Her Mother's Secret
Chapter 9
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 9 - 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 was floating on air. Her feet barely touched the ground as she danced up the path from Mr. Wilson’s car to the front door of her house. The sex with Mr. Wilson that morning had been awesome. The whole weekend had been awesome. Even though she had showered at his house, she swore she could still smell his manly scent on her. It was like a dream she never wanted to awake from. The euphoric girl sailed into the house and, with an exotic dancer’s hip bump, closed the front door.
The slamming door startled her mother who was in the kitchen reaching for an upper cabinet. Her mother dropped her arm and spun around. Mother and daughter stood stock-still, awkwardly staring at one another with the same thing on their minds. That brought Juno out of her dreamlike state and back to reality.
Breaking the uncomfortable silence, her mother asked, “Do you have homework?”
A stunned and embarrassed Juno said, “Mr. Wilson didn’t give me homework.”
Her mother blushed. “I, uh, I meant school. You have school tomorrow.”
Juno turned redder than her mother. “No homework. Call me when dinner is ready.”
Juno bolted to the stairs and flew up them two at a time. She rushed into her bedroom and dived onto the bed, bouncing once before settling on her back. Covering her face with both hands, she thought, I can’t believe I said that. Homework! What’s she gonna think? Oh, god, what if she tells Mr. Wilson I said that. I’ll just die.
Feeling comfortable being alone in her own bedroom, on her own bed, Juno dropped her arms to her sides, but she was keyed up. Thoughts flooded her mind as she stared at the ceiling. The last two days were unbelievable. She had sex. Real sex. Too bad she couldn’t tell Lizzy. Yet another secret between them. But her best friend was soon forgotten. Juno thought back to all the new experiences she had, the feelings, the powerful orgasms. She never knew it could be like that and couldn’t wait for her date with Davy on Saturday. If it was that good with Mr. Wilson, imagine how great it would be with Davy. Someone she loved.
Juno hadn’t seen Davy for such a long time, so long that she had feared he would stop calling. He kept asking her out, but she kept brushing him off. She blamed school sometimes, claiming her senior year was hard, but mostly she had told him her mother was being a bitch and wouldn’t allow her to go out. After all the times Juno had complained about her mother, Davy accepted that lie without question.
She and Davy had sort of have one date. It was Lizzy’s eighteenth birthday party. But other than sneaking off into a vacant bathroom for some French kissing until someone with a full bladder pounded on the door, they hadn’t done anything else at the party. They hadn’t gone parking afterward either. Davy had wanted to, but Juno put him off claiming it was late and she had a headache. She hadn’t wanted to go parking with Davy until she was sexually prepared. The problem had been that it took such a long time to convince her mother to arrange her “sex education,” and then for Mr. Wilson to agree.
So when Davy once again had called this past week to ask her out, to his joy she said yes because she knew she was going to be taught about sex by Mr. Wilson this weekend. She had thought that if things didn’t go as planned with Mr. Wilson she could always cancel the date. But this weekend was everything she had hoped it would be and she believed she now had the sexual experience needed. So she and Davy were going out on Saturday night. But that was a whole week away.
Juno’s thoughts drifted from Davy to Mr. Wilson. He had treated her like a grown-up. No one ever did that. Surely not her mother. Not the teachers in school. Yet Mr. Wilson was a teacher at her school. She swooned over him now even more than when he had been her teacher. She released a long sigh. Mr. Wilson was so handsome. And she had seen him naked. Seen his dick. Touched his dick. Jerked him off. Maybe not all the way, but she got him hard and he would have climaxed if he had allowed her to continue. Juno gasped at another thought. He had seen her naked. All of her. Close up. And he touched her all over with his hands and fingers. Juno gasped again. Even with his tongue. How could she ever face him again? She was bound to run into him in school. In the halls. In the auditorium. He knew what she looked like naked. He saw her have an orgasm. Hell, he gave her orgasms. And he fucked her.
Juno reached underneath her skirt and pushed the crotch of her panties to the side. She felt around the area and tentatively dipped a finger inside. She was no longer a virgin. Another secret she would have to keep from Lizzy. In movies, when a girl was fucked for the first time, she always claimed that she was now a woman. Juno didn’t feel different that way. But she was different. She knew how great sex was.
Oh, Davy, just wait until Saturday, she thought with her eyes closed and an ear-to-ear grin plastered on her face.
When Juno went downstairs to dinner, her mother’s eyes bored into her as she entered the kitchen and sat down. As her mother studied her, Juno wondered what she was thinking. Was she wondering how far she and Mr. Wilson had gone? Her mother had sex with him multiple times. Was she wondering if it had been the same for Juno as it had been for her? Did she wonder if Mr. Wilson had done the same things to her daughter as he had done to her? And then Juno wondered if Mr. Wilson had done things with her mother that he hadn’t done with her. One thing was for certain, Juno had seen her mother give Mr. Wilson a blowjob. Why hadn’t she done that? Her mother had done something with Mr. Wilson that she hadn’t. A bit of jealousy swept through her.
The two ate mostly in silence. When her mother spoke, it was usually about school. The subject of sex never came up. The subject of Davy never came up. And, of course, the subject of Mr. Wilson never came up. Juno’s answers to her mother’s questions were terse. And each time Juno glanced at her mother, she caught her eyeing her. Studying her. Looking into her soul. Maybe reading her mind. Her mother always seemed to be able to do that and it made Juno squirm in her chair.
Juno was relieved when dinner ended and she returned to the sanctuary of her bedroom. She wanted to call Lizzy, but was afraid to talk to her best friend. The two always knew what the other was thinking. And she couldn’t call Davy. It was as if she had cheated on him over the weekend. She had done it for Davy, so that they could have great sex together, but the guilt nagged her.
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