Her Mother's Secret
Chapter 10
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 10 - Juno is in love, but when the high school senior's boyfriend tries to go further than French kissing, she stops him cold. It's not that she doesn't have those same desires, but her mother's brainwashing since puberty has convinced her that a girl doesn't do those things before marriage. However, the hormones raging within her teenage body conflict with her overbearing mother's lectures. Juno doesn't know what to do about it until she discovers her mother's secret. That changes her life.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Romantic First Teacher/Student
The sleepover at Lizzy’s on Friday had been fun, but her best friend’s gushing over Troy Beckett, the new love in her life, soon got tiring. Unfortunately for Juno, that had allowed her mind to wander. That was disturbing because Juno couldn’t stop thinking about who her mother was with and what she was doing with him. At least it wasn’t with Mr. Wilson. But that was yesterday. Today was the day Juno had been waiting a week for—Saturday night.
Excited about her date with Davy, Juno dashed back and forth between her dresser and closet, pulling out clothes and underwear, holding them up to her body in front of the mirror before discarding most onto the bed or floor. One errantly thrown bra dangled from a lamp shade next to the bed. She wanted the night to be perfect and that meant being dressed just right. One damper was her underwear. Her bras and panties were so boring. She didn’t have anything sexy for Davy.
Wanting everything to go perfectly, Juno even decided to wear a skirt thinking it would provide Davy easy access to her pussy. That thought made the girl both shiver with excitement and blush. But as excited as she was, memories of their last date tortured her. She recalled how she had been excited about that date as well, only for it to turn into a train wreck.
But things were different now. She had experience which gave her confidence. Well, only to a point. She was nervous about teaching Davy about sex. How much did she really know? She had thought about it often this past week and realized a lot of the time she was doing stuff with Mr. Wilson she was so sexually aroused that she now had a hard time remembering what was going on. And she couldn’t let Davy know that she had sex with someone else. So her excitement was also filled with nervousness.
When Juno had the clothes and underwear she planned to wear that night laid out on her bed, she looked around the room. What a mess. All she needed was for her mother to see it and ground her. Juno scurried around, putting things back in the closet and drawers as quickly as she could. She paused one time when she picked up a button-down blue blouse off the floor. She held it in front of her and walked to the mirror. Nice. She rushed to her bed and retrieved what she had previously selected and returned to the mirror. She held the pink sweater in front of her and then the blue blouse, switching from one to the other. She had worn a button-down blouse to Mr. Wilson’s house and that worked out well. Juno added the blue blouse to the clothes she was going to wear and stuffed the sweater back in the drawer.
Juno finally finished straightening out her room. Looking around, she took a deep breath and released it. She stripped and went into the bathroom where she got into the shower and shaved her legs. Then, even though she didn’t need to change the razor blade, she did it and meticulously shaved her pubic area and labia. When done, she brushed her fingers over the area. It was smooth as glass. Juno spread her legs and, bending forward, even pried the lips open while studying the area.
I hope Davy doesn’t think it’s gross. Mr. Wilson liked looking at it. He even said so. So maybe it’s a guy thing. Maybe I should let Davy touch it but not see it. Shit, why does sex have to be so complicated?
When Juno finished dressing, she looked at herself in the full-length mirror. The blue blouse went well with the navy skirt, chosen because it was the shortest skirt she had. She stared at the top blouse button that was open and popped another one open. Scrutinizing it while twisting her body at different angles, she opened the third button. Thrusting her chest out with her shoulders pulled back, the gap in the blouse spread to show part of her bra cups. Juno frowned, once again despairing that her underwear wasn’t sexy. But she didn’t dare go out without a bra. Not with her mother downstairs. The thought of her mother caused her to re-button the third button. Looking around the bedroom one last time to make sure everything was put away, Juno went downstairs.
Juno’s mother eyed her as she entered the living room. The look was one Juno was familiar with, a disapproving one, but her mother didn’t say anything. They both knew that Juno was going to have sex with Davy, but that was something neither wanted to say out loud.
“Did you take your pill this morning?” her mother asked.
“Jesus, Ma! Of course!”
“Good.”
Nothing else was said and, thankfully, the uncomfortable silence didn’t last long because the doorbell rang and Juno rushed to answer it. Davy stood on the porch with a guilty smile.
“Sorry I’m so late,” Davy said. “Like I told you when I called, got stuck at work.”
“It’s okay. Let’s go.”
They walked to Davy’s car where Juno stopped at the passenger door, but Davy continued on around the front and got into the driver’s seat. Sighing, Juno opened the door and got in.
“Wanna go to our parking place?” Davy asked.
“What about dinner?”
“Didn’t you eat?”
“No. You said we were going out to dinner.”
“Yeah, but I got stuck at work.”
“So?”
Davy looked down. “I had a sandwich at work. I thought you’d eat something.” He looked at Juno. “Want me to go to the drive-thru at McDonald’s and get you something?”
“McDonald’s?!”
“Yeah, um, it’s fast. And I already ate.”
“Whatever.”
That’s what Davy did and Juno ate her Quarter Pounder and french fries while they drove silently to the parking place in the trees they knew so well. Juno was eating the last of her french fries when Davy turned off the engine. He looked at her with impatience so she ate slower. And then after swallowing the last french fry, she made a big deal of slurping the rest of her Diet Coke.
“Let’s go in the back,” Davy said.
He didn’t wait for a reply. In a flash, Davy was out of the car and in the back seat. Juno was not happy. Her perfect date was going poorly. It wasn’t a disaster like the last time, but so far not good. Juno shrugged. It simply had a bumpy start. Juno followed Davy’s lead and was soon sitting next to him in the back of the car.
Davy leaned into her, pressed his lips to hers, and shoved his tongue against her closed mouth. Unlike in the past, Juno didn’t reject his tongue because of her mother’s hypocritical lectures. She parted her lips and accepted his tongue. He kissed her passionately as if they had been going at it for a while. Juno sat with her hands folded in her lap. Her tongue moved against his flailing one, but without passion. There was something missing. Juno placed her hands on Davy’s chest and pushed him away.
“What’s wrong?” Davy asked, breathing hard.
“Don’t you want to talk first?”
“About what?”
“I don’t know. Anything.”
“Like what?”
“I mean, we just got here.”
“That’s why we’re here.”
“But it’s a date.”
“We would have talked during the dinner part of the date.”
“But we didn’t go to dinner.”
“I told you I was sorry. I had to work and ate there. Is it my fault we didn’t go to dinner first?”
“I’m not blaming you. I know you work hard. But we’re here now. Why can’t we talk now?”
“Okay, what do you want to talk about?”
“I don’t know. You didn’t ask me how I am.”
“How are you?”
Juno’s eyebrows furrowed. “Don’t just say the words because I told you to,” she said, spitting the words out. “Mean them.”
Aghast, Davy sat back. “Are you on your period?”
“What! No, I’m not!”
“I’m sorry,” Davy said, “it’s just that you’re ... you seem upset.”
Juno thought about that. Maybe it was her fault. They had always parked, jumped in the back seat, and made out.
“Do you like how I’m dressed?” Juno asked, trying to say it sweetly.
“Yeah. How come you got all dressed up?”
“I wanted to look good for you.”
“You do. Real good. I like the skirt.”
“How come?”
“It’s short.”
“Why’s that good?”
Davy blushed. “I see more leg.”
“You mean like this?” Juno said and raised the hem of her skirt a couple of inches.
Davy’s mouth opened. “Yeah. You have nice legs.”
That sent a tingle between Juno’s thighs and a little moisture. Maybe it was going to be okay after all.
“What about my blouse?” Juno asked.
“What about it?”
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