Her Mother's Secret
Chapter 12
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 12 - 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
Now that Lizzy had broken up with Troy Beckett, Juno enjoyed the rest of Christmas break. She had her best friend all to herself and they spent most of the time together. They often chatted about the upcoming semester, which would be their last, and what it would be like after graduating high school and what they wanted to do. Neither intended to go to college, not they wanted to go to work either.
They no longer mentioned Davy or Troy, but they often talked about finding the “right” guy. Lizzy was all over the place, constantly changing her mind about what she wanted in a boy. Juno was tightlipped, hiding what she actually thought. She couldn’t tell her friend that she wanted someone like Mr. Wilson. But where would she find a boy like him? None of the boys she knew were anything like him. They were so childish and thought more about themselves than the girl.
When they returned to school in January, Juno searched the halls for Mr. Wilson as she walked from class to class. That brief encounter right before the break remained in her mind. She had enjoyed seeing him, talking to him, being near him. Her only regret was that she had brought up her mother. She was sure that’s what had driven him away that day.
A week passed and then another with no sight of Mr. Wilson. Juno wondered if he was avoiding her like she had avoided him before that brief encounter. Why the hell had she mentioned her mother? She had to see him, just had to, so one day instead of rushing to the cafeteria for lunch, she lingered at her locker until the second bell rang. That signaled classes were to begin.
She dashed through the empty halls to Mr. Wilson’s classroom and peeked through the glass window in the door. She had no idea how she was going to talk to him, but it wasn’t Mr. Wilson she saw. Juno backed up to make sure she was at the correct classroom and then looked through the glass again. A middle-aged woman stood in front of the class. That wasn’t Mr. Wilson. Maybe he was sick and it was a substitute teacher. Or maybe he was in a different classroom this semester.
With slumped shoulders and a heavy heart, Juno trudged to the cafeteria. At least she and Lizzy had lunch the same period this semester. But Juno stopped in a daze as she stared at the sign that said she was at the Administration office. How had she ended up there? But she was there so, with a deep sigh, went in.
The woman behind the desk looked up. “Can I help you?”
“No, yes,” a confused Juno said. “I was looking for ... um, wondering what classroom Mr. Wilson is in this semester.”
“Mr. Wilson no longer teaches here.”
“Yes he does!”
“No he doesn’t. Not anymore. What do you—?”
Juno spun around and bolted from the office. She didn’t stop running until she was in the cafeteria. Catching her breath, she saw Lizzy waving at her. She was sitting at a table with some of their other friends. Juno filled her tray and took the seat next to Lizzy that her friend had saved for her.
“Where were you?” Lizzy asked while chomping on a bite of her tuna sandwich.
“Oh, I had to talk to my teacher about something.”
During lunch, Juno hardly said anything. The others didn’t seem to notice as they chatted nonstop. All Juno could think about was that Mr. Wilson was gone. Why? Was it because of her? Her mother? Did her mother know? Juno knew she couldn’t ask her mother. Mr. Wilson was someone they never spoke about. Having no appetite, Juno picked at her food and left half of her lunch uneaten.
Over the next days and then weeks, knowing she would never see Mr. Wilson again left Juno depressed. Her mother kept asking what the problem was, but Juno shrugged off her questions with, “Nothing, just school stuff.” Her mother’s raised eyebrow told Juno that she didn’t believe her, but her mother never pushed it. And when Juno thought it couldn’t get any worse, Lizzy and Troy got back together. Once again she lost her best friend to a boy.
January turned into February and Juno became more despondent. She had expected Lizzy and Troy to break up again. Why would this time be different? But they didn’t. Lizzy even told her that they were getting more intimate. She even confided that her favorite thing was to lie on her back in the backseat of his father’s car with him lying on top of her between her spread legs and dry hump her.
“It’s like we’re fucking,” Lizzy said. “I feel his hard cock on my, you know. It’s better than masturbating. It’s a mess for him because he shoots in his pants, but he doesn’t care. We gotta find you a boyfriend so you can do it. You’ll love it.”
Juno wanted to shout, “You think that’s great! You have no idea how good it could be!” But she bit her tongue and nodded.
And then, on the second Monday in February when Juno sat down next to Lizzy in the cafeteria, an excited Lizzy told Juno something that watered her eyes.
“You can’t sleep over Friday,” Lizzy said, breathlessly.
Why was her friend so excited about her not sleeping there? Juno’s father had just left on his business travel after spending the week at home. When he was home, it was always a tense week at the Mason’s house and she was glad to see him go. And, as always, she was especially looking forward to spending Friday night and Saturday morning at Lizzy’s house. Suddenly, she thought about what her mother looked forward to when her father left.
Shit! What about—?
“Why?” Juno asked, heartbroken for both her and her mother. They both looked forward to that day.
Lizzy bounced in her seat. “Troy texted me last period. Friday is Valentine’s Day! He asked me out. For Valentine’s Day! He said I was his Valentine! Can you believe it?”
Juno forced a smile and hugged her friend. “That’s great.”
Later, alone in her bedroom after school, Juno struggled to get through her homework, dreading having to tell her mother about Friday. But when her mother called her down to dinner, she knew it couldn’t be put off any longer.
When Juno entered the kitchen, she said, “Ma, I can’t sleep over at Lizzy’s on Friday.”
“You two have a fight?”
“No, she’s going out for Valentine’s Day. So I’ll be home, here, in the house, our house, here, when, you know. I’ll stay in my room the whole night. Maybe the guy won’t even know I’m here.”
“Oh dear, I’m sorry. I know how much you look forward to sleeping at Lizzy’s. But don’t worry about me. I won’t be home. I’m going out for Valentine’s Day, too.”
“You are? You’re going on a date? I thought you only...” Juno’s voice trailed off. She couldn’t say it.
Her mother chuckled. “What? Only had sex? A lot of times it’s just sex, but even then it’s with someone I like. I don’t pick up strangers to have sex with, you know. I have to like the man.”
“But isn’t Valentine’s Day like for a girlfriend?”
“You don’t think some of my relationships are romantic? That’s when the sex is best.”
Juno blushed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get into your personal life.”
Her mother rushed over to Juno and wrapped her arms around her, hugging her daughter to her body. “You’re all grown up. We can talk about relationships. I’m glad this is out in the open. I hated lying to you.”
When Friday arrived, Juno’s mother was busy getting ready for her date. Juno sulked in her bedroom. She had never felt more alone, more unwanted. Lizzy was someone’s Valentine. Even her mother was someone’s Valentine. Juno had no one. Maybe Lizzy was right. Maybe she was going to die an old maid.
The doorbell rang.
“Juno, will you get the door,” her mother shouted from her bedroom.
The last thing Juno wanted to do was see her mother’s date. And not just a sex date. Her mother had said it was a romantic date.
“Ma, can’t you get it?” Juno shouted back.
“Honey, I can’t. Please get the door.”
Juno trudged down the stairs wearing a gray sweatshirt with the sleeves pushed up to her elbows, black sweatpants, and white socks on her shoeless feet. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and her only make-up was what she had put on for school that morning. Juno swung the front door open.
She gasped.
“Mr. Wilson!”
After longing to see Mr. Wilson and believing she would never see him again, Juno’s face broke into a huge smile. But when her brain registered the red roses he was holding, her face turned sullen and she felt nauseous. Jealously raged within her, and at that moment she hated Mr. Wilson. And she hated her mother. How could they betray her? That shock paralyzed her, both her body and voice, so she just stood there, speechless, her eyes fixated on the red roses.
And then everything started to spin. Juno felt dizzy, lightheaded. She swayed side to side as the spinning around her went faster. Her eyes rolled up and her knees buckled. And then her body was falling into the blackness.
She was grabbed as everything went black.
Juno’s eyes fluttered open. She squeezed them and opened them again.
Her mother’s face hovered above hers like an angel looking down from heaven. Her mother patted Juno’s face with a cool, wet washcloth, dabbing her forehead and cheeks. Juno lay there staring up at the angel.
“Juno, are you all right?” her mother asked in a panicked voice.
Juno calmly glanced around. She was in her living room stretched out on the couch with her head on one of the throw pillows. Her mother’s cheeks were wet. From the washcloth? No, tears. Why was she crying? Juno turned her head to see more. Mr. Wilson stood to the side clutching the long-stemmed red roses in both hands. He looked terrified. Juno’s mouth was dry. She licked her lips and swallowed.
“Wh-What happened?” Juno asked.
“You fainted,” her mother said.
The doorbell rang.
Her mother’s eyes shot toward the front door. “Damn, that’s my date.” She turned to Mr. Wilson. “Dennis, please get the door and let him in.”
Mr. Wilson left the living room. Juno twisted to watch him leave and then turned back to her mother.
“What date?” a perplexed Juno asked.
“I told you I was going out. He’s here. Shit, I’m not ready.”
“What about Mr. Wilson?”
“Didn’t he tell you?”
“Tell me what? I answered the door and...” Juno’s eyes darted right and left. “I’m now here.”
“Can you sit up?”
“I-I think so.”
Juno pushed herself up and swung her legs so that her feet were on the floor. Mr. Wilson reentered the living room with an older man Juno had never seen. The two men stood staring at Juno and her mother.
“Frank, my daughter had an accident,” Juno’s mother said to the older man. “I think we better call tonight off.”
“No! No!” Juno shouted. “I’m fine.”
“But, honey.”
“But nothing. This is your night. I’m not going to ruin it. But what about Mr. Wilson? Are you going out with both of them?”
Her mother turned to Mr. Wilson. “Dennis?” she asked in a pleading voice.
Mr. Wilson walked up to where Juno was sitting and held out the roses.
“These are for you,” Mr. Wilson said. “Sorry, some are a little crushed, but I had to catch you when you fell.”
“For me?” Juno stared at Mr. Wilson and then her eyes returned to her mother.
Her mother stood up and patted Mr. Wilson on the shoulder. “Dennis, I leave my daughter in your hands.” Then she walked to the older man. “Frank, do you mind waiting in the kitchen? I’ll be ready in a jiffy.”
Juno’s eyes followed the two leaving the living room, the man named Frank walking uncertainly toward the kitchen while her mother rushed to the stairs. Then she turned back to look at Mr. Wilson. He was still holding the roses, but no longer holding them out.
“Those are for me?” Juno asked.
“Yes,” Mr. Wilson said, thrusting the long-stemmed roses toward her.
Juno took the roses, held them under her nose, and sniffed. “What are you doing here? Why are you giving me roses?”
“Juno, I should have called you, but I didn’t want to ask you out on the phone. I wanted to look into your eyes when—”
“Ask me out?!” Juno shouted.
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