Chapter 2: Millie’s Tale

I slept like a baby—a baby nestled in Mommy’s arms. I wasn’t just protected; I was loved like a daughter should be loved.

Her boobs are nice and soft; a place I have always loved to rest my head. I know it sounds cliché, but they were like two soft, warm pillows. I could feel and hear her heartbeat when I rested my head against it, which almost always tucked me into a nice, restful sleep.

That night, I had an extra surprise. Her nipples poked the side of my cheek gently. It felt good, especially after the online conversation I’d had earlier. I had tucked my finger on one of the buttons of her nightshirt. I felt like if I could have just unfastened the button, I might have been able to get the nipple into my mouth.

But no. I was not going to do that. My new online lover had made me very happy, very pleased with myself, and even hornier for my mom than I had been before.

So very horny for my mom.

I have no idea when “that” time came. It was a gradual process, I would guess.

My mom is a fox. Whenever there was a parent-student event and she was at school, all the other boys and girls would practically step all over each other to get her to talk to them. At first, I thought it was just me who found her strikingly pretty, but when the other students told me she was the prettiest mom around, I knew I had someone special.

And she always made me feel special, whether it was making me feel pretty, smart, in control, fast, confident, or good at writing – whatever I was doing, Mom always seemed to be there for me, cheering me on.

I began writing extensively when I was 10. She encouraged me a lot, but I thought it was just Mom cheer. I didn’t take myself very seriously.

But then came along Mr. Devers, one of my teachers. He told me that I was writing way above my age – and at first, I thought that meant I was in trouble, but instead, he encouraged me. He helped edit several of my science fiction and horror stories, refining them, and then found sites to help me gain notice.

I got noticed fast.

And for some reason, it did not scare me. It encouraged me.

I never was a girl to toot her own horn. But I loved to write. And when I saw how much people loved reading the material I wrote, I wrote more and put it out there for others to read.

By 12, I got published. I mean, a hardcover book has been published. By then, Mr. Deevers had passed away, but I had enough other people helping me, and I had a wave of confidence; I became pretty successful. I created a PayPal account that allowed me to collect the money, but I wasn’t able to do anything with it. Not for a while.

Meanwhile, I was growing in some other ways and becoming sexually aware of myself.

I had always preferred girls to boys. It was around that time that I realized it was like that sexually, too. I like girls.

Or, at least, women. Girls my age tended to annoy the shit out of me. Yeah, there were quite a few cute ones out there, but they sure as fuck didn’t have their heads on very straight!

I came out to Mom, who was very supportive. I had suspected she liked women, too, and she confirmed, which probably made it easier for both of us.

And it was around that time that my stories started getting more sexual. At first, it was gradual, but pretty quickly, I wrote a lot about sex. Sure, I kept on writing some horror and science fiction. I’ve still been published a few times, too.

But those sex stories had to be told!

Suddenly, the money came in. I went from making about $100 a month to making about $1,000 a week, and that figure continued to grow by the month. By the time I was 13, my sex stories were pulling in 1500 a month; by the time I was 14, they were pulling in more than 2000 a month.

And Mom was still very pretty.

Yeah, I started getting a huge, weird crush on her. At first, I was a bit scared of those thoughts, then I eventually realized that it wasn’t like we were going to have some deformed kids out of it or anything. So, what the hell?

Besides, it was all fantasy. Who would get hurt?

At first, it was straight up incest, then I found a page that let authors write about younger sexual partners. Ho boy was THAT right up my alley! So, the stories commenced!

Through that, I found a couple of other places that published teenage sex stories and even found a couple of hard book publishers.

Suddenly, I was earning almost $10,000 a month. I shit you not.

I had to withdraw that money from the PayPal account. That is when I asked Mom for a credit card.

I suppose that’s what started it all. Hell, I don’t blame her one bit for looking around. I mean, if you have a teenage daughter, you expect her to be rolling up the bills! She couldn’t blame her for wondering where those bills had come from, then, when she saw I had a cash flow, she asked where it all came from.

As a writer, I received a lot of fan mail and comments on my stories. Honestly, it was pretty challenging to keep up with, and often I wouldn’t be able to remember where the comments originated.

I don’t know what it was about the comments I kept seeing from RunningMom, but they caught my eye. She seemed so real.

And she seemed like a she, which was rare for many of the others.

I messaged her back and, well, you know a lot of it. What you don’t know is that the messages got my heart racing, my blood flowing, and certain parts of my body all on fire!

I had a crush on her and pictured her looking just like my real mom. Ho boy! How is THAT for you, huh?

When I fell asleep in her arms, I was happier than I had been in a long time. She was holding me like her sweet little girl, but in my fantasies, she was holding me like a lover. Those stiff nipples on my cheeks sure helped that!

When I woke up the next morning, she was still holding me very tightly. She was still asleep.

I moved a little bit to the side to grab my phone and see if RunningMom had answered me.

I was a little bit confused at first. My code did not work.

Funny story: Mom and I use pretty similar codes. They are off by one number from each other. My code “worked” when I tried a sixth time, but actually, I was opening her phone.

I saw and read the message she had written.

My mouth popped open.

I glanced at the phone case.

I realized I was looking at her phone.

Like a flash flood, it all came together in an instant.

RunningMom was my mom.

RunningMom liked my stories. A lot. She told me she had cum while reading them.

My mom had cum while reading my incest sex stories!

I felt like my heart stopped, the blood was gone from my body, my eyes were about to bulge out, and my stomach was about to leap out of my belly button.

I gasped.

Mom stirred.

Her phone was fucking glued to my hands! Okay, not literally, but I felt like I couldn’t drop that phone! I was frozen.

Her eyes flickered forward.

She smiled when she saw me in her hazy eyes. A look of concern crossed her face when she saw the look of what was probably absolute terror on my face. The look of terror spread to her face when she saw her phone in my hands.

Her mouth popped open.

“Uhhhhhhhhhh...” That was all she was able to get out.

“Uhhhhhhhhhh...” It was the only way I could answer.

I did the only thing I could think of.

I quickly exited her bedroom and went straight to mine, shutting the door behind me in a bit of a panic.

I sat on my bed, panting, shaking.

My mom had read my sex stories! I was so grounded! She might even, I don’t know, give me away or something and send me to live with an aunt or something!

My thoughts tripped all over each other.

Mom knows what a pervert I am! She might make me get help and tell other people. Other kids at school will know! I will never be able to show my face there again! She might try to get people to look at me, to change me. I don’t want to be changed! I like who I am!

I could hear my breathing. I was having a panic attack, I knew I was having a panic attack, and that made my panic attack even worse.

With a groan, I buried my face in my pillow. I cried a little bit.

I never heard her come in; I never felt her sit on the bed next to me. I jumped a little bit when she softly put her hand on my shoulder. I kept my face buried in the pillow.

When I was little, I rarely got in trouble. Seldom did Mom ever have to raise her voice at me. She never once spanked me.

But, whenever I did and whenever I went into my bedroom to cry about it, she did what she was doing now – sat beside me in the bed and gave me a loving little massage, running her hands over me. It helped calm me down, it made me feel good, and it let me know that she still loved me.

Those good feelings were rummaging through my mind while she softly ran her hands over me, but there were other thoughts. I mean – the stuff I had written was about her, in reality, but I didn’t think she would ever see it. I was now afraid that, now she had seen it, I would lose her completely, in every way and forever.

“You know that I love you now, then and forever, right, Millie?” she whispered, almost as if to answer.

I nodded. “I’m sorry,” I choked out.

“About what, sweetness? You have nothing to be sorry about.”

“But ... all the stuff I wrote. You saw it.”

“Oh ... sweetness...” I could hear disappointment, yet a caring tone, in her voice. I felt the bed shift. She fell in behind me, spooning me, grabbing onto me, and holding me tight.

I started to cry a little bit harder and louder now, little sobs escaping my mouth.

“Oh sweetness,” she whispered, moving around and holding me from the front, letting my face cradle into her chest, letting my tears fall on her shirt. She stroked the back of my head lovingly, holding me tight with her other hand.

I cried for a while. I have no idea how long. Mom might have cried a little bit, too.

She dried my tears with little kisses around my eyes.

I smiled.

“You know I will always love you, now, then, and forever, right?”

I nodded. “Even after all that.”

“Even after all that,” she said quietly. She swallowed. “Especially after all that.”

I blinked a few of the tears out of my eyes and rubbed some more out with the ball of my fist. “I didn’t want to hurt you or anything,” I said quietly. “You were never meant to see any of that. It was me talking about ... me. I guess I am confused, or something. I don’t know. I kinda feel like ... like I’m sick, maybe? Not right in the head?”

“You are perfectly all right in your head.”

“But the things I wrote about...”

“You are beautiful, sweetness. They are about two women deeply in love, expressing their affection for each other. Do not ever let anyone tell you that is wrong.”

I cuddled up closer to her. The warmth of her body made me feel good. The warmth of her voice made me feel good. The warmth of her soul made me feel extraordinary. “But the stuff about daughters and moms and aunts and nieces and all that stuff. I mean, a lot of the kids talk about incest like people die from it.”

My mother let out a chuckle. “Don’t let what the other kids in school rule what you think, honey. I have met many kids your age, as well as many girls your age. You have your head on a lot straighter than 99 percent of those other girls out there.”

I sighed. “Not exactly a high bar, is it?” I asked with a chuckle.

She laughed. “No, but you know what I mean.”

I nodded and we lay there for a while, holding each other in silence. “If you stop writing those stories, I will be very disappointed,” she whispered after a while.

“Even the sex stuff?”

“Even the sex stuff,” she answered.

We were silent for a while.

“Even the incest stuff,” she added.

I looked up at her, looked into her eyes, my brow knotted. “Really?”

She smiled and nodded. “Really. I like those stories best.”

I smiled a little. “I thought you would be mad at me when you found out.”

She shook her head. “I think in reality, they have made me a lot happier than I have ever been in my life, at least since the day you were born.”

Now I was a bit confused. There was that voice in the back of my head, telling me she wanted me – but that damn logical voice kept telling me not to do anything stupid.

Instead, I just looked down in silence. I thought for a while.

“My sister and I had a very torrid affair a few years ago,” my mother said suddenly.

My eyes shot up to hers.

She nodded.

“It was after your father and I broke up. She came over almost every night to comfort me, and it was a great help. Although leaving him was my decision, it still took me months to get over it. And when I finally did happen, it happened so suddenly that I hardly noticed. But I realized that I no longer needed him.

“Over a bottle of wine, my sister and I talked about it that night. Well, you know what wine does to me! I honestly have no idea who made the first move, but after talking for a couple of hours, the conversation turned to sex, and next thing I knew, we were making passionate love to each other.

“Our affair lasted for months. I am sure you never knew, but surely you noticed she had been visiting a lot after the divorce. I nodded. “She was my favorite lover, and one whom I still enjoy seeing time to time.”

“What stopped it?”

“Well, you might remember she got a new job in California. She has an adorable girlfriend there now. They are married and very much in love. But, whenever she comes back for a little bit, we still see each other.”

“Wow,” I said. “I never imagined! You and Aunt Julie? That’s so ... hot!” I giggled.

She giggled as well. “It truly was.”

I rested my head on her shoulder. She softly stroked the side of my head. “What about your mom?”

“Oh, my mom was a fucking cunt, excuse my language. She would have flipped if she had known about Julie and me. I am very sure Julie never told her about her sexual orientation, and I sure as hell am not going to tell her about mine!”