We all piled into my truck with me as a driver, Clarissa in the middle and Christina on the passenger side and drove to the mall.
We had grown so close, that showing affection to one another was more than encouraged, even in public. We walked around the mall holding hands, looking at all the stores. We eventually chose to go into one of the large department stores. I found myself in my usual awkwardness when in the women’s area of a store. Luckily for me they were not interested in undergarments. After about an hour they had settled on two new outfits and a new pair of shoes each. Much to my surprise, the clothing they had chosen was like what they generally wear, including the shoes. I suppose since we are almost always nude, clothing was more of an afterthought. I realized then why my own wardrobe is so plain.
With bags in each hand we made our way to the food court for lunch. After a bit of discussion, we settled on some Chinese food. At the table, Clarissa decided to sit on my lap and Christina sat on the opposite end.
“So? What do you want to get from the store,” asked Christina smiling to her daughter?
Clarissa stopped to really put some thought to the question. “What don’t we have?”
I had an idea. It was something I always wanted to see the two of them do, but we’ve never had the toy for it. Now’s my chance. “How about a double ended dildo?”
Their eyes lit up at the idea.
“How perverted,” praised Christina. “I like it. How have we not thought of it before?” I could see her eyes trail off in thought.
“My gosh. Think of all the fun we could have Mom.”
We had dropped our guard. We’d forgotten that our relationship was kind of a taboo thing to the public. Unfortunately for us, the people at the table next to us over heard our conversation and abruptly decided to leave.
As they got up to leave, quite loudly, an elderly lady said, “You’re all a bunch of freaks. You should be ashamed of yourselves.” It was loud enough that silence blanketed our part of the food court as people tried to listen in. She took one last look at us, and seeing Clarissa on my lap, she shuddered in disgust.
Looking at Christina she said, “She’s your daughter for Christ sake. And you’re just whoring her out.” She was no longer able to form words as it was blocked by the revulsion rising in her throat.
She walked away locked elbows with her husband. He turned to look at us as he left and I could see him shudder in revulsion and hatred.
Once they were gone, the three of us, rose and made our way out of the mall ashamed of ourselves. We did not hold hands. We walked quickly to leave afraid the authorities may get involved. I sped out of the parking lot, not slowing down until we were lost in traffic.
In self-reflection, I subconsciously drove us to the adult store. I could tell that the girls were kind of down in spirit. As time went on, I knew I had to say something. I had to reassure them.
“What we’re doing, our relationship, between the three of us, is not wrong. We’re not harming each other. If anything, we’re empowering each other,” I said to them and myself.