Chapter 2: Time With Mom

Mom and I talked for a long time about what had just happened to me, how I had handled it, and the details of the things the store manager had done to me and how I felt about it. Mom again told me what she had told me about many times in the past: “Rachel, men want your body, they want to use your body, and they use it for their own selfish desires and pleasure. You can get a lot of things from men simply by allowing men to use you and your body, you just must make sure that you stay in control.”

We lived in a very small two-bedroom house, my two brothers shared a bedroom, and I shared a room and a bed with my mother. I had been sleeping in the same bed as her for several years. It is the way I grew up, so seeing her naked or having her talk to me about sex was nothing new. I think she liked talking about sex and over time shared many of her sexual experiences with me.

I could tell that she was getting a little turned on as I told her what the store manager had done to me and how I told her that I was enjoying getting myself finger fucked in his office.

I knew mom was so proud of me and I liked that, I loved my mom, and I loved doing things that pleased her. So, when she encouraged me to use my newfound contact to keep getting the things I wanted from his store, I knew I would.

I was having a nice conversation with my mom and one of the things she would always talk about was how she longed to have a sexy see thru negligee, we both knew it was well beyond what we could ever afford, but it was always nice to fantasize about things that we knew we could never have.

Mom and I almost always slept together wearing our panties together with either an old tee shirt, our bra and sometimes topless. Mom also knew that to make her bras last longer, she wouldn’t wear it more than she had to. So, most nights she wouldn’t wear it to bed, and she seldom wore it around the house. Mom and I both had very large boobs, so when either one of us went braless, it was obvious, especially to my younger brothers who were becoming more and more knowledgeable and interested in sex and the female body, so knowing that they were staring at our boobs was common.

Mom and I were not lesbians and didn’t engage in many sexual things together, although we both masturbated a lot and sometimes, we masturbated together in bed side by side. We had a great relationship and both cared deeply for each other.

Mom was still very young, only thirty-five by this time and she was still very sexually active and did whatever she could to get the sex she desired. Most often on Friday and Saturday nights she would go off to the local dances, find a willing man, and have sex with him and not come home until the next morning. That is what happened on the Friday night after I had been caught shoplifting.

I was sleeping alone in bed while mom was out at the dance, apparently, as she told me later, she met a man who just happened to be married, he took her to a local motel, fucked her and then went home to his wife, leaving her there in the motel room. So, after getting laid, she spent the rest of that evening alone in the motel room.

On Saturday morning, I was lying in bed, it was a warm night and because I was alone, I was only wearing my panties, nothing on the top at all. I was covered up with the blankets though.

My brother came walking into the room wondering where mom was. My brother was raised the same way as I was, he was used to the way mom talked and the way mom dressed, he had seen her nearly naked, and I assume he had even seen her topless. He entered my bedroom shortly after getting up, and he was only wearing plain white boxer type underwear.