Diana And The Doll Pt 03

Part 3

(Chapter - 04 - Diana)

Diana set the table for breakfast. She had made Joey's favorite skillet breakfast--fried potatoes with onions and scrambled eggs. She looked up and smiled to see him already approaching the back door.

As he entered, he smiled broadly, crossing the kitchen to embrace her warmly and kiss her cheek. "I love you, Mom," he said as they parted.

"I love you too, sweetheart," she responded with a broad smile as he took his seat at the table. Curious, she thought, how he had seemed to become more warm and affectionate lately--not that she minded--and wondered if it was a sign of his growing emotional maturity.

He was rapidly developing into a fine-looking young man, she thought. At almost nineteen, he was a little on the petite side, perhaps, but with a nice masculine muscle definition in his arms, legs, and shoulders.

After breakfast, Joey cleared the table while she moved a load of laundry from the washer into the dryer and turned it on. As she was helping Joey--drying the dishes he had just washed--his cell phone buzzed from his back pocket.

He looked at the screen and his eyes widened. "It's Albertsons calling," he said, stepping from the kitchen to answer the call.

Diana smiled hopefully, he had so been hoping for a job now that he had graduated from high school and had nothing but free time on his hands.

"Yes... yes," she heard him saying into the phone, "I can do that, yes... I'll be there as soon as I can. Thank you again, goodbye."

He looked at her with his eyes twinkling merrily, "They want me for an interview right away... today," he exclaimed excitedly.

"That's wonderful," she said, embracing him happily.

"Can I take the car? I want to get there as soon as I can."

"Of course," she said, nodding toward the wall hook that held her car keys.

A minute or two later, he was out the door and starting the car.

Diana smiled happily, seating herself to enjoy a second cup of coffee. All was so very quiet in the house. It was always warm sunny days like this when she seemed to miss Gary the most. They would often spend this kind of day walking hand in hand in the sunshine or making love very slowly with the sun streaming through the bedroom window.

Sexually, she had not been with a man since Gary's passing, nor had she even been romantically involved with a man.  She supposed in time she might once again feel the desire and need for male companionship and love--had even experimentally visited a few dating websites to explore the possibilities--but, for the present, she felt no great longing to be involved in any kind of relationship.  Certainly, she had needs... physical needs, which she had, so far, managed to alleviate with a very pleasant degree of pleasure and satisfaction through masturbation.

With no man in her life, masturbation had become her primary release from sexual frustration. Since Gary's passing, she masturbated with increasing frequency--and had even purchased a dildo and a personal vibrating wand to assist her in her endeavors.

The washing machine suddenly began banging loudly driving away her reminiscent daydreams. She opened the washer, adjusted the load of clothing inside that had become imbalanced, and restarted the unit.

As it resumed its cycle, it rocked gently back and forth, the corner gently bumping her upper thigh with a rhythm that felt distinctly sensual. Impulsively, she parted her thighs, pressed her pubic mound against the machine, and smiled at the pleasurable sensation as the smoothly rounded corner of the washing machine began to bump rhythmically directly against her clitoris.

Moments later, as the pleasurable sensation grew, she raised the hem of her dress for even more intimate contact with the throbbing washer--sighing with pleasure as the cool metal against her bare skin sent a sensual shiver through her. She quickly lowered her panties, craving the feel of the cool metal between her legs--crying out softly in her lust as the smooth corner of the washer became slick and wet with her vaginal secretions.

She leaned over the machine, grasping the sides firmly with both hands, and began to thrust her hips against the washing machine. As the sensation suddenly became even more acute, she lifted her feet from the floor to settle her entire weight onto the washer--becoming one with the machine as she matched the rhythm of her movements with those of the washer.

She came with a series of gasps and cries, her thigh muscles trembling uncontrollably as her orgasm swept her away.

"Well," she sighed with an embarrassed smile as she stepped away from the washer, quickly raising her panties and adjusting the hem of her dress. She looked around self-consciously even though she was alone, "That was... certainly an interesting way of doing things."

Alone in the kitchen, she shook her head and laughed at the absurdity of masturbating against her washing machine. She emptied the dryer onto the kitchen table and began to separate the clothing into two piles, hers and Joey's, and began to fold the items--or place them on hangers if warranted.

Mechanically sorting and folding clothing while still in the afterglow of her orgasm, soon had her mind drifting toward more sensual thoughts.

She seemed to be having those a lot more lately--fantasizing about sex. She supposed it might be because of her age--being in her late 30s and childless--maybe some kind of hormonal shift within her. Regardless, she accepted her lot in life with a shrug and a secret smile because... when all was said and done, she actually enjoyed masturbating.

She did it almost every evening when she retired for the night. The gel dildo she had purchased was very close to the size and shape of Gary's penis and gave her a great deal of pleasure. She also used her laptop computer to occasionally watch a variety of porn videos for inspiration.

She rarely succumbed to the pleasure of masturbation during the day. There were always the household chores and her occasional hairdressing appointments to keep her busy and occupy her mind--also Joey was always about.

She giggled softly as she recalled her orgasmic episode with the washing machine. She had never done that before and was surprised by the intensity of the pleasure she had received from it.

Diana spent the next several minutes folding the laundry--humming to herself pleasantly as she worked. She had used the last of her laundry detergent that morning and was just about to make her way out to the garage to get a new box from the storage area, when her eyes fell upon the pile of Joey's clothes that she had folded and stacked on the counter by the back door.

Customarily she would leave Joey's cleaned clothes by the back door where he would pick them up on the way to his room, but...

"Oh... what the hell," she muttered softly as she picked up Joey's pile of clothes. "I'm going that way anyway."

She hummed to herself tunelessly as she crossed the yard and made her way up the stairs to his room above the garage. She opened the door and stepped inside, thinking to just lay the laundry on his bed when she suddenly stopped and gasped aloud in stunned surprise--Someone was in Joey's bed.

"He...Hello?" she stammered fearfully, her heart hammering in her chest as the sudden jolt of adrenaline made her entire body tremble.

"Hello!" she called again when she got no response, "Who's there?"

She slowly approached the bed, her knees trembling as intense fear coursed through her. WHY WAS SOMEONE IN JOEY'S BED? her mind screamed silently.

As she drew closer to the bed, she could see long strands of hair splayed over the pillow and a hand... a WOMAN'S hand... with red, manicured nails.

"Who... who are you?" she asked, raising her voice, "What are you DOING here?"

Surprisingly the form beneath the blankets did not even move, let alone respond to her entreaties. Diana set the pile of laundry on Joey's dresser, never taking her eyes off the form in the bed. She slowly crossed to the bed and bent, taking the edge of the blanket between her thumb and forefinger. She stood and rapidly flung back the blanket and sheet to expose whoever might be lying there, jumping back with a cry of fright as she did so.

Diana gaped in complete astonishment to see the completely nude female form lying there. She took in the wide staring eyes and, for a fleeting moment, thought it might be a dead body... but then, as she looked closer she could discern that it was definitely not human at all. Cautiously, and with increasing astonished curiosity, she approached the bed and stared down at the form.

It appeared to be an extremely life-like... full-sized mannequin. In stunned disbelief, she took in the remarkable detail, from the exquisitely detailed facial features and hands, the large breasts with peaked nipples, and the very realistic pubic hair.

"What on EARTH?" she gasped, her voice barely a whisper. And, more importantly, WHERE on earth did this... this... this THING come from?

Impulsively Diana reached out and touched the mannequin's hand, lifting her arm as she did so. She shook her head in wonderment to feel the soft smooth silicone and how easily the fingers moved. She lowered the hand and reached out to tentatively place her hand over the mannequin's breast.

"Oh!" she gasped aloud, jerking her hand away in surprise as she sensed the soft yielding silicone gel against her fingertips. "My god..." she gasped again, "What the hell IS this?"

Suddenly her eyes widened and she gasped aloud a second time as realization swept through her. She had spent more than a little bit of time looking through the internet sex shops for her "marital aids" and suddenly connected the dots. A SEX doll?... she thought. Could this possibly be one of those sex dolls?

Diana knelt beside the bed, her heartbeat slowing as her fear ebbed--but her curiosity was highly piqued.

"Oh... my... God," she said aloud, taking in the nicely trimmed and detailed pubic hair. The doll's thighs were splayed apart, and Diana bent her head to examine the exquisitely detailed labial lips--glistening with what appeared to be some kind of...lubrication.  Her eyes widened as she noticed a rather large stain beneath the doll's genitalia that permeated the sheet beneath. She rose with a gasp and stepped away from the bed, knowing very well what had caused the stain.

"Oh, my God," she repeated, pacing the room anxiously and wringing her hands, her mind in complete turmoil. Where did this come from, and how did Joey get it? What on earth was she to DO about this?

She had no doubts as to the doll's intended purpose; the lubricated labial lips and the stained bedding provided more than ample evidence as to how Joey made use of it, and, judging from the relative freshness of the stain, she surmised that he must have... used it that very morning before breakfast.

She backed to his desk and sat down in the chair. The knowledge that Joey had seemingly become sexually active without her even noticing was moderately perplexing to her. While she had never noticed Joey ever exhibiting any overt signs of sexual interest, she did not doubt that his hormones were quite likely of the same raging variety as MOST young men his age.

From her own experience, she understood completely how masturbation was nothing more than a perfectly normal expression of one's sexuality. And, while employing a sexually explicit doll was rather exceptionally more realistic and imaginative than the quick grasp of one's hand in a soapy shower, it was STILL only masturbation.

Diana quickly looked around Joey's room and, in the top drawer of his desk, discovered the literature that accompanied the doll, as well as the accouterments and paraphernalia that were used to lubricate, clean, and repair the doll. She read with wide-eyed, astonished fascination, the description of the doll's vital statistics and varied sexual features.

She gasped aloud when she saw the accompanying letter and receipt for $12,225.79. Did Joey actually BUY this doll? The letter stated: "Thank you for your recent purchase..." Where had Joey found that kind of money?

Her mind reeled, visions of Joey possibly selling drugs... or stealing, suddenly made her feel weak in the knees. She knew she ought not to jump to any conclusions or make assumptions, but it seemed extremely unlikely that Joey could have come by so much money legally... and without her knowing about it.

In one sense, she felt a profound sense of guilt for betraying the privacy of Joey's bedroom. She too was not without a private side and respected anyone's right to keep certain thoughts and feelings to themselves, especially in the privacy of their bedrooms.

Diana sighed dejectedly. While she would have loved to allow Joey the privacy of his little secret, and just pretend she knew nothing of the contents of his bedroom, she felt compelled to confront him about it.  She HAD to know the circumstances of how he had come into possession of the doll.

She returned to the house and made herself a cup of hot tea, then sat at the kitchen table to collect her thoughts. Joey had, to the best of her knowledge, never associated with what she thought of as a bad crowd, nor had he ever been involved in any illegal or nefarious activities. To the best of her knowledge, he had never been involved in drugs or alcohol, like so many of his peers. She felt very secure in the knowledge that Joey was a GOOD person and seemingly normal in every way, she decided she would extend him at least the benefit of the doubt and try not to get overly worried or fly off the handle.

She sipped her tea and wondered absently how long Joey had been in possession of the doll and if the doll had anything to do with Joey's seemingly newfound affectionate disposition and confident attitude.

It seemed almost absurd to imagine, but the more she thought about it, the less implausible it became. Why not, she thought with a shrug of her shoulders, stranger things have surely happened. If having a doll like that was somehow having a positive effect on his confidence and maturity, then surely it was not something to be taken lightly.

Still, the nagging thought in the back of her mind kept forcing itself into the forefront of her worries. Where had he gotten the doll? She looked at her watch and bit her lip thoughtfully, wondering how she might confront him and learn the truth.

A sudden movement from the corner of her eye made her turn her head. Joey had pulled into the driveway at a rather high rate of speed, slamming on the brakes and leaping from the vehicle. He then sprinted across the yard and up the stairs to his room, taking the steps two at a time.

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Chapter - 05 - Joey

Driving home from the interview at Albertsons, Joey's heart soared with unrepressed excitement. The interview had gone so well, that he was offered a position on the spot--and not a position as a grocery store employee.

While sitting with other prospective interviewees, there was a disturbance at the head of the table where several store managers were conferring over an opened laptop computer. Apparently, the computer was having some kind of issue and immediately, Joey's ears perked up.

From the discussion, he learned that the computer had not only failed to boot, it kept attempting to restart--over and over.

Joey approached and looked at the computer screen. "Do you mind if I try something?" he offered.

"You know about computers and networking?" said one of the store managers.

"A little bit, yes," he responded. "I've seen this kind of thing before. It could be the result of a corrupted system file. Did this machine just have an update from Microsoft?"

The managers all looked at one another in confusion and shrugged their collective shoulders.

"Sometimes," I continued, "if you run the System File Checker program, it can clear things up."

"Yes, yes," said one of the managers testily. "But, as you can see, we can't do that because it won't even boot up."

Joey sighed, "I can see that," he said, "You'll have to boot from repair mode into a command prompt."

They looked at one another as if he had spoken in a foreign language.

Without comment, the head manager turned the laptop to face Joey, "Show me what you mean," she said.

Joey shut the computer down and booted to a command prompt. He ran the prompt as administrator and typed in the 'SFC /scannow' command. Everyone gathered around to watch as the program ran, looking for missing or corrupt system files and replacing them.

When the system finally booted successfully, everyone smiled, "I think," said one of the managers, "we may have just found the IT guy we've been looking for."

After a brief interview with the managers, he was offered a job as an assistant to their network administrator.

He couldn't believe his luck. On the way home, he cranked the radio in Diana's car and sang along to whatever was playing.

Thinking about Diana, Joey smiled. She's going to be so happy and surprised with his news and--AND. "Oh, my fucking GOD!" he gasped. Like a solid punch in the stomach, he realized he had rushed off to the interview without concealing Michelle beneath his bed. AND DIANA WAS DOING LAUNDRY!--What if she decided to deliver his clothes to his room?

Fear suffused him and his hands began to shake on the steering wheel. He was less than two miles from home--he put his foot down on the gas pedal--praying he would not be too late.

He sped into their driveway, pulling up to the garage and leaping from the vehicle. He ran up the steps to his bedroom door and stepped inside. All looked well, Michelle was in his bed and covered with a comforter, just as he had left her.

He sighed heavily as relief swept through him. He quickly wrapped the comforter around Michelle's body and slid her under his bed, all the while admonishing himself for being so careless. He vowed he would never leave the room without secreting Michelle beneath his bed again.

He sat on the bed and sighed heavily, the heavy jolt of adrenaline was slowly fading and leaving him feeling tired and weak--but also relieved and happy.

It was at that moment that he noticed the pile of neatly folded clothes on top of his dresser. "Oh, FUCK!" he gasped.

(The story will continue in Part 4 - Chapter - 06)

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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 3 of Diana and the Doll. Part 4 will be forthcoming soon. I value your comments, feedback, and suggestions tremendously, 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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