Her Mother's Secret
Chapter 5
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 5 - 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 next morning, Juno entered the kitchen in her pink pajamas and bare feet. Her tangled hair was uncombed and her eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep. She had never thought of her mother the way she had seen her last night. Those disturbing images had kept her up most of the night.
Her mother, deep in thought, was about to pick up a cup of coffee when Juno padded in. Her head shot up and her eyes widened. The cup rattled in the saucer as her hand flew to her open mouth.
“What are you doing here?!” her startled mother shouted. “Why are you in your pajamas? When did you get home?”
“I was here all night.”
“What! Didn’t you sleep over at Lizzy’s? When did you get home?”
“No, I didn’t stay at Lizzy’s.”
Panic filled her mother’s face. “Why didn’t you sleep at Lizzy’s?”
“Because I didn’t stay there at all. I came home early.”
“Oh, my god!” Her mother slapped her hands over her face, groaned, and then clutched her hands under her chin like she was praying. “Where was I?”
“Oh, my dear mother, don’t you remember where you were last night?” The sarcasm was thick. “In your bedroom, that’s where.”
Juno’s mother’s face paled. She stared at her daughter with the proverbial deer in the headlights face. Confusion. Panic. Fear. Her throat constricted preventing words from coming out, not that she knew what to say.
“That’s right,” Juno said, “in your bedroom with Mr. Wilson.”
Her mother’s jaw dropped. Then, in an instant, her mother’s expression changed to the one Juno had known her entire life. The one that said she was the mother and in charge.
“Look, young lady, I don’t know what you think you heard—”
“I saw you!” Juno hadn’t meant to shout it, but that’s how it came out. And then, in a normal voice, she said, “I peeked in your bedroom and saw you and him.”
Her mother gawked at Juno in shock for a moment as that registered and then tears streamed down both cheeks. She buried her face in her hands and sobbed.
Juno stared at her mother. Her intention hadn’t been to make her cry. She loved her mother. Juno was upset with her for being a hypocrite, for lying to her about boys and sex. She hadn’t even planned on telling her mother that she saw them. She had only wanted to learn, to see what sex was about. What she had seen and heard were nothing like what she had experienced in the back seat of Davy’s car. She and Davy must have been doing something wrong or, worse, maybe there was something wrong with her. Her goal had simply been to learn more. But, without thinking, probably to prove that she was right, Juno had blurted out that she had seen her mother and Mr. Wilson.
Juno ran up to her mother in her bare feet and wrapped her arms around her from behind. She felt her mother’s body heave with each heavy sob. She felt awful.
“Ma, don’t cry. I won’t tell.”
Her mother wrenched Juno’s arms off her and shoved her away. She stared up at her daughter with glassy eyes and wet cheeks.
“How could you? How could you spy on me like that?”
“I wasn’t spying.”
“No? What do you call it?”
A knot formed in Juno’s belly. She had spied. She had invaded her mother’s privacy.
“You don’t understand. The last time I slept over Lizzy’s I forgot my bag. I came home to get it and heard noises coming from your bedroom. I thought you were having a nightmare so I peeked. What I saw shocked me so I grabbed my bag and ran back to Lizzy’s. But I was confused, didn’t understand what was happening, so yesterday I decided to find out. I didn’t mean to spy, but I needed to know.”
“What did you need to know?”
“Why you told me that a girl shouldn’t do stuff with a boy when you do it. And...” Juno’s chin quivered and her eyes watered, “ ... and now I’m more confused than ever. I need to know ... to know ... I think there’s something wrong with me.”
Juno’s mother jumped to her feet and hugged her daughter to her body. “Oh, dear, why do you think there’s something wrong with you?”
“I-I can’t tell you.”
“You can tell me anything.”
“No I can’t. Not this.”
“Juno, let’s make a deal. No secrets. We can tell each other anything.”
Chewing her bottom lip, Juno stared at her mother. “Okay, but you go first.”
“Me? What about me?”
“Why did you always tell me not to kiss a boy or let him touch me even though you do it?”
“That’s different. I’m married and—”
“But you weren’t doing it with Daddy!”
“That sounds like two questions.”
“I don’t care what it sounds like. You lied to me all these years. And you’re a hypocrite. You told me not to do what you do. And now I think there’s something wrong with me.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“I watched you with Mr. Wilson. I heard what you said and the noises you made. You enjoyed it. I wish I could feel like that.”
“Juno, have you had sex?”
“No! Not really. I wanted to, but I didn’t like what little we did. I must be frigid. And it’s because you told me all those lies. Because you brainwashed me, I don’t think I can enjoy sex.”
Juno’s mother grabbed both of Juno’s hands. She guided her daughter to a chair and sat her down. Then she sat in the chair she had been sitting on, still clasping Juno’s hands.
“Juno, you’re right, it’s time to be honest with each other. You know I know you masturbate.”
Juno’s eyes and mouth opened wide. “Ma!”
“Don’t be shocked. We talked about that once. Remember, I wasn’t mad. All girls masturbate. All women too. I know I do.”
“What!”
“That’s right, I masturbate. And depending on my mood, sometimes a lot. So, when you masturbate, do you have an orgasm?”
“Ma, this is embarrassing.”
“Please tell me. Do you have an orgasm?”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
“You guess so? Don’t you know?”
“Okay, I have them.”
“Then you are not frigid.”
Juno’s eyes shot up.
“That’s right, honey,” her mother said, “you are not frigid. Why do you think you are?”
“Well, I never thought I was. When Davy held me and we kissed, I got all tingly. Sort of like when I, um, you know.”
“Masturbate.”
“Yeah. I always wanted him to do more, but never let him. Because you told me not to. I’d come home frustrated and that’s when I, um, masturbated the most.”
“So why do you think you’re frigid? That sounds like a healthy sex drive.”
“Because the last time I was with Davy I let him do more and I didn’t have those feelings. And it hurt. Like when he squeezed my boob. I didn’t have the feelings I expected so I thought there was something wrong with me.”
“Honey, I’m not prying, but tell me what you did in the car.”
Juno told her mother what she and Davy had done in the back seat of his car as best she could remember. Her mother listened patiently without interrupting or commenting. It felt good to get it off her chest. When she was done, her mother, who was still holding Juno’s hands, patted the back of one of them.
“Juno, I’m sorry your first experience was so bad. But you’re not frigid. It wasn’t your fault at all. It was Davy’s.”
“Davy’s? What did he do?”
“The point is, I don’t think he knew what he was doing. So it was his fault. I guess it’s also my fault.”
“Yours? Why?”
“You and Davy should have been learning about sex a little at a time. But because I told you not to do anything with a boy, you didn’t get to do that. And then you decided to go from nothing to everything all at once. All because of me. I was wrong, but if you give me a chance to explain, maybe you’ll understand why I did what I did. And maybe forgive me. Will you listen to me?”
Juno nodded.
With Juno’s hands clasped in her mother’s on top of their touching knees, they stared into one another’s eyes. Juno saw the discomfort on her mother’s face and almost told her to forget it, but just then her mother started talking.
“Juno, I was like most girls when I was in high school. My body was changing and my hormones were going crazy. I discovered boys and they got me excited. So I did what other girls did, things that I told you not to do. I let boys touch me and I touched them. And the more I did it, the more I wanted to do. Before I knew it, I was doing more than I ever thought I would. I was jerking boys off. I was giving them blowjobs.”
“Ma!”
“I’m sorry to be so graphic, but we said we’d be honest with each other. Yeah, I was giving blowjobs. And before I knew it, word got out with the boys that I put out.”
“And that’s what you were afraid would happen to me?” Juno asked. “You didn’t want me to get a reputation and be talked about in school?”
Juno’s talking brought her mother out of her memories and she stared at her daughter as if in a daze. Then she smiled and squeezed Juno’s hands.
“No,” her mother said. “For some reason, that didn’t bother me. Maybe because I was always horny and boys kept asking me out and I had a lot of sex which I loved. No, that isn’t why I was so hard on you. It has to do with your father.”
“Daddy?”
“Yes. I was at a party and met your dad. He had already graduated and was in college. Can you image how thrilling it was for me to be with a college boy? So when he took me to a bedroom I was all over him. We made out like crazy and I sucked him off. He took my number and we dated. All my friends were jealous that I was dating a college boy. It was the happiest time of my life at the time. And when he told me that he loved me, I believed him and he was the first boy I had intercourse with. Up until then, guys brought me off with their fingers or we humped with our clothes on until we both climaxed. Well, until the boy did. Sometimes he did before me and it ended. But that didn’t always do the trick, especially when I didn’t climax, so when I got home I masturbated thinking about some guy.”
Juno’s mother paused and then said, “Is that what you do? After your date you masturbate thinking about Davy?”
Juno’s eyes dropped. “I guess.”
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