Chapter 2: Mom Confronts Me

Have you ever tried to keep a secret from your mother? Not what you bought her for Christmas but a really secret type of secret, one that meant something big to you both. It’s a silly question but I’m sure your results were no different than mine in this situation. She always finds out...

It wasn’t long after my dad and I had established our new “relationship” before I started getting this funny feeling my mom was more than just a little bit suspicious. I suppose it didn’t help my dad was getting a monstrous erection every time I walked anywhere near him - even more so than he had before. At least now I knew why! Finally one day my mom called me into her room as I passed by. “Hey Kelly, have a seat on the bed next to me,” she said as she put her arm around me and gave me a warm hug. “So tell me girl, how’s the ol’ sex life been lately?”

The question didn’t surprise or embarrass me the way I imagine it would most girls. As I said before, my mom and I discuss everything - and I mean everything. I tell her about all of my dates and what happens, including the “naughty” parts I doubt most girls would feel comfortable telling their mothers. But my mom has always been cool about it. She listens intently to me and if anything even pushes me for more intimate details when she suspects I skipped something. Sometimes she would flush a bit but it I knew it wasn’t from embarrassment - it was obvious my horny mother was aroused listening to her daughter’s latest sexual exploits! It was OK with me, actually a bit amusing as she seemed to be somehow reliving her youth through me.

“Well, it’s been pretty good until recently,” I replied. “You know I just broke up with Greg after that stupid party where he got all drunk so I’ve been pretty much on my own since then.”

My mom nodded in an understanding way. “Hmmmmmm ... I’ve been so worried about you ever since the two of you got into that silly argument. Don’t forget I was your age once and you’ve got your mother’s genes so I know how much you need sex.” She laughed a bit at that and it helped to takes some of the edge off the seriousness of the conversation. Then she continued with, “Sheesh, from what you were telling me it seemed that Greg must’ve been doing you almost every day!”

I started to say something but she cut me off before I could get anything out. “Kelly, since you’re not getting the real thing, don’t forget that you can always use my toys. I know you don’t like them all that much but I just wanted to remind you in case you needed to use them until you find another guy.”

Despite myself I couldn’t help but roll my eyes a bit. For goodness sake it wasn’t like I couldn’t get laid anytime I wanted if I really wanted it badly enough. There were plenty of boys at school more than willing to help me out so it was just a matter of being selective. Rather than bragging about my options I frowned just a bit responding with, “No thanks mom, I just can’t seem to get myself off with them as well as I can by myself. Don’t worry, I won’t go off and do anything stupid.”

Then mom then took a deep breath, took my hand and looked me straight in the eye. Then from out of the blue she asked, “Kelly, I want you to tell me the truth. Have you and your dad been having sex?”

Needless to say I was caught totally off guard at the abrupt change in conversation so I imagine the shocked look on my face was more than enough confirmation for her. How had she been feeling lately knowing suspecting her husband was doing it with her own daughter? I sat there with my mouth hanging open like a fish out of water, totally unsure of as to how to respond.

“OK, then let me ask it more in terms you prefer using...,” she said with an amused look on her face, “Kelly, is your dad fucking you? Is my husband fucking my daughter?”