Kaylee "Kay" Bannister sighed as she sank into her couch. She reached down to unclasp her heels, slipping them off with a sigh. She rubbed at her toes gently, God how she hated wearing those things.
She leaned over and poured her glass with the sixty dollar wine she had bought for tonight. Another wasted bottle, and another shitty night, she thought.
"Loser" she sighed as she took a healthy dink.
Whether the comment was for the man she had left standing on her doorstep, or for herself was a matter of opinion. How the hell do you do it? She thought. You're twenty-six; not exactly an eyes sore, and you're sitting in your living room alone at eleven at night.
Kay fit the mold of the up and coming generation. She watched her diet; she exercised and did all the right things. She was a promising graphic artist in Chicago; a city full of eligible males, as she sat alone in her apartment on a Saturday night...again.
At a little over five foot five, and weighing in at 127 pounds, sporting a perky 36C, finding a guy was fairly easy. That wasn't the problem; it was finding a guy that mattered.
As she raised her glass for another sip, she heard the beep of her cellphone. If it's Mr. Jackass, she was going to be pissed. Instead, Kay saw the short text from her mother.
"Hope yours is better than mine." There was a small thumb up following the brief message.
Stabbing the redial, and then the speaker; she set the phone on the small stand by the end of the couch.
"Hello?" Her mother's soft voice flowed from the speaker...
"Hey mom" Kay sighed back.
"Uh oh, it's barely past eleven." Her mothers' soft voice came through.
Kay gave a small laugh as she drained her first glass of wine. "Doesn't sound like you hit the jackpot either" She leaned down and poured a second glass.
"Honey, I've been home for almost an hour." Elizabeth "Liz" Bannister snorted back.
Kay had the mental picture of her mother stretched out on her own couch, nestled in the living room of their house, sipping from her own wine glass.
Kay had grown up very close with her mother. Her father had never been around much in her youth. The couple had barely been married a year when Liz had come home sick from work and found her husband having sex with the neighbors daughter, in her bed.
At forty-six, the two could pass more as sisters than mother and daughter. The main striking difference was the platinum blonde hair her mother sported, as opposed to her waves of auburn curls.
As Kay had entered adulthood, their relationship had morphed; almost into one of adult friendship more than parent to child. The open and honest relationship that had helped them through the tough times together, had bound them to each other.
"Jesus, was it that bad?" Kay asked wistfully.
"He made it through the front door, and was gone fifteen minutes later" her mother laughed back.
"Ahhh, another Minute Man" Kay couldn't suppress her giggle.
"Try the thirty second man" Liz barked back. "What happened this time?" her mother asked.
"I swear to God" Kay sighed "he spent the entire ride from the restaurant telling me how much he was going to rock my world"
Her mouther laughed and Kay could tell from her pauses her mother had her own relaxing beverage as she heard a soft swallow.
"We both have to do better." Liz sighed.
"I've dropped my expectations so much mom" Kay took a long sip. "All I want is someone that cares about me not about how he's going to fuck my brains out."
God, had she just said that? True she and her mother had an open relationship, but it was the first time Kay had actually verbalized her frustrations.
"Hell, I'd take the fuck my brains out if he just knew what the hell he was doing" she could hear the wistfulness in her mothers' voice.
"Two drunk and horny women" Kay laughed. "Not a single dick in sight." She sighed. In it for an ounce then in it for a pound Kay thought as the words popped out.
"It isn't just his dick." Liz said quietly.
Kay shuddered at the sudden mental picture of a male head between her thighs. God, it had been a long time since she had enjoyed that particular pleasure.
"Well, I guess another night for BOB" she said quietly.
Kay was referring to what she and her mother jokingly called their vibrators or Battery Operated Boyfriends. They both knew the other masturbated; in fact Liz had bought her daughter her first toy when she was sixteen.
Kay sensed a small pause before her mother replied.
"Too late" was the weak reply.
Holy shit, Kay thought. Did her mother just admit she was already masturbating; even while she was on the phone with her daughter? Kay felt a tremor pass through her body at the thought.
"Mom, are you...?" she hesitated.
"Are you sure you want to ask sweetie?" her mother cut her off.
"Tell me." Kay answered calmly. She drained her glass and quickly poured a third.
Oh she and her mother had talked about sex; it was Liz who had taught her daughter the mechanics of masturbation. She had taught her the 'birds and bees'. She had coached her through her first periods. Even tolerated her hormonal mood swings when even Kay had no idea what was happening to her body.
But, this was different. This was not a mother and daughter now. This was two horny and alone women, commiserating together. Just the idea that her mother was masturbating on the other end of the phone sent a shudder through Kay; and that all too familiar dampening in her panties.
"Go get yours." Liz quietly told her daughter.
"Mom..." Kay was hesitant, almost embarrassed.
"Please" her mothers' soft voice replied. "I'd rather not be alone if we're going to discuss this."
Rising from the couch, Kay padded on bare feet into her bedroom. Rummaging through her bedside stand, she drew out the large pink rabbit that often consoled her nights.
Back in the living room, she started to sit back on the couch, when she felt her now soaked panties cling between her thighs. Without a word, she slipped the thin cloth over her hips and then settled back on the couch.
"Tell me" Kay picked the conversation up where they had left of.
She didn't know how much of it was the wine talking, or just the desperation tonight had left her.
"I have it shoved so far up" Liz's said with a soft moan. "If I hit the vibration it will take service master to clean my couch."
"Oh God" Kay moaned at her mothers' salacious words.
"Care to join me?" her half-drunk mother whispered from the phone.
