“Oh my fucking God!” She screamed as she sprang to her feet just as her hand had smoothed down over the crotch of her shorts. “What the fuck?!” She shouted again into the empty house as she flailed the same hand in the air before her as though trying to shake off something awful or terrifying. Stepping down the stairs and into the living room, Charlene became faintly aware of the faint scent of her son’s perspiration. Hastily she rushed to the window, flinging the pane upward to ventilate the house of her son’s pheromones. Then as though aware through an out of body observation at the mania she clearly had to be displaying, the urge to break down in laughter caught in her throat. She stopped, closing her eyes, trying to center her thoughts as she patted the sweat from her palms against the fabric of her shorts.
“Alright, get a hold of yourself.” She exhaled, shutting her eyes in an effort to bring her spinning world to an immediate halt. “This is simple. It’s been a few months and the first cock you see is going to make you horny no matter who it belongs to.” She reasoned aloud. ‘Never mind the fact that that cock was absolutely beautiful, and something about watching your own son masturbate was the most erotic experience of your life.’ Came the inside reasoning of the devil on Charlene’s shoulder. The simple truth of that struck her blatantly. She couldn’t deny it; it was true. It was more than just hormones coursing through her neglected body. The more she replayed the spectacle she had witnessed, the more the truth sank in; it was the sexiest thing she had ever witnessed because it was David. This startling discovery derailed Charlene’s calm to the point where the heat between her slender thighs was becoming frightening.
All of the sudden it hit her; an outside voice of reason was all she needed in this moment of uncharacteristic weakness. Her best friend Samantha had always been her sounding board in moments of need. Charlene dashed into the living room and dug her hand into her purse, rummaging around until she found her cell phone. Frantically she passed her finger over the screen until Samantha’s name came into view. The line opened, bringing the sound of a ringer into Charlene’s ear for several moments before going to voice mail.
“You’ve reached…” Her friend’s automated sounding voice chimed through the phone. Charlene muttered under her breath as she drew the phone away from her ear to try to call again.
“Come on Sam, pick up!” Charlene whispered to herself as she re-highlighted her best friends name on her iphone and hit send again. The ringtone sounded for several seconds more before the line clicked in.
“Hey babe! I almost didn’t hear my phone; I was running the vacuum.” Samantha chimed merrily.
“I think I’m going insane! I don’t know what’s going through my mind right now. I’m a mess!” Charlene rambled, skipping the opening pleasantries as she paced her living room rapidly back and forth. “I need a reality check.”
“Sweetie, slow down.” Samantha reassured in a clam voice. “You’re talking like a train with no brakes. Just breathe…” She instructed while breathing deeply herself in the mouthpiece of her cell phone. “Now tell me what’s wrong.”