Summer Rain - who is broken up over having just split with her boyfriend.

"...It's my friend Jan...I should probably answer, " she said, looking a little guilty, "But don't worry, I'll tell her I'm out somewhere or something so we can still go for that drive." obviously not wanting to disappoint you.

Though you would be rather disappointed if you didn't get to do that, hearing that the person standing outside the door was in fact Summer Rain did make you feel pretty excited - seeing as she was probably your favorite porn star after your mom, and those images of them both going to town on each others pussy's was still very much seared onto your brain.

Listening intently then as your mother then answered the phone, before being quickly cut off - her expression turning to one of both shock and sympathy and she began to reply every so often with such phrases as "Oh God, sweetie, I'm so sorry", and "I can't believe he'd do that to you". After about thirty seconds or so of this, she looked up at you somewhat awkwardly and began biting at her lips, as if desperately trying to think of something to say, settling in the end for, "Uhm, no. No I didn't hear the doorbell. I was just in the bathroom. Give me one minute and I'll be right down."

While it seemed that the test drive was pretty much off the table now, what with your mom doing the exact opposite of what she said she would (from the sounds of it, her friend 'Jan' being pretty broken up about some dude or another), your ears did perk up as you realized that your hopes of finally getting to meet Summer Rain in person would indeed be realized - your mom surely now having to come up with some explanation as to who exactly you were and what you were doing there. Whether she told her you were just a friend, or used the whole long lost cousin line (or even just straight up told the truth), there was no way now that she could simply pretend that you didn't exist, not with you standing there in the living room in front of a huge banner with your name on it.

Getting off the phone however, your mother's first act was to rush over to the banner and begin pulling it down, "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I know this is your special day and everything but we're going to have to hide all this birthday stuff quick!" she told you, looking back round with that same apologetic look on her face, "Jan just caught her lousy boyfriend cheating on her and she really needs someone to talk to, so I'm going to have to let her in."

"Oh...okay," you replied - having figured as much - though not being entirely sure what the point of hiding the decorations was, "But won't you have to explain who I am anyway when she comes in?"

Her response to this was not at all what you'd been expecting. Or you could maybe...hide?" she told you, being as delicate as she could (looking incredibly guilty in the process), "Sneak round the back while I let her in?" You were of course rather taken aback by this as well as more than a little hurt, recalling that she had told you before she really didn't want her two lives mixing, but having never imagined she'd go this far - basically asking you to sneak out of the house like the two of you were having some sort of sordid affair or something.

The reaction on your face pretty much said it all and made your mother pause from what she was doing, and a look of even more guilt appear on her own face. "I know, I know," she said, obviously having not meant to upset you, "I'm sorry to have to do this but it's...it's just I'm not really sure how to explain all this. Nobody's supposed to know outside the family who I really am, and as great as Jan is, I uh, I don't think know would really be the best time for all this - what with her being upset. You understand, don't you sweetheart?"

"I...I guess so," you halfheartedly replied, still wanting to be the dutiful son and not create any unnecessary friction - no matter how much it pained you to do so or how angry it made you feel to once again be pushed to the side.

Forcing a smile, clearly not happy about the situation herself but this being the best she could come up with, your mother then sprang back into action, passing you the banner and the balloons. "Good. Now if you wouldn't mind just hiding these in the kitchen for now while I go let Jan in. Then you can head outside through the sliding door and go get your car from the garage. It should still be open." Nodding at these instructions and forcing a smile back, she then placed a hand softly on your cheek and told you, "I really am sorry about this, Tim. I had a really great day today and I promise I'll make the rest of it up to you soon."

"I had a great day too," you said as she pulled you close and kissed you gently on the face, before scampering quickly off down the hall, grabbing some more balloons as she went.

Standing there, watching through the doorway as she chucked them into her 'spare' (porno room) as she went past, you had an overwhelming urge to remain where you were while she opened the door, very much wanting to see what 'Summer Rain' looked like in person, thinking perhaps that you might be able to catch a glimpse before you went. You knew though if you did that you probably wouldn't have time to get out of the house before she saw you, and as slighted as you still felt, you honestly couldn't stay angry at your mother - especially not after the fantastic birthday you'd had with her so far. As much as you desperately wanted to be included in your mom's life and be seen as more than just some dirty little secret she only occasionally ever saw - getting to hang out with her beautiful porn star buddies, as well as perhaps somehow be integrated into her actual career (having a recurring fantasy where her male costar has to pull out of a sex scene and you are the only available guy around to fill it) - you had to trust her judgment that now wasn't the time and remain optimistic that it would eventually come.

Till then you did now have her panties stuffed inside your pocket, and placing a hand inside your jeans to touch the soft, silky fabric, trying to brighten your mood with thoughts of what you might get up to when you got home, you then quickly turned and made your way into the kitchen to dispose of the decorations before heading outside.