Chapter 12

"The last time we were on the phone," Jenna continued. "Not when I called and asked you to meet me, but the time before that. I think you were turned on! I think you were jerking off! And you're turned on right now, aren't you?"

Mike felt like a middle school boy whose mother caught him with a dirty picture. He turned several shades of red. He tried to deny what Jennifer had correctly observed; knowing any effort at cover-up was futile. And yet, he had to give it his best shot.

"Jennifer ... I don't ... I can't believe you ... what exactly are you suggesting?"

"Don't bullshit me, Mike! Come on now! I'm telling all this personal stuff about me ... and about my son. Don't be a frickin' baby! I don't care if you're horny, or if you were horny on the phone. Just tell me, though!"

"Oh ... shit. All right, Jennifer ... all right. Yea, I'm horny. I hate saying so, but yes, this has all turned me on, O.K.?"

"Yes! I knew it! Mike, are you fucking kidding me?" She smiled and laughed, feeling her relief go to an even deeper level. "I just feel better knowing I'm not the most twisted person in the world, which I must not be if you're turned on by it too!"

Both Jennifer and Mike laughed together at the total absurdity of their situation.

"Am I right, though? Were you jerking yourself off on the phone?"

"Ahhhh... ," Mike sighed, looking down at the table. "Yes, Jennifer. Yes I was. But, I swear, I've never, ever, ever done that while I was at the Help Line. I swear!"

"I believe you, Mike. I really do. It's O.K. I just wanted to know. I thought I heard some sounds that I couldn't place. Something seemed weird on your end, but I didn't figure it out until just now."

"Good ... we got that out of the way. Now, what happened next?"

"Wow ... O.K. Well, he started playing with himself, with my panties, and he was caressing my ass. I was getting really turned on too. I wanted to touch him so badly. Hell, I wanted to vault myself onto him. But I knew if I did anything too crazy I'd scare him away for good. Then I, sort of, invited him to put his hand inside my panties, instead of just touching me from on top of them."

"How? I mean, what did you say to invite him to do that?"

"I didn't really use words to invite him. I just hooked my finger under the waistband of my panties and lifted it up. He got the idea." Mike nodded, looking as though he were about to burst. "Anyway, I invited him a little further, to put his hand ... in my crack ... which he did. I was really getting turned on big-time, like I said.

Well, then he sort of figured things out, a little. He worked his fingers further into my crack until ... until he found my asshole." Mike gulped. "Yea ... he found it. And I liked it. I ... I loved it. And he felt that ... he knew. He could tell when he touched me there that it was turning me on so much. I grabbed his hand and encouraged him to touch me there more. I told him how great it felt. So he started really tickling it.

I thought for sure I would cum. I got really close. I wanted to ... to rub my pussy. But again, I didn't want to scare him."

"So you ... you didn't ... cum?" Mike stammered out.

"No. But he did. Not long after, Ryan shot his load, with his other hand between my cheeks, fingering my butthole. I think it turned him on too."

Jennifer looked closely at Mike and realized how much he was fidgeting in his seat. She looked over at the window to the atrium.

"Do you want me to um ... to close the curtains?"

"Why?"

"Well, I have a feeling that you're really getting into this and I thought you might want to ... you know ... like you did when we were on the phone."

While he knew he was horny beyond recollection, Mike declined Jennifer's offer. In truth, the thought of masturbating on the spot hadn't occurred to him.

"I'm O.K., Jennifer. I'm not sure I'm ready for that step."

"You AND Ryan!" Jennifer said with a chuckle.

"Yea, yea ... funny. So, what happened then?"

"Well, he did it. He came. Then we both just lay there. Even though I didn't have an orgasm, I had to sort of come down too. It was probably five minutes until we said anything. Then the next thing was ... um, Ryan wanted the panties I was wearing."

"Really? And you were, you were just wearing those ... and nothing else?"

"Yep."

"So, what did you do?"

"I took them off and gave them to him."

"Were you looking at him at that point?"

"No. I kept facing the wall."

"So you wouldn't scare him away..."

"Right. I asked him if I could turn around. But he said he wasn't ready."

"So, you took off the panties. And ... you were naked then?"

"Yes, I was. And I asked him if he would get naked, since it seemed like it was only fair."

"Oh yea ... of course," Mike said whimsically.

"And so, he did. He took everything off and got back on the bed next to me. I gave him the panties. And I asked for the other ones back."

"The other ... the panties he had just used to stroke himself off?" Jennifer nodded. "Well, didn't he ... wasn't there ... on the panties?"

"Yes there was."

"Whooaaa..." Mike whispered aloud.

"Yea ... I know," Jennifer replied. "And we each put the panties we had on our face. He had the panties I had just made very wet and ... well, I had the ones he had just made wet." Mike's look asked the questions, 'What was it like to have his cum in your face?' "It was incredible. I put it on my lips and licked if off. I've never felt anything like it. I don't think I've ever done anything so incredibly naughty. What am I saying? I've NEVER done anything that naughty.

Anyway, by then he was hard again, which hadn't taken long ... teenage boy, you know?" Mike nodded. "So, he went back to my ass again, this time without my panties in the way. Well, I took some of his stuff in my mouth, then spit it back out with my saliva, and I rubbed that down in my crack." Mike's eyes bulged. "Yea, that made it very slippery. Ryan got the idea.

He slid his fingers down my now very slippery crack and put one on my asshole again. But this time, when I grabbed his hand and pushed, he was able so slide it in. He was lying next to me and jerking off again. And I got him to push his finger in deeper, and deeper. Then he started to moan. I think he really liked the feeling. And he seems to really like my ass for some reason.

I don't think I've ever in my life cum just from having something in my ass. Honestly, anal has never been a huge thing for me. But this time it was. He pumped a little, but mostly he just put his finger all the way in and moved it around. I came this time ... in a big fucking way."

"Holy shit, Jennifer!"

"I know, 'holy shit.' Ryan got me off. My son ... he gave me an orgasm. And I think he really got into it too."

"Why, what did he say?"

"It wasn't so much what he said ... just how he acted. I could tell he really liked making a woman feel that way. Well, guys really like that, don't they? Don't a lot of guys like making women cum?"

"Uh, yes ... yes we do, in fact. So, then what?"

"Well, that's where things got a little weird again. One of the ways I could tell that Ryan had really gotten into it was that, after he got me off ... he wanted to ... he wanted to fuck me." She paused. "He grabbed my leg and threw it to the side, then he jumped on top of me. I was finally looking into his eyes. And there he was. Ready to fuck his mother."

"I thought you said you didn't sleep with him," Mike said.

"I didn't. It was my turn to chicken out."

"What? What do you mean?"

"Oh, Mike. I'm so fucked up. I suddenly got a huge rush of guilt. Maybe if he had climbed on top of me before he made me cum. Maybe then I would have begged him to fuck me. But the way it happened, he totally wanted it, totally wanted me. And I told him no. I stopped him."

"You did? Holy cow. What did he do?"

"He got really, really pissed. And I don't blame him. He told me he never wanted me to do anything like this with him again, ever. And he stormed out and went to his room."

"What happened after that?"

"That's really it. That was yesterday. We haven't spoken since."

"So, then what are you going to do now?"

"I don't know."

"O.K. Well, how do you think I can help?"

"I don't know, Mike. I just needed to tell somebody."

Perhaps because he was so keyed-up sexually, Mike felt very frustrated. His emotions reminded him of at least one other time, when he was on the phone with 'Jenna.' She didn't know what she wanted and he had no idea how to help.