“Listen, Kevin…since you’re being open with me now, I’m going to be open with you too, and though I might be your mother, I’m glad you feel comfortable enough to actually sit down and discuss this with me. So…I’m going to ask you, do you have any problems coming too soon or too quickly when you masturbate? And don’t tell me you don’t either…I know better. I’ve seen enough evidence to suggest the fact you do so often, and no…don’t ask me how I know that, just know that I do.”
I was a bit surprised at the direction our conversation was suddenly going, but I also realized mom was seriously trying to understand my dilemma, and perhaps actually offer me some sound advice.
“No, not really,” I told her.
“What do you mean by not really?” she asked.
Perhaps any other time I’d have felt really uncomfortable, or awkward discussing this with her, but like I said, I’d been brooding about it all day, and now, actually having someone to talk to about the way I was feeling, actually felt good.
“When I want to…I can come pretty quickly. But there are other times, when I enjoy taking my time, and it’s not like I have to stop or fight to keep from coming,” I admitted to her. She nodded her head in understanding, though I could still see the secretive smile in her eyes that told me she was finding part of this discussion to be somewhat amusing.
“Perfectly normal then, just as I suspected you are,” she told me, seeing the look of relief in my face. “Honestly Kevin, I think you’re making more out of this than what’s necessary. But…tell you what, let me think about it a little, and then we’ll sit down and discuss it again, how’s that sound? It is a bit late, and I really do need to get to bed otherwise I’ll feel like shit all day at work tomorrow. So…give me a couple of days and then we’ll sit down again, ok?”
To be honest, I did feel better. The fact I could actually discuss something like this with my own mother was refreshing to say the least, though my normal almost automatic everyday desire to jerk off seemed to evaporate. As such, I didn’t even think about it let alone actually do so for the next couple of days. I hadn’t heard from Jayleen either, still unable to call me, and as we had absolutely no classes together,
I barely even saw her at school, especially as I always left before lunch time in order to head off to work at my part time job. Because of that, we’d hardly said two words to one another since her revelation under the stands a few days before.
And it has been a busy week for everyone else too. In a way, I was almost glad I hadn’t run into Mila, I was still having a few mixed emotions about that too. On the one hand, I’d certainly enjoyed the little bit we had done, it had excited me beyond reason, though I was now feeling just a teeny bit guilty about having done that much, and not being able to share that with Jayleen, or even mom for that matter.
I’d begun to wonder what she’d think if she were to ever find out. How would that affect her relationship with her best friend and neighbor? I found myself thus avoiding the possibility of running into Mila again until I could work that part of it out for myself too.
Finally on Thursday evening, again late after arriving home, mom had sat up waiting for me. I was actually glad to see that she was, evidently she’d finally come to some sort of a decision, and perhaps had some advice to offer to me about the way I was thinking…feeling.
I noticed a small little card sitting in the middle of the kitchen table with my name on it when I came in. What I hadn’t expected or anticipated however, was that dad was still up too, and he soon after came into the kitchen joining us, taking a seat next to mom. I realized then, they must have talked about my situation, and though I once again felt a little weird about them having done that, in retrospect, it shouldn’t have surprised me.
“Go ahead, open it,” they both said smiling.
I sat down reaching for the little card, opening it. I immediately noticed it was on a fancy type of stationary from the Marriott Hotel, a Luxury resort in fact. I opened the card, it read simply, “Room 112 Friday & Saturday May 21st and 22nd.”
I looked confused.
“Consider it a somewhat early graduation present,” mom said without going into further explanation. As for dad, he sat there grinning like a clown. All he needed was a white face and a little red paint to complete the picture.
“I don’t understand,” I said in response to their looks and smiles.
“You will,” mom said, letting me know that they were about to tell me something else. “I’ve already called your boss, told him we were planning on a graduation surprise for you too, so he’s already given you the night off. Check in is after two, so you’re welcome to go anytime after that. Enjoy yourself, relax by the pool, order in room service…relax.”
Obviously, this was really sweet of them, and certainly a surprise. But I couldn’t for the life of me understand why they’d done this…and then it dawned on me, especially with dad sitting there with this shit-eating grin on his face, they’d hired a prostitute! Ok, maybe not a sleazy stand around on the corner prostitute, perhaps more of a high-priced call girl, but even then…I was stunned. It was the only thing that made any sense.
“Just try and enjoy yourself,” mom said, now confirming my suspicions. “And don’t think too heavily about it either,” she then added as she and dad finally stood heading off towards their bedroom.
I sat for the longest time staring at the card, wondering about it, though I’d already made up my mind to go, if anything, I was looking forward to a little R & R if nothing else. And spending an entire weekend at a luxury resort, with everything paid for as long as I was there, had its benefits.
“Fuck!” I said aloud. “Who knows? Maybe she’ll actually be good looking too?” I convinced myself. Knowing dad anyway, if he’d had any say in picking her out, she’d at least have nice tits. That was one of the few things dad and I certainly did have in common. For the moment anyway, my worries and concerns about Jayleen would have to wait. I sat there realizing I now had an erection, something I hadn’t had for several days now. I grinned, standing up and slipped off into my room where I proceeded to sit back, fantasizing about some mysterious good-looking woman, taking my virginity. Suddenly, things were right with the world again.
**
I checked into my room around three. The suite was enormous! In all my life I had never seen, let alone ever stayed in a room quite like this one before. It looked more like a furnished apartment, including a nice-sized kitchenette, though I had no intention of doing any of my own cooking. The bedroom itself was four times the size of my own, and included a sunken tub, Jacuzzi sitting nearby, aside from the spacious bathroom and shower area that was large enough to accommodate four people comfortably.