The text read across the small screen in Charlene’s palm. She thumbed a reply in the negative and sent it off but kept the phone in hand expecting more to follow. True to her forecast, the phone chimed yet again as Charlene had just kicked off her shoes in her bedroom and was peeling her jeans down over her hips.
Sam had posted. Charlene sighed with frustration. It was late and she honestly didn’t feel like trying to have an entire conversation via messaging. Instead she highlighted Samantha’s message and hit her call icon.
“Hey there.” Samantha purred with mockish seduction.
“Hi Sam.” Charlene replied as she placed the phone on speaker and peeled of her top.
“Oh that’s not a happy tone.” Samantha remarked. “I guess things are still, complicated?” She asked with a giggle.
“Honestly, I don’t know. He hasn’t come home and probably won’t while I’m still awake and even if he did I have no idea what I’d say to him.” Charlene replied flatly with a certain defeat in her voice.
“Who says you’d have to say anything?” Samantha asked. “He’s had all day to deal and forget about it; nothing says it was anything but a colossal embarrassment to him. You’re probably in the clear.”
“The clear?!” Charlene lashed out. “What is clear about what’s been going through my mind all day? What’s clear about the fact that panties I just took off are pretty much ruined? What’s clear about our last conversation; do you remember? Where you phone sexed me into fingering myself while thinking about David? That ring a bell?” Charlene ranted.
“Yeah I did.” Samantha retaliated. “You needed it. Hell it sounds like you need it again. This isn’t about David; it’s about you and your struggle with all this. Most mothers who catch their son’s jacking off would just scold them for doing it somewhere like the living room instead of their own room. You on the other hand, my conflicted best friend, started foaming at the fucking mouth so please… don’t get angry with me. I at least get it and didn’t judge you.”
Charlene fell silent. There was no response to that.
“Look, I didn’t mean to snap…” Sam began.
“No. No hon you had every right.” Charlene sighed. “It’s just been, a very off day for me and I need to go to bed. Tomorrow can wait for… for tomorrow I guess.”
“You’ll be alright Char.” Samantha comforted. “Call me tomorrow if you want to talk more… just talk… I promise.” She added with a devilish hint of humor in her voice. Charlene smiled, said goodnight and ended the call. Tossing the phone aside, she hooked her thumbs under the string of her thong and began to peel it down before she stared with disbelief at the stringy mess that went with them from her crotch.
Slowly and uncertainly, Charlene placed her fingers between her legs and rolled her eyes back as they passed over her clit and easily between the swollen wet folds of her lips. With her legs still draped over the edge of her bed like she had failed to completely get into it, Charlene began to rub her clit furiously. Her fingers flashed in circles around it, coaxing it up and down and harshly from side to side. She passed its swollen warmth between her fingers, softly squeezing it between them. Her free hand grasped at her breasts, crushing them. The more she intensified her labors the hotter her skin began to feel. The memory of her son’s cock, a scepter set upon a beautiful young man, shoved its way through the mental roadblocks of Charlene’s repression and she imagined him staring at her while he flayed his shaft while she in turn stared back as she masturbated so vigorously in his honor.