Love for my mom

“The reason your father and I got divorced was because he used to hit me. He only did so twice, but the third time he ever did was the last time he ever did. I swore then that I would never ever again let another man do that to me. And up until a few nights ago, no one ever has. In case you hadn’t noticed yet…I’m no longer dating Jerry.”

I never had liked Jerry, though I’d only seen him a couple of times over the past few months. He’d occasionally come by the house, pick mom up for an evening out, and then leave with her. I’d caught him checking me out on more than one occasion, and not in a friendly way either. He’d given me the creeps. I figured mom had been sleeping with him though she’d never come out and told me she had been of course, something she never did.

“Well, just so you know…a few nights ago, we got into a fight, mainly because I refused to spend the entire night with him. He’d been drinking, though we both had, and whatever it was that set him off, well…he slapped me. Needless to say, that was it between us. And as I have always done, I immediately told Stella what had happened. Throughout all the years she’s always been there for me, and I’ve always been there for her too.”

Once again I started to say something, but mom’s look kept me from doing that.

“I’m getting there,” she stopped, looking at me, so I closed my mouth again. “Long ago when I was still living with mom and dad, as was your aunt while I was going to school in order to get my degree, long before I eventually met and married your father. Stella and I still shared a room of course, even though by then we were both adults, neither one of us able to afford moving out onto our own yet. But that was fine at the time, we’d always been close, always gotten along well with one another. And it was because of that perhaps,

that we’d found ourselves getting closer in other ways too. Your aunt was the one who taught me all about masturbation early on, not only telling me about it Rose, but eventually showing me. And then in time, the two of us masturbating in front of one another. Quite naturally that turned into the two of us doing one another, and eventually…more than that.”

Mom took a deep breath, her voice nervous and quivering. I could see that this was hard for her in trying to tell me, though I still hadn’t as yet grasped the why of it all.

“That’s basically how it all began. Very often after coming home from a date with some guy, I’d be aroused, horny and excited, though I’d made a promise to myself to keep my virginity intact until the right man came along. It wasn’t easy, and I was very often as frustrated and horny as the poor guys were that I wouldn’t allow doing more than perhaps feel my tits up a little. It was a different time back then.

Girls didn’t put out beyond maybe giving their boyfriends a hand job or something, if even that. But it didn’t change the fact, I’d very often come home from a date in need of some relief myself. And the same was going on with your Aunt too.

Yes, she was seeing and dating guys then, not quite ready to face, or accept the fact she was more attracted to women back then. Again…a sign of the time perhaps. But what that did do…was bring the two of us even closer intimately. We used one another to satisfy those desires, take the edge off so to speak…and keep one another in check from just giving it away to some guy, simply because we were both horny.”

All this was interesting of course, but I still didn’t understand why…after all this time, the two of them were on the couch again, but I held myself in check now from asking anything, letting her continue without any interruptions from me.