Her Mother's Secret
Chapter 3
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 3 - 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
Juno’s mother was leaning against the kitchen counter with arms crossed. For the last minute or two, she had been glowering at her daughter eating breakfast. The rage grew inside her until she finally lifted her foot and stomped it hard.
“Enough already!” her mother shouted.
Juno jumped at what sounded like a cannon in the silent room. She looked at her mother for an instant, but her eyes immediately retreated to her plate.
“You don’t talk to me anymore,” her mother said more in a pleading voice than an angry one. “You, you— It’s like I don’t exist. You deserved the grounding. I would do it again. Stop acting like a child and talk to me.”
A week had passed since Juno discovered her mother having sex with her last year’s Math teacher. That horrible sight had made Juno uncomfortable being in the same room with her. Even the same house. As soon as her grounding had ended, Juno found every opportunity to be somewhere else. But, unavoidably, there were times they were together. Like now.
Without looking up from her plate of scrambled eggs, Juno said, “I have nothing to talk about.”
“We used to talk. Now you shut me out of your life. What did I do that was so bad?”
Juno’s head shot up and she scowled at her mother, but she held her hurtful words back behind clenched teeth and returned to staring at her plate. She couldn’t tell her mother that she had seen her having sex with Mr. Wilson. Not that she didn’t want to. What her mother had done was reprehensible. So Juno’s rage had built up day after day until she couldn’t stand to look at her mother. Her mother had cheated on her father. And her mother was a hypocrite. Why had Juno allowed her mother to convince her that it was wrong to even kiss a boy? Juno couldn’t wait for her date tonight with Davy. No longer was she going to listen to the bullshit spewed by her hypocritical mother.
“Well?” her mother asked, tapping the toe of her slipper on the floor.
Juno shuffled the remaining eggs on her plate around with her fork. “I have a lot on my mind.”
“That’s no answer.”
Juno’s head shot up and she glared at her mother with a defiance she had never known. One that her mother had never seen. “That’s all the answer you’re going to get. That’s how I feel.”
She jumped from the chair, ran to her bedroom, and slammed the door. Anticipating a fight, she waited for her mother to scream at her for not clearing her dishes. And, of course, for slamming the door. With fingers curled in tight fists, jaw clenched, and heart pounding so hard she thought it would burst, a trembling Juno stood in the middle of her bedroom staring at the doorknob. Daring it to turn. Waiting for her mother to appear. That might have been the fuse to unleash the torrent of words Juno had been holding back. But it never happened. She was left alone in her bedroom, seething with no release.
When Juno cooled off, she plopped down on the side of the bed and cupped her face in her hands. What was she going to do? Lizzy had also mentioned that she was different lately, but Juno couldn’t even tell her best friend what she had seen. Not being able to let out her feelings was building up in her. She was afraid she was going to explode.
Juno had never been close to her father. He was hardly ever home and, when he was, he didn’t spend time with her. She thought about it and realized she had never had a father/daughter relationship with him like her friends had with their fathers. Or any relationship for that matter. He was almost a stranger to her. But her mother was different. Growing up, her mother was her best friend. They’d laugh together, do schoolwork together, do everything together. Until Juno reached puberty. Then her mother changed. She became critical of things Juno did and was always lecturing her. And when Juno started dating, it got worse. That drove them apart. But nothing like the past week. Juno couldn’t stomach her mother now.
Juno moped in her bedroom. Davy worked during the day on Saturdays and Lizzy was off somewhere with her family. Juno didn’t want to see any of her other friends. Lately, sometimes she didn’t even want to see Lizzy. She hated keeping secrets from her best friend, but she couldn’t tell what she had seen. So having the awful secret sometimes made being with Lizzy unbearable.
Knock. Knock.
Juno jumped when she heard the tapping on her bedroom door.
“What?” an irritated Juno asked.
“It’s lunchtime,” her mother said from behind the door.
Juno checked the time. Holy shit! It was already time for lunch.
“I’m not hungry.”
“You have to eat.”
Juno’s growling stomach took her mother’s side. She hated that her mother was right. “Okay, be right down.”
When Juno entered the kitchen, she was itching for a fight. And then she saw her mother preparing lunch, not even having asked Juno what she wanted. That was it! Juno would show her. But when Juno saw the cheese crisp, her rebellion was smothered like a blanket thrown over a flame. She loved cheese crisps. Derailed, she dropped into her seat and waited for her mother to serve her.
They ate in silence until her mother asked, “Where are you going with Davy?”
“A movie,” Juno said without looking up.
“And then?”
And then I’m going to fuck him like you fucked Mr. Wilson! That’s what Juno wanted to shout out. But she held it back.
“Just hang out,” Juno said.
“I hope you learned your lesson about how a girl should behave.”
Juno dropped her hands to her lap and clenched them into fists under the table. She wanted to scream. Her fists tightened as she thought, You sure did teach me how a girl should behave. You fucking hypocrite. But she bit her tongue.
“Well?” her mother asked in that tone Juno hated.
“I did. You taught me good.”
After lunch, Juno snuck out of the house without a word. She knew her mother would hate that, always wanting to know where she was going and who she was with. But Juno didn’t know where she was going, and she wasn’t going to be with anyone. She just needed to get away from her mother. She couldn’t risk getting into a fight and not be allowed to go on her date, but she couldn’t spend another minute in the same house as her mother.
Juno wandered aimlessly until ending up in a park. She strolled to a bench by the playground and sat on the end that was shaded by a big tree. Her thoughts drifted from her mother to the children playing and screaming. Planting her elbows on her knees, Juno leaned forward and cupped her chin in her hands. Life had been so much simpler when she was younger.
Thump.
Juno sat up straight and her head spun at the sound. A young woman with her brown hair pulled back into a ponytail had dropped a large diaper bag on the bench. She plopped down between the bag and Juno.
“Mind if I share some of your shade?” the woman asked.
“No, of course not,” Juno said as she automatically scooted toward the very edge of the bench when the woman’s hip bumped hers.
The woman stared at Juno, then scanned the children playing, and then she turned back to Juno. “Don’t tell me one of these rug rats is yours.”
“Oh, my god, no!”
The woman burst out laughing. “Yeah, I feel like that sometimes. Take it from me, have some fun before a kid ties you down.”
Juno studied the woman. She couldn’t have been much older than her. “One of them is yours?”
“Two.”
“What!”
The woman laughed again. Even more heartily. “Yeah, I get that a lot. But it’s not that I can’t keep my legs closed. I hit the twins lottery. The two boys dressed the same in the sandbox are mine.”
A few minutes of silence followed as the two watched the twins play, and then the woman said, “Penny for your thoughts.”
Juno turned to the woman. “Huh?”
“You don’t have kids here. What were you thinking about watching mine?”
“Oh, I wasn’t— I was, um, I, um— I was thinking of my mother.”
The woman chuckled. “Don’t tell me she wants to be a grandmother.”
“No! Just the opposite.”
“Aha, so it’s about boys. It’s always about boys with our mothers.”
That wasn’t at all what Juno had been thinking about. She was still bewildered about her mother cheating on her father. And angry. She couldn’t even talk to Lizzy about it. No way was she going to tell this stranger.
“I gotta go,” Juno said as she jumped up. “Nice talking to you.”
Before the woman could reply, Juno dashed off. When she got home, she snuck into the house and tiptoed to her bedroom without confronting her mother, but fretted that she hadn’t gotten away with it. She waited with a knot in her stomach, but her mother didn’t knock on her door or call her. Had she gotten away with it?
After showering for her date, Juno sat on the edge of the bathtub with her back against the tiled wall and shaved her legs. Her mother had taught her to do that when she reached puberty. But it wasn’t until Juno had seen the other girls in the school shower that she discovered they also shaved their pubic areas. The sight of her mother’s spread legs with Mr. Wilson’s cock inside her hairy pussy told Juno all she needed to know as to why her mother had only mentioned her legs.
Juno squeezed out some shaving gel and, starting at her belly button, lathered her pubic area and labia, feeling the prickly stubbles. Shame suddenly filled her. Not for shaving her privates, she did that every few days when she shaved her legs, but because of the reason she wanted to do it today. She wanted it smooth to the touch because she hoped Davy would touch it. Or maybe even see it. Tonight was the start of a new life for Juno. She was going to ignore her mother’s hypocritical teachings.
With her legs spread, Juno doubled over and watched each razor stroke leave her skin bare. The pubic area was quick, easier to do than her legs, but she was more cautious shaving the labia. She had to stretch the skin and make sure not to nick the inner lips. And the crease where it met her thigh was always tricky. To shave the hard to reach part that was lower, she had to place a foot on the edge of the bathtub and bend over further. Once done, she rinsed the area and brushed her fingertips over the smooth skin. A moment of excitement passed through her body. Would Davy’s touch feel different than her own? And then she frowned. Did she have the nerve to actually go through with it?
After she was dried off, Juno put on a clean bra and pair of panties and then a pink tank top and black skirt. She stared at herself in the mirror, twirling right and left, watching the flared skirt flap around her smooth legs, wishing it was shorter. The skirt would give Davy easy access to her privates.
Juno slapped her forehead with the palm of her hand. You dummy, I can’t wear a skirt. Mom would want to know why.
Juno replaced the skirt with a pair of black shorts. Now she looked like she always did when she went out with Davy. She again fretted over whether her mother knew she had left the house earlier without telling her and, when her mother called her to dinner, the knot formed in her belly again. Had she really gotten away with leaving the house earlier? Was her preparation for her date pointless? But when she sat at the table and her mother didn’t ask where she had gone earlier, Juno let out the air held in her lungs with a long sigh. The tension inside her was finally released.
Well, partly released. Juno still had to make it through dinner. But her mother seemed to have sensed her unwillingness to talk and they ate mostly in silence. Her mother didn’t even pester her about her date with Davy. The normal drilling didn’t occur. Juno was thankful for that. Her fuse was short and the last thing she wanted was to explode and not be able to go on her date. She made it through dinner without an argument and even helped clean up the dishes without being told.
Later, when Davy picked Juno up, the two smiled when she opened the door. But the changed look on his face caused her to twist around. Her mother was standing outside the living room with her arms crossed and feet shoulder width apart. No smile was on her face. More a scowl.
“Ma, we’re leaving,” Juno shouted with a wave and quickly went outside and closed the door.
“Your mother doesn’t like me,” Davy said.
“Forget her. She’s a bitch. Let’s go.”
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