shake of her head. "Why on earth would you think otherwise?"

"Well..." he stammered uncertainly with a frown, averting his gaze, "You know... because she's so realistic and everything."

"And?" Diana prodded, sensing where he might be going with the subject, but needing to hear it from his lips.

"Well... I mean..." he continued to stammer, "Being with her is... you know... almost exactly like having sex with a real woman. Don't you think?"

Diana sighed and smiled a little sadly. "You and I have had similar conversations about your doll before," she said with only a hint of an admonishing smile, to let him know she wasn't completely annoyed by having to do it again. "And, if you really want my honest opinion, I'll be happy to tell you."

When Joey nodded, she continued. "I think that using the doll... in the sexual manner it was intended by the manufacturer... might very well have a physical similarity to being with a real woman, but it's definitely not the same as being with a real woman."

"Yeah... But what about..." he countered.

Diana held up her hand to interrupt what was sure to be another of his silly rationalizations and shook her head. The memory of Joey's buttocks flexing so sensually as he copulated with the doll suddenly leapt into her wine-besotted mind, and she felt her face warm in response.

"Listen..." she said, reaching to take hold of his hand affectionately, "I'll grant you that... the similarity is obvious and very real. The doll has the shape and figure of a woman... and certainly also has all the physical features and genitalia of a woman."

Joey nodded in enthusiastic agreement.

"But... in all honesty, honey, I'm afraid that's where the similarity ends. The doll simply ISN'T a real woman. It's... an inanimate object, made out of plastic and silicone... and, well... to put it bluntly--and I've said this before--when you 'use' the doll, you aren't having sex, you're just masturbating with it. Do you understand the distinction?"

Joey hesitated with a frown on his face and nodded reluctantly. "I guess I do, kind of," he said, "But... I mean... come on, how much of a difference can there really be? Her vagina is specifically crafted to be especially realistic... it said so in the papers that came in her box."

"A realistic vagina?" responded Diana with a raised eyebrow, pursing her lips thoughtfully. "And who designated it to be realistic? Some guy who stuck his dick into a piece of silicone and thought, Hmm... yeah, that feels about right?"

Joey sat back thoughtfully, her words stinging, but certainly with more than a grain of reality.

"Listen," said Diana, lowering her voice placatingly, "I've seen the doll's genitalia, remember? And I'll grant you her pussy certainly LOOKS somewhat authentic. I'm also guessing it probably also feels reasonably nice for all the men who use it that way. But, I'm afraid that's the extent of it, honey. As nice as it probably looks and feels, it's going to be nothing like the feel of a real woman's vagina."

When Joey opened his mouth to comment, she continued, "In time, when you find the right person, and the moment is right, you will then know the truth about what I'm saying."

Joey sighed heavily in resignation. It was the same old mantra... when you're older, you'll understand. Blah, blah, blah. He'd heard it so many times over the years from both her and Gary. It didn't answer his question, it only pushed it aside, as always, and--as always--it frustrated and annoyed him.

He thought for a second, watching Diana as she took several more swallows of wine.

"Okay," he said, "I guess I kinda get what it is that you're saying."

Diana nodded with a smile.

"But, when you say the doll's vagina looks rather authentic..." he paused, collecting his thoughts, "Would you say her vagina looks like yours?"

"Of course not," said Diana with a hearty laugh, "Mine is MUCH prettier."

When Joey didn't join her in laughter and merely frowned, she thought about what she had just said and mentally slapped her forehead. Goddamn wine, she thought. One glass is not enough--two is too many--and three is not enough.

"Will you show me?" Joey asked, his eyes wide with curiosity.

"What?" she said, her voice little more than a whisper as she wondered if she heard him correctly.

"I was just wondering if you would let me see how you look. You know... between your legs... so I can see the difference between a real woman... and my doll," he said, explaining hopefully.

Diana blinked uncertainly. At first blush, it seemed like such an innocuous request. And, exposing herself to Joey seemed relatively harmless, it was, nonetheless, not something mothers typically did with their sons. She took a large swallow from her glass and pursed her lips thoughtfully. It might even be a rather enlightening experience for him--a dose of reality, as it were.

"I suppose," she began hesitantly, still unsure as to the wisdom of her decision, "it would be all right, just this once." Impulsively, before her conscience had a chance to weigh in with a heavy dose of self-doubt, she angled her body toward Joey and pulled open her robe. Pausing only momentarily, she lifted the front of her nightie and parted her thighs.

Joey gaped in astonishment to suddenly see Diana so openly and intimately revealed. Her genitalia was, in a word, beautiful. Unlike his doll, Diana's pussy lips were smoothly shaved and delicately formed--her vulva appeared softly rounded and perfectly formed. She looked fresh, clean, and wholesome, while his doll's gaping lips seemed vulgar by comparison.

Diana watched Joey's eyes as he stared down between her legs, and a warm flush suffused her entire body.

After a long, poignant moment of silence, Diana demurely closed her legs and lowered her nightie. "There," she said, reaching for her nearly empty wineglass. "Was that a good enough look for you?"

Joey nodded silently as Diana stood, "I'm maybe going to need just a little more wine," she murmured to herself.

He watched her cross the room to the kitchen--staggering ever so slightly--and realized she was a little tipsy. He was more than a little surprised that she had so readily opened herself to him so intimately, and couldn't help but wonder if it was because the wine had helped her make that decision.

While she was out of the room, he adjusted the front of his pants to minimize the bulge of his rapidly rising erection. It wasn't just the glimpse of Diana's pussy that had aroused him so much, it was everything else he had seen in those brief fleeting moments. Her plush thighs and broad fleshy hips--so unlike his much slenderer doll--had taken his breath away.

Diana refilled her glass, upending the bottle to get the last drops into her glass. She paused and took a sip, wondering at the wisdom--or lack thereof--of revealing herself so intimately to Joey. She had to admit, though, doing it had given her a momentary thrill of excitement. Especially when he had stared between her legs with so much enthusiasm--possibly even admiration?

Reaching between her legs, she giggled silently to feel how wet she had become, and smiled with renewed anticipation at the smoothly rounded porcelain corner of her washing machine.

Joey looked up as she entered the living room, noting her slightly unsteady gait and the bright flush on her cheeks.

Keeping her eyes averted demurely, Diana resumed her seat on the sofa and crossed her legs.

"Thank you for showing me," said Joey, giving her a little smile.

"You're welcome, honey," she said, returning his smile, her cheeks still highly flushed. "I hope it helped you to understand the difference better."

"Would you ever consider letting me see what it actually FEELS like... you know, to be inside a real woman's vagina?" he asked hesitantly, wondering how amenable she might be to such a thing. Especially after having had so much wine.

Diana's jaw dropped in astonishment. "Are you suggesting we have sex?" And, for as much as the thought felt vaguely abhorrent to her, she couldn't dispel the image of Joey's enthusiastic pelvic thrusts out of her mind. "I'm your MOTHER."

"No, no, no..." Joey hurriedly responded to her negative response, not wanting her to get the wrong impression. "No, Mom... no. Not sex, no."

"Then what the hell are you suggesting?" she asked, taking another large swallow of wine.

Joey turned toward her, hoping to ease her mind about the thought of having sex. He bit his lip, wanting to find just the right words. "Okay... you're always saying how much different a real woman's vagina is compared to my doll. Right?"

When Diana nodded hesitantly, Joey continued. "So... I just thought that... maybe if you would... you know... let me go inside you--ONLY for a second or two--NOT sex, no. It would only be for a couple of seconds, nothing more. It'd just be to see what the actual difference is. That's all."

"You're serious?" she asked with a concerned look, "Because, putting your penis into my vagina is LITERALLY the definition of having sex." She made a circle with the thumb and forefinger of her left hand, and with the extended forefinger of her right hand, moved it in and out of the circle several times--the quintessentially cliched pantomime of sex.

Joey rolled his eyes and nodded, "Yeah, yeah... I know," he said, "I get what you're saying, Mom, but it wouldn't be this," he repeated her pantomime with his own hands. "It would only be this," he said, sliding the forefinger of his right hand into the circle made with the left, holding it there momentarily... and then pulling it out. "If that was all it would be, it wouldn't really be having sex then, would it? I would only go inside you for a second or two and then pull myself back out."

He watched as her shoulders relaxed and she nodded thoughtfully while giving him a sidelong glance.

Despite the gravity of what Joey was suggesting, Diana couldn't help but feel somewhat mollified. What Joey was suggesting wasn't completely egregious, it was, in essence, nothing more than a genuine curiosity to understand the truth of what she had been telling him all along. It was, after all, one thing for her to say to him how his doll's genitalia was nothing like a real woman's vagina--and quite another for him to merely accept her words as truth.

The idea was completely incestuous--and yet, presented with such an innocent naivete, it melted her heart. Adopted or not, Joey was her one and only son, and she loved him with all her heart. She would cheerfully take a bullet for him--lay down her life for him. Beyond the Biblical and legal ramifications of incest, what physical harm would there be? Emotional harm? Possibly. Certainly, there was that to take into consideration.

But Joey was of legal age and an adult. The implications of child abuse were laughably ridiculous. She looked into Joey's eyes and saw only a hopeful curiosity.

"That's all it would be?" she asked, "A quick little penetration for a comparison with your doll's vagina?

Joey nodded enthusiastically and raised his right hand, "That's it exactly, Mom, that's all it would be. I promise."

Her heart went out to him at that moment, and her eyes misted. In the back of her mind, she knew she had consumed far too much wine to be making such a serious--possibly even life-changing--decision while under the influence and tried to weigh the consequences.

In the end, it was Joey's often childishly immature sentiments about the damn doll that helped make her decision. If nothing else, she hoped it might help to dispel his often-voiced assertion that his doll manifested some form of humanity purely because of its constructed female similarity. When, in reality, it was nothing more than a plastic receptacle for his semen.

"If... that's the case," she said, speaking hesitantly, "If that's all you want to do, I suppose I would allow it."

Joey's eyes widened and he smiled, "Oh, wow, Mom... Okay... When can we... you know... when can we do it?"

Seeing the pleasure and excitement on his face, Diana returned his smile, "I suppose... we could even do it right now if you like," she said, actually beginning to warm to the idea of enlightening his occasionally smug attitude.

Joey licked his lips and nodded. Holy shit, he thought. What happens now? How do we even physically go about DOING this?

Sensing his hesitancy and insecurity, she suddenly realized that--similar to the proverbial barking dog who finally caught the car--Joey was suddenly at a loss for how to turn his bold request into reality. Her heart went out to him, and with a mother's intuition, she understood she would have to be the one to take the initiative. Diana shifted on the sofa, facing him as she reclined back onto the sofa cushions. Once again, she opened her robe, raised her nightie, and parted her legs.

With his eyes riveted between her legs, Diana reached down to slip her middle finger between her lips to moisten the entrance for him... and was mildly astonished to feel how very wet she had become.

"I guess I'm ready... when you are," she said softly with a demure smile.

Feeling suddenly hesitant about exposing his erection to her, Joey stood and undid his jeans, lowering them, along with his briefs, down to his knees. He knelt on the sofa in front of her, between her splayed legs.

Diana caught her breath when Joey's erection sprang from his briefs. She had, of course, seen his penis a great many times in his youth, but never in the past ten or so years when his nudity had been an issue of embarrassment as he matured. His erection was lovely--arched almost gracefully as it bobbed urgently in front of him, and a wave of heat radiated through her body as she imagined how it would feel to have him inside her.

She bit her lip to will away those sentiments. Damn it, she thought, this was all for Joey, she was bound and determined not to take personal pleasure in it.

Joey reclined forward onto his arms, never taking his eyes from her vulva.

As he neared, Diana's heart began to race. "Do you need me to help guide you?"

Joey shook his head, he was well-versed in finding and penetrating his doll's vagina and knew exactly what to do.

Joey swallowed and moved toward her, bringing the tip of his erection down to part her labia. He kept his eyes down, watching as the tip of his erection disappeared inside her. While his doll's labia was pleasantly tactile and soft, it was nothing like the exquisitely yielding softness of Diana's lips.

Diana gasped softly as he began to penetrate her, his penis felt very good, almost TOO good.

He sensed the beautiful slick wetness of her vagina and quickly pressed forward to penetrate her fully--and in that instant--realized how completely wrong he had been. To his complete and utter astonishment, he suddenly found himself instantly on the brink of orgasm.

His mind reeled at this completely unexpected sensation. His doll's vagina had always felt wonderful--sometimes even beyond wonderful--and never failed to bring him to orgasm. But Diana's vagina--so warm--so tight--so deliciously slick and wet--seemed to embrace and caress his cock with an overwhelming sensuality--beyond exquisite--like nothing he had ever imagined, and he suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to release well before he had reached full penetration.

He gritted his teeth in an attempt to stem the rising urgency within him, but it was like trying to stop a runaway train. Realizing he might not be able to stop his orgasm from happening, he redoubled his efforts. Joey closed his eyes and held himself perfectly still as he tried to think of multiplication tables, puppies, IP addressing, and subnetting--ANYTHING--to relieve the urgency of his release. He had to stop himself from cumming--had to--HAD to. He cried out in anguish as his first ejaculation erupted inside her, followed a half-second later by the second, and the third--each one drawing him deeper into his feeling of abject failure.

Diana caught her breath and her eyes widened in surprise as she felt Joey's penis pulsing inside her--after years of marriage, she understood that particular sensation very well, Joey was ejaculating inside her. His eyes were tightly closed as he grimaced in his attempt to suppress his release.

The pained look of anxiety and shame on his face melted her heart, and despite the disturbing fact that Joey was cumming inside her, she was suddenly suffused with love for him.

Joey gasped and his eyes opened, looking down into Diana's eyes as his traitorous cock continued to ejaculate into her.

"Oh, God, Mom... Oh, God... I couldn't stop it," he gasped, his eyes imploring. "I tried not to... but I..."

"Shhh," whispered Diana, reaching out to stroke his cheek lovingly, "It's all right, honey... It's all right." She took him in her arms, embracing him and pulling his body down onto her, his face buried against her neck.

She felt the delicious looseness inside her as Joey's semen flooded her vagina and sighed pleasurably. It had been years since she had felt that beautiful sensation, and she smiled, cradling him in her arms.

It pleased her also to know that Joey now finally realized the veracity of her words. That a real woman's vagina--HER vagina--had so completely overwhelmed his ability to stem the rising tide of his orgasm. She smiled broadly, feeling it was not just a statement about his doll, but also a lovely compliment for her--as well as all women.

Joey's mind reeled. Oh, my God, Oh, my God, he thought. It happened, it really happened. I just came inside her. Not in the way he had always fantasized, it had happened for him in the blink of an eye, before he even had the sense to realize it was happening.

A sudden anxiety coursed through him as he realized he had just cum inside Diana without any protection. He never dreamed he would even need it.

"Oh, no, Mom," he gasped as the full realization descended on him, "I didn't think. I should have worn a condom."

Diana smiled, pleased by his concern. "There's nothing to worry about, honey. I've never been able to become pregnant. It's why Gary and I brought you into our lives in the first place."

Relief swept through him to hear her words. Still, he was more than a little ashamed for cumming inside her, especially after he had promised their coitus would only be a brief in-and-out to compare a real vagina with his doll's vagina. And, oh, God... she had been SO right, the difference was absolutely staggering. He realized it from the very instant he parted her labia and began to penetrate her, how right she had been. His doll's vagina--pleasurable as it had been--was, by comparison, nothing more than a slippery plastic hole to masturbate into.

A real woman's vagina--Diana's vagina--was an entire quantum leap in sensuality compared to the doll. Diana had been right all along, and he had just been too naive and stupidly ignorant to see the wisdom and experience behind her words.

Lying in her arms, he moved his hips gently to sense his cock moving inside her--and, to his complete sense of wonderment, he began to feel a renewed sense of urgency.

Diana's eyes misted with a heavy sadness. Not because Joey had cum inside her--to her astonishment she discovered it had been a poignantly beautiful moment for her--so pure and innocently unexpected.

It broke her heart to realize her wine-besotted wits had clouded her judgment and very likely ruined what should have been a very special experience for Joey. She should have known better--should have realized what would happen to him.

She sighed and caressed him, moving her hands tenderly over his back. "I'm so sorry, honey," she murmured, kissing the side of his head.

Joey lifted his head in surprise, "You're sorry?" he gasped, "Mom, I'm the one who is sorry. I tried not to..."

"I know, honey... I know, I know," she interrupted. "I'm sorry because... when the special moment came for you, it was ruined because you were trying so hard to stop it from happening."

Joey shook his head, "I don't... understand."

"Losing your virginity should have been a beautiful moment for you... and not something you felt bad about... or had to hold back."

Joey smiled as the sudden realization swept through him, "Are you saying I'm not a virgin anymore?"

Diana smiled sadly and nodded, "And, I'm sorry it had to happen with me... instead of someone special."

Joey shook his head. While she had been right all along about everything else, she was so wrong about her being special. "No, Mom, that's not true. Nobody is more special to me than you." He raised his head to look into her eyes and smiled, "I'm glad that, when it happened for me, it happened with you."

She pulled his head back down and bit her lip so he would not see the tears welling in her eyes. In her heart, she realized a mortifyingly shameful truth--she was also happy it had happened with her. From that moment when she accidentally witnessed Joey sexually engaged with his doll, she couldn't deny that a sense of sexual appeal had begun growing within her.

She had, with increasing frequency, shamelessly recalled that particular vision of Joey's buttocks and hips thrusting rapidly--to the same rhythm of her washing machine as she masturbated.

"Maybe," she murmured, kissing his cheek, "we should think about bringing this little experiment to a close."

Joey moved his hips, and she felt him stir inside her. "Oh, God, Mom," he gasped, "I think if I move... even a little bit... it'll happen again."

Diana shivered as an emotional swell coursed through her body. Joey's erection still felt urgently hard inside her. Could he possibly be able to cum again so soon after the first? The thought was not in the least unpleasant.

She lifted his head to look into his eyes, "If it CAN happen again, then I want you to do it. If it happens, don't try to stop it... just let it go."

Joey raised his pelvis slightly and then thrust into her gently. His eyelids fluttered, and he gasped, lowering his face to her neck.

"Yes," whispered Diana, grasping his little round buttocks cheeks and pulling him tightly to her, "Don't stop yourself, honey... let it go."

With a soft groan, Joey began to thrust into her, slowly at first and then more rapidly... and with increasing force.

Diana's entire body seemed to swell with an aching need. She felt Joey swelling inside her and his penis pulsed. She felt a renewed flood of semen permeating her vagina as Joey released... and released. Her breath caught in her throat as she looked down to see Joey's buttocks flexing with each rapid thrust of his hips.

Oh my God, her mind screamed, as she realized all those times she had masturbated with the fantasy of Joey's buttocks and rapid pelvic thrusts had become a physical reality. She gasped aloud, feeling the rise of her orgasm beginning to swell in the pit of her stomach.

And then--suddenly--it was over. Joey lay still on top of her, his penis losing its urgency as he rapidly softened--his lust satiated.

Diana gritted her teeth in sad frustration, as she felt a warm flow of Joey's semen dribble from her and down between her buttocks cheeks. Had Joey lasted another five seconds, she would surely have surrendered to the pleasure.

She cradled Joey in her arms, warmed by the knowledge that it had been much nicer for him this time. At least she would have that beautiful memory for the rest of her life.

As her maternal good sense reasserted itself, she realized it had probably been for the best for it to end without her orgasm complicating the issue of intimacy between them. She smiled, pleased with the knowledge that it had all been for Joey. He had finally surrendered his virginity safely, without the anxiety of a possible pregnancy, and that thought made her smile.

It WAS sex the second time, she realized with a twinge of remorse and shame, and while it certainly didn't last very long--fifteen seconds, twenty at the most--Joey had thrust his hips vigorously into her until he came. He had, quite literally, fucked her.

She smiled once more, secure in the knowledge that sex had not been Joey's intention--he had promised nothing more than a quick in and out. The fact that the reality of a real woman's vagina had so completely overwhelmed him, pleased her most of all. What would he think of his precious doll now?

Joey raised his head, smiling down at her a little sheepishly as he rose onto his knees and his penis slipped from her. Diana quickly pulled her robe between her legs as a seemingly large gout of semen seeped from her.

"I'm sorry, Mom," he said, self-consciously averting his eyes as he pulled up his briefs. "I really didn't mean for any of that to happen."

Diana sat up and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close. "You have nothing to be sorry for, honey," she said, kissing his ear. With her hands on his shoulders, she held him at arm's length and smiled.

"Now, wipe that sad look off your face," she said, "A beautiful thing happened between us tonight. It probably shouldn't have happened, but... let's agree to keep it in our memories as a beautiful moment and move on."

Joey nodded, thinking that was probably the best thing to do. It would be hard for him to look at her now and not remember tonight... and how beautiful it felt to be inside her. The mother figure of his childhood was forever gone.

He sat beside her once more on the sofa, and they embraced warmly. "Are you okay?" said Diana.

Joey nodded, "Are you okay, Mom?"

Diana smiled, "I am," she responded. "As long as we can both agree that tonight was just a one-time thing. It won't ever happen again."

Joey nodded, "I understand, and I think you're right," he said. "I think you've probably been right about everything all along."

"Probably?" she interjected with a smile.

Joey laughed in response to her facetiously cocked eyebrow, "Okay," he responded, "More than probably... almost always, then."

"ALMOST?" asked Diana, with yet another wide-eyed, humorous look on her face.

Joey laughed again, and Diana joined him. It was good to break the seriousness of the mood with laughter, and he felt a calm sense of well-being suffuse him.

"Okay, okay..." he replied, "You win. But in all honesty, I have to tell you that you weren't completely right about everything. There was one little thing you were wrong about."

"Oh?" responded Diana with a curious raise of an eyebrow. "Pray tell, what might that be?"

Joey nodded, hoping his attempt at humor would amuse her. "Yeah, I'm afraid so," he said, trying very hard to look serious and not to smile, "When you said that a real woman's vagina was a lot different than my doll's vagina... well, you weren't exactly right about that."

Diana swallowed and blinked her eyes in astonishment. After what just happened? What the hell was he talking about?

"Because," he elaborated, "It really wasn't a LOT different."

Diana sat in stunned silence, thinking she could not believe her ears.

"The difference was more of an astronomical quantum leap!" he said, his smile broadening.

Diana laughed aloud, "You little shit," she said playfully smacking his arm, "You had me completely sucked in."

They laughed together, and the mood of warmth and togetherness returned.

"Well," said Diana, "I think it's probably time we said good night, don't you think?"

Joey nodded and stood up, and Diana stood with him. She reached out her arms and they embraced warmly, their embrace lingering sensually as if they were two lovers hating to part.

When Diana finally pulled away with a sigh, she held Joey at arm's length and smiled sadly, "Now listen," she said, looking at him somewhat sternly, "Tomorrow morning, when you come down to breakfast... we're both going to act, for all the world, as if tonight never happened. Am I being clear enough on that point?"

Joey nodded, remembering the promise he had made. "I know, Mom," he said with a nod, "Like it never happened."

"All right then, honey... goodnight," she said, kissing him briefly on his lips before turning away toward her bedroom door.

Joey watched her walk away, and his heart felt suddenly saddened to realize this night had been special, and that he would never again experience the same level of intimacy with her.

"Hey, Mom?" he called just as she was about to enter her bedroom.

Diana turned and smiled expectantly.

"Thank you for tonight," he said, softly and earnestly. "I love you."

Diana's eyes misted and she smiled, "I love you too, honey. Sleep well."

Closing the bedroom door behind her, Diana leaned her back against the door and sighed. She listened as Joey turned off the lights, and then, a few moments later, she heard the closing of the back door.

She smiled to herself and shook her head, "Jesus, Diana," she said aloud, "What in the world have you done?" It seemed almost inconceivable that she had just had sex with Joey--her son. And, as she moved away from the door, she felt even more evidence of her indiscretion seeping from her to dribble down the inside of her thighs.

"God," she gasped, quickly lifting her nightie as she reached for a handful of tissues. Joey must have really let go; there seemed to be an extraordinary amount of semen. She removed her robe and, holding it under her bedside lamp, was astonished to see such a large semen stain.

She blotted the inside of her thighs and her pussy lips and then sat on the edge of the bed for several moments. All of a sudden, she was wracked with uncontrollable sobbing. The magnitude of her indiscretion descended upon her with crushing force, and she could do nothing but curl into a fetal position on the bed and let the feeling run its course.

After several minutes, she rose and applied tissues to her eyes, then made her way to the bathroom to wash her face. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and shook her head sadly as she performed her nightly ablutions.

She returned to her bedroom and switched off the light, slipping beneath the sheets and sighing heavily as she lay her head on the pillow. She stared at the ceiling for several minutes, lost in her self-recriminations, and hoped that she would at least be able to sleep for a few hours that night.

Surprisingly, just as she began to drift off, she heard the distinct sound of the back door opening and closing--and approaching footfalls.

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Joey paced back and forth in his bedroom, his mind in complete turmoil. Holy shit, he kept repeating over and over in his mind. He had fucked Diana... he hadn't just fantasized about it, he had really DONE it. It had all happened so fast that he hardly had time even to register what was going on before it was over.

"SHIT!" he cried aloud, slamming his fist into his open palm, "You blew it, you fucking dork... you fucking BLEW it."

All too late, he had come to the realization that Diana had been right all along, while he had been smugly naive and ignorant. When it came to being with a real woman, there was absolutely no comparison to his plastic imitation of a woman--his "love" doll, Michelle. It even made him cringe to think he had treated her as if she were real, and even called her by name.

He looked at the doll, lying in wait for him... no... not anymore, he thought with a shake of his head. How could he ever find pleasure in the doll again? It seemed completely absurd by comparison with the exquisite sensuality of being with Diana.

And, with Diana, he had screwed up big time. In a major dork-like fashion, he had completely lost his fucking mind and cum the very instant he got inside her. "FUCK!" he cried aloud again, looking heavenward as if for divine guidance. She had seemed so warm and receptive to him, had almost seemed so willing. Only to have him lose all control and leave her hanging. Because that's exactly what he had done--left her hanging with nary a thought whatsoever about HER pleasure.

With another cry of anguish, he bent over and pushed the doll off the bed and onto the floor. He sat on the bed and wrung his hands in despair. What was he to do? There would never be a second chance to make a first impression, and his first impression had been pathetic and dismal, to say the least. GOD, he had SO wanted to please Diana, and, in that effort, had failed miserably.

He wished there had been more time to talk to her, to tell her how he really felt about what had happened. She had been so sweet about it all, even happy to have shared in the intimacy of losing his virginity, never saying a word about her own pleasure.

He stewed about it for many long minutes and then stood and disrobed, preparing for bed. He sat on the edge of the bed, realizing that in his agitated state, he would likely never be able to fall asleep. He wondered if Diana was already asleep... or as restless about the night as he was. He suddenly wanted to talk to her very much... to explain his heart to her.

Impulsively, he stood and put on his robe, then left his room, hoping to catch Diana before she went to sleep.

(The story will continue in Diana and the Doll - Part 6)

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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 5 of Diana and the Doll. Part 6 will be forthcoming soon. I greatly appreciate your comments, feedback, and suggestions. Please feel free to add yours in the comments section or via email. If you'd like to stay connected and follow along with my newest stories and updates, be sure to follow me here in Literotica. Thank you all for your kind words of encouragement.

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