Something comes up and your mom has to cancel your birthday plans.

The rest of the week you eagerly looked forward to spending your birthday with your mom. You continued to get off to her new video, dreaming that she would be like that on Thursday. But you knew that was impossible. You hoped she would at least be dressed in something sexy - from what you had seen pretty much everything Stephanie had owned was rather risque, and it seemed like your mom had adapted to her style.

Thought you did enjoy talking to and spending time with your mother, it seemed more and more like your only real connection to her was via her web site, as 'Amber'. Heck, you felt closest to her when masturbating now. The lack of regular, close contact with her as 'mom' hurt - you guessed you were more honest than you had intended when you complained to her about cutting you out of her life.

So you anticipated your birthday celebration on several levels.

Thursday arrived. You slept in, enjoying the chance to get some extra rest. Your siblings were at school (you were skipping for your birthday) and your dad at work, so you didn't have to worry about anyone questioning where you were going. You finally got up and dressed, but just as you were about to head out the door, your mom called.

"Hey, Mom!" you said cheerfully. "I was just walking out the door..."

"Tim," she said in a sad tone. "I...I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to cancel. Jan just showed up unexepectedly - invited herself to lunch. She wants to spend the afternoon together. I can't really explain to her about our plans, so you can't come over. I promise to make it up to you, dear. It's just inconvenient timing, I know. I AM sorry."

Your heart fell and you blinked away angry tears from your eyes. "Yeah," you blurted out in a bitter voice. "Inconvenient - that's what I am now. Guess there's just not room for me in your new life. Bye, Mom...Stephanie," you said, emphasizing her new name. "See you around."

You ended the call and stomped back down the hall. You collapsed on the sofa and lay there, not even feeling like turning on the television.

A few minutes later your phone rang. You checked the caller id and saw it was your mom. You hesitated, feeling angry and even more disappointed. Her constant cancellations and rescheduling were wearing at you, and you weren't sure you wanted to talk to her right now. After a brief internal debate you picked up the phone. Despite your hurt feelings, you did love her - perhaps now more than ever, given the strange new erotic connection you felt. If she wanted to talk to you, you couldn't refuse.

"Hello," you said in a ****, even tone.