Celebrating Our Birthdays Extended

Everyone here is over 18. This is a continuation of my first attempt. I wasn't really sure where it wanted to go. But I do now. I hope you enjoy it. Any comments appreciated.

At one point one of the characters is speaking and the other is texting. when she puts on her earphones, all of her dialogue is texted. i tried putting it in italics but the formatting changed when I pasted it here.

At a second point the dialogue is also part of a fantasy and that actual person is not actually speaking so I am going to put that in (brackets).

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As we walked from the theater, arm in arm, I sensed a heavy cloud descend. I wasn't anticipating it but I could feel it. I glanced at my mother and saw a bit of a tear slide down her cheek. I stopped for a moment, which surprised her. Asking her what's wrong she gave me a wan smile.

"It's nothing," she said.

"Nothing is making you cry? Tell me."

"It's cold out Josh, let's head to the car." We continued the long walk. We had arrived slightly late from the restaurant, having lost track of the time, so we had to park further away. A few city blocks. Not really far, but in this light snow, further than we had planned. Dinner had been a delight. We did this last year as well. Our special night out. We shared the same birthday which always made for a great party as I was growing up but since I headed to college a couple years back this became our new tradition. Dinner and a show. Our birthday wasn't for another two weeks but I would be gone by then. We reached the car and she took off her long coat when I opened the passenger door. We hadn't spoken since I saw her tear. I am certain she knew I wasn't going to let it go. I got in and started the engine and the heater. The Mercedes was comfortable, with heated seats.

"Do you want to talk here?" I asked.

"I didn't want to talk at all." She glanced at me then away. She knew I wouldn't let this go. She was too important to me. And she knew that.

"Is it because you are turning 40? Is that bothering you?"

She laughed. It was an honest laugh and let me know immediately that wasn't it.

"You are half my age this year. So fast it seems."

Sometimes people would say she would look much younger than her years but I didn't think that was true. She was perfect for forty. Nothing about her was extreme. Some nice curves, but not heavy. She worked out regularly, was a college athlete in two sports, she knew she looked great. She dressed to accent her figure but subtly. Her skin was pale and her hair dark and to the middle of her back, and she had the warmest brown eyes. Beautiful. She was turning forty and it looked good on her.

It was clear to her that I wasn't intent on just forgetting and driving home. She turned and leaned against the door.

"I honestly don't know what to say." She started. "I was just thinking about how much I was going to miss you. We spend so much time together when you are here. My yoga partner, we run. Go to the gym. This, dinner, plays, movies. You are so bright. My favorite companion. And I am going to miss you."

I chose to not respond and waited. I knew there had to be more. She smiled. "Not totally buying that are you?"

"There's some truth in there. But not all of it. I felt sadness. You can call me anytime and I will be home for the holidays so its not like I am that far away from seeing you again."

"That psychology class, what was your grade in it."

"I get all A's. You know that." We both laughed a little at that.

"I understand you are going to miss me. We do everything together. We always have. You came to all the games, drove me to all the practices, everything. Dad didn't even do that."

"He wanted to."

"Did he?"

"He had a career he was building."

"I don't resent him. I had you." That brought a smile.

"So trust me now. You were always there for me. Let me be there for you."

"I'm afraid."

"Don't be. It's me." She turned back to face the front of the car. "Drive," she said. "I'll talk. It will be easier if we are moving."

"So you know there's a deadline when we get home you mean?"

"That too. But I am choosing to trust you. I hope it doesn't hurt you."

I pulled out of the parking lot and she took a deep breath. "It's me and your father"

"You're getting a divorce?" I wouldn't be completely shocked but definitely I didn't see that coming.

"I am not divorcing your father. And let me talk. This isn't planned so don't interrupt."

I nod silently.

"We aren't divorcing. We love each other. But we aren't in love. At least I am not. I shouldn't speak for him. But there's just no flame for me. And I want a flame. I've tried to re-kindle it. But we are both set in our ways. He's everything I would have wanted in a husband and a partner. We just don't click anymore. And the thing that makes me sad is that he either doesn't even notice or he notices and he doesn't care. I mean, I am not a bad looking woman right?"

I drive silently. This is not really what I was expecting. It was divorce or cancer I was thinking. Not my mom being a woman.

"I'm not bad looking, right? You can answer that one."

I smiled. "You are beautiful."

"Thank you. But you have to say that."

"You know better. We go to the gym three times a week. Surely you notice all the men who check you out."

"Don't forget the women."

"Oh, I hadn't actually noticed that."

"Because you were probably staring at their asses and while they stared at mine."

I smile. She notices.

"What is that smile for?"

"Nothing. Keep talking."

"No, mister. If I am going to talk about this kind of stuff then you are going to tell me what that smile meant."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Maybe I didn't notice them staring at your ass because I was too." I knew it was forward. I just thought she might find it funny.

"Josh."

"I'm sorry, I thought you might think that was funny."

"So you are joking? You weren't staring at me ass?"

I choose not to answer. She understands I wasn't really joking.

"Well, we are supposed to hit the gym tomorrow, I guess I should consider my outfit. Or at least keep you in front of me." She smiled and I knew she wasn't really offended. I felt relieved. I am sure she knew she had a great ass. Who wouldn't stare?

"Are you going to keep talking?"

"That's really it. I am lonely. Deeply lonely. I have my friends sure. But I'm not sleeping with them."

"So it's the sex?"

"Not just the sex. The intimacy. The seduction. Playing. Lust. Fun. All of it. Surprises. Everything."

I remain silent.

"Not what you were anticipating?"

"I don't know what I was anticipating. I am just glad it's not cancer. "

She laughed. I loved her laugh. And it was nice to hear after this conversation.

"And that's it?"

"That's it."

"Can I ask a couple of questions?"

"Hmmmm. Might be dangerous. You can ask. I may not answer."

"Have you ever been with a woman?"

"That's what you got out of all this? Have I ever been with a woman."

"You just mentioned that some women were checking you out."

"So you think I would sleep with them? Let me remind you that you also apparently checked out my.....behind."

"So, no?"

"No. I've come close. But never really sex."

We pull into the driveway and the garage door goes up. I pull in next to my father's car. As the garage door lowers I say.

"You don't think I could seriously let the conversation end on that do you."

She laughs and laughs.

"No. I guess not."

"In college?"

"No. I was with your dad in college, then pregnant, now here. Would you believe recently?"

"You're joking."

"I am not."

"A neighbor?"

"Have you seen our neighbors? It was at the gym."

"When? Recently?"

"Yes. Right before summer. I know it must sound awful. Me thinking I was going to cheat on your dad but it was something that just happened. Almost just happened. There wasn't much planning. The first time."

"What?!"

"Let's go inside."

I don't move.

"You are probably going to create a much more interesting and...I don't know...potentially pornographic version of this in your head aren't you?"

"Not if I know the real version."

"Don't you think that will make it worse?"

"Will it?"

There is a long pause between us. I smile. "It's ok. You clearly want to talk. Is it helping you? I am here. Don't let it be weird. Its us."

She smiles back.

"Do you have a steam room in the locker room at the gym?"

"We just have a sauna. But this definitely got very interesting."

"Well, we have a sauna and a steam room."

"And you went in there with her?"

"Am I telling this story or are you?"

I zipped my lips with a gesture.

"It's a good place for me to meditate. No one really uses it much. I am generally in there alone. So I was sitting in the corner. Its kind of a u-shape. With a bench and then a bench above it. I was leaning against the top bench. Lost in thought. I know you are wondering and yes I was naked but I had a towel wrapped around me. I can't believe I am telling you this."

I knew to remain silent or forever regret saying something to change her mind.

"The door opened and this woman came in. Younger than me. Maybe thirty. Maybe. But just stunning. Tall. Blonde. A model. She looked perfect. And she dropped her towel and went and sat at the other corner. It almost knocked the wind out of me she was so beautiful. She knew it. But she carried it well. She didn't seem stuck up about it. And that made her more beautiful. So we sat there for a while, and I kept trying to sneak glances at her. I thought I was being pretty secretive about it. But then she said. 'Will it be easier for you if I sit closer?" I was frozen. I didn't even look at her. She gets up and sits against the front wall across from me. Just about six feet away. "Married housewife?" She asked. And I answered. "Married. Artist." 'Straight?' she asked me. I nodded. "I would have guessed something more athletic or physical like a yoga teacher or something."

"College. Long time ago. Tennis. Track. But it gave me good habits. "

She smiled at me with the warmest smile. 'Cool.'

So friendly. I just melted.

'It's ok, she said. "Look all you like. I don't always like it but you make me feel flattered.' And she just leaned back and closed her eyes. On purpose, to let me just ogle her. After a little bit her legs opened slightly and she drew up a knee. Exposing herself even more. She was completely bare. Just perfect looking. My heart was racing. And the heat was making me feel a little faint. But I didn't want to leave. After about five minutes, she looked up at me and smiled.

I said "thanks."

'You okay?' she asked me.

I just nodded.

'Good' she said. Then she asked. 'Can you drop your towel for me?'

"And so I did. I should probably stop this."

I could see she was a little flush. Her eyes a little lidded. The memory of it was affecting her. Her breathing was a little shallow. As was mine.

"Why?"

"At this point it gets a little personal. And I am not a very good liar."

"At this point?"

Though it was dark I saw her glance down towards my crotch. I had never seen her do anything like that. I was clearly hard. I am not huge, but definitely not small. She could tell. But she didn't linger.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"This might change how you look at me in the future."

"It already has. And I didn't think I could love you any more than I do but you trusting me like this, well, it's amazing. I am honored. Thank you for trusting me. And for being my friend not just my mother."

She almost cried there again, I think. She gathered herself. And continued.

"I removed my towel. And leaned back. I am proud of my body. But compared to hers I felt like a schlub. I closed my eyes but I could still feel her eyes all over me. It was overwhelming. Showing myself to her like this. Then I raised my leg to let her see more of me. After a few minutes, I opened my eyes and saw that her hand was between her legs. Just gently. Just making herself feel good. I felt like I was on fire. I don't know why I did it but I reached up and began fondling my breasts. Squeezing the nipples. I was completely lost in the lust of the moment. It felt like a movie.

She stopped.

"We better stop this before it goes any further without us making a real choice to do it.'

I could barely breathe.

She got up and grabbed her towel. And when she got to the door she said. 'I come her about three or four times a week. And if you want to go further, so do I. If you shave that lovely thing between your legs I would definitely like to taste it.'

And she left.

We both were clearly under the same influence or as close to it as possible while she told this story. I felt like we were in a movie as well. But not the Oscar type.

She leaned back against the door.

"What do you think about your mother now?"

"Have you seen her again?"

"No, I told you at the beginning, I've come close, but no closer."

"Wow."

"Pretty hot huh?"

I just looked at her with new eyes. I couldn't really move.

"Did you consider it?"

"I shaved."

A bolt of lightning went completely through me. And it almost exited out the end of my penis. I am sure I was dripping and I almost came in my pants.

"But that was a little while ago. If I had seen her right away, I don't know, I am probably thinking I would have gone through with it. But since I didn't, I had some time to think about it and cool off and I definitely wouldn't."

"Yeah, you definitely seemed cooled off."

"I definitely entertain myself with that story from time to time."

I can't believe my mother just told me she masturbated thinking of that story.

"Like mother like son, I guess."

That got us both to laugh.

"Can we go inside now? Friend."

"Let me ask a couple of questions. Please."

"Hmmmm. Okay. But I reserve the right to not answer."

"After that?"

"You have a point. What's the question?"

"Two questions."

She smiles.

"You said you had re-considered what you would do if you saw her again. Right?"

"Yes."

"That's not the question. That was just a clarification."

"Technical foul but I'll allow it."

I paused because I didn't believe I was going to actually ask her this.

"Do you still keep it shaved? Just in case."

She was a little surprised I would ask such a bold question but she was game. And she was going to punish me a little bit for it she thought. Giving me visual that vaporized my mind.

"No. I'm letting it grow back. It's annoying to shave it all the time. I am very hairy, I mean I groom a little but the Russian background I think definitely was a dominant gene."

She smiled like 'take that mister." But it only made it worse for me.

"Oh good."

"Yeah, I think I would have felt awful and cheap to have a lesbian affair in the steam room at the gym. What a cliche."

"No, I mean good thing you are letting it grow back. It looks better natural."

Her eyes opened a little wider then. And then I dropped my second question.

"Would you show it to me as well?"

She paused so long I almost rescinded the question.

Then she slowly reached under her dress. I held my breath. I could hear the whisper of her panties sliding down off of her. She dropped them at her feet. Still with her skirt down she turned in her seat so her back was against the door and I knew she was re-living the moment in the steam room. Before she closed her eyes she said, "Turn on the overhead light."

I clicked it on. Her hands reached down and slowly grabbed the edge of her dress. She wasn't being tentative. It was to elongate the anticipation. For both of us. Her knees then her thighs were slowly became revealed to me and then the fabric was all the way up past her waist and she cradled it there underneath her breasts. After a moment she drew up her one knee. She hadn't lied. She was letting it grow back. It was a little past stubble but definitely you could see the pattern and that the hair would be wide and almost onto the interior of her thighs. And she was clearly wet. I was on another planet. So still. So perfect. She let me drink all of her in. After a few minutes I reached up and clicked the light off. She lowered the dress and smoothed it out. "Well?" She asked.

"I am without words. For your beauty. For this moment. I won't even try."

She smiled. Both of us wondering what would happen next.

"I look forward to seeing you again when it all grows back."

"You do, do you?"

"Why not?"

"So you think when you come back for Christmas break I will just lift my skirt for you. Am I that wanton you think?"

"No. I can't wait that long. I want you to send me a picture every week so I can see the progress."

"I'm not some college slut you know."

"No, not a slut. A passionate, lustful, gorgeous woman who wants some spontaneity, some adventure, and something wild and unpredictable in her life. Why else are we here in this moment? I want to see you in all your hairy natural glory. Because I know you like it that way. I do as well. "

"I see. Is that why your cock is so hard?"

Now it was my turn to freeze for a moment. But I chose to not wait for her to ask. I leaned back in the seat a little and started to undo my belt and my pants. I heard her click on the overhead light and then heard her breath pause when my cock was out, straight up, wet and harder than I have ever been. I closed my eyes as well and leaned back and let her look as long as she wanted. After just a few seconds, I heard the light click off and I was surprised so I opened my eyes in time to see her wrap her lips around me and slide all the way down. Happy birthday I thought.

This is a bit overwhelming. There is the physical pleasure of it. The warmth. The wetness, the pressure from her lips. And then there is the mental. My mother bringing her mouth up and down on my cock. Squeezing the head a little harder with her mouth and then sliding back down. Her tongue working on me. I want to touch her. I place my hand first in her hair gently. Caressing it. Then I move my hand down her back. I move it back and forth, just making contact with her. Then I move it down so that I can run it over the curves of her bottom. I am in heaven. Her mouth is on me, her soft curves underneath my hand feels like perfection. I slowly move my hand down to beneath the edge of her skirt and start to move my hand up. She stop sucking me and moves her hand to stop mine.

"Mmh mhm."

She tells me which I understand to mean no though she has my cock in her mouth. So I move my hand back to her ass and explore there for a while. I am getting close. I begin to moan and my hips to move. She realizes what is happening and lifts her mouth up and off of me. Replacing her mouth with my hand. She strokes me fast while looking right into my eyes. Her face up against mine. She looks crazed with lust and abandon. It might be the sexiest thing I can imagine, my mother stroking my cock she had just been sucking, looking into my eyes and making me cum for her. I moan practically into her mouth as I erupt all over both of us and her hand slows, becomes more gentle. Then comes to stop, while still holding me. She kisses me gently. Then she looks down. Taking in the sight for a moment. She lets go of me and carefully opens her glovebox and takes out a stack of napkins. Always prepared. She wipes her hands using most of them. Tossing them onto the floor of the car. Then she leaned back a moment in her chair

There was a long time where we spoke not at all. Both of us catching our breath. Slowly calming.

"Thanks."

"Sssshhh. Not a word. Wait here."

She goes and grabs a towel. Brings it back to me. Then she went back inside to leave me to clean myself. My thoughts swirled. I really had no idea what this meant if it meant anything about the future at all. I know that it was the most unforgettable memory of my life so far. When I went inside, the house was dark. I made my way to my room. I could hear her shower going. I waited til she was done and then I went in to the hall bathroom and took a shower myself. I stood in it so long the water became cold.