Chapter 3: Wednesday Morning - Convincing Mom

The next morning after my dad had gone to work, instead of going back to sleep as I usually did when he was finished with me, I went to the bathroom to wash myself off and then slipped into bed naked besides my mom. She was working the evening shift this week and so was still so tired she didn’t even seem to notice me. As she was laying on her side facing the edge of the bed, I nestled in behind her and wrapped my arm around her. The warm softness of her smooth bare skin felt good against mine and my boobs pressed in against her back as my hand cupped one of hers. The arrangement made me feel more secure than erotic actually. It was like when I had a teddy bear growing up except now it was my mom that I was holding onto for her strength and love.

“What’s with you this morning?” she asked, her voice hoarse with sleep.

Apparently I’d fallen asleep as I awoke to my mother looking over me, holding herself on one elbow while she had her other arm around my waist as I lay on my back.

“Morning mom,” I whispered, trying to get my voice to start working. “I just wanted to be with your this morning.”

“Hmmmmmm, what’s the matter baby, didn’t your dad see you this morning?” she asked, her mouth puckered in a smile.

I shrugged and answered, “Yeah, he was running late though so he just fucked me quick and had to go.”

“Well, THAT wasn’t very considerate of him, was it,” she chuckled.

Sometimes I wondered what my mom really thought of my dad’s “wake-up” calls in the morning he so seemed to enjoy with me. On the one hand, mom was definitely NOT a morning person and I think it took a load off of her not having to worry about dealing with my dad’s morning “needs”. Although I wouldn’t claim to be a morning person either, I DID wake up horny more times than not and it seemed my biological sex clock was timed to alarm first thing in the morning.

That said, now and then she would make funny little comments like she just had, leaving me to wonder what she REALLY thought about it. She’d never expressed any jealousy of me and for good reason. She and my dad were as deeply in love as the day they were married almost 25 years ago and she knew he considered her to be his soul mate and lover. There was something else, though, something more associated with the “tradition” itself. Once she started to say something about things her dad had done to her and I wondered if that wasn’t the issue. Oh well, if there was anything she wanted to tell, then she would when she was good and ready and there was nothing I could do to change her agenda.

“Oh well, at least he got off and I guess that’s what counts, isn’t it?” I countered, trying to provoke her a little into opening up more with me.

“I guess so,” she murmured. Then she turned to me and said, “You know Kelly, you don’t HAVE to let him do that EVERY morning.”

“I know mom, but I could never say no to him even if I wanted to,” I answered honestly.

“Kelly, a girl can ALWAYS say no, even to her own father,” she replied with emphasis. Again, I caught that tone and look in her eye that told me she wasn’t saying everything but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. Oh well, did it really matter?

“Mom, why do you give dad such a hard time about Tammy?” I asked, “You know, it’s not like she’s some innocent virgin or anything. In fact she’s become quite the slut from what I’ve heard.”

My mom looked at me sharply, obviously not expecting that line of questioning at this moment. Then she seemed to be suspicious of me. “Did HE put you up to this?” she asked in an accusing tone like I was being questioned on a witness stand.

I gave me my best “who me?” look but she wasn’t buying it as she continued saying, “Sorry girl, I know your father and don’t forget, I know YOU. So what’s the REAL story here anyway?”

Well, I never could hide anything from my mom so it was time to fess up. “Well, I guess I don’t understand why it’s OK for Rick to fuck you but it’s not OK for Dad to fuck Tammy.”