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.