” ‘I hate when that happens. I wonder what prevents people from seeing what’s right in front of them. I wonder if it’s just the world’s way of making sure we’re ready to find what we’re looking for.’ There was rustling on the other end of the phone for a moment before silence took control once again.
“Mom forced a laugh before responding, ‘Well, when you really put your mind to it, you can find it and happily move on with your life.’ Her response was very direct and a welcome, albeit a coded acceptance of my proposition as it were.
” ‘Hopefully finding your keys made you happy. I know when you’re running late and forced to look for something small in a large environment, finding it can sometimes make you feel better than you did before you realized you lost it! That happened to me before.’ “
” ‘You know,’ she said in a tone a mother would use when playing pretend with a young child, ‘I think it did make me feel better!’ I could hear a small but quick draw of a breath through the receiver as if she were about to speak again, but she stopped herself.
” ‘What are your plans for the weekend, Mom?’ I asked, changing the topic but also keeping our little game going. There was a long pause where I could hear Mom’s breathing speed up slightly.
” ‘Well, things have come up that changed my original plans. I was going to go to the Pottery with a few friends,’ she started before I interrupted.
” ‘That sounds boring,’ I sighed.
” ‘Sometimes it’s not, but when a much better and unique opportunity opens up, you tend to put things like Potteries on the back burner. I’m actually headed out your way a bit for some fun at a western-themed party.’
” ‘Oh?’ I said, hoping she would provide some details so I could tell if she was following through with my suggestion. ‘What kind of things happen at a party like that?’
“The sounds in the background were odd, and the direction of my questioning made me hard. The thought of masturbating while speaking to Mother in this manner turned me on even more. It’s exactly what I did.
“I took my time unbuttoning my pants and pushing them down just enough that I was exposed. I fished out my dick from the void in my boxers. I intentionally made some unusual noises to give Mother the impression that perhaps I was doing the same thing she was; at least, what I convinced myself she was doing, and intended to use as fuel for the fire building inside, until I knew for sure that it was what she was doing.
“I put a healthy amount of baby oil on it and slowly stroked it to the nervous sounds of Mother’s voice. ‘I don’t know, I’ve never been to one. I would ask you…’ she trailed off, ‘but I can’t imagine you would know, either.’ I got a little harder and squeezed my hand a little more as I stroked.
” ‘I wouldn’t, but it sounds fun.’
“Mom moaned softly into the phone. I hoped in that moment that we were doing the same thing at the same time. I increased the speed of my self-fondling, still listening intently to every sound on the other end of the phone. Mom didn’t say anything, but there was a constant movement on her end. I heard her uneven breaths and shifting around. I increased the stakes by altering my own breathing. I wanted to let her know that we were in sync.