Now am I Your Girlfriend? (a mother’s perspective)
Is it possible that my two children know more about love than me? How else do I explain what I’ve observed over the last couple of years. My son and daughter are roughly two years apart, growing up with a single mother, and outwardly, seem to be just normal young kids.
Well, normal, except that they never seem to fight over the dumb stuff that children often fight about, and the fact that they’re obviously in love with each other. But even “in love,” they never have arguments and seem to be respectful and kind to one another in ways that most lovers never seem to find. I know I never found that level of kindness and gentle caring in any of my relationships, let alone with my “ex.”
Both of my children benefit from the genes of their father; mildly “Mediterranean” in their skin and eye colors, and absolutely beautiful. My daughter is the younger of the two; twelve now, and just beginning to blossom as a young woman. My son is just slightly awkward at 14, between puberty and full-on adolescence, but still beautiful, with full lips and deep, dark eyes. I’m not sure how they came to be a seemingly perfect couple – I only found out quite by accident, and it only confirmed what over time became my slightly curious suspicions.
Since they were little children they have been inseparable. But it was in the last two years or so that I started to notice the subtle change. There were completely unselfconscious exchanges of intimacy between them that one might have missed without careful observation — a fleeting touch or gentle kiss — but nothing that ever seemed dangerous to either. The two children just seemed to be growing into a “couple,” sharing their down time, my son helping with homework, sharing chores — all with a gentleness and patience that one would expect from an old married couple.
I’ve never asked them what was going on between them. They seem to be happy children, doing well at school, but unlike many children their age, not very involved with others outside their relationship. They laugh often with each other, but are mostly quiet and, by outside appearances, content in their relationship. If I thought anything was amiss, I’d say something, but even the most intimate part of their relationship appears to be built on trust. It’s certainly built on romantic attraction.
I happened upon them while they were napping together — not unusual in itself…except that they were both naked. And they were “spooned,” with my son’s arm around his sister, his hand on her cunt. Both were sleeping soundly. Now I guess most parents would have started screaming at them, but, with a little thought, I chose another strategy.
I didn’t want them to be ashamed about their feelings and obvious comfort in each other — it certainly didn’t look like my son had forced anything on my daughter, and judging from their general behavior, I had no reason to suspect otherwise. So, while it was somewhat uncomfortable, I just observed for a moment, and left them to their sleep.
Later, when they awoke and came into the kitchen where I was distractingly concocting dinner, I watched their little touches, my son’s resting his head on her shoulder, and the sweet kiss my daughter placed on his forehead. For this I was going to scream? If I forced them into shame they would likely either grow to mistrust me, or worse, each other. While I didn’t want to do anything that would risk what they seemed to have found with each other, I did worry about unintended consequences; pregnancy among them. It was time for a talk with my daughter about birth control, but I wasn’t sure how to proceed.
My sense of urgency was spiked on another day soon after, when I happened upon the two of them in bed. They didn’t know I was home, and I silently went searching for them. They were in my daughter’s room, naked again, but this time with my daughter impaled on my son’s cock in her ass as she sat on top. They were just catching their breath and quietly speaking — clearly they had both just come. I think my jaw just about hit the floor, but I still wanted to observe a little more before deciding to run into the room screaming at them.
My daughter was smiling down and asked my son, “Now am I your girlfriend?”
Then I heard my son’s reply, and it left me breathless, “No my beautiful little sister. You’re not my girlfriend. You’re my wife, now and forever.”
I watched, breathless, as my daughter lay down over her brother, and sighed, “Yes.”
I backed away, shaken; not so much with horror, but with some fear about what I was witnessing. They looked so happy and peace with one another – I didn’t want to destroy what they had, but wasn’t sure if I could condone their behavior. All I did know was that birth control was now urgent.
A little later, my daughter came into the kitchen where I was once again attempting to cook while distracted by the memory of her with her brother’s cock in her ass. I pulled her into me, and kissed her hair and noticed the faint smell of cum and sex on her.
“What was that for?” she asked.
“Because you’re beautiful, and I love you,” I offered.
Then I said, “You’re becoming a woman now, and it’s time to start thinking about your future.”
Her eyes rolled and she burst into a big smile and said, “I already know my future.”
“What’s that?” I asked.
She mischievously smiled and said, “I can’t tell you. You’ll know when it’s time.”
“Can I share a secret with you?” I asked her.
She looked at me with a touch of suspicion before asking, “What sort of secret?”
Nervously, and so as not to scare or anger her, carefully considering my words, I replied, “You’re in love, and I’m so happy for you.”
She blinked a few times — clearly stricken, so I pulled her into me again, and held her.
“You don’t understand,” I told her. “You really do seem so content and happy.”
“I am, mommy,” she said, “but I’m also a little afraid.”
“Of what, baby?” I asked.
“Maybe I won’t be able to marry the boy I love,” she said.
“Because he’s your brother?” I asked.
She froze in my arms, and tensed up. The color dropped from her face.
“It’s OK, sweetheart,” I said, “I already know, and as I said, I’m happy for you. I’m surprised, a little, but I’ve watched you two, and you seem to belong…not together, but to each other. Do you understand?”
“There’s only one thing I ask,” I continued, “and that’s that we seriously consider getting you on some form of birth control. I know you haven’t had your period yet, but making love with your brother is bound to get you pregnant.”
She softened a little in my arms and said, “But mom, we’re careful.”
“How so?” I asked.
“Oh, mom, I don’t know if we should talk about this,” she said.
She tried to pull away from me, but I held on.
“Listen, baby,” I said, “trust that I will never, ever do anything to come between you and your brother. But if you truly love him, you need to listen.”
“But mom, we’re careful,” she repeated.
Again, I asked, “How so?”
“Mom…”
“How are you being careful?” I asked once again.
I got a little unusual petulance from her when she replied “Well, weren’t you watching us?”
Now it was time for me to freeze up a little.
Very carefully, I responded, “That’s not what I meant when I said I’ve watched you two.” “For something like three years you two have been sharing this secret.” “I could tell by the way you looked at each other.” “How you touched each other.” “And, yes, though you didn’t see me, I saw you an hour ago with him.” “And you know I didn’t try to stop you two.” “It looked to me like you were both so happy.” “And I heard you and your brother.” “I heard him tell you that he wanted you for his wife, ‘now and forever.'”
“But until you’re old enough to take on the responsibility of raising your own children, we absolutely have to find some form of birth control for you. I saw where you had him inside of you, but that’s only marginally safe.”
She slowly raised her eyes to meet mine.
“How do you mean?” she asked. “We’ve never tried to put it inside of me where babies could happen.”
“This is why he was…you know…in…you know…?” I asked.
“In my anus, mommy.” “At least, if we have to talk about this, let’s really talk,” she said.
“Was this your brother’s idea?” I asked.
“No, mom, I put him there…it seems it was months ago,” she replied. “I wanted him to be inside me there because he always made me feel so good there. I held him and put him there myself…I think he might have been scared the first time.”
Talk about a discussion you never expect to have with your daughter.
“Sweetheart,” I said, “unless you really feel the need to ‘tell me everything,’ I don’t need to know how you two make love. I’m not really even sure if I need to know ‘who started this’…except…he never forced anything on you, did he?”
“Mom, how could you think that?” she asked. “We’ve been ‘making love,’ as you called it, for a year or so, and we both wanted it…we both needed it.”
Again, I kissed her forehead and said, “Of course you did. You two are in love. I don’t want to come between you, hell, you both seem like the happiest couple I’ve ever seen. In some sense, I envy you. But I also need to protect you.”
“How?” She asked. “And why do we need to be protected?”
I was a bit stunned by her naiveté, and I was starting to think, who else knows about this?
“Baby,” I said, “who knows about the two of you, and your relationship? Look, right now, I’m a little bit stunned and I want to be very careful not to let you think that you have something terrible to hide. You don’t. And I’m not angry at either of you. However this has happened is no one’s business but yours and your brother’s.”
“Mom,” she said, “we don’t go around talking about us. We hardly even think about it all. We’re just…together, and it seems like it’s always been this way. Why would we talk about it? It’s too…special? Private?”
“Well,” I said, “that’s how it should be between a couple. I’m just a little surprised…even though I shouldn’t be, I guess. Your brother’s not one to…,” I caught myself before I could say anything that might make her afraid.
“‘Not one to’ what?” She asked.
I though carefully, this was delicate. “Not one to talk about who he’s sleeping with.”
“Mommy,” she said, “we don’t even talk about it…much. It’s just ‘us,’ and how we are together.”
Christ, my children are smarter about love than I ever was.
“You’ve never felt like you had questions about what you were doing?” I asked.
“Well, I did wish that I could ask you some things, but every time we’re together, everything just happens…and it just seems so perfect…so right. And it makes me feel so good…sometimes I feel like my whole body is exploding. I have, um, orgasms…a lot…that’s what they’re called, right?”
“Oh jeezus,” I thought. Very carefully I said, “Yes, baby, orgasms…that’s right.”
“Specially when he’s inside me…you know…in my anus…oh God, and when he comes inside me…,” she said. “But sometimes I have…you know, orgasm when I…I don’t know what it’s called…when I have his cock in my mouth and he comes there…” “And…and when he’s kissing me…you know, there…my, you know…my…my cunt.”
Whoah, my daughter’s referring to her “cunt,” and her brother’s “cock,” and telling me she’s eating his cum on top of it! Is this as innocent as I thought?
“Hold on, dear…please give me a minute…,” I said. “You know the words, “cunt” and “cock,” but I thought…I don’t know…these aren’t words…I mean, you refer to your “anus”…
“Mom,” she cried, “please…I mean I want to finally be able to talk about it, but these aren’t words I think are bad. They’re just words I use when I think about me and my brother…I mean, not always, but sometimes when…you know…I orgasm…I don’t know all the words…’cum’…that one I know…I…I love…his cum…”
Well, at this point, independent of being a shocked mother, I’m so wet, my panties are sticking to me. But I have to hold it together.
“It’s all right, baby,” I said. “You should feel these things when you’re with someone you love. Not only is there nothing wrong with your feelings…they’re beautiful feelings. And from the looks of things, your brother feels the same way about you.”
She looked pensive…”He…loves…he love my anus,” she said. “And God, how I love it when he…you know…,loves my anus. I feel like…just opening up for him…that’s why…you know, I put him there. And when he comes inside me, mommy…I feel like the most special girl in the world…and I have..orgasm. There’s nothing wrong with that, is there?” she asked.
“Oh, God no, baby,” I replied, “again, this is how it should be between two people in love.”
How much more of this conversation could I take?
“And, and when he’s…you know…when he’s…fucking me, and looking at me with his beautiful eyes, I just want to die…that’s love, isn’t it, mommy?”
“Please, no more,” I thought…
“And when he…he comes in my mouth, I feel his sweet, warm, beautiful cock swell, and the it just flows over my lips and tongue…and I love the taste and smell, and him…most of all…I love him…” She was close to tears.
“Mommy, I’ve wanted tell you this for so long. I love him, and I want to marry him and be his wife. And I want to make love with him every day, and feel him inside me, everywhere…,” she continued.
“Well,” I said, “everywhere will have to wait…just a little bit, until we get you on birth control. As much as you love him inside of you now, I’ll bet you’ll love him in…well…your cunt, just as much, if not more.”
“You mean it can be even better?” She asked.
“Baby, from what you’ve told me, you and your brother have it as good as it gets, already,” I said.
And at that point, I had to leave her for a few minutes. I needed a moment to finger myself into oblivion.
Added by Michelle
