Her Mother's Secret
Chapter 6
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 6 - 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
Many weeks passed since Juno had suggested to her mother that Mr. Wilson teach her how to make love. In Juno’s mind, it was more told than suggested, but she and her mother had argued endlessly until she wore her mother down. Now that her mother had reluctantly relented, it still was not a done deal. Mr. Wilson had to agree. When her mother had presented the idea to him, he thought it was insane and emphatically said, “No way!” A new round of arguments ensued. This time not only between Juno and her mother, but her mother and Mr. Wilson. To complicate matters, summer was over and school had started. That changed the dynamics of his relationship with Juno. She wasn’t in his class, but he was a teacher in her school. It took a long time for Mr. Wilson to surrender.
Once it had been agreed, the question of where needed to be determined. Juno wanted it to be in her own bed, but her mother would have none of that. She said it couldn’t happen in the same house she and Mr. Wilson had sex. What really bothered her mother was that she would be in the house when they were having sex. Her mother had been adamant about it, saying it was creepy for Mr. Wilson to have sex with both her and Juno, and doing it in the same house made it creepier. Every time that came up, her mother changed her mind about going through with it, but Juno’s arguments kept making Mr. Wilson the best option. So when Mr. Wilson offered his house, they agreed. Not wholeheartedly, though. Her mother hadn’t brought up that she and Mr. Wilson had had sex in his house as well. And, to make matters worse, Juno would be having sex in the same bed. And Juno had her own reservations. The thought of going to Mr. Wilson’s house scared her. She would be in a strange house with someone she hardly knew. But what choice did she have? What choice did either of them have?
And then, after all the arguing and uncertainty, tonight was the night.
Juno and her mother ate dinner with almost no talking. Every time Juno glanced at her mother, her mother’s eyes darted away. And Juno noticed her mother left over more food than she ate.
“I’ll help you clean up,” Juno said when she realized her mother wasn’t going to eat any more.
“No, you get ready. I’ll do it.”
“Ma, I’ll—”
“Just get ready!” Her mother’s snapping took both by surprise. In a softer voice, she said, “Look, he’ll be here soon. You want to be ready. Oh, and I’ll be in my room when he gets here. Don’t bother me. Just go with him.”
Juno ran a bath and, while soaking in it, her stomach churned from nervousness. This was so strange. What was she supposed to do? How was she supposed to act? It wasn’t like going on a date where the touching and maybe more was spontaneous. How old was Mr. Wilson anyway? What if he thought of her as a kid? A warm bath should have been soothing, relaxing. This one was just the opposite. Thoughts about why she was even soaking in the bath water troubled her. She was cleaning her body for Mr. Wilson to see and touch and— Oh god, could she go through with it?
After the bath, Juno rummaged through her underwear drawer. What should she wear? She didn’t have any sexy underwear. Oh god, what was she thinking? She was thinking about the underwear Mr. Wilson would see her in and wondered what he would think of her. Her mind automatically drifted to when she had been in his class and he graded her work. Will he grade her underwear? Not being able to make up her mind, Juno sat on the side of the bed, nude with her elbows on her knees and her face buried in her hands. What had she gotten herself into?
Juno jumped up and rushed to her still open underwear drawer. She had to be ready when Mr. Wilson arrived. She selected a matching black bra and panties. Not sexy, but not too bad. When she pulled the panties on and adjusted the crotch, she instinctively slipped two fingers underneath it to feel her pubes and labia. She had shaved them in the bath. The one time she had done that for Davy the night she had decided to go all the way, it had been exciting. Now, doing it for Mr. Wilson, it was different. Mr. Wilson wasn’t her boyfriend. She wasn’t giving him a present. Why was it so important to her what he thought of her?
But it was.
Juno decided to wear a blouse that buttoned down the front and a skirt. Unlike when she had gone out with Davy, there was no need to explain the skirt to her mother. When she finished the final touches of the little make-up she put on, she paced in her bedroom until the doorbell rang. The sound was like a switch that stopped her breathing. And her legs from moving. She stood paralyzed in her bedroom until it rang a second time. That was like another switch which set her body in motion. She flew down the stairs to the front door, swung it open, and panted from the run as well as the trepidation of what was about to happen. The mysterious unknown.
The warm smile on Mr. Wilson’s face calmed Juno down a little. “You look pretty,” he said.
“Thank you. You do, too.”
Juno’s face burned a bright red. She wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Why the hell had she said that? But it almost got worse. When Mr. Wilson held out his hand, Juno clasped it for a handshake, but before she did anything stupid, she felt the tug. Once again, she was mortified. He didn’t want to shake her hand. How stupid of her. That mistake would have been even more embarrassing than telling him he looked pretty. The night was going from bad to worse very quickly. It was going to be a disaster.
Juno wanted to wrench her hand free and run back into the house and bury herself under the safety of the blanket on her bed, but she let him lead her to his car where he opened the door for her. No one had ever done that before and her heart fluttered. She sat in the car, careful to hold her skirt down. Mr. Wilson closed the door and walked around the front to the driver’s side. Juno watched him through the windshield. He was pretty. Well, handsome anyway.
During the drive, Juno sat rigid in the car seat with her knees pressed together and her hands clasped in her lap, staring straight ahead out the windshield. Mr. Wilson kept talking to her, but her mind was in turmoil and she often had to say, “Huh?” for him to repeat the question she hadn’t heard. Those were the only times she looked at him. A quick glance when she said, “Huh?” and then her eyes darted back to the front. She felt like— Juno didn’t know what she felt like. She was trying to think of a way out. Right then, the last place she wanted to be was in Mr. Wilson’s car. But all of a sudden, the car pulled into a driveway and he turned off the engine.
“We’re here,” Mr. Wilson said.
Maybe the car wasn’t the last place she wanted to be. She stared at his house. A teacher’s house. Where she’d be alone with a grown man. Her teacher from last year. Juno couldn’t move. Her heart thumped in her chest.
The passenger door opened. Juno flinched. She hadn’t even noticed Mr. Wilson getting out of the car. Or seen him through the windshield. Had he walked around the back of the car? Or was her mind not working? In either case, he was standing next to the open door with his hand out.
Juno took Mr. Wilson’s offered hand and swung her legs out of the car so that she was facing him. She had done it without thinking and she noticed her skirt had ridden up to expose more than half her thighs. She snapped her knees together and looked up at Mr. Wilson. He was smiling at her. Had his eyes darted from her legs to her face? She didn’t know. Juno had never felt so confused, so uncertain. Every fiber in her body told her to run.
“This is my house,” Mr. Wilson said and tugged gently on her hand.
Juno realized she had been paralyzed. What did Mr. Wilson think of that? She shot out of the car as if she were on a tight spring and slammed into Mr. Wilson. He grunted and moved one foot back to keep his balance.
Juno jumped back. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why that happened.”
Mr. Wilson gave her his warm smile. “Juno, are you nervous?”
She lowered her head and nodded.
Mr. Wilson placed two fingertips underneath her chin and lifted her head. She was immediately lost in his warm, brown eyes. “We won’t do anything you don’t want to. I promise. We don’t have to do anything at all if you don’t want to.”
“Oh no, I want to!”
“Then let’s go into my house.”
Mr. Wilson released Juno’s hand and kicked the car door closed.
BANG!
Juno jumped.
He then walked toward the front door while reaching into his pants pocket. Juno lagged a full four paces behind. When he reached the door, his key was in his hand. Mr. Wilson opened the door and stepped inside, flicking on the light. Juno leaned into the house and then followed him inside, looking around. It looked like a normal house. Juno stood in the foyer while Mr. Wilson rushed from room to room, turning on the lights. Soon it didn’t look so ominous.
“Would you like something to drink?” Mr. Wilson asked.
“What?”
“Do you want a drink? Water? I have Diet Coke?”
“Um, no.”
“Come with me.”
Juno’s breathing stopped. “Where?” she asked anxiously even though she knew why she was there.
“The living room. Let’s talk.”
“You wanna talk in the living room?”
Nothing was going as expected. Juno had thought they’d go right to the bedroom and he would teach her how to have sex. He wanted to talk? About what?
“Just come sit with me,” Mr. Wilson said.
He led her into the living room. She looked around. There was a couch and two big cushy chairs. She sat in one of the chairs. Mr. Wilson sat on the end of the couch nearest the chair Juno had chosen. Juno grabbed the sides of her skirt in both fists and squeezed.
“What are you going to do when you graduate?” Mr. Wilson asked.
“Huh? Graduate? You mean school?”
“Yes.”
“Maybe college. Maybe not. I don’t know. Why do you want to know?”
“Just curious. I’d like to know you better.”
“Why?”
Mr. Wilson placed his forearms on his knees as he leaned closer to Juno. “Because we are going to be intimate soon. I don’t want to do that with someone who’s an object. I want to do it with a person.”
“I’m a person.”
“I know you are. And a very lovely one. But I want to know that person.”
“I thought you were just going to, you know, teach me how to have sex.”
Mr. Wilson leaned back on the couch. “Juno, I don’t have a white board in my house like I do in my classroom, but I can get a notepad and pencil and draw the parts of the girl’s and the boy’s body and tell you what each part is for. Or we could even strip naked and I could point to the parts on our bodies. If I do that, you’ll learn the basics of sex. The mechanics. But I don’t think that’s what you want to learn. Your mother said you saw us having sex and you heard the noises of pleasure we made. You want to know why we were making those noises. What we were feeling. That’s what I want to teach you.”
“But why do we have to talk first?”
“Do you think your mother and I jumped into bed before we got to know each other? If you do, you don’t think much of your mother ... or me, for that matter. We bumped into each other and I asked her if she’d have a coffee with me. At the time, all I wanted to do was talk about you.”
“Me?”
“Sure. You were one of my favorite students so I wanted to know how you were doing. We talked a lot about you, but then we talked about your mother and me. We got to know each other and we liked each other. Only then, after meeting and talking many times, did we go to bed. It wasn’t a boyfriend/girlfriend thing. We were just attracted to each other and it was just sex.”
“Oh.”
“So I feel the same way about us.”
“You want to go on dates with me first?” Juno asked, incredulously.
Mr. Wilson smiled. “Actually, that would be the ideal way to do this. But we have constraints. Your mother made it very clear what my role was.”
“Oh.” Juno lowered her eyes, but they shot back up. “I was one of your favorite students?”
“Yes, didn’t you know that?”
“No, how would I?”
“I was one of your favorite teachers, wasn’t I?”
“You were my favorite!”
Juno blushed and covered her face.
“I knew that,” Mr. Wilson said.
“Juno’s hands slid down her face. She stared at Mr. Wilson. “How did you know?”
“I could tell when a girl has a crush on me.”
Juno turned even redder. “Oh, my god! You knew!”
“I guessed. I saw the way you looked at me. I saw the way you reacted when I was close to you. Your breathing changed. If I placed my hand on your shoulder or arm, you shuddered.”
Juno covered her face with her hands again. “You saw that? Oh, my god. What did you think of me?”
The room was filled with silence and nothing was said. It was unbearable for Juno who finally uncovered her face.
“I thought you were sweet,” Mr. Wilson said. “You know, I’m not that much older than you. Sometimes when I was close to you it affected me, too.”
“What do you mean?”
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