Chapter 17 - Son discusses mom's slut activities at the party with her
Getting Barbie dressed was no simple task either; he had to put her jeans on her as well as the sweater with little help from her. She slept the entire two-hour drive home. At her apartment she knew she needed to talk with Jay about the party but she just felt too bad, all she wanted to do was sleep.
Barbie remembered some of what happened after midnight, but her main concern was not so much about what he had seen, because she promised she would no longer hide anything she did from him; what she feared most was Jay's reaction to actually witnessing her allowing her body to be used sexually like the horny slut she is.
Jay could see the anguish on Barbie's face; he knew this was not the best time to address his concerns about what had taken place the night before. Jay could see she felt too bad physically to endure any emotional distress should the conversation turn into an argument. He just sat with Barbie on the couch until she fell back to sleep.
Her pussy had just barely recovered from being fucked, for the first time, by her son and rough sex after getting drunk in a bar the week before, thinking back the pain she experienced between her legs then was nothing compared to what she was feeling now. She was so sore that when she went to the bathroom it hurt to touch her pussy; it would still be red and swollen four days later.
It was late afternoon when Barbie woke again; she was not particularly surprised to find Jay gone. She was feeling better physically but still not 100%. After a long soak in the tub wondering what Jay's thoughts were about last night, Barbie called to see if he wanted to talk hoping he would answer his phone.
"Hi Jay, this is Barbie."
"Hi Barbie."
"I wanted to call and see if you are ok?"
"I am doing alright. How are you feeling?"
"Much better, thank you. We haven't had a chance to discuss last night; I think we need to talk."
"I agree, but I don't want to do it over the phone."
"I don't either, do you want to come over; or me come over there?"
"Not this evening, I have some things I need to do; I was thinking dinner tomorrow night, you can come here around 5:00."
"That would be great, should I bring anything?"
"Just you is all."
"Jay... Are you sure you're ok? Are we ok?"
"I'm fine; we will talk tomorrow, ok?
Barbie was hoping to get more information from Jay on his feelings about what she did at the party; while she agreed it would be better to talk face-to-face waiting until tomorrow afternoon gave her nearly twenty-four hours to worry, coming up with numerous conclusions for what Jay was thinking, none of them good. If it were not for still being exhausted from her activities the night before Barbie would have not been able to sleep.
The next morning Barbie felt much better physically, but emotionally she was a wreck dreading having to talk to Jay; she feared she had hurt their new relationship yet again. How much disappointment from her could she realistically expect Jay to tolerate? Her stomach was in knots she had worried so much, she needed to eat but just the thought of food made her sick.
The weather was cold, too cold for a dress; she did not feel like dressing up anyway. But despite the way she felt she knew she was expected to wear appropriate clothing to match Barbie's persona. After putting on makeup she pulled on a fashionable pair of jeans that fit snug on her hips and ass, next was a red and black checked flannel shirt leaving buttons unfastened well below the cleavage between her large tits. To add some spice to the outfit she went to her 'whore' closet for a pair of red pumps with five-inch heels.
Looking in the mirror Barbie felt she was dressed adequately, there was just so much a woman can do in winter to look attractive. She picked up her car keys, drew in a deep breath and left her apartment. Her fear of not knowing what to expect with Jay had her wanting to cry, but she fought back the tears knowing they would ruin her makeup.
She nervously knocked on the door at Jay's house, but when he answered she was stunned when he gave her one of his affectionate tight hugs and along with a kiss on the lips. To her surprise he did not seem upset at all; ironically his mood seemed to be quite the opposite. He led her to the kitchen where the table was set with salads, baked potatoes, and he was just taking steaks off the grill outside. Barbie was confused, this was not what she had expected at all; why had he gone to so much trouble to prepare a nice dinner when she had assumed he would be angry with her after her conduct at the party.
Jay placed a sizzling piece of filet on the plate in front of her; he had even been considerate enough to make sure her portions were appropriate for her. But despite his thoughtfulness Barbie was still too worried about their relationship to eat, she felt she needed to know if the beautiful meal was basically their last meal together.
"Jay, I need to ask you something before I can eat. Are we ok? I mean this is not your last meal with Barbie is it?"
She did not know how to react when Jay laughed, should she be angry, hurt or insulted that he found her very serious question so amusing.
"Barbie, we are ok, I love you and I think you are wonderful. Now eat before your food gets cold; we will talk more after dinner, we are fine, I promise."
What? That was probably the last answer she expected to hear from Jay. He acted as if she had done nothing wrong, that there was no reason for her to be so concerned about their relationship. Well, at least this had relieved her enough to eat, but the way he responded had her more confused than before she asked if they were ok.
Now it was Barbie's turn to help Jay with the dishes after the meal at his house, she was not only returning the favor but was also anxious to find out his opinion of what happened at the party. With the dinner dishes in the dish washer Jay offered her a drink but she was not ready for alcohol after so recently overindulging New Year's Eve; with a glass of tea they went to his living room to talk where they would be more comfortable.
Finally, Barbie hoped to find out Jay's thoughts on her actions the night of the party; as well as his reason for laughing at her question earlier. She could not wait any longer to begin asking the multiple questions she had for Jay.
"Jay, why did you laugh at my question earlier, I was being serious; after what I did at the party I was genuinely concerned about us."
"Barbie, I laughed because of how worried you were about us, while your concerns have some merit, it was so like you to let your anxiety blow those concerns up into something much more than they actually are. I have some questions about what happened too; while the rationale behind your actions could be considered debatable I don't feel our relationship was put in jeopardy the way you do."
"But Jay, you were there; you saw what I did; although I am not sure how much you saw, I feel sure you saw enough. How can you so easily forgive me for what I did?"
"Barbie, there is really nothing to forgive you for, technically you did nothing wrong."
"Now I am very confused Jay, I gave two men a blowjob, then had sex with three other men; all five of them were practically strangers. How can there be nothing to forgive?"
"Because for me, it is fairly easy; Barbie, do you remember the discussion we had outside, after your little performance on the dance floor?"
"Yes, and that is one of the reasons I am so worried about us. I broke the promise I made to you, I promised everything I do will be to please you, I am only allowed to be a slut at your request; otherwise I am to control my urges. And if I feel I am losing control I am to come to you. I feel that right after I made those promises I immediately broke those same promises."
"Well, if you feel you broke your promise that is definitely something we need to talk about. But loosely interpreting what I said that night, you didn't do anything wrong; allow me to explain. We will address each point of what you just said together.
You agreed that everything you do will be to please me, right? So what is it you feel you did that wasn't to please me?"
"I acted on my urges for selfish reasons; I let the slut in me control my actions."
"Ok Barbie, think back to our discussion outside; we agreed I like the fact that you are a slut, right? So I am ok with what you did; actually we agreed I was encouraging you to be a slut. Essentially what you did was what I wanted you to do; so it was to please me."
"I didn't look at it that way; I still think that is stretching what you gave me permission to do."
"I know that is stretching what I said; but nevertheless, your actions can be loosely interpreted as being within the boundaries of what I expect from you."
"Wow Jay, I'm not so sure if the situation was reversed I would be so understanding, but thank you for giving me the benefit of the doubt. Honestly, I don't feel I was thinking about you when I did all those things."
"That's not the point, I didn't say you were required to always think of me when acting on your slut tendencies, what I asked was for you to come to me before you acted on those tendencies; I said your actions were to always be to please me. And I agreed I encouraged you to be a slut and that is what you did; so how can I feel you did something wrong when you only did what I encouraged you to do."
"You're really giving me a lot of leeway by saying that; I guess all that is left for me to say is thank you."
