Now am I Your Girlfriend? (a mother’s perspective — one more time)
Oh my God. I’ve just spent the last half-hour listening to my daughter describe, in some detail, her sexual explorations with her brother. I’m both shocked and happy for both of them at the same time. But what on Earth was going on here?
And what was with my cunt practically dripping? An hour ago, I saw my daughter grind herself to an orgasm while her brother’s cock was in her ass! And I didn’t fly off the handle! No! Not even when he seemed to be asking her to be his wife!
His wife? For godssake! She’s only twelve, and he’s only fourteen! And to top it off, she seemed to accept the proposal!
Then she tells me about it when we’re alone! She talks about how much she loves his cock in her anus, for chrissakes. She tells me she loves his cum! Apparently he likes to tongue her ass? I mean, where do these kids get these ideas?
These aren’t things I ever did with my ex. And besides…Just how do they come up with these “acts?” They can’t have learned this stuff in school.
And again why is my cunt dripping? Why am I so horny hearing about all this? Why are my fingers deep in my cunt, desperately trying to come?
My whole world is in shambles, but I find myself “happy” for both of them, while at the same time so fucking confused I can barely think straight.
And God, I need to come. I can smell my own desire. My clit is throbbing. I’m stroking my g-spot. Oh, God, I’m coming so hard my legs give out.
Now, I’m recovering…I’m not sure what to do next. Do I just finish cooking dinner, and act like nothing’s going on? Do I confront my son?
No. No, I decide. What good will come of me heaping guilt on these kids. Why, if they seem so happy, would I want to destroy their happiness? Maybe they’ll grow out of it, but from what my daughter tells me, it’s been going on for some time.
Is it so wrong? Well, of course it is! But maybe not…maybe they’re just experimenting. But no, my daughter tells me “it’s perfect.” Maybe it is. Maybe I need to hear more from her about how it started…
The next time I could have my daughter to myself was on one of those rare evenings when my son wasn’t home. I called my daughter to the living room, and asked her to please sit with me.
She seemed a little nervous, but I did everything I could to help her relax.
“So, tell me sweetheart,” I asked her, “and again, I’m not upset about your relationship with your brother, but I am curious about how it all started.”
“Oh, Mom” she sighed. “How would I even start? Ever since I can remember, I’ve felt like I was in love with my brother. He was always so sweet to me…helping me with my homework, laughing at my silly jokes, and always walking me back and forth to school.”
She continued, “A couple years ago, he started holding my hand when we walked. I felt like I was floating. I asked him if I was his girlfriend, but all he said was, ‘Maybe…maybe someday.’ But he was smiling, and I knew he was just teasing me.”
Then she said, “Sometimes, it was hard to fall asleep. I just kept thinking about his smile, and his eyes, oh God, those eyes. He’d hold my hand whenever we walked together, and one day he told me I was beautiful…then he kissed me on my cheek…I thought I was going to die, I was so happy.”