Love for my mom

I made the best of it, and decided to go home. With luck, I might even catch mom and my aunt before they went out shopping together, thus tagging along with them, “sisters…and mom together again,” I thought laughing at the prospect. I even called, but mom had her cell turned off for some reason, so I only got her voicemail. I then tried my Aunt’s number with the same result. Close to home, I gave that idea up, especially when I saw my Aunt’s car still parked out front of the house, and mom’s too of course, so I knew they were still home.

The odd thing was, I had this weird feeling, perhaps a premonition, or maybe just this crazy wild urge or desire to catch them doing something, or talking about something they didn’t want me seeing or overhearing. Because of that, I parked my car in front of the neighbor’s house next to ours, and then headed up the driveway into the back door of the house from there. To this day, I don’t know why I did that, but it was again an action that dramatically changed my life.

I slipped in through the back door, down the hall towards the main sitting room. I could hear voices, or rather soft moans coming from that area. Almost on tippy-toe, I walked towards the room just easing around the corner standing there looking in. It wasn’t as though there was a lot going on, but enough. Enough to shock me anyway, even disillusion me to some extent, though later in my room I knew it was more jealousy than anything else. They were still dressed, mom and my aunt sitting side-by-side together there on the couch. But my aunt was sucking one of my mother’s breasts!

I figured that mom must have caught the movement of my entry out of the corner of her eye, though I turned almost immediately. So it was either the movement, or now the sound, as I no longer cared about not being discovered as I fled down the hallway, and then up the stairs to my bedroom, actually slamming the door. Like I said, I was more jealous than shocked really, of what I’d just witnessed, emotions flooding through me in every direction at once.

It wasn’t long before I heard a soft knock on my bedroom door, followed by the sound of my mother’s voice.

“Rose? Can I come in please? We need to talk.”

**

“Yeah, no shit!” I thought, but then answered. “The doors open.”

Mom entered my room, obviously dressed of course. She took a seat across from me where I remained sitting on the edge of my bed.

“Where’s Stella?” I asked, not even calling her Aunt, which was in a sense my way of voicing my displeasure, and shock…and everything else I was feeling by leaving that out.

“She went home, thinking it might be best to let you and I have a chance to talk about what you saw, what you think you saw.”

“What I think I saw?” I half shouted back. “Are you trying to tell me I didn’t see Aunt Stella sucking your tits?”

Mom’s face sunk just a little, I could see she was as hurt and confused and as embarrassed as I was by all this.

“No, she was…but you need to hear me out before you go jumping to all kinds of conclusions here Rose. It’s time that I did come clean with you about a few things, about your Aunt and I. But I’m going to ask you to listen to what I have to say before this goes any further. Will you do that for me please?” Mom’s voice had a soft, yet pleading tone to it. I knew she was serious, and yet anxious for me to listen. And to be honest, I was curious to hear more, find out why my aunt was doing that to her for one, and for another…why mom appeared to obviously be enjoying it.

“Go on,” I said in a softer tone of voice, waiting on her now.

She swallowed, folded her hands within her lap trying to relax. “You do know your aunt is and always has been a lesbian yes?”

I’d always known that my Aunt seemed to go in that direction, though I don’t think I’d ever heard the term come up actually labeling her as one. I had always figured she might be, though I also knew that mam and paps would have had a heart attack had they ever been told, or made aware of the fact that she was. Aunt Stella had never married of course, but she didn’t live with any women either. No doubt, she’d had plenty of girlfriends or partners, but again…she certainly didn’t flaunt doing that around any of the family either.

“What’s that got to do with you mother?” I said keeping things a bit more on the formal side here between us. “Are you trying to tell me something?” I added once again letting mom hear the edge in my tone of voice.

“Yes, I am…but not what you’re thinking,” she responded back, raising her own voice just a little. “Now if you’ll please give me the courtesy of not interrupting me again, I’ll explain it to you!”

I sat back on my bed, using my elbows as a rest, propping myself up, but I said nothing further, waiting for mom to somehow make sense out of all this for me.

She paused waiting on me, satisfied I was done talking, and then continued. “I need to go back a little, tell you a few things that at first might not make too much sense. But you need to hear all that, understand it, before I can even begin to explain what you saw the two of us doing,” she paused once again, though I kept my mouth shut, simply nodding my head. Curious now.