Revelation

Eventually, after several deep, deep breaths, you're able to straighten in your chair and return to the keyboard.

You: Fuck baby, I REALLY needed that...

It's several minutes before you get a response.

mommydearest79: YOU needed that?? Babe, I've never cum so hard in my fucking life!!

You: Well that should give you some confidence going into Monday, Huh? ;D

mommydearest79: Ugh, I guess. Thanks for the reminder. Can't just pretend it didn't happen I suppose.

You: So tell me about this girl at work, she hot?

mommydearest79: Fuck yes. She's fresh out of college just like my other daughter. 22, fit, looks like a GD model. She just started last month and I was hot for her from the get-go. She's got this ass that wiggles when she walks that I just can't stop staring at. Guess that's how she figured out I was into her.

You: Sounds like you want to fuck her brains out. You should go for it babe.

mommydearest79: The thing is, it's complicated, technically I'm her boss.

You. Ooo! That only makes it hotter! Tell her to eat you out or she won't get a raise this year ;) ;)

mommydearest79: Lmao! As if! I'm an attorney, the last thing i need is a sexual harassment lawsuit!

You smile, even as a weird alarm bell starts sounding in the back of your mind. Now that you got off, you're thinking a little more clearly. You dismiss the alarm,

You: She's clearly into you, at some point you gotta go for it! You have your own office?

mommydearest79: Well... yeah...

You: Call her in Monday morning, lock the door, and fucking bend her over that desk. Drill her with your tongue, have her beg you for more. To hell with the consequences. What's her name?

mommydearest79:Fuck, you are going to get me going again talking like that lol. Her name is Ashley.

The alarm bell is becoming a siren. New assistant named Ashley? Attorney? 43f with two daughters, youngest at home? One a cheerleader? Oh fuck. Oh FUCK.

You swallow and consider closing the chat window right now. It can't be, can it? The odds were astronomical! It couldn't be your own mother...

Your eyes dart to the ring. Fuck. FUCK. You try to control your breathing.

You: I know we just met, and I'm just some internet rando, but is there any chance i could get your email?

You bite your lip as you wait for a response. This would settle it. There was no way the woman on the other end of this tawdry conversation was your mother. It couldn't be.

mommydearest79: Well since I'm gonna want to do this again, I guess there's no harm in it ;)

The alarm in the back of your head is giving way to a feeling of impending doom.

As the stranger's email flashes up on the screen, you feel a giant pit open up in your stomach. Because, after all, this was no stranger at all. You'd known her your whole life.