Lexie and I glared at each other
“I’m sorry, Mom,” she said, leaning her head down.
I just grinned slightly and put my arms out. She came to me with open arms and we hugged each other. Her head rested on my left shoulder as I was a few inches taller than her.
I shut my eyes. “You might be eighteen now, but I’m still your mom,” I reminded her, caressing her back. “I guess I can be a bimbo at times.”
“We all can be, Mom, whether you are a blonde, brunette or whatever. Its nothing to be ashamed of. I still love you.”
“I love you too, angel.”
After another minute, we let go of each other and I kissed her on her forehead. “Let me guess, you’ll be in your room?”
“Yes, if we end up doing more than kissing, I’ll let you know,” Lexi answered, glaring at me.
“Are you two okay?” Collette pondered, walking into the living room.
“Yes, Mom. They are just enjoying each other’s eyes for a somewhat long period of time,” Monica answered, seizing the sodas.
“Something like that,” I mentioned, turning to Collette’s six foot figure. Damn, I also know how Monica landed good looks too. She also knows how to flaunt her puppies in that white tank top, I thought to myself, as my eyes toured her body.
“Come on, Monica, let’s let our moms exchange wisdom in the form of gossip,” Lexi suggested, taking Monica’s hand and hiking towards the hallway.
Collette and I watched them leave.
Once they were out of sight, Collette turned to me. “What the hell was that about?”
“Let’s sit down,” I suggested, before we both headed to the couch.
I sat down on the side away from the TV and she sat on the other.
“Collette, from mother to mother, are our daughters having sex?”
Her teeth immediately sunk into her lip and her eyes went adrift.
“Are you serious, they’ve been intimate?”
“Only sense you asked: yes, but you can’t say anything. I promised them I would stay silent about it. I do consider you to be a good friend and I think you’d do the same for me. They made it clear to me that they are such good friends, that they are experimenting with each other.”
“Experimenting?” I pondered, bringing my right hand to my face.
“Yes, according to them, it began with hand holding and pecks on the cheek. That just went to real kissing, then onto making out and forward until they had sex about two months ago.”
“Two months ago?” I questioned, dropping my hand.
She nodded her head and scooted towards me.
She gave me a thirty second hug, with both arms from my side, but only backed away a few inches after she was done. “I didn’t know how to react to them not wanting you to know, but they came out to me. Maybe because Monica has a lesbian aunt. Maybe as far they are concerned, they are just experimenting, because they are young adults just trying new things. Now what do you wanna do, confront them?”
“I don’t know, I would just wanted to know, that’s all. I mean what if they want to be a real couple? Would they just dropped it on me then?”
She stayed quiet for a moment as she looked at me: my brown hair, smaller breasts, pretty face and everywhere else. “Have you ever been with another woman, Natasha?”