Chapter 6: The Moment of Truth

Present--A weekend in Paris--Brigitte’s doubts

Although he had vowed never to travel by train again, Armin arrived in Paris--by train. Erica was waiting for him at the station. Since it was quite late, they postponed their walk through Paris until tomorrow, and after dinner, they immediately went to the hotel.

Of course, the company only booked a room at a smaller but still decent hotel in the suburbs for Erica. In most cases, such hotels throughout Europe have small rooms with double beds that they can rent out for one or two people if necessary.

They each sat on their side of the bed, made themselves comfortable, and took out the most basic things from the bag.

“I have to take a shower now,” Erica announced, ridding herself of her clothes, only leaving on her black lace bra that revealed more than covered her breasts and the thong, which were joined by a small lace triangle, maintaining the illusion of decorum that could not go unnoticed by Armin.

Armin wanted to compliment her appearance but he gave up, saying instead, “Yes. You go first. I’ll follow.”

While she was in the bathroom, he was lying on the bed in his boxers and clicking on his cell phone. She came out of the bathroom with a smaller towel wrapped around her head and a larger one covering her body.

“The bathroom is free. You can use it now,” Erica announced.

While Armin took the things he needed out of his bag, Erica took creams and rubbed her face. He took a quick shower and returned to the room, but found Erica naked. She stood and applied the cream to her body.

“Uh, sorry,” said Armin and looked away.

“Come on, I’m your mom. You can see me naked. I have to sleep naked anyway so my body can absorb the cream. This is a new cream and new formula, and it works well. Already after a week, my skin is so...” Erica enthused.

While Erica recounted and explained how the cream works, Armin fell into bed. Of course, he slept in boxers. When Erica finished, she lay on her side and covered herself with the sheet.

“Um, if you’re uncomfortable, I can get dressed,” Erica offered.

He was embarrassed but declined. They lay in bed talking for a long time. There was no lack of mutual questions and recounting of events from their lives. They would probably have something to talk about for months. It was already past 2:00 a.m. when Erica said they should sleep. They kissed, hugged, and said good night.

The night was anything but easy for Armin. Erica pressed her back against him, and he put his hand over her to be polite and not to let on that he freaked out.

“I shouldn’t be aroused by her nakedness; she’s my mom after all,” Armin thought. His body, however, betrayed him. His cock was hard as steel in his boxers. Armin had a long sleepless night with Erica huddled next to him. He only fell asleep in the early hours of morning. He only slept for about two hours and woke up.

Erica was walking around the room when she saw that Armin had woken up. She came up to him, dressed, and kissed him. She whispered, “I’m just going to show up for the presentation, and I’ll be back in an hour. You get some more sleep.”

When she moved away from him, only then did she realize that his cock with his morning erection had come out of his boxers, and she added, “Um, cover it up.”

She pulled the sheet and fully covered his body. He turned and slept a little more. He was trying to go back to sleep, thinking--how is it possible that his dick isn’t getting the message that she is his mom? He was trying to clarify this paradox by rationalizing that in his mind Radmila was his mom, in every sense of the word, except genetically. While he cognitively knew that Erica was his birth mom, his emotional ties were firmly with Radmila. Erica was a sexy woman who slept naked in bed with him--his cock reacted to that. He knew it would take some time for his brain to understand that she was his mom.

He got up and went to the bathroom. He jerked off in front of the sink and looked at himself in the mirror while thinking of a naked Erica. Then he went back to bed. He slept for a little over an hour when his cell phone rang.

“Hey, did I wake you up? I just wanted to say that I will be back in the room at noon, and then we will go to lunch. Go on sleeping. I love you,” Erica said chirpily.

He turned on his other side, and as soon as he started dozing off again, his phone pinged, signaling the arrival of a message. He tried to ignore it, but the annoying sound repeated itself. He picked up his phone and saw Brigitte’s messages.

Brigitte...”Hey.”...

Brigitte...”Are you there?”...

Brigitte...”Can you talk?”...

Brigitte...”Call me when you are alone.”...

“What the hell is going on now?” he thought, grumbling to himself. “I’d better call Brigitte, or she will never leave me alone.” He clicked the green icon to call Brigitte, and she answered immediately.

“Hey, are you alone?” Brigitte asked.

“I am, why?” Armin asked in a hoarse voice.

“I don’t understand something.”

“About what?”

“Regarding the case.”

“What case?”

“Well, this one of yours.”

“Well, it’s not ‘a case’. Not at all. Everything is clear.”

“Ok, but there are still some ambiguities that should be cleared up.”

“Like what?”

“You said that the document on Marie states that she was born in Eindhoven, but she was actually born as Janette Mollard in Marseille.”

“That’s right. I had told you before that Ron had new documents made for them.”

“That’s right, but you said that he made new documents for her with a date of birth 3 years older so that he could legally take care of her without involving authorities.”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Then shouldn’t she be 41 years old, and according to her documents, the ones she is using now, she is 38. She also said that she is 38, and it says that she was born on April 7, 1985.”

“Um, so who knows if that’s the document that Ron had made for her or if it’s a document she had made for herself later?”

“Yes, it is possible, but it needs to be verified.”

Armin didn’t bother with such details, but Brigitte was adamant that not even the slightest discrepancy should be allowed to remain unexplained.

“Okay, I’ll ask her,” Armin caved in.

“You won’t ask her. We’ll find out for ourselves. And I find it suspicious that Erica told you that Marie can’t be pregnant and there were birth control pills in Marie’s bathroom.”

“Who knows, maybe they were left over from earlier. We don’t know if those pills are hers,” Armin argued.

“So why didn’t you look at the date and ask Erica why Marie can’t get pregnant?”

“Oh Brigitte, I think you are worrying too much.”

“Maybe I am; maybe I’m not. The next thing you will do is look at what’s written on Erica’s documents. Can you do that?”

“Oh, okay. I’ll take a look to see if it will calm you down.”

“Okay, let me know.”

He continued lying in bed and tried various theories to explain these illogicalities pointed out by Brigitte.

A little before noon, when Erica arrived back, they greeted each other with a long hug and kisses, and then they both started getting ready to have lunch and a walk around Paris. Erica undressed and changed in front of him without any shame while he attempted to hide his erection.

After a short walk, they sat down in a restaurant. As usual, the conversation was pleasant, and Armin felt really relaxed in her company.

“Have you ever contacted your brother and sister in Marseille?” Armin inquired.

“I did, but unsuccessfully. They weren’t exactly thrilled when I got back to visit them. I wish them a New Year every year, and that’s all. Maybe they would act differently with you if you tried.”

“Um, maybe one day,” Armin hedged.

When they finished lunch, they called the waiter, and Erica got up and said, “I have to go to the bathroom; here’s the card, so you can pay if the waiter comes.”

She put the credit card on the table and left. It was an opportunity to fulfill Brigitte’s request to find out information. He didn’t want to take the card in his hands and read the data; instead, he took a picture of one side with his phone and then imperceptibly turned the card over and took a picture of the other side as well. Just when he sent the picture to Brigitte, the waiter came with the bill, followed by Erica.

They spent the rest of the day walking around the city. Armin only looked at his phone again after dinner when Erica was in the bathroom and opened the seven new messages from Brigitte.

Brigitte...”There you see! It’s the same date, 04.07. but the year of birth is 1982.”...

Brigitte...”So Erica is 41, not Marie.”...

Brigitte...”I knew something was wrong.”...

Brigitte...”They had probably replaced the documents or something...”...

Brigitte...”Or Janette is Erica, and Marie is Monique.”...

Brigitte...”Um, that would mean that you...”...

Brigitte...”Don’t worry, call me when you can.”...

“Come on, you watch too many crime movies. I’ll be home tomorrow, so I’ll see you. Bye,” Armin answered the slew of messages and shut all further questions down.

He simply ignored Brigitte’s words. He couldn’t even fathom the idea that Marie was his biological mother.

Erica returned to the table, and Armin put his phone down. He felt comfortable in her company. She enchanted him in a way. Her attitude, her accent, the way she talked, and of course her appearance. Every moment he became more in awe of her. After dinner, they left the restaurant and walked along the most popular streets of Paris.

“Let’s go somewhere else for a drink, or do you want to go to the hotel?” Armin inquired politely.

“I’m indeed a few years older than you, but Paris is not a place where I would go to bed at ten o’clock.” Erica smiled-

They visited a nightclub, and Erica was in her full glory. She radiated femininity, energy, and sexiness, and the amount of alcohol she drank made her even more relaxed. They left the nightclub in the morning and had finally arrived at the hotel at 3 a.m. Armin didn’t feel like he was hanging out with his mom, but with a friend. He slowly forgot about Marie and redirected all his confused feelings towards Erica, as if she had bewitched him with something. He lavished all his attention on Erica, and she liked it.

Upon returning to the hotel room, they were in a very good mood, and Erica remarked, “Oh, I feel so relaxed with you. If only we could stay together for a few more days.”

Armin immediately stripped down to his boxers and lay down in bed, while Erica unashamedly stripped naked and applied cream to her beautiful body.

Armin couldn’t stand by and say nothing, “You have such a beautiful body, so sexy.”

Erica just smiled proudly. Erica wasn’t any more beautiful or sexier than Marie and had maybe only a half-size bigger tits, but something about her attracted Armin tremendously. When she finished massaging her body, she got into bed, hugged him, kissed him, and wished him good night. Then she simply turned her back towards him. Armin had to fight his erection again and had great difficulty falling asleep--just as the night before.

When they got up, they didn’t have much time for long farewells as they both had trains to catch. They hugged goodbye before getting on their respective trains, continuing their exchange by typing messages on WhatsApp.

Present day, previous week--In Frankfurt--Home, sweet home

Brigitte met him at the station in Frankfurt. She couldn’t wait to hear the news. On the way to the apartment, she asked a hundred questions.

When they got to the apartment, Armin said, “Okay, can we take a break from this interrogation? We can order pizza and watch a movie.”

“As far as I’m concerned, we can, but every minute you are typing a message to one or the other.”

“Ok, I’ll turn off my phone. We’ll order pizza. It’s just the two of us from now on.”

“Wow, maybe you want something? I know, you hadn’t fucked at all during the weekend, and you slept with a naked milf, so...”

“Haha, very good. Come on, she’s my...”

Brigitte interrupted him before he could finish the sentence. “Or at least we think it is,” she said.

“There is no reason not to believe Erica is not my mom.”

“No, but you have to admit, something is fishy.”

“You are right, ages and dates are mixed up, but they’ve both been through so much. I’m not surprised by the mix-ups in these documents and dates.”

“I don’t know; it seems like Marie is unhappy that you are spending so much time with Erica. After all, you’re secretly dating. And it’s obvious that Erica wants to distance you from Marie by intentionally sleeping naked in the same bed with you, as if she’s trying to charm you in some way.”

“It wouldn’t be a problem if you slept naked with me.” Armin tried to change the subject, smiling wildly.

“Oh, and I thought you were now attracted to more mature women.”

“Aaah. Maybe you are jealous?” Armin tried to make light of the situation.

Brigitte promptly replied, “If only I could be jealous.”

There was a moment of silence.

“So if you’re in the mood...” Armin wiggled his eyebrows.

“You know I always am. Maybe I’ll just let this thing go for now...”

“Uh, let’s go to the room.” Armin nuzzled Brigitte’s neck.

After undressing, Brigitte rushed to suck his dick. She was visibly enjoying herself as she licked him and sucked him with such zeal that it made up for the flaws in her physical and emotional connections.

She stopped sucking so he wouldn’t come before the fucking even started. He lay down on his back, and Brigitte climbed on top of him with her back turned towards him. She adjusted herself and inserted his dick into her pussy herself.

Unlike fucking with Marie, Armin felt every millimeter of penetration of her tight pussy. Armin raised his body a little and rested his elbows so only his butt, feet, and elbows were touching the bed. Brigitte moved her body forward more and more, and Armin lifted his torso to the limit when the “reverse cowgirl” turned into a “doggy” pose.

Brigitte rubbed her pussy against him, but in this pose, she had no control. Now Armin was the one leading the game, and Brigitte was not used to that. He grabbed her hips and fucked her like he had never done before. He knew that if she didn’t like it, she would tell him. Her moans fueled him, and he started fucking her much faster and harder. Brigitte wasn’t used to this kind of fucking--she needed more time to come. Otherwise, she would have finished by now. Since he was not supposed to come in her, Armin waited for her to finish chasing her orgasm, took his cock out of her pussy, and jerked himself off onto the bed. Normally, Brigitte jerked him off, but this time she was panting, lying on the bed unable to move.

“You see, it’s not so bad when I ‘drive’,” Armin remarked, a bit out of breath himself.

“It’s not bad at all.” Brigitte smiled. “You saw ... It took me some time to relax and adjust, but it was great.”

“If you want to sleep there, we can do it again.”

“I would like to, but you know I can’t sleep anywhere else but in my own bed.”

For a few days, Armin really rested lounging around all day, with no desire to socialize. He corresponded with Marie and Erica, and in the evening Brigitte would come, who became more and more unrestrained during sex.

On one of the nights his phone rang, but Armin just hung up and went back to fucking. When they were both satiated, Armin looked at his phone and returned the call.

“Hello, Armin. Are you still here in Krk?” Dr. Vrkić asked immediately after answering.

“No, I’m not. I had to go back to Frankfurt,” answered Armin.

“Okay, the results arrived today. I’ll send them over to you. Give me the address, and I’ll mail it to you,” said the doctor.

“Okay, I’ll send you the address in a message. And thank you very much. How can I repay the debt?”

“When you come again, I won’t refuse a glass of wine,” Dr. Vrkić said with a smile in his voice. “Otherwise, the results are sealed; only you may open them. You just need to open it and simply see if the codes match. Everything is explained in detail in the papers.”

“Great. Thank you very much. I’ll make sure to visit you the next time I’m in Krk again.”

Several days of tension and anticipation followed. Even though he knew the mail usually came in the morning, he checked the mailbox throughout the day.

It was Friday, and Brigitte had finished work early. Arriving before noon, she was headed to Armin’s apartment when she saw the postman delivering letters to the mailboxes. She immediately ran upstairs and told Armin that a letter had arrived for him. Within two minutes, Armin was holding an envelope in his hand.

“Calm down and sit. Relax. You don’t have to open it right away. You’ll feel the moment when you are ready for it,” Brigitte coached Armin.

“You know, right until this moment, I was 100% sure that Erica was my mom. I mean, I’m sure even now, but not quite 100%. I feel there is a 5 to 10% possibility that I...”

“That you fucked your mom,” Brigitte supplied helpfully.

“Yes, for sure. It might have been easier to accept if it had only happened on Krk--we didn’t know of the possibility then. But we had sex in Antwerp too, when I already knew of the potential genetic relationship.”

“I see. And how do you feel about the fact that you are sexually attracted to Erica, while you know she is your mother?”

“Yeah, well. I am conflicted. I know she is my biological mom, but she doesn’t feel like my mom. And my body doesn’t seem to accept it either and reacts to Erica as a woman. For all intents and purposes, my mom was Radmila.”

“That’s right. And why shouldn’t Erica’s or Maria’s body, for that matter, make the same mistake--reacting to you as a rugged, handsome young man instead of a son?”

“Um, maybe. That could well be.”

“As you said yourself, you are probably right about who your mother is, but I just want to prepare you for possible unpleasant surprises.”

“Yes, it’s like a vaccination, in a way. Ha-ha-ha.”

“Honestly, have you thought about the fact that if Erica is not your mom, you can enjoy yourself with her?”

“I have.”

“Would you by any chance prefer Marie to be your mom so you could be with Erica without recriminations, or would you rather stay with Marie and have Erica remain your mom?”

“Uh, this is too much. I don’t know the answer.”

“It seems to me that you just want to fuck them both. I would prefer neither of them to be your mother, but a third one. Don’t rule out that possibility either.”

“But they’ve admitted that Erica is my mom.”

“That they have. And probably that is the case, but you don’t know them well. All you know is that they had an unfortunate past. Who knows what reasons they might have to hide something? Maybe they are sisters too? Maybe they had another friend who was your mom?” Brigitte listed the many plausible options.

“You see, I didn’t think about that. But it all makes this more complicated.”

Armin tapped the envelope nervously on the table, and Brigitte came up to him, and, much to his surprise, she hugged and kissed him.

Armin was taken aback. Brigitte had never accepted a hug or a kiss before, never mind initiating them. “Fuck, what’s happening? May I reciprocate?”

Brigitte just nodded her head, and then Armin hugged her back.

“So why have you never kissed?”