“How?” She asked. “And why do we need to be protected?”
I was a bit stunned by her naiveté, and I was starting to think, who else knows about this?
“Baby,” I said, “who knows about the two of you, and your relationship? Look, right now, I’m a little bit stunned and I want to be very careful not to let you think that you have something terrible to hide. You don’t. And I’m not angry at either of you. However this has happened is no one’s business but yours and your brother’s.”
“Mom,” she said, “we don’t go around talking about us. We hardly even think about it all. We’re just…together, and it seems like it’s always been this way. Why would we talk about it? It’s too…special? Private?”
“Well,” I said, “that’s how it should be between a couple. I’m just a little surprised…even though I shouldn’t be, I guess. Your brother’s not one to…,” I caught myself before I could say anything that might make her afraid.
“‘Not one to’ what?” She asked.
I though carefully, this was delicate. “Not one to talk about who he’s sleeping with.”
“Mommy,” she said, “we don’t even talk about it…much. It’s just ‘us,’ and how we are together.”
Christ, my children are smarter about love than I ever was.
“You’ve never felt like you had questions about what you were doing?” I asked.
“Well, I did wish that I could ask you some things, but every time we’re together, everything just happens…and it just seems so perfect…so right. And it makes me feel so good…sometimes I feel like my whole body is exploding. I have, um, orgasms…a lot…that’s what they’re called, right?”
“Oh jeezus,” I thought. Very carefully I said, “Yes, baby, orgasms…that’s right.”
“Specially when he’s inside me…you know…in my anus…oh God, and when he comes inside me…,” she said. “But sometimes I have…you know, orgasm when I…I don’t know what it’s called…when I have his cock in my mouth and he comes there…” “And…and when he’s kissing me…you know, there…my, you know…my…my cunt.”
Whoah, my daughter’s referring to her “cunt,” and her brother’s “cock,” and telling me she’s eating his cum on top of it! Is this as innocent as I thought?
“Hold on, dear…please give me a minute…,” I said. “You know the words, “cunt” and “cock,” but I thought…I don’t know…these aren’t words…I mean, you refer to your “anus”…
“Mom,” she cried, “please…I mean I want to finally be able to talk about it, but these aren’t words I think are bad. They’re just words I use when I think about me and my brother…I mean, not always, but sometimes when…you know…I orgasm…I don’t know all the words…’cum’…that one I know…I…I love…his cum…”
Well, at this point, independent of being a shocked mother, I’m so wet, my panties are sticking to me. But I have to hold it together.
“It’s all right, baby,” I said. “You should feel these things when you’re with someone you love. Not only is there nothing wrong with your feelings…they’re beautiful feelings. And from the looks of things, your brother feels the same way about you.”