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The next morning, Saturday, Becca woke up thinking about her mom. As she helped the Shea family clean up from the party the night before, she continued wondering if sex with her mother would be as much fun as it appeared all her friends were having with their moms.
Donna could see her daughter’s best friend was preoccupied, and she could guess the reason. They had discussed Becca’s relationship with her mother, mostly as it related to the possibility of incest between them, and she knew the girl hoped to broach the subject with her mom when she got home.
She pulled the teenager aside to talk to her before the girl left for home — and the frank sexual discussion she planned to have with her mother.
“Thinking about your mom?” she asked.
Becca sighed deeply. “Yeah. Is it obvious?”
“Well, to me it is, but I’m the only one who knows unless you talked to Carolyn about it.”
“No, I haven’t talked to Carolyn yet.”
“Are you going to?”
“Eventually.”
“How do you feel this morning about the idea? Are you still feeling neutral about it?” Donna asked.
“I’m not sure, exactly. On the one hand, I keep thinking she’s my mother. On the other hand, I know she is a vibrant and sexy woman. She had me when she was only fifteen, so she’s only thirty-two now, not exactly an old maid. My dad married her when they got out of school, and they’re happy. I know they probably enjoy sex with each other.”
“Oh, definitely. I’ve seen the way your mom looks at your dad.”
“And that’s the other thing. What if she’s just not into women at all, much less girls my age?”
“That’s possible. It’s just something you will have to talk about — if it’s important enough to you to know.”
Becca looked into Donna’s eyes. There was a love there she recognized. She had always been like another daughter to Donna. But there was something else as well. Not exactly love, but its next of kin.
Desire.
She could see it in the woman’s gaze and suddenly knew if she leaned over and kissed Donna, they would be naked and making love within sixty seconds.
Becca realized she loved this woman like a mother, just as Donna loved her like a daughter. Then Becca thought how much she loved her own mother. The woman who gave birth to her when she was only fifteen and insisted on keeping and raising, despite the hardships she knew that would involve.
Her pussy was getting wet and a soft throbbing had begun in her loins. Then it occurred to Becca that it was not the thought of making love with Donna that had set her pussy to such a strong simmer.
It was her mom. Her flesh and blood mother.
Tears began to pool in her eyelids as she accepted this. She knew she would have to discuss this with her mom and hope she didn’t kick her out of the house forever.
What if she’s disgusted by it? What if she hates me?
“She won’t hate you,” Donna said. Becca hadn’t been aware she’d spoken these thoughts aloud. “And she won’t be disgusted,” Donna continued. “She might turn you down, but I know your mother pretty well. Not sexually, but on a personal level. And there is nothing you could say or do to make her love you any less than she does right now. I can guarantee that.”
“How should I start the discussion?” Becca wanted to know.
“If I were you, I would tell her about you and Carolyn first. See how she reacts to that. Then you can take it further. I do ask one thing, though.”
“What?” Becca asked.
“Please do not reveal the sexual relationship I have with Candace and Carolyn, or Daphne either, for that matter. She may accept your desires for her, but if she knows for certain that we are incestuous, she could involve the law.”
“I won’t say a word about that. I’ll just feel her out on the subject of incest, see what she thinks of it. If her attitude is more positive, I’ll confess I have thoughts about her.”
“She may guess that before you confess it,” Donna said. “She may guess a lot of things.”
“How so?”
“Because, why else would a sexy, sensual girl discuss incest with her mother?”
“I see your point,” Becca said, looking down at her hands.
“But don’t let that discourage you. I promise you, your mother might be distressed by this news, but she won’t disown you or anything like that. She went through a great deal just to keep you.”
“I know.”
“Then let that knowledge guide you. She loves you more than breathing.”
Forcing a smile, Becca leaned over and kissed Donna without using her tongue, which was a slight struggle, considering how horny she was now. That mere fact helped her with understanding that she had to do this, regardless of the consequences.
After saying good-bye to everyone else, she left for home.
“Is something wrong with Becca?” Carolyn asked after she’d gone.
“Not really. She just has something on her mind.”
“Is she upset about something to do with last night? Does she regret it?”
“Certainly not. She came to me about it because I’m a mother. She told me she will tell you about it soon, but first she has to figure something out.”
“What?!” Carolyn asked, frustrated that her best friend went to her mom before coming to her with a problem.
“I’m not at liberty to say, honey. Just know she’s fine and she’ll probably call you later today or come by.”
A thought occurred to Carolyn based on something her mom had said — She came to me because I’m a mother.
“Oh, my God! Is she pregnant?!” Carolyn asked, panic in her eyes.
“No, dear. Nothing like that,” Donna said, and had to chuckle. “She’s a virgin as it relates to sex with men. You know that.”
“Why won’t you tell me?”
“Because she wants to keep it a secret between us right now.”
“You could still tell me!”
“Then how would you know you could trust me with a secret yourself?”
Carolyn hadn’t considered that. Still, she sat on a sofa, pouting. “Well, I hope she calls me soon.”
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Becca entered her home to find her mom and Gina in the living room, chatting. She didn’t know where Lynn and Lori were, but she guessed they were still asleep. Becca’s father, who managed a local hardware store, was at work, Saturday being one of their busiest days. Evan, Gina’s husband, did not come on this trip with them.
Gina smiled brilliantly at her niece when she walked into the room.
“I was just telling your mom what a wonderful party it was last night. She’s jealous she wasn’t asked to join us.”
Becca blushed. She could feel the warmth of her blood rushing through her body to redden her cheeks and cause her entire body to become flush with embarrassment. Had Aunt Gina told her about everything?!
Gina smiled at Becca and stood up to leave the room. As she passed Becca, she hugged her and whispered directly in her ear, “Of course, I didn’t tell, silly!”
“Come sit, honey,” her mom said.
“I’m going up to see if I can wake the dead,” Gina said, meaning Lynn and Lori, of course. As she exited the room, she called back, “I’ll be back down soon for some more of your fabulous coffee, Cassy.”
“It’s not as good as your coffee cake,” Becca’s mother, Cassy, replied.
“So how was your week with Carolyn?” her mother asked.
Becca hesitated for a second and decided she needed to get into it quickly or chicken out.
“Mom, I kinda have to talk to you about something.”
Cassy looked at her daughter with a furrowed brow, realizing something serious had happened. “What is it?” she asked.
“Well, you know I’m seventeen, right?” Becca blushed again. What a stupid opening!
“Of course.”
“And I know you had me when you were fifteen.”
“Oh, my God! Are you pregnant?!”
The shock on her mother’s face surprised Becca. She hadn’t realized that comment would suggest she was facing the same dilemma her mom had.
“No! No!” she reassured her. “I’m definitely NOT pregnant!”
Cassy breathed a sigh of relief. “Okay. Sorry to react that way, but while I wouldn’t take anything in the universe for you, and nothing you could ever do or say could make me want to disown you or anything, I don’t want to see you have to deal with a baby at your age. I want your life to be easier than mine was.”
“Don’t worry, Mom. I’m not pregnant and I won’t get pregnant until I’m ready.”
“Alright. I’m sorry if I overreacted. I’m sure you have something you need to say. I won’t interrupt again. Go on.”
Becca thought about her mom’s own words just seconds before. If true, they were reassuring.
“Did you mean that when you said nothing I could do or say would make you hate me?”
“Well, I think I said ‘disown,’ but yes. That’s true. I definitely meant it. Honey, what’s wrong?” Cassy could feel her throat tighten, wondering what awful news her daughter had that made her ask that.
“Um,” Becca began. Well, here goes nothing, she thought to herself. “I have a confession. Several in fact.”
“Go on.”
“I’m trying.” Becca took a deep breath to prepare herself. “Mom, I… um… I masturbate a lot.”
Cassy smiled and breathed again. “Is that all? Oh, honey, I don’t mean to make light of your confession, but I already know that. I have for some time now.”
Becca thought her mom’s reaction was a good one. She obviously didn’t care if she got herself off.
“But there’s more,” the teenager added, looking down at her hands and fighting back the tears.
Cassy couldn’t seem to make out where Becca was going with this confession. She’d known for a long time that Becca was masturbating. She had accidentally walked in on her once when she was busy doing just that and her daughter hadn’t seen her enter the room. She had stepped back, quietly closing the door, and gave her daughter time to finish and get herself cleaned up before she called her downstairs. She remembered standing outside Becca’s bedroom, listening to her daughter as she came. That had been when she was only ten, and Cassy had been surprised she could climax. There had been more, but she pushed the memory away.
Instead, she wondered what was so bad that her daughter was afraid to tell her about it?
“Whatever it is, we can work it out, sweetie. Just say it,” Cassy prompted her.
“Carolyn and I are…” she hesitated and looked at her mom. She could see her mom had figured it out already from that, but she forced herself to say it. If she couldn’t say this, how would she ever say the rest? “We’re lovers.”
Cassy pulled Becca to her and held her. She was only slightly surprised. She had suspected as much for some time now.
“How long have you two been lovers?” Cassy asked.
“A couple of months.”
This did surprise Cassy. She would have thought the girls had started fooling around a year ago, maybe longer.
“Well, I hate to sound like a mom who is fine with her daughter having sex with a girlfriend, but I would have guessed a lot longer than that.”
Becca stared at her mom, wide-eyed. “Really?!”
“Really.”
“You’re not mad?”
“Why should I be mad? You’re nearly an adult and it’s not as if I don’t understand feelings like this. As you mentioned, I wasn’t exactly virginal when I was young. Even younger than you are now.”
Okay, Becca thought, there’s the opening I need. “Mom, can I ask you something… you know… like… personal?”
Cassy figured Becca deserved to ask some personal questions of her. After all, she had just been given quite a bit of information about Becca’s private life, even if she’d suspected it before.
“Okay. What?”
“Um… you had sex with Daddy when you were barely fifteen.”
“I think we established that years ago.”
“So obviously you were… like… well… sexually aware, right?”
“Honey, I’m not sure what you mean by that.”
“I mean… well… you got… you know… turned on, right?”
“Yes, of course. And, honey, I hate to break it to you, but I still do.”
“I know. It’s just that… well… you masturbated, right?”
Cassy couldn’t say she was surprised at this question either, but it was definitely personal. Still, Becca had said the questions she wanted to ask were personal and Cassy had agreed to answer them, so she answered truthfully.
“Same response,” she said.
“Huh?” Becca asked, confused.
“Yes, of course… and I still do.”
“Oh,” Becca said and swallowed hard to try to quell some of her nerves.
“Is that all you wanted to know?”
“Not exactly. Are you okay with these questions?” Becca asked, hoping her mom would continue.
“Well, they are personal, but you warned me ahead of time, and I said I’d answer them. If they become too personal, I’ll tell you.”
“Fair enough,” Becca said and continued, buoyed by her mother’s responses so far.
“How old were you… you know… when you started?”
“Masturbating?” Becca nodded. “Young. I discovered those pleasures when I was five or six, but I didn’t have an orgasm until I was around eleven.”
Becca nodded again before continuing. “Did you ever… um… imagine yourself with anyone?”
“When I was older, yes.”
“Did you ever imagine yourself with…another girl?”
Cassy, thinking her daughter was seeking reassurance for her sexual desires for other girls, did not mind answering honestly about this. If it helped her daughter psychologically, she would tell her everything. In an instant, the everything she could tell whipped through her mind.
She had fooled around with a friend when she was still little, maybe eight or nine. Later, she and a friend from school started messing around whenever they could. That was in seventh grade. That affair had lasted through eighth grade when Cassy had discovered boys, particularly Danny, Becca’s father and her husband. Still, she had learned a lot from her escapades with Reba. They had read some erotica and learned about oral sex that girls sometimes engaged in with each other. She and Reba became expert at that, and sixty-nine became their favorite number.
Cassy looked at her daughter, who was seeking the truth. She had to make sure her daughter was prepared for it.
“Do you want to know everything? I’m fine if you do, just be sure you don’t judge me if I tell you.”
“I wouldn’t judge you any more than you would hate me,” Becca said, aware her mother was going to tell her everything about her past sexual experiences.
“When I was little, I suppose I was what would be called sexually precocious. My best friend was too, apparently. Her name was Deanna. When we were lttle, we would explore each other’s body and hump each other, touch each other ‘down there’ and basically had a little girl lesbian affair. It never got beyond that, and we never had an orgasm together. Or at least I didn’t. I don’t think she did, though I’m certain that later in life she began to enjoy them as much as I did.”
Becca was mesmerized with this story and listened intently. “What happened to her?”
“Her father got a promotion and they had to move. Anyway, by the time I was in seventh grade, I was very experienced in getting myself off. I had a friend, Reba. She spent the night one night, and I sort of messed around with her when I thought she was asleep. Turns out she wasn’t, and when she started giggling, I realized I’d been caught, but that she liked it. We ended up doing lots of things together, and over the next few years, it became a full-fledged affair. We did everything. Have you and Carolyn gone down on each other?” Becca nodded. “So did Reba and I. I must have been good at it because she would come and come and come. I know she was good at it.”
Becca had to restrain herself from reaching down and touching herself.
“What happened to her?”
“I met your father. She was devastated when I started dating him.”
“Reba is an unusual name. Was she named after that singer?”
“I don’t know, but you’re named after her. Her full name was Rebecca.”
Becca sat there for a moment, processing this. She was named for her mom’s teenage lesbian lover. “Did you love each other?”
“Yes. I loved her even after meeting your father and falling in love with him. In a way, I still love Reba.”
“Where is she now?”
“I don’t know. She left town after graduation and I’ve not heard from her since.”
“Then she doesn’t know I’m named after her?”
“Not unless someone else told her I have a daughter named Rebecca who goes by Becca. That was one thing I couldn’t allow because it would be too painful to call you Reba.”
“Do you think… I mean… do you ever… well… look at me and think of her?” Please say yes, please say yes, please say yes, echoed in Becca’s mind.
And now, dear readers, you are allowed a choice. It is a choice you can certainly change, but I discussed this idea with Naughty Mommy, and she thought it was a great idea. In fact, she has thought about writing an entire series in which the reader can make choices, much like the “Choose Your Own Adventure” books she and I read as children. I promise that BOTH scenarios below will be hot and should allow for at least a few reader orgasms along the way.
So… if you want this to end with Becca and her mother getting involved in an incestuous relationship, click here.
If you want this to end with Becca’s mother accepting Becca’s desires for her but not wishing to go all the way to having sex with her daughter, but willing to enjoy things in a “different” way, click here.
I ABSOLUTELY GUARANTEE YOU WILL ENJOY EITHER ENDING!!!
This will be the final chapter of this series, so nothing more will exist between any of these characters — unless they turn up in a later series, just as Gina, Lynn, and Lori appeared in this one after making their debut in “Nanny for a Night.” These characters, even those named after real people I have come to know online, ARE my creation, after all, and I can use them whenever and wherever I see fit.
I would hope you wouldn’t mind if a few of them do appear again.