Author: Pookie
Title: Pookie | Melissa's Secrets (Chapter 32)
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Melissa’s Secrets
By Pookie


Chapter 32


The following morning, I awoke to Mom brushing my hair with her 
hand. She was spooning me from behind. The events of the previous 
night quickly flooded my mind as well. I so wanted to be angry 
with Mom, but the way we were snuggled together reminded me of 
the times I would sneak into bed with her when I was much 
younger. I was her little girl all over again. The obvious 
problem was that I wasn’t a little girl any longer, and there was 
no way either of us could pretend that last night hadn’t 
happened.

I squirmed around so that I was lying on my back, and could see 
her face.

“Good morning,” she softly said.

“Good morning, Mom,” I said, yawning. Gawd, it was way too early 
to be waking up!

“Are you okay?” she asked, brushing my hair with her hand.

“I’m fine, just a little tired and a little sore down there.” We 
just lay there for a minute enjoying our closeness.

“I didn’t get nearly as wasted as you though,” I said a little 
more sternly than I wanted. I immediately smiled at her so she 
would think I was just teasing.

“I did a lot of stupid things last night.”

“I did a lot of stupid things, too.”

“Like what?”

“I’d rather not say.” I answered.

“Do I have to water-board you?”

“Sounds kinky, but I think I earned at least a free pass last 
night. Don’t you?”

She paused for a few moments. Her eyes looked over my shoulder in 
the direction of Jamie.

“You saved my ass last night.”

“Yeah, I did. And you licked mine.” I couldn’t help but chuckle a 
little at my smart return. I was learning.

She sorta winced as she seemed to remember doing that to me. She 
looked at me smiling at her.

“You liked it, didn’t you?”

“You didn’t hear me complain,” I said, trying not to grin.

“I shouldn’t have done that. You’re my daughter.”

“I hate being your daughter.”

She looked hurt.

I quickly added, “I mean, I wish I were someone else sometimes.”

“Sarah?”

“Yeah, and not because Mrs. Clark is her mom.”

“Melissa, I have to be your mother. I can’t change that.”

“I know. And I want you to be my mother. Really.”

Mom looked at me kinda skeptically.

“But sometimes ... I wish ... I wish I could be just Mel. Like 
last night.”

She kissed my forehead. “We’d be quite a team. We could be 
dangerous together.”

“We’d make Thelma and Louise look like wimps,” I said.

“We’d be better.”

“Don’t be a hater,” I said to her. “I liked Louise.”

“Louise shot Harlan,” she said. “She got them into the whole 
mess.”

“Yeah, wasn’t it cool?!” I softly exclaimed. “That’s partly why I 
liked Louise the best.”

“But Thelma got Brad Pitt in bed.”

“And Brad stole their money the next morning,” I reminded her. 
“She should never have trusted him like that.”

“They went on a crime spree after that though,” Mom said. “I 
wouldn’t want that for you.” And after a short pause she added. 
“And not for me either.”

“Louise was scared of getting caught in Texas ... because of her 
past,” I said, knowing I was making this a little personal for 
her.

Mom looked straight up, avoiding me. After a moment, she replied, 
“Your past can haunt you. Sometimes with tragic results. Louise 
found that out.”

“They did end kinda tragically, but they did kiss before driving 
off the cliff together. They’d become best friends.”

“They died though,” Mom said.

“They died together,” I said.

“My head hurts ... and you’re getting philosophical.”

“Don’t be a wuss,” I told her. I knew she probably was hung-over 
at least a little. So, I changed the subject.

“Has anyone ever called you ‘Andi’?”

“No. Why?”

“Good, cause it sucks as a nickname.”

“What nickname would you give me?” she asked, her curiosity 
obviously piqued.

I started to say ‘Cara’, but I didn’t. “I’d just call you 
‘Andrea’. I like that name. But, I like calling you ‘Mom’ too.”

“I thought you hated being my daughter?”

I sighed. This conversation was getting complicated. We were at 
the heart of our problem. We both knew it, too. And we both knew 
that there couldn’t be an easy solution.

I thought for a moment. It was a problem for Mom, but was it also 
a problem for me? I liked her being my mom. But I also wanted to 
be able to talk to her and I wanted her to talk to me like she 
did with Doris. I wanted us to share things.

I looked at her and our eyes met. I said softly, “I don’t really 
...”

“Don’t worry,” she said. “I know what you mean ... Mel.”

I cuddled against her closer. It felt really odd talking to her 
like this. We knew each other so well, but at the same time she 
was still somewhat of a stranger to me. It was similar to the 
feeling I’d had with Jennifer before we had finally sat down 
together and talked without being afraid of each other. I liked 
the feeling. I wanted to have that same feeling with my mom, too.

But Mom was also right. As a team we could be dangerous together. 
We were so much alike. The idea was both scary and intriguing. I 
so wanted us to be best friends. Yet I knew I could not have the 
same relationship with Mom like she had with Doris, Colleen or 
Maggie.

However, I was very jealous of Sarah. It wasn’t necessarily the 
sex that they had though. It was the intimacy. The camaraderie. 
Mom and Sarah could be daring and open with each other. They 
could do things only best friends would dare do together. That’s 
what I wanted the most. I wanted to be able to tell this woman 
that I wanted to do something really crazy, and have her scheme 
with me how to make it happen ... even if it didn’t ever happen.

I had to smile a little thinking of what we did in the shower 
yesterday morning. It was the first time I had done anything 
sexual with my mom. And she with me.

But I also wanted my mother to be my mother too. I wouldn’t mind 
if she told me no to something, if at least I understood why.

I sighed. We had gotten closer this weekend, but we hadn’t really 
resolved our differences.


******


“Were you at the Meyers’ house last night?” she finally asked 
interrupting my thoughts.

Uh oh. Here it was. The motherly interrogation started. I was on 
the defensive immediately and responded in kind.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Will you tell me what you did?”

“I went there just to explore,” I said. “I didn’t even know it 
was their house.”

“But when you did find out, you watched what was going on?”

This was getting uncomfortable. “Yes, ma’am.”

“How long did you watch?”

“I’m not sure ... A little while.”

“A lotta while?”

Oh shit, what was she getting at? Why all these friggin 
questions?

“A little longer than a little while,” I admitted.

“You weren’t alone, were you?”

I looked up at her. I wasn’t going to rat out Peter and Julie. 
She probably figured Peter was with me, but I wasn’t going to 
tell her.

“Don’t answer that,” she suddenly said. I smiled softly at her.

She then added, “I really need to know what you saw though.”

“I probably saw too much.”

“Did you see me?”

“Uh huh. It’s cool though. I knew what kind of party it was.”

“Are you upset because Jamie was there?”

“Yeah, but not as much as seeing Pam there.”

“It’s up to parents to decide if they want to include their 
children. Generally, it is preferred that they be at least 
fourteen.”

“She’s still my age. Why am I too young?”

“Melissa, please understand. So far, you have only been with our 
friends that I knew I could trust not to hurt you. I wasn’t so 
sure about the group at the Meyers’ last night. I knew it could 
get pretty wild and that I couldn’t watch out for you all night. 
Considering what you probably saw, wouldn’t you agree?”

“You didn’t know everyone there?” I asked, avoiding admitting 
that I did agree with her. I wasn’t sure I would have been that 
cool with people just coming up and touching me like a lot of 
them were.

“We haven’t been to Forest Acres for about a year and I knew 
there would be some new people there, and some who are no more 
than acquaintances.”

“I still think it sucks that Pam could go and I couldn’t.”

Mom hugged me tighter.

“You’ll have to live with it that I, as your mother, will make 
decisions like that. You may have noticed that the Walcotts did 
the same for Julie, and the Rayners for Peter.”

“Next time?” I asked hopefully.

Mom got very serious, “I’m not, repeat, not promising.”

Gawd! Mom could be such a stubborn ass!

I then asked, “Is fourteen some kind of magic number now?”

“It was for that party,” she stated. “I didn’t make the rules.”

“If I had been a month away from being fourteen like Pam, would 
you have let me go?”

Her immediate expression told me she was getting aggravated, so I 
quickly asked a different question.

“If the rules had said thirteen, would you have stopped me from 
going?”

“Under the circumstances, yes. But it wasn’t the rule, and 
besides it wouldn’t have changed the reason I didn’t let you go.”

I usually knew when not to push Mom to let me do something. It 
only increased her resolve. But I still thought that being 
excluded sucked. So, I kept pushing.

I then asked, “Would you have taken Sarah?”

That question seemed to catch her off guard. We had never talked 
about Sarah being sexually involved with my parents. She wasn’t 
Sarah’s mother. Sarah was her little slut. I wasn’t sure if Mrs. 
Clark would have taken me, but I was certain my ‘mother’ 
wouldn’t. I wasn’t sure what ‘Andrea’ would do though with her 
special friend, Sarah.

“Probably,” she amazingly admitted to me. “If her parents had 
told me it was okay.”

“Now you know why I’m jealous,” I stated.

“I already knew why, baby,” she responded.

“So she gets to have all the fun with you ... and Daddy,” I 
firmly stated. “You spend way more time with her than me. And 
don’t say I spend way more time with Mrs. Clark, because I don’t. 
We’ve been together maybe a dozen times over the past year. Sarah 
practically lived in our house last school year while I was 
cheering.”

I couldn’t believe I was spilling out my feelings. I don’t think 
Mom ever realized just how I had felt either. I was sure Mrs. 
Clark had told her I was upset about some things, but probably 
not to the extent she was finding out now.

“But I don’t love Sarah the way I love you. I’m your mother. I 
can’t ever forget that. I won’t ever let myself.”

I sighed. I was sure she could sense my frustration.

“Melissa, I never said you should go over or not go over to see 
Colleen and Bob, it was your decision. You spent most of your 
time last year with the cheer squad and other activities. That 
was your choice. And you showed little interest in sex.”

“You know that I did things with Jamie, Sarah, and Pam!” I said 
defensively.

“True, but Sarah wanted to do more with me and your father. And 
Colleen and I felt that you were not ready to do more quite yet. 
So should I have put Sarah off when she was interested just 
because you were not? Or should Colleen or I have forced you to 
do things you weren’t ready for?”

I sighed. She had a point there.

Mom brushed over my hair again. “I would have liked it very much 
if you had spent more time with them. You might not feel so 
jealous of Sarah then. But one of our rules as adults has always 
been that we would never force any kid to do anything he or she 
might not be comfortable with.”

She touched my cheek, “We need to talk about Sarah. I don’t want 
you to think she’s more important to me than you. She’s not. 
She’ll never be as special to me as you are.”

“Mom, you’ve spent way more time with her over the past year than 
with me. And even when we’re home together, you make me do chores 
and shit. But with her, you play! You swapped me for her so that 
you could.”

She leaned over and pulled me tightly to her, holding my head to 
her chest, “Colleen and I wanted you and Sarah to learn about sex 
and how to enjoy it. I wasn’t Sarah’s mother. Colleen wasn’t your 
mother. We weren’t swapping daughters because we didn’t want to 
be your mothers. We were each letting a dear trusted friend 
expose our daughter to things that we as a mother couldn’t.”

I pulled back and looked at her.

She then told me, “Honey, if I’d tried to seduce you, you’d have 
freaked out. At best, you’d probably hate me. At worst, you’d 
have run away or had me turned in to the cops.”

“I just wanted your attention ...”

“I know that now. I should’ve done more to be a better mother, to 
be closer to you. We just didn’t ... well ...”

“Communicate?”

“Yeah, and I thought you needed me more as a mother than as a 
friend.”

“Why?” I skeptically asked. “You lied to me, telling me that you 
were going to a lake house with some friends so Mr. Clark could 
take my virginity. And so Daddy could take Sarah’s virginity. And 
I am sure Colleen told you how I fretted if you were okay with me 
having sex with them. I often did ask her what you knew. I never 
got a straight answer. You could have sat down with me and told 
me you knew and were okay with it. All the friggin secrets even 
hurt my friendship with Sarah. Nobody cared about that either.”

I was almost in tears.

Mom’s voice was very brittle when she answered. “I am so sorry 
about all of that. I should have known that you needed me to talk 
to you. I didn’t know how to. I thought Colleen told you enough. 
I thought I should let her handle things. And that I should be 
there as your mother if something happened.”

“As my mother? If something happened? Why?”

“Because it’s what I needed when I was your age, but didn’t get. 
When you were still very young, I knew you were going to be like 
me. Your personality was so much like mine that even some 
acquaintances noticed and commented. I had to be better about 
raising you than my mother had been with me. I had to at least 
try to set some boundaries for you. I couldn’t do that and be 
your best friend too. My mom just didn’t realize just what I was 
capable of.”

“What were you doing when you were my age?” I very curiously 
asked.

“Melissa, I was having sex with a lot of people. Some of them I 
shouldn’t have. Some of the things I did I shouldn’t have. In 
hindsight, I knew I’d needed boundaries that I didn’t have.”

I scrunched my lips. I couldn’t believe she was telling me all of 
this!

She tenderly said, “Baby, you’ll have a number of friends during 
your life. You’ll probably have more than one best friend. You’ll 
only have one mother. Sarah doesn’t get that from me. You do 
though.”

I softened my gaze at her. Doris would be so proud of her. Gawd, 
was she ever trying! I was upset somewhat though by the way she 
was talking about Grandma. I loved her and thought she was a 
great person. Mom obviously knew her better than I did.

“Why didn’t Grandma set boundaries for you?”

“She didn’t understand me, at least not when I was your age,” she 
said. She then smirked a little at me, “I know what you’re 
capable of.”

Acting insulted, I asked, “Am I some kind of monster?”

She half snorted, “No, honey. But I know that without boundaries, 
you’ll freely do things that seem adventurous, many times not 
thinking about consequences. You’ll jump before you look. You’ll 
get into things that you’ll eventually regret.”

“Is that what you did?”

She nodded. “That’s why I said earlier that we’d be dangerous 
together ... as best friends.”

I started smiling as I thought about being wild with Mom. She 
quickly noticed it too.

“See! You know exactly what I mean! You remember what we did in 
the shower yesterday morning?” she asked me.

“Yeah, wasn’t it cool, though?!” I smiled at her.

“Baby, I have known Tom Pervitt for a few years. Otherwise I 
wouldn’t have let you. You know what we did was pretty 
dangerous?”

“Duh!”

“Be careful about teasing strangers with your sexual come-on. 
They may not take it like Tom did. It can get you into a very bad 
situation that may windup with you seriously hurt.”

“Like getting raped?”

“Exactly.”

Mom hesitated for a minute.

“I have watched out for you since you started having sex. You 
didn’t notice me but I knew exactly what happened where and when. 
But I may not always have a chance to be there to watch what you 
are doing, little one. I hope you realize that.”

I understood that Mom was right. It was a sobering thought. Life 
could be very complicated when you wanted to have fun.

“I love you, Mom,” I hugged her and put my head against her 
shoulder. “Thanks for being there when I crash.”

“You are welcome. And I love you, too, sweetheart.”

I grinned at her. She then hugged me to her again.

“But I think you’re wrong, Mom,” I said while she held me against 
her. I then pulled back from her, and added, “Yeah, we might be 
dangerous, but you’d know when to tell me to put the brakes on 
... and not drive off the cliff.”

“I still say we’d somehow ruin the car,” she retorted, grinning.

“We could blame Jamie. I always do,” I snickered. She hugged me 
tightly to her again before pulling away and looking over me at 
Jamie.

“Speaking of your personal scapegoat, we need to wake him up and 
go take showers,” she said. “We’ve got a lot to do, and it’s 
already past 8 o’clock.”

“I doubt we’ll have as much fun in the shower with Jamie tagging 
along,” I said, teasingly.

“Don’t you think we’ve had enough fun for one weekend?” she 
asked, cocking her head at me with raised eyebrows.

“Do you regret what we did?” I asked, cocking my head as well.

She looked at me quietly for a few moments.

“I don’t regret it at all. But ...” she said, pausing.

“But what?”

“Let’s talk about this later, okay? We really do have a lot to do 
before we leave.”

I scrunched my lips at her.

“Look, we’ll talk when we get home ... or if Jamie is plugged 
into his iPod later, we’ll talk on the way. Deal?”

I smiled at her, and nodded. “Thanks for bringing me, Mom.”

She pulled me back to her, hugging me.


******


After waking up my ‘dead to the world’ brother, we were able to 
pull him along with us to the showers.

I put my arm around his shoulders. “How are you feeling?” He 
hadn’t said a word yet this morning.

He groaned. “My head hurts, my cock hurts ... I feel like I got 
run over by a truck.”

I laughed. “That’s what you get when you play in the big league. 
Good practice for when you play football again.”

He just groaned again. I gave him a quick kiss on his cheek.

“Mel?”

I looked at him.

“Thanks for helping me out last night.” Why did he have a crooked 
grin when he said that?

“It’s okay, big brother. What are little sisters for but to bail 
him out when he fucks up?” I grinned at him. “But next time you 
want me to suck your cock it better be clean. Yours tasted awful 
last night. How many women did you fuck anyways?”

He hesitated before answering. ”I’m not exactly sure.”

I didn’t pursue it any further.

He kissed my cheek in return. “Thanks, anyways.”

I said quietly to him, “You owe me. And I want to know some 
things about the party last night.”

He shook his head and groaned. “Another one of the infamous 
Melissa interrogations.”

I laughed and danced around him some. Mom looked at us surprised, 
but she smiled.

It was about 8:30 a.m. Fortunately, we had the showers to 
ourselves. Unlike the previous morning, I behaved myself.

Jamie finished his shower before ours and headed back ahead of 
us. I wondered how Mom found the nerve to ask her son if he 
wanted to go to an orgy with her, and then get him in on a scheme 
with the others to include a girl who was underage even by their 
rules. I made a mental note to see just how close my mother and 
my brother were already.

As Mom and I were walking back to the tent, she surprised me by 
saying, “Your father knew I would be at the party last night.”

I hadn’t mentioned Daddy at all. I figured she was wondering 
about it though. I had the previous night while I watched her 
getting fucked big time by Donkey Dick. I was certain she was 
afraid of what I might be thinking.

“I called him from my cell phone yesterday and told him that a 
party was planned at the Meyers.”

“Like last year?”

Mom didn’t look at me when she answered. “Like last year. We went 
together. Just so you don’t have to ask, yes, Jamie went, too.”

In reply I asked, “Would Daddy have approved of what happened in 
the bedroom this year?”

Mom notably winced. I wasn’t sure if it was because she knew he 
wouldn’t approve, or because she now knew for sure that I had 
seen her with Mr. Meyer.

“We’ll talk about that later, too.”

Her answer made me nervous. Did she want time to come up with an 
answer I would be satisfied with?


******


The men fixed us a light breakfast to eat. I hadn’t watched the 
day before, but I was somewhat amazed at how easy it was to make 
toast without a toaster.

I sat next to Pam. We hadn’t talked much during the weekend. I 
suspected she had been busy with Mike like I had been busy with 
Peter. I had seen her at the Meyers’ party though. I wasn’t 
really pissed off anymore, but I just had to tease her a little 
about it.

“How are you feeling?” I asked her.

“Pretty good. I could use a little more sleep, though. But I’m 
used to not getting much sleep while camping,” she responded with 
a sly grin.

“I’m surprised that your lower jaw still works,” I said, smiling.

She looked at me not comprehending.

“I mean, you had your mouth pretty full last night, chica,” I 
chuckled.

Suddenly it clicked and she knew that I had seen her at the 
party. And she also knew who had probably gotten me to the 
Meyers’ house.

“I am going to kill my little brother,” she said, blushing.

“Please don’t. I would have to kill you. And I would hate to lose 
a close friend.” I grabbed her and hugged her. “Was it fun?”

She didn’t answer me and just stared at the ground in front of 
her. She was obviously rather embarrassed. I didn’t pursue it any 
further. She was usually forthcoming with me, but I wondered if 
she’d been sworn to silence when it came to me. After all, I 
wasn’t even supposed to know about it, and Pam had been invited 
when I hadn’t. She could just be feeling awkward, though, since 
she knew I hadn’t been invited, but she had.

Changing the subject, she said, “I’m glad you and Peter are 
together. He deserves to have a cool girlfriend.”

“Thanks. He’s a great guy. We fit together so easily.”

“Yeah, I’ve seen just how well he fits into you,” she teased. I 
tickled her, which caused her to groan. She was obviously still 
recovering from the previous night.


******


After cleaning up, the adults told us we had some time to run 
around naked before we would have to start packing up to head 
home. We were to be back by 11:30 and help break down and load 
the equipment.

I remembered I needed to go see Mrs. Preston. I could only assume 
it was something about school. She had been really nice to me 
yesterday. I figured if I got on her good side now, I might have 
an easier time in her advanced algebra class.

Peter wanted to go for a walk though. I knew he wanted to take me 
somewhere we could be alone for a while. I wanted that too. So, I 
told him to wait for me at the canteen and we would finally go to 
the alcove where I could fuck his brains out before we had to get 
ready to leave.

When I got to the Prestons’ cabin, Mr. Preston was just getting 
ready to go into town with Jennifer and Derek. All three of them 
were dressed. It felt a little awkward being naked around them.

Jennifer tried to beg off going, but her parents insisted. I told 
her I would catch up with her later though.

After they left, I stood in front of her mother for a few moments 
waiting for what she had on her mind.

“Melissa, I’m glad you’ve been friends with Jennifer. She doesn’t 
easily trust people.”

I wasn’t expecting to be talking about Jennifer.

“Yesterday, I saw something though that I think we need to talk 
about.”

Oh shit.

“I saw you kissing my daughter.”

Yikes.

“Are you a pervert, Melissa?”

Oh, my God. I would have bolted from the house if my mind had 
been functioning.

“Uhh ...”

“It’s an easy question, dear. Are you a pervert?”

“No, ma’am,” I nervously replied.

“Then why did you put your tongue in my daughter’s mouth on the 
back steps yesterday?”

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.

“You’re a girl, and she’s a girl. Why were you kissing her?”

“Don’t be mad at Jennifer ...” I started saying, before being 
interrupted.

“I’m not mad at my daughter, but I think you took advantage of 
her.”

I had no clue how to respond to that. Anything I could say would 
mean I would betray Jennifer’s trust.

“I guess I’m a pervert.”

“You guess?” she sternly asked.

Holy crap! This woman wasn’t happy with me!

“Uhhh ...”

“Are you a pervert?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“I think you need to be punished for corrupting my daughter, 
don’t you?”

Punished?

“Answer me, you little pervert!”

“I dunno ...”

“Are you trying to turn my daughter into a lesbian?”

I kept my mouth shut.

“Nothing to say? Would you rather Jennifer gets punished?”

I so wanted to run out of the cabin, but I wasn’t sure if 
Jennifer would pay the price if I did.

“Don’t do anything to Jennifer, please?”

“So, you’re ready to be punished?”

I nodded my head squeamishly.

“Come over here and lay across my lap.”

What the fuck? Was she going to spank me?

“Hurry along. They’ll be back before too long.”

I cautiously lay across her lap. She then held a paddle in front 
of my face. Where did that come from?

“This is what I use with perverts.”

The next thing I felt was a smack against my left butt cheek.

*whack*

“Oww!” I exclaimed. That was followed by alternating smacks on 
both butt cheeks.

*whack* *whack*

“Ouch!” I yelled out. She didn’t seem to care that I was getting 
noisy.

*whack*

“Owwwww!” That one stung!

*Whack*

“Owie!” I exclaimed. Fuck! She was hitting me harder!

*WHACK*

“OWWWW!” I yelled out. “THAT HURTS!”

“It’s supposed to. It’s the only way to teach a pervert,” she 
stated, firmly.

*WHACK*

“FUCK!”

“Shut your dirty mouth, pervert!” she loudly scolded me, before 
really popping my butt good.

*WHACK*

“OWWWWWWWW!”

She then stopped and rubbed my ass cheeks for a few moments.

“Your butt is getting red,” she told me. “Have you learned your 
lesson yet?”

“Yes, ma’am!” I agonizingly replied. I tried to get up.

“I don’t think you have,” she said, pushing hard in the small of 
my back to keep me across her lap. She then followed with more 
smacks of the paddle. I just let out one long squeal as she 
whipped my little butt.

Tears were running down my cheeks. I was visibly wincing and 
moaning by the time she stopped. Then I felt her hand rubbing my 
butt again.

“You took your punishment like a big girl.”

My butt was still stinging as she rubbed me.

“I have something to help soothe the pain. I’m not sure a pervert 
like you deserves it, but you took your punishment well.”

I then felt her touching my pussy. Moments later, she had wiggled 
two fingers into me. She wanted to finger fuck me! What the 
hell?! And why was I wet? Was it a natural state for me now?

“You like that, don’t you, pervert?”

I wasn’t sure what to say. So I said nothing. I did moan though, 
and I was getting wetter. I couldn’t help it. Sometimes I think 
my pussy is wired to bypass my brain. It certainly isn’t 
connected to any critical thinking areas.

“Answer me, pervert!”

“I like your fingers in my pussy!” I exclaimed, quickly realizing 
a few fingers in my cooch felt a whole lot better than a paddle 
on my ass. I also knew I was now soaking wet. She knew I liked 
her fingers in my pussy. Even I could hear my pussy squishing.

“I thought you might,” she stated. “After all, you’re a pervert.”

She finger fucked me for a few minutes. She was really good at 
it, too. I went from one type of agony to another before she 
pulled her hand away, leaving me frustrated.

I then felt something soothing being rubbed into my butt cheeks. 
It took most of the stinging sensation away. Just when I thought 
she was about finished, she slipped a finger between my butt 
cheeks to touch my asshole. Before I knew it, she was pushing it 
inside.

“Oh, my Gawd!” I breathlessly whined.

“You like that too, don’t you?” she sternly asked, finger fucking 
my butt now.

“Yes, ma’am,” I more grunted than said it. She continued to probe 
my butt with her slippery finger. She was wiggling and even 
trying to curl it while inside me. I thought she was going to 
hurt me, but instead it felt good. After a few more minutes of 
checking my nonexistent prostate, she pulled her finger out.

“You can stand up now,” she instructed me.

She hadn’t made me cum and I wasn’t sure what she had next in 
mind.

I moved off her lap and took a step away from her, reaching back 
to rub my butt.

“If you kiss my daughter again, you’ll get more of that,” she 
sternly informed me. She then angrily asked, “Do you understand?”

My eyes went wide. This woman scared me! I never thought 
Jennifer’s mom could be this intimidating!

Then she winked at me. Holy fuck! What was this? Was she playing 
a game with me? I decided to find my backbone.

“What if I do more with Jennifer than kiss her?” I boldly asked, 
hoping it wasn’t going to get me another ass beating. I was still 
rubbing my butt.

She looked at me a bit angrily. Maybe she wasn’t playing a game!

“Then you will get a whole lot more than just a spanking.”

“What if I don’t let you?” I said, finally deciding I would stand 
up to her. I did glance back to make sure I had a clear path to 
the door for a quick escape, just in case my sudden brashness 
backfired.

“That would be a shame, little pervert,” she said, her expression 
softening. “Because I think you enjoyed what we just did as much 
as I did.”

I smiled wryly at her, “I plan on kissing Jennifer a lot.”

“I’ll have to see you regularly after school to make sure you get 
properly punished then,” she firmly stated, but she was smiling 
now.

She then reached out for my hand. I reached to let her take it, 
pulling me to her, and kissing my forehead.

“You better make an ‘A’ in my class, Melissa. Or I’ll really wear 
out your cute butt.”

“I’ll try,” I coyly replied.

“I’ve talked with enough teachers this summer to know you’re a 
terrific student,” she said in her normal voice. “I look forward 
to teaching you this year.”

“Jennifer says you’re cool.”

“I think you’re pretty cool too,” she said, softly squeezing my 
hand.

I asked her the obvious question, “How ... I mean, you took a big 
chance with me just now.”

“The spanking?”

“Well, yeah ... and fingering me.”

“I wasn’t taking much of a chance,” she slyly grinned. “Colleen 
thought you might enjoy playing a game with me.”

“Mrs. Clark told you?” I incredulously asked.

“Sure. I’ve seen you in action too ... Just like you’ve seen me 
and my husband.”

“Oh,” I simply said, suppressing an embarrassed grin while 
remembering Mrs. Clark had shown me the picture of the Prestons. 
She then surprised me further.

“Oh, and I know Jennifer is a lesbian,” she casually said. “I 
heard what you said to her as well. I’m glad she has you as a 
friend.”

“Sooooo ... you don’t mind if she and I ...”

“I don’t mind at all, dear.”

“Do you want to do more ... you know ... with me after today?” I 
subtly asked, wondering if she would do more than just spanking 
and fingering me.

“I would like that very much. And I am sure that Carl would also 
enjoy playing with you. And you with him. But only if you want to 
and I promise we’d do only things you like. And Jennifer can 
never know.”

I nodded. A bad feeling came over me momentarily though. She was 
asking me to keep a secret from Jennifer.

I then glanced at my butt. It wasn’t as red as I had expected, 
but it did have a pink tint to it.

“You can just say that you slipped and fell on your butt,” Mrs. 
Preston said.

“I’m meeting Peter at the canteen. Convincing him of that isn’t 
likely.”

“Tie your towel around your waist if you’re worried he’ll notice. 
I didn’t spank you hard enough to leave markings for very long. 
I’m quite skilled at what I do. I have a few people I regularly 
practice my craft with.”

“Mrs. Walcott?”

She just smiled. I started to throw out Julie’s name as well, but 
she was already smiling. I would hit her up about that sometime 
later.

“Mrs. Preston, I’m not really into butt whoopings and stuff.”

She chuckled, “I’m not just into ‘butt whoopings’, sweetie.”

I blushed while half-heartedly suppressing a grin.

“I’ve heard you’re very cute when you blush. Colleen was right.”

I was surprised Mrs. Clark had been saying so much about me to 
her. I decided to see what other sources she might have.

“What has Mrs. Rayner told you about me?”

She looked at me curiously. “A few things, but nothing I hadn’t 
already heard.”

“So, you’re really good friends with Mrs. Clark?”

She chuckled, which confused me. “Why don’t you just ask me what 
your mother has told me?”

I looked at her wide-eyed.

She laughed, “I know when I’m being taken on the long road to 
somewhere, sweetie.”

“What has she told you?”

“That you’re a beautiful intelligent girl, and that she loves you 
very much,” she kindly said, brushing my hair back with her hand. 
“And, that you probably wouldn’t like ‘butt whoopings’,” she 
added, chuckling.

I was mortified that she had been talking about me like that with 
Mom, but also strangely turned on as well. Gawd, I was too easy.

“But you went ahead with it anyways? Didn’t my mom tell you not 
to?”

She got very serious. “Melissa, your mom trusted me to not really 
hurt you. I gave her my word that I wouldn’t. And I am really 
good at this.” She looked at me for a second, letting her words 
sink in. Then she continued, “I had to try though. However, I 
think you’d rather give out ‘butt whoopings’. If you do, try not 
to bruise Jennifer’s ass.”

“She likes that?” I asked, amazed she would even mention her 
daughter like that.

“Who knows?” she replied, shrugging. “I never expected her to be 
a lesbian.”

She then hugged me and kissed my cheek. I was surprised she 
hadn’t tried to take even more liberties with me. I then figured 
she might be afraid her husband could show up anytime with 
Jennifer and Derek.

She looked at me closely, “Melissa, I trust you not to ever 
intentionally hurt Jennifer. I’ve read too many horror stories 
about young teens being bullied and harassed.”

“I couldn’t ever hurt her or anyone like that,” I stated. “Even 
if we ever got really mad at each other, I’d never do something 
that mean to her.”

“I didn’t think you would, but I had to say it. She is my 
daughter.”

“She’s my friend, and I’ll whoop some butts for her if I have 
to,” I said, smiling.

After a moment I said, “Mrs. Preston, you are right about me not 
enjoying getting my butt whooped. I’ve gotten a couple of 
spankings, I have enjoyed them. Whooping me with the paddle is a 
whole different thing, though.”

I paused. “Sex should be fun. It shouldn’t hurt.”

She spoke very softly as she took my hand. “I am awfully sorry 
then, Melissa, if I went too far. Will you forgive me?”

I smiled at her. “Yeah, just don’t do it again,” I insisted, 
giggling as well. “Your fingers in me felt great, though. And I 
won’t whoop Jennifer’s ass either.”

She chuckled at me, “We’ll see. Because I think you might make a 
great mistress some day.”

I wasn’t exactly sure what she actually meant by ‘mistress’, but 
she was smiling when she said it. So I figured it must not be a 
bad thing.

She added, “Some people enjoy a little pain with sex. Everyone 
has their own preferences. Some people like sex to be tender and 
gentle. Some like the exact opposite. More people like a little 
of everything. It just depends on the person. It’s why 
experimentation can be a very good thing ... to figure out your 
own boundaries.”

She had a good point. I had already discovered a lot about 
myself. I was sure I would discover many more things as well. 
Butt whooping wasn’t going to be one of them though. But in a 
weird way, I was glad she did it.


******


As I left to go hook up with Peter, the feeling I initially felt 
at the Preston’s cabin really began to hit me. Mrs. Preston had 
seduced me with my mom knowing, and she wanted me to keep it a 
secret from her daughter. This was me and Sarah all over again! 
And I didn’t like it one bit.

If Sarah and I hadn’t come clean with each other, I don’t think 
we would have stayed friends for much longer. Things were just 
getting good between me and Jennifer, even without the sex. I had 
always liked her as a friend. If Jennifer accidentally discovered 
I was having sex with her mom, I didn’t know how she would react.

I had a lot to think about. I was glad that Jennifer’s mom was 
okay with her being a lesbian. I suspected her father knew as 
well. I was certain Derek didn’t know, or he was doing a great 
acting job. Boys weren’t that good at acting when it came to sex 
though. His girlfriend was into girls. There’s no way he wouldn’t 
try to exploit that to at least see Julie with another girl. Or 
perhaps with his sister even?

I wasn’t quite sure how I would talk to Jennifer about all of 
this, but I knew I would. I wouldn’t let the adults put a barrier 
between me and my friends again.


******


Peter was waiting for me right where I expected him.

“Why do you have your towel wrapped around you?”

“We need to go talk ... among other things,” I said, as I grabbed 
his arm and headed off to the alcove at the lake. If nothing else 
happened today, I was going to fuck him there, even if we had an 
audience.

When we reached the alcove, I cautiously sat down on my towel. 
Fortunately, the stinging from the earlier spanking was gone.

“Mel, what happened to your butt?”

“This stays between the two of us, okay?”

“Sure.”

“Mrs. Preston gave me a spanking. And not with her hand, but with 
a wooden paddle.”

He looked at me surprised for a moment, and then he just said, 
“Oh.”

“’Oh’?” I asked him in bewilderment. “Just ‘Oh’?”

“She’s into that kind of thing. I thought it was just with grown-
ups though.”

“What the fuck, Peter?”

“I accidentally saw her with Mrs. Walcott one day earlier this 
year. I was with Mom when she stopped by the Walcott’s house. Mom 
was supposed to pick something up. She told me to wait for her in 
the car. She’d been inside for about fifteen minutes, and I had 
to take a leak. So, I went inside.”

“Holy shit, Peter. What all did you see.”

“I went in the front door, but no one was around. So, I went to 
the hallway bathroom. When I came out, there was still no one 
around. But I heard some sounds that I figured were coming from 
the basement. I figured Mom was down there with Mrs. Walcott. I 
went down the basement stairs and saw Mrs. Preston in a leather 
type getup. Mrs. Walcott was like tied to this wooden thing. She 
was naked, but her eyes were covered with a blindfold and she had 
something in her mouth to keep her from making noise. Mrs. 
Preston was using a whip like thing on her butt and legs. Mom was 
watching. After watching for a minute, I figured I better get out 
of there.”

“So, no one saw you or knows you were there?”

“Nope.”

“Have you told anyone else?”

“Just you.”

I was proud of him for telling me.

“Mel, don’t tell anyone. I’m sure Jennifer and Derek have no idea 
what their mom likes to do.”

“I won’t. But I guess that sorta explains her spanking me.”

“Why did she spank you?”

“She says she saw me kissing Jennifer.”

“Oh shit.”

“It’s cool, Peter. She knows Jennifer is a lesbian. She’s okay 
with it.”

“So she spanked you for kissing Jennifer?” he asked, still 
puzzled.

“Well, she said she’d been talking with Mrs. Clark ... and my 
mother,” I said. “I guess she decided to try out a teen girl 
after they told her I’d probably be open to the idea. Not so much 
open to the spanking, but to fooling around.”

“Did you?”

“Did I what?”

“Fool around ... other than the spanking?”

“She fingered my cooch and butthole,” I admitted, blushing.

“You’re cute when you blush.”

I rolled my eyes at him, “So, you don’t care that the mother of 
the lesbian that is in love with me spanked my ass, and then 
fingered my pussy and butthole?”

“I’ll admit that it’s a bit on the ‘unusual’ side of things.”

“I guess there’s nothing I could do that would shock you,” I 
said, flustered.

“Stay away from animals, and I’ll probably be cool with it.”

“So, you’re telling me to stay away from you?” I teased.

“You know what I mean.”

“Just for that, you’re going to have to fuck me like a dog.”

“Is that supposed to be some kind of punishment?”

“Just shut up and fuck me before I whip your ass.”

“Decisions, decisions ...” he said, grinning.

“Peter!” I said in mock anger. I wanted to be fucked!

“Well, then, on your hands and knees, darling.”

I quickly grabbed his head and gave him a lusty kiss. I so liked 
it when he called me ‘darling’.

I dropped to the ground and got on my hands and knees. I was wet 
and when Peter got behind me I spread my knees to be more open 
for him. He slid into me easily. It felt so natural for his cock 
to be in my pussy. I grinned a little as I thought that his cock 
belonged to me and in my pussy.

“Fuck me, Peter, damn it!”

And fuck me he did ... hard and deep, his groin pushing hard 
against my butt. I could even feel his balls slapping against my 
clit. He couldn’t resist popping my butt cheeks as he did. I 
preferred that over the earlier kind with Jennifer’s mom.

I came hard just as Peter started to groan and spurt his cum into 
me. I had to bite my lower arm to keep from screaming out loud.


******


We were walking together back to the tents when Jennifer called 
out to us.

“Hi guys. I’ve been looking for you.”

“We were ... busy,” I said grinning.

“Figures,” she said, smiling back.

“Do you guys want to talk?” Peter asked. I planned to compliment 
his parents for raising such a perceptive son.

“Yeah, but you can stay if you want.”

“It’s cool. I’ll see you back at the campsite,” he told me. He 
then told Jennifer goodbye in case he didn’t see her again before 
we headed back home.

“This has been one crazy weekend,” Jennifer said. Gawd, if she 
only knew. “I wish we could hang out more today.”

“What are you doing tomorrow?”

“The usual ... Not much.”

“Do you want to spend the day with me?”

“Hells yeah! Where do you want to meet up at?”

“I was thinking we could hang out at my house to start with.”

“That’s cool. Your parents won’t mind?”

“Mom likes you. She won’t mind,” I said. “In fact, why don’t you 
see if you can spend the night?”

“I guess my parents will let me. They seemed to like you.”

“What’s not to like, chica?” I teased her.

“If my parents knew what we might be doing ...”

That sudden bad feeling hit me again. I didn’t want to keep 
secrets from this girl, especially about me and her parents. How 
could I tell her though?

“I doubt they will mind if you stay over with me. I can get Mom 
to call and talk to them if you want.”

“You’re so cool, Mel.”

I wondered if her parents could see how much she had changed over 
the past two days. She was absolutely glowing! She had someone 
she could be herself with for once. I was glad for her. I 
couldn’t imagine having to hide myself like she had been doing. I 
would have gone psycho killer on everyone.

“Jennifer, are you still cool with me letting a friend know about 
you?”

“Your friend who’s also into girls?”

I nodded.

“Are you trying to play matchmaker for me?” she grinned.

“Girl, I’ve been struggling with my own matchmaking. You’re on 
your own,” I said, giggling with her.

I walked her back to her cabin. She said they would start getting 
ready to leave soon as well. We talked some more about everything 
that had happened. I reassured her that I would be there for her 
no matter what, even if just as a close friend.

When she finally asked about my earlier talk with her mom, I 
said, “We talked about you. She’s glad that I’m your friend.”

“I’m glad you’re my friend,” she happily replied. “Did she talk 
about anything else?”

I thought quickly, and said, “She told me I better make A’s in 
her class, too ... or she’d have to punish me.”

“She likes to joke about whippings. She’d never do that.”

Gawd if she only knew!

I hadn’t told her everything, but it was all I could at that 
point. Fucking secrets!

Jennifer added, “I’m glad she likes you. It’ll make it easier for 
us to hang out.”

When we reached her cabin, she took my hand and pulled me along 
with her to the backyard. As soon as we rounded the back corner, 
she pulled me to her and deeply kissed me. She may not have been 
kissing long, but the girl knew how to leave me dazed.

“I love you, Melissa Livingston.”

I looked at her knowing I couldn’t say the same thing. She put 
her fingers against my lips. “I had to say it again, Mel. The 
first time I said it, I thought my world was going to crash 
around me. This time, I know I’m saying it to a true friend, 
someone who won’t hurt me.”

I started crying. She did too. I then kissed her just as 
passionately as she had kissed me.

We then started pulling ourselves together, wiping the tears from 
each other’s face.

“You still look like you’ve been crying,” I noted.

“I’ll just say I stubbed my toe,” she said, laughing.

“I could spank you,” I joked. I wasn’t sure why I kidded around 
about it, except now I was curious how she would reply.

She softly said, “I’d let you.” I looked at her wide-eyed. Seeing 
my reaction, she added, “I’m just kidding!”

I wasn’t so sure.

“Call me tomorrow morning after you talk to your parents,” I told 
her. She nodded. After a couple of quick kisses, I left.


******


When I got back to our camp sites, everyone was there helping to 
take the tents down and pack up. I realized I was the only one 
not helping. Other than stand in the way and look pretty, I 
wasn’t sure how I could help. Mom had all of our stuff packed 
into the car. Only the tent needed to be taken down.

“I left your clothes in the front seat.”

“Already tired of looking at me naked?”

“I’m not getting pulled over by the cops because my underage 
daughter is flashing everyone.”

“You’re no fun,” I teased, which got her chasing me.

I let her catch me. “Mom, I need to clean up a little before 
getting dressed.”

“I thought I smelled Peter,” she smirked.

“Gawd, Mom!” I embarrassingly whined.

“Be quick about it, sweetie,” she said to me with a smile.

I ran to the showers, finished in record time and dried off while 
walking back.


******


Before we started getting into the cars to leave, I walked over 
to Peter.

“Call me when you get home,” I told him. I then wrapped my arms 
around him and deeply kissed him in front of everyone, which of 
course generated a lot of comments. I didn’t care though. After 
breaking the kiss, we just smiled at each other.

Peter asked, “Can we go on another date soon?”

“I have a very full social calendar, but I’ll squeeze you in,” I 
teased.

“Oh, you will?”

“Sure. You’re now at the top of my list when it comes to 
gentleman callers,” I said in a really bad southern accent.

“I love you, Mel.”

“I love you, Peter.”

Then after a couple more quick kisses, we went to our cars.

“I mean it, Melissa. Put your clothes on.”

I rolled my eyes at Mom and started putting my top on. I had gone 
from being the last to take her clothes off in the beginning, to 
being last to put them back on!

As we drove down the path leading to the campground office, Jamie 
said, “Mom, you better stop so Mel can tell her real boyfriend 
goodbye.”

“Shut up, Jamie,” I growled. Fortunately, he did.

Mom looked over at me, but didn’t say anything. She had said we 
would talk later. I’m sure she didn’t want to talk about it in 
front of Jamie though.


******


It wasn’t long before Jamie settled into the backseat with his 
iPod. Mom seemed a little lost in her thoughts. So, I sat quietly 
watching the scenery for a while.

“Was it Peter that got you and Julie to spy on us last night?”

I looked at her wondering how she knew.

“Who told you?”

She then got a satisfied smile. I had been had. She pulled my own 
trick on me! She didn’t know anything for sure until I opened my 
big mouth.

“Pam mentioned that Peter might have since the two of them had 
spied on the party last year.”

“You went to Pam and asked her?” I asked, very annoyed.

“You were spying on her too.” She reminded me.

I couldn’t believe Pam had ratted us out! Especially her brother!

“Don’t be mad at Pam. I tricked her into admitting about the 
previous year.”

I had to give my mother credit. She was good, in a scary kinda 
way.

“You didn’t tell Julie’s parents, did you?”

“They deserved to know.”

“Gawd, Mom! Julie’s gonna be pissed at me now!”

“They weren’t upset with her. In fact, they weren’t surprised. 
They’re not going to say anything to her about it.”

I sat there pissed at myself for letting her trick me. Then Mom 
surprised me.

“Your father knew where I was last night, and what I would be 
doing. I had his blessing.”

I looked over at her. She glanced at me.

“On the way back from the showers, you asked if he would approve 
of what happened in the bedroom.”

I boldly stated, “You didn’t answer the question.”

“What part do you think he wouldn’t have approved of?”

“You guys were kissing like you were married or something.”

She noticeably sighed, and said, “So it was just the kissing that 
bothered you? Not the way he fucked me?”

“Mom, you guys looked like you’d been passionate lovers for a 
long time.”

She glanced over at me with an amused look, which caught me by 
surprise.

“Do you think I’m having an affair with him?”

“No ... but ...”

She started grinning.

“I’ve never cheated on your father. I don’t ever plan to either. 
Your father knows how passionate I can get while having sex.”

I looked at her skeptically.

“I’m serious, sweetie. There’s nothing wrong with kissing.”

“You were really into it though.”

“Okay then, would Peter approve of the way you were kissing 
Jennifer at the alcove Saturday?

“Huh?”

“Honey, you two were just as passionate as I’ve ever been when it 
comes to kissing.”

“So? Jennifer is a girl!”

“Regardless. Besides girls can be competition, too. So, would 
Peter approve?”

“He knows how I can get.”

“And your father knows how I can get as well. He’s seen me kiss 
others like that before. He knows I kiss people sometimes like 
that when he’s not around too. The key, sweetie, is that he 
knows. I don’t hide things from him. If he had a problem with it, 
he would tell me.”

“Peter knows,” I informed her.

“Good,” she said, reaching over to brush my hair with her hand.

“You know, kissing is part of the experience. It doesn’t mean you 
have feelings for the person, other than maybe friendship. It’s 
all part of the experience.”

“You two looked really friendly,” I said, smiling. I knew she was 
right though.

“I’ve known John and Erica for some time now. John is very much 
in love with her.”

“That’s cool then,” I said.

“Speaking of John,” Mom started. “He mentioned this morning that 
a few people saw what they thought was a faint light shining from 
the top of the old fire tower last night.”

Oh shit.

“Do you know anything about that?”

I turned my head to look out the side window so Mom couldn’t see 
my face. What we had done the previous night was incredibly 
stupid. We had been drinking and smoking weed in an old tower 
about eighty feet in the air. And then we had topped off the 
stupidity by having lights up there! Maybe we should have taken a 
flashing neon sign up there as well that said ‘Don’t pay any 
attention to us’.

Mr. Meyer was probably pissed. If one of us had gotten hurt, all 
hell would have broken loose. I really didn’t want Mom thinking I 
had done that. I should have been smarter than that.

I then answered her the only way I could without lying, “Last 
night? When I was at the Meyers’ house?”

Answering a question with a question was just like admitting 
guilt to Mom. Throwing in a little misdirection was just as bad. 
But other than invoking my right to not incriminate myself, which 
isn’t a right in Mom’s world, it was the best I could do. Lying 
would have just pissed her off.

“You were at the Meyers’ house the whole night?”

“I’m not sure how long we were there,” I said, prolonging the 
dance. I could only hope to tire her out. It had never worked 
before, but I was no quitter.

“No one was wearing a watch, huh?”

“Mine was locked in the car.” Which it was. I opened the glove 
box and pulled it out just for her benefit. I didn’t dare turn to 
look at her though. She knew how to read my face like a book.

She then said, “You know that would be a very dangerous thing to 
do, especially at night in the dark ... for whoever might have 
been involved. After all the structure may not be safe anymore.”

The dance was over. She was showing a slight sign of surrendering 
as well. A draw was the absolute best I could hope for. So, I 
nodded, keeping my mouth shut.

“Well, John checked it out this morning.”

I froze. I then heard a faint snort from the driver’s seat. Fuck! 
She had other moves to play. I was so screwed.

Mom continued, “He didn’t see any sign of someone having been up 
there. He figured it was just a reflection, or the lights from an 
airplane that they saw.”

I just kept my mouth closed and smiled. We both knew I had been 
busted though.

“Personally, I think it was a UFM.”

“A what?”

She cut her eyes at me smiling.

“Ha ha, Mom,” I exclaimed, exasperated. “An ‘Unidentified Flying 
Melissa’. That is so totally lame.”

“At least I’m not putting you on restriction.”

No fucking way! Who stole my old mother and left me with this ... 
cool mom? I did my best to suppress a smile. But it didn’t work. 
She just grinned at me.

“Remember our talk this morning?  When I said you’d freely do 
things that seem adventurous, many times not thinking about 
consequences?”

I hated her being right all the time.

“Promise me you won’t do that again.”

“I promise.”

She looked at my hands. I immediately became offended, “You were 
looking to see if I had my fingers crossed!”

She just looked ahead at the road, not daring to let me see her 
face.

“It was fun though,” I blurted out, smirking a little. 
“Especially seeing you with Mike and Jamie with Mrs. Walcott from 
up top.

She blushed slightly and glanced over at me with the same smirk. 
I knew she would have been up in that tower as well when she was 
my age. She knew I knew, too.

“You’re just jealous it was me instead of you up there,” I 
playfully smirked.

She glanced over, “Maybe when I was thirteen ...”

“A UFA maybe?” I teased her ... which actually made her blush 
even more!


******


After sitting in silence for a few minutes, I decided it was 
probably safe to ask Mom more about Mr. Meyer. Maybe I could get 
her mind off of his fire tower, and on the tower between his 
legs.

“Mom?”

“Yeah?”

“Did it hurt when Mr. Meyer fucked you?”

“Probably the best word for it is ‘uncomfortable’. While a pussy 
can be very accommodating, there are other internal organs that 
take exception to being pushed around quite so abruptly. There’s 
not a whole lot of spare room down there. I’m sure you understand 
that by now. What is fun about it is the combination of getting 
pleasure and a little pain at the same time.”

“Yeah,” I admitted embarrassingly. “I don’t think I’d want one 
that big.”

“I think you’d love to try it.”

“Probably ... at least once ... or twice.”

“Or more,” she snickered. I just cut my eyes at her.

“Daddy doesn’t get jealous? I mean, Daddy isn’t small, but Mr. 
Meyer makes everyone look small.”

“I asked him once. He said he doesn’t, but I suspect he does get 
a little jealous sometimes. Men tend to be like that. It’s a bit 
of an ego thing ... much like boob size is for women. I think you 
probably have an understanding of that, too.”

“Yeah,” I sighed.

“I was your size when I was your age. I know the feeling,” she 
said. “John is very impressive compared to your father. Erica is 
very impressive compared to me.”

“Mom, you’re very impressive compared to me.”

“I’m not that big. You’ll catch up to me before long. You might 
even be bigger.”

“Yeah, right,” I said derisively. She just smiled, shaking her 
head at my more than obvious obsession with my not so impressive 
breasts. I wasn’t sure they even qualified as breasts yet. It’s 
like an amusement park ride where you have to be at least a 
certain height. I just knew I would never make it onto anything 
other than the little kiddie rides. Pam’s bigger boobs are 
probably what got her into the orgy the previous night more than 
anything else.

It totally sucks when a cute thirteen year old girl can’t even 
make it into an orgy with a bunch of perverts. At least I had a 
life goal to shoot for.

Mom continued while I had my own silent pity party, “Anyway, as 
impressive as John is, there is no way I’d want him pounding me 
with that thing all the time. It’s fun once in a while, but I’d 
much prefer someone the size of your father on a regular basis. 
It’s called having too much of a good thing. Size isn’t 
everything, but it does figure into things.”

“So you like Daddy’s the best?”

“I love your father’s cock. Not so much for the size, but for who 
it is attached to,” she proudly said.

“So cool,” I said. “You picked a great husband.”

“He’d love to hear that from you.”

“I doubt he would want to hear me compliment his cock,” I 
snorted, giggling.

“You can be so silly.”

“He is rather impressive ... for a Daddy,” I giggled silly-like, 
just to tease her.

Mom rolled her eyes at me, but then smiled, “Your father holds 
his own quite well compared to most other men. He fits me 
perfectly.”

I wasn’t expecting that as a reply to my silliness! It was the 
oddest conversation I had ever had with Mom. I loved it!

“I hope I’ll have a husband like yours,” I more seriously said.

“I hope so, too,” she said, reaching over to pat my leg.


******


After sitting quietly for a short time, Mom finally broke the 
silence.

“I’m sorry about what happened last night. I let things get out 
of control.”

“You mean in the tent?” I replied.

“That, and earlier.”

“At the party?”

“It started there. I let things go too far.”

I was surprised she was bringing that up. Something was obviously 
bothering her.

“With Mr. Meyer?”

“I shouldn’t have taken ecstasy. I let John give it to me. It 
hadn’t been a problem in the past with your father there. This 
time he wasn’t, but Jamie was there.”

“What about Jamie?”

“I should’ve stayed sober so I could keep an eye on him. Instead, 
I encouraged things to go further than they should have.”

“I saw you kissing Jamie. It looked like you thought he was 
someone else.”

“I could claim that, but it would be a lie.”

“You gave him something.”

“A Viagra.”

“Why?”

“For a stupid reason. He couldn’t seem to get an erection. I knew 
he had just cum though, but I didn’t want him to get embarrassed. 
I thought it would help him the rest of the night.”

“I’m sure Mrs. Meyer would’ve had him going again rather 
quickly.”

“Probably, but I wasn’t thinking clearly by then. That happens 
after drinking for a while,” she purposely said to me. I 
definitely got the message.

I then asked, “When you kissed Jamie like you were ...”

“I could tell you that I was just trying to get him aroused 
again, but it wasn’t my only motivation.”

“You stopped him from touching you though.”

“Only because I came to my senses ... at least for that moment.”

“Would you have done more with Jamie?”

“I don’t think so, but I was getting high. I’d just taken the 
ecstasy. I obviously wasn’t thinking like I should.”

“Is that why you licked my butt, fingered, and kissed me? Because 
of the same ‘motivation’ you had with Jamie?”

“I did it because I was still high,” she said, avoiding the 
actual question. I wasn’t letting her off that easy though.

“What if you hadn’t been high?”

“Then I wouldn’t have done it.”

“Does that mean you didn’t want to?”

She was stumped for a few moments. She knew I had cornered her.

“You’re gonna make a great mother some day,” she said, wryly 
smiling at me.

“I think you’re a great mother now.”

“I’m not so sure about that today.”

“Why?”

“High or not, I shouldn’t have done what I did with you or 
Jamie.”

“Did you hear me complain?”

“You were pissed off,” she reminded me.

“I was pissed off that I had to take care of a problem that 
started at something I was excluded from.”

“It wasn’t really a problem though.”

“He would’ve had to go to the hospital,” I reminded her.

“If he did have priapism, then it wouldn’t have mattered what you 
did,” she confessed.

“What are you saying?” I asked, puzzled why she was telling me 
all of that.

“I took advantage of you.”

“I could’ve said no.”

“No, you couldn’t have. You wouldn’t have let your brother become 
injured. I used your sisterly devotion against you. I also abused 
your trust in me.”

I should have been seriously pissed off. But she had just come 
clean with me without my having to push for the truth. She knew 
she was wrong, and she wasn’t trying to hide it from me now. 
Instead of getting angry at how she had abused my trust, I felt 
proud of her for being forthcoming with the truth. I may never 
have found out otherwise. But regardless, she didn’t know Jamie 
didn’t have a medical problem going on. Having me get him to cum 
at least confirmed he didn’t when he went soft afterwards.

“You didn’t know he didn’t have ... pecker-pism or whatever you 
called it.”

“I did know. I got him hard on the way back from John and 
Erica’s.”

I was stunned. What was she telling me? Just this morning when 
waking up she told me that I saved her ass. I didn’t get it yet.

“You got him hard again? How?”

“The way I started trying when you were watching us.”

“Kissing?”

“And stroking him too.”

Whoa. I had seen her stroking his cock in the tent after she spat 
on it to supposedly get his cock lubricated for me. This was a 
different thing.

“You didn’t stroke him though when I was watching at the orgy,” I 
reminded her.

“Only because Erica’s mouth was in the way.”

“He looked like he enjoyed kissing and touching you,” I noted. “I 
bet he liked what you did on the way back to the tent, too.”

She didn’t reply to that, so I asked, “What made you do that?”

“Jamie dared me.”

“And you just did it?” I incredulously asked.

She sheepishly nodded.

“What did he say when he dared you?”

“He dared me to do what I started to do when I gave him the 
Viagra.”

“So, you kissed and jerked him off out in the open?”

“No one could see us at the time ... not on the path leading from 
the house. I thought he would go soft before we got back to the 
tent.”

“Then why didn’t you finish him off?”

“I was afraid somebody might see us if I took too long.” She 
shrugged her shoulders.

“And when he wasn’t going soft?”

“Like I said, I took advantage of you,” she stated. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh, my Gawd! You wanted to see us having sex? After you made out 
with him too!”

“Yes,” she embarrassingly replied.

“But I’m sure you have watched Jamie and me at home several 
times.”

Mom looked straight ahead and didn’t answer.

“And then you started licking me ...”

“I hadn’t specifically planned that, but I’d thought about it, 
and knew I might have the chance to do something.”

“And you took advantage of me.”

“Like I said, I’m sorry.”

“I’m not.”

She glanced over at me with a wry smile.

She had admitted to purposely doing something sexual with me. 
And, it was a whole lot more than my just rutting against Daddy!

I then said, “It felt great.”

“I’m good at it,” she boldly told me.

I wasn’t sure what to say next. This was something I had to 
digest first. On the one hand I was really pissed because Mom had 
tricked me into having sex with Jamie in front of her. I wasn’t 
sure if the part about Jamie daring her was true. I would find 
out from Jamie when I would question him sometime during the next 
couple of days. On the other hand it had felt good when she had 
licked my asshole.

But I felt even better because Mom had done something sexual with 
me, something she may have done with Sarah in the past. Perhaps 
when Sarah was riding Daddy, fucking him.

And come to think about it, Sarah and I had taken advantage of 
Daddy. Who was I to throw stones?

“Mom, I love you,” I said softly. “Thanks for doing it with me.”

She looked at me totally surprised.


******


“I want to ask you something,” Mom stated. “Since we’re talking 
...”

I was immediately apprehensive.

“Your father was taken advantage of a little over a week ago ... 
on the day of your first date with Peter.”

I knew she had to be fishing for information. There was no way 
Sarah would have ratted me out. I was certain Daddy told Mom 
everything he knew ... at least based on what Sarah had said to 
him during the blindfold game.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m just going to ask you straight out. Were you in the bedroom 
with Sarah when your father was blindfolded?”

I hesitated answering. It was an obvious one. So I just said, 
“Yes, ma’am.”

She was quiet for several minutes. I kept waiting for her to rip 
into me. She had to know I didn’t just watch. I had obviously 
stepped over the line. But then, she had licked my ass.

“I’m sorry,” I said, thinking that was the best thing to do at 
the time. I had taken advantaged of Daddy, just like she had done 
with me.

She then said, “Remember what I said the night you told me you’d 
done nothing wrong with your father on the couch?”

“Are you going to throw stones at me?” I boldly asked her in 
reply. “After what you did with me and Jamie last night?”

I couldn’t believe she was going to confront me with that! I had 
several big stones to throw if she was going to berate me about 
Daddy’s blindfold game. We would both come out of this losers.

“No, I’m not going to throw stones,” she plainly said. “We both 
went too far. Am I right?”

The way she said it wasn’t confrontational at all. It was 
actually friendly the way she asked.

“Am I right?” she asked again, still not sounding like she was 
mad or anything though.

I nodded. I then looked at her closely to see if she was pissed. 
If she was, I was going to lay into her about what I was sure she 
and Daddy had done with me at the blindfold game the very next 
day. She continued to surprise me though, and even beat me to my 
own punch.

“Your father and I went too far with you.”

“The next day at the Clarks?”

It was her turn to nod.

“So, that was Daddy rubbing on me?”

She winced as she said, “It was more me rubbing him on you.”

I couldn’t believe she just came out and admitted it to me. I 
didn’t even have to ask! I felt like I was in some kind of an 
alternate universe. Whatever it was, I hoped it wouldn’t stop.

“Something else I want you to know, Melissa.” It was my mother 
talking again. “Do you know why the game stopped even though you 
didn’t say the safe word?”

I looked at her surprised.

“I stopped it, Melissa. I stopped it because you were starting to 
fret. So I put an immediate stop to it.”

She then added softly, “As I said before, I have always watched 
out for you. I wanted you to have fun, but not get hurt.”

I was floored. The longer I talked to her the more I was 
beginning to see Mom in a completely different light. I was at a 
loss for words. “Thanks, Mom,” was all I could get out.

I thought for a moment, I didn’t want the conversation to stop.

“Mom, do you think you did anything wrong with me last night?”

She took a deep breath, “I can’t answer that until you answer 
this - Do you think I did anything wrong with you last night?”

“You called me ‘Mel’ last night. It was the first time ever,” I 
noted. I started to grin as I said, “If licking my butthole 
brought that on, then I think you did absolutely nothing wrong.”

“I distinctly remember saying ‘Mel’ BEFORE I licked your 
butthole,” she tried to say without smiling. She failed.

“You were drunk and high. You weren’t thinking straight” I 
playfully shot back.

“I knew what I was doing,” she calmly replied.

“I figured you were doing what you wanted to do,” I said 
approvingly.

She paused for a few seconds, “Seriously ... Mel,” she started. 
“Did I do anything wrong last night with you?”

“No,” I quickly told her. ”I would’ve said something then if you 
had.”

“Mel, did you fuck your father during the blindfold game with 
Sarah?”

She distinctively called me ‘Mel’ again. She wanted to talk as 
friends.

“Only Sarah did,” I said. “I thought about it though, but I knew 
I’d already gone too far.”

“Then whatever else you did, I’m okay with it,” she said. “But, 
Melissa, don’t go any further with your games with him.”

She distinctively said ‘Melissa’. I was quickly learning her 
code. It was obvious to both of us that our talks were always 
going to be complicated to some degree.

“Mom?” I said timidly. “Even with me sucking his cock for a 
minute before Sarah fucked him? Even with me sucking him clean 
after he fucked Sarah?”

She thought for a moment. Her jaw was set firmly. She was pissed. 
I watched her guardedly. I felt the atmosphere suddenly grow very 
tense. She clearly hadn’t known the details of what Sarah and I 
had done to Daddy.

“Melissa,” her voice was very dry. “Thanks for being honest with 
me. So I am giving you a free pass on this one. But I am giving 
you a good piece of advice as your Mom and as your friend.” She 
gave me a quick sideways glance. Her eyes were hard.

“Before you have sex with a married man, don’t assume but make 
sure his wife is really okay with it. And I mean really before. 
Even before you get naked. Or get him hard. Or whatever.”

“Because a jealous wife can get you killed?” I asked her 
anxiously.

“Or get you beaten up, cut up, or otherwise make you wish she had 
killed you.”

She swallowed hard. “And Melissa,” she paused for a second, “I 
will give you hell like you have never pictured hell before if I 
find out that your father’s cock has been in your pussy or in 
your ass. And don’t even wonder if I mean it. Because I do.”

I looked at her. Her lips were tightly pressed against each 
other.

“Your father and I tell each other everything. That is the basis 
of our trust in each other. And that is the basis of our love - 
complete openness and trust in each other - even if we have 
fucked up. So I will know right away if it happened.”

“So you are giving me holy hell, but not Daddy?” I said 
petulantly.

“Exactly right. Because I know that guys have a hard time 
thinking straight with a young pretty naked girl in their lap 
rubbing against their dick. And because I know that your father 
is not trying to have sex with you.

She momentarily paused, “Honey, you are your father’s darling 
daughter. It’s hard for him to tell you no about anything. You 
can be very persuasive when it comes to him.”

I knew she was right. I had used my nakedness as a ruse just last 
night to get Jennifer and Derek to join us.

“Promise that you will not fuck your daddy, Melissa?” Mom asked 
very insistently. “Promise me as your mother ... and friend.”

“I promise, Mom, and I promise, Andrea.”

“Thanks, Melissa and Mel, I appreciate that.” Mom smiled at me.

“Mom, when you were ... on the way back to the tent ... did you 
do anything else with Jamie?”

“I tried to get his cock down by jerking him off until he came, 
but it wasn’t working. He wasn’t going to cum so easily after 
cumming so many times earlier,” she said, and then paused 
momentarily. “I went no further than the line I’m now drawing for 
you and your father.”

We were both deep in thought. I couldn’t believe she so easily 
admitted to going beyond just touching with Jamie. There was one 
more thing I needed to find out.

“What about you and me ... as friends? You know, the things we 
did in the shower ... and what you did with me last night?” I 
asked her softly.

I could see her debating how to answer.

“Melissa, you have grown up so fast since summer vacation 
started. That has meant a lot of adjusting for me, too.” She 
paused.

“Mel, I am not sure how Andrea feels about doing things with you 
when she is sober. I need some time to think about it. Will you 
please give me that time? Right now I would like it very much if 
we would just talk and share with each other. No matter if I am 
talking to Melissa or Mel.”

She hesitated before continuing. “I am not making any promises. 
Let’s just see how things develop. Can you be okay with that?”

Suddenly she gave a short chuckle. “Plus when I think about it, 
Mel doesn’t suffer from a lack of male and female partners 
interested in having sex with her.”

I blushed. “It’s not because I need another partner ...”

Mom interrupted me. “I know, Mel. I had fun in the shower with 
you yesterday ... and last night in the tent ... licking your 
butthole.”

“And fingering my pussy?” I boldly asked.

“Yeah ...”

“And kissing me deeply ... playing with my breast?” I asked, my 
heart pounding in my chest.

“You’re a great kisser,” she replied.

“So you didn’t like playing with my teenie tiny boobie?” I 
playfully pouted.

“Oh, Gawd, Mel. You have so got to get over your breast size!” 
she shot back.

I turned sideways so that I was facing her better. We looked at 
each other momentarily with the same slight grins before she 
looked back at the road. Her grin was similar to the one she had 
given me when I had asked her if she wanted me to leave my 
bedroom door open so she could spy on me and Peter the night of 
our first date. It was amazing how much we could say to each 
other with just a quick glance.

She then looked back at me. I turned in my seat to look back at 
Jamie, and then again at Mom. She still had that slight grin. My 
mother had sucked her son’s cock. We both knew she had. I turned 
back in my seat and stared ahead, smiling. She reached over and 
brushed her hand through my hair, and left her hand on my 
shoulder.

“Andrea?”

“Yes?” she replied, sounding a little surprised I had used her 
name.

“Why did Jamie’s dick taste like it had been stuck in a swamp 
full of cum?”

She embarrassingly said, “I thought you might wonder why his cock 
tasted so clean after I ... well, you know. So I used what I had 
available.”

I looked at her wide-eyed. Had she let him fuck her? Had she 
already crossed that line with her son? But she interrupted me 
before I could reply, “I used my hand to get it on his cock, 
Mel.”

She had an apologetic look. I looked ahead at the road, not sure 
whether to be upset or admire her ingenuity.

I turned to look at her again, both of us smiling at the other. 
We actually were talking like I had always wanted. Not just as 
mother and daughter, but as best friends.

The wall between us was suddenly gone. I decided to take 
advantage of it.


******


“Mom, I’m glad that you were Peter’s first.”

She blushed. She was still getting used to being so open with me.

I then added, “Thanks for taking good care of him last year.”

I put my hand on her shoulder. “I mean it, Mom.”

She didn’t immediately say anything and just looked straight 
ahead at the road in front of us.

“Sounds like you and Peter have talked a lot,” she finally said.

“We have ... about a lot of things,” I said.

I paused for a few moments before pushing things further. With my 
hand still on her shoulder I continued to look at her.

“Thanks for being there with Peter during my first blindfold 
game,” I softly said. I waited a few second. Before she could say 
anything I told her, “I love you so much, Mom!”

We were both quiet. Mom was clearly outside her comfort zone. She 
couldn’t be sure what all I knew anymore. She knew both Peter and 
Sarah were talking about things with me, but she didn’t know how 
much they had told me.

Also, this involved not only her, but my now boyfriend. She 
finally cleared her throat and said barely audible, “I had to be 
there, I wanted to be sure you were okay with everything. And it 
looked like you were. Otherwise I would have put a stop to 
things.”

“I’m glad you let Peter lick and finger my pussy.”

Mom shook her head. “Oh shit, sounds like Peter isn’t keeping 
secrets anymore. You guys really talked, didn’t you?”

“Peter and I are a couple. What sense is there in being a couple 
if we cannot talk about everything. You and Daddy do, too.”

Mom grinned. “You don’t know how hard he fought his mom. He 
wanted to screw you so bad.” Then she asked me, “When did he tell 
you?”

“He told me when we were fucking last night. He even told me that 
you were sucking Mr. Clark to get him ready to fuck me.”

Mom blushed again. “Bob was so ready. I didn’t have to do much.”

I smiled at her. “I had a super orgasm imagining that. Peter had 
to cover my mouth or the entire campground would have come 
running to see who got killed.”

Mom laughed. “You are so bad, little one.”

“Look who’s talking about being bad,” I grinned. “After my 
blindfold game you took Peter home with you and wore him out 
while watching the video of it three times.”

She blushed, “You don’t seem to mind that your boyfriend and I 
are so well acquainted.”

“I don’t mind. It just means I have someone to compare notes 
with,” I smiled sweetly at her.

“The poor boy never had a chance.”

“That’s what he gets for hooking up with us Livingston girls,” I 
grinned. “Somehow though, I just don’t think he minds at all.”

“If he’s smart, he won’t,” she said, grinning back at me. “But 
how do you feel about sharing Peter with me?”

“It’s okay with me. We agreed that the adults were cool to keep 
playing with, and select friends.”

“I’m a little surprised. Most girls your age would go ballistic 
over the idea of sharing their boyfriend with others,” she said. 
“But then, you’re not like most girls ... in a very cool way.”

Mom looked straight ahead. She had a satisfied look to her. I 
think she was seriously beginning to like having a daughter just 
like her.

“Do you think we could do him together some time?” I asked, more 
to shock her, but also curious how she would answer.

Mom shook her head. “Melissa, really now.”

I grinned. She did shake her head, but her words were anything 
but a no.

“His birthday is this week ...”

“You really are serious?”

“Sure.”

“I need to think about that,” she replied. I saw the answer in 
her eyes, but she was obviously concerned about something. I 
could easily guess that something was me.


******


“Mom?”

“Yeah?”

“Is this how you and Sarah talk?”

She didn’t reply at first. I knew I was catching her off guard. 
We had talked enough about it earlier that morning that I thought 
she would be ready to talk about her more.

“You and Sarah aren’t keeping secrets from each other like you 
used to.”

“She’s my best friend,” I stated. “I like to think I’m her best 
friend as well.”

“You are,” she confidently stated. “You two remind me so much of 
when Colleen and I were growing up.”

“I can tell from the way she talks that the two of you have 
always been best friends.”

“I hope that happens with you and Sarah,” she replied. “Sarah is 
a great girl, just like her friend, Mel.”

She left me speechless for a short time. Then she said, “This is 
how Sarah and I talk.”

“Cool,” I sat back, smiling to myself.

She then added, “You don’t have to be jealous of her.”

“I’m not ... at least not anymore,” I happily told her.

She smiled at me, and then said, “There’s something Sarah and I 
share in common though that you don’t.”

“Yeah?”

“Neither one of us has a sibling.”

I scrunched my face as I thought about that.

“You have something I never did - a brother to grow up with. I’m 
not sure you know just how fortunate you are. I would’ve loved 
having an older brother ... or sister.”

She paused for a minute. “And not just because it might have been 
fun to have had sex with him or her.”

“I always thought Mrs. Clark was your sister.”

“In a big way, we were like sisters. But it’s not the same,” she 
said. “You and Jamie have a tie that can’t ever be broken. You’ll 
always be sister and brother.”

I thought about that for a few moments. She was right. I was very 
lucky.

“Mom, you don’t have to be jealous of Mrs. Clark or Mrs. Thomas 
either.

“Cool,” she replied, affectionately mocking me. I smiled at her 
while shaking my head and rolling my eyes.

I then said, “I guess you guys really liked watching me and 
Sarah.”

“Who wouldn’t?” she seriously asked. “You both are beautiful and 
very sexual girls.”

“I wish I could watch you like you’ve watched me.”

“We could find some ways ...” she teased.

“Like the webcam you and Daddy used to watch me, Jamie, and Sarah 
with?” I asked, beaming at her.

She quickly turned to look at me. Her mouth started to open, but 
then she couldn’t seem to find the words to respond with. I think 
it was then that it dawned on her that she was busted, as far as 
the webcam was concerned.

“That’s one way, I suppose,” she finally said, blushing. Watching 
her blush was usually a rare treat for me, but not today! She 
then asked, “How did you find out?”

I then told her about standing off to the side and checking out 
the webcam software they were using before I turned the power 
strip off, ‘pulling the plug’ on their show because of low 
ratings. She pretended to be insulted at my critique of their 
‘after show’ performance.

“Seriously, Mom. You were giving Daddy a world class blowjob, and 
all Daddy did was chat with Mr. Clark.”

“Okay, so ... it wasn’t one of our best moments,” she conceded.

“It’s cool. I’m just fucking with you. But, I think it would be 
cool sometime to spy on you while you were with someone.”

“Oh, you think so, huh?”

“Sure. You and Daddy obviously had fun spying on us.”

“You put on a great show, but you knew you were performing for an 
audience,” she replied.

“Yeah, but I thought it was just the Clarks at the time.”

“I should’ve known you’d do your own investigation.”

“When did you guys start webcamming?”

“Your father bought ours earlier this month.”

“Do you and Daddy use it very much?”

“Not very often. Hopefully when your father’s job settles down 
some, we’ll have more time to play on it.”

“Can I use it some time?”

“Uh, well, we’ll see. Remember, you are thirteen, and anything 
you do involving nudity or sex would be very illegal if 
discovered.”

“Too young again,” I feigned frustration.

“I’ll help you set something up ... with someone we can all 
trust.”

“You’re pretty cool, Mom.”

“You’re not so bad, either,” she replied.

“But I’ll have a really cool nickname, unlike some parents I 
know,” I playfully berated her.

“Are you making fun of our nickname?”

“Mother, really. ‘CamCouple’?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.

She knew it was a dorky nickname. She just smiled at me.

“And the Clarks weren’t any better with ‘NudeAtHome’. And the 
Walcott’s lame - ‘NaughtyTeachers’,” I said, snickering.

“Those were rather ... bad,” she admitted.

I had a quick thought. It was a feeling I thought I should just 
go with. I immediately decided there wasn’t going to be a better 
time to do this. We had never talked like this before. Never. So, 
I went for it, not even considering the consequences.

“You should’ve used ‘Cara Cream’,” I said. “We could come up with 
a cool name for Daddy.”

I looked toward Mom. She had a horrified look on her face. She 
then quickly turned her head to look back at Jamie. He was still 
plugged into his iPod. From that reaction alone, I figured that 
Jamie didn’t know anything. She quickly looked back at the road, 
not saying anything.

“Mom?” I carefully called to her.

She turned to look at me. A tear was running down her cheek. She 
was still speechless though. Oh shit.

“Mrs. Thomas told me,” I said, to break the silence.

“What did she tell you?” she asked, almost crying.

“She told me everything about the ...” I paused, glancing back at 
Jamie for a moment. “... the movies you did. She told me about 
herself, too.”

She reached up to wipe away the tears that were now coming from 
both eyes.

“Mom, it’s okay. No one else knows!” I quickly said, trying to 
calm her down. I knew she would be surprised I was aware of her 
alter ego, but I hadn’t expected her to freak out like that.

“No one?” she struggled to ask.

“I swear, no one else knows.”

She turned back to look at the road. I got her a tissue out of 
her purse and handed it to her.

“It’s cool, Mom. Don’t be upset. I’m cool with it.”

She took a deep breath, attempting to regain her composure, 
“We’re almost home. I want to talk to you alone after we get 
there.”

I reached over and put my hand on her leg, trying to reassure her 
I wasn’t upset about her past. However, I knew she felt very 
haunted by it right then.


(continued in chapter 33)

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