Her Mother's Secret

a novel

 

© 2026 by S.W. Blayde

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.

 

Chapter 1

With the car lights turned off, the blackness of the night shrouded the dark brown car, making it virtually invisible from the road. Parked in a clearing among tall, leafy trees, only an errant foot on the brake pedal would give them away. But with Juno and Davy sitting in the back seat, there was no chance of that happening.

Parked in their special place, the car had all four windows rolled down to let in the warm, late summer breeze that rustled the leaves above them. But it wasn't the outside temperature that heated Juno Mason's body. It was the boy's tongue teasing her lips, lips she hadn't yet succumbed to parting. As Davy's tongue brushed the sensitive skin, a thrill swept through her young body like a tornado. Her heart quickened as her breathing paused in anticipation. The high school senior had only been experiencing French kissing for the last three weeks and it had gotten better each time. When her hormones finally encouraged her lips to part and the tip of his tongue contacted hers, it was an electric jolt. All resistance gave way. Juno grabbed the back of Davy's shirt as her tongue frantically lashed at his.

It hadn't been that long ago that she had even allowed a boy to press his lips to hers. Closed mouth, of course. And then three weeks ago, she had let her guard down when Davy Bloodstone professed his love for her in the back seat of this very same car. She had melted in his arms and her lips parted. Once their tongues touched, she had known she would do it again. And here she was, once again in the back seat of his car with her mouth open and her tongue thrashing like a dropped firehose.

Juno clutched the back of Davy's shirt in both fists as she pulled him against her quivering body. Her mother had trained her to be in control with boys, not to let them do nasty things to her, but there was something about Davy's tongue inside her mouth that released a passion she could not explain. Unconsciously, her leg flew over Davy's thigh as she tried to make their bodies one. A primeval mating move that women had done since the beginning.

They only paused the kiss long enough for Juno to catch her breath and wipe the spittle off her chin. Juno's mouth hung open each time as she panted and gasped for air, her eyes glazed, her shoulders rising and falling with each deep breath. And when she was ready, their mouths were once again glued together with her tongue frantically attacking his. Juno didn't want the kiss to ever end. But stop it did when she suddenly jerked her head back. She grabbed Davy's forearm and yanked his hand off her breast.

"Don't!" she shouted.

"Don't what?"

"Don't touch me there."

"Didn't you like it?"

"No, it's wrong. Take me home."

"Oh, come on, it's early."

Juno scooted on the seat until her back was pressed to the side of the car. She crossed her arms, pushing up her small breasts. "Take me home. I mean it. Now."

Davy had seen that look on her face before and knew arguing wasn't going to do any good. He begrudgingly climbed out of the back of the car and returned to the driver's seat where he waited. Fuming in the back, Juno was slower to move, but she was soon sitting up front in the passenger seat.

"Are you sure?" Davy asked with his fingers pinching the key in the ignition.

"Take me home."

Davy started the car and backed out of the wooded area they had discovered. Their secret place. They drove to her house in silence with Juno mostly gazing out the side window. When they pulled up to the front of her house, Juno was out of the car before Davy even turned the ignition off. He jumped from the car and chased her onto the front porch where he grabbed her arm to keep her from digging into her purse for her house key.

"I'm sorry," Davy said. "It's just that I love you so much."

The boy's pout melted Juno's heart. She had overreacted again and now the date was ruined.

"It's okay," she said with her head lowered, wishing she had acted differently in the car. They could have still been there, kissing and loving each other. Now she would have to wait another whole week.

With a finger underneath her chin, Davy lifted Juno's face. His smile was warm. She felt better and returned the smile. When he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, Juno's mouth willingly opened to received his tongue. Once again, her arms wrapped around him and she grabbed the back of his shirt. Davy's hands were on her back as they passionately kissed under the glow of the porch light. And then his hands slid down her back to her hips where he pulled her lower body against his. Engrossed in the passionate kiss, at first Juno hadn't noticed his hands had moved to her butt. When she did, she was about to pull back and scold him. But the porch light went out.

Startled, both of them separated and jumped away from the other. And then the light turned back on.

"You must have a loose wire," Davy said. "You better tell your father to get it fixed."

Davy leaned in for another kiss, but Juno placed a hand on his chest to hold him back. Her eyes darted to the window before returning to Davy.

"I better go in," Juno said. "Thanks for the date. It was great."

Before Davy could say anything, Juno rushed to the front door and turned the knob. Sure enough, it was unlocked. She quickly went into the house to find her mother waiting with her hands on her hips.

"What were you two doing out there?" her mother asked with a scowl.

"Just saying goodnight."

"How many times have I told you that a good girl doesn't kiss like that."

"All my friends do."

"If all your friends used drugs, would you?"

"Ma, they don't."

"Juno, I brought you up to be a good girl. Maybe it's that boy. Maybe you shouldn't see him anymore."

"Ma, he lov— Davy likes me. And I like him."

"He's not good for you. I saw what he did."

"It was only a kiss."

"It was more than a simple kiss. That kind of kiss leads to other things. And I saw where his hands were."

"Ma, that was an accident. They were on my hips and ended up there. I was going to tell him that when you turned off the light."

"Well, it's a good thing I did. Who knows what would have happened?"

"Aw, Ma, you're so old-fashioned."

"Look, young lady, I have more experience than you in these matters. I know what's best for you. You have to trust me and do what I say. I know what I'm talking about. I was your age once, you know."

You were never my age, Juno thought, but bit her lower lip.

"I'm going to bed," Juno said. She gave her mother a peck on the cheek. "Good night, Ma."

Juno rushed to her bedroom and caught herself before she slammed the door. She took a deep breath and let the air out. Then she closed the door with no more than a click. She went to her bed and sat on the side, cupping her face in her hands.

Why did I overreact? Juno thought. So what if he touched my breast? All boys try to do that. He said he was sorry and wouldn't do it again. I could have stayed and we could have kissed more. I really like Davy. And I like kissing him. Why did I tell him to take me home? I'm such a jerk.

The soft knock on Juno's door caused her to look up. "Come in."

The door opened and her mother entered the room.

Now what?

"Honey," her mother said, "don't be mad at me."

"I'm not mad at you."

"You are. I know you better than you know yourself. And I know how that boy makes you feel. I'm just trying to protect you."

"I can't live in a bubble, damn it!" The frustration of the night erupted before Juno could hold back her outburst.

Her mother's eyes widened, but she ignored her daughter's language. "I'm not asking you to live in a bubble. I know the urges teenage girls have."

"Ma!"

"I told you, I was your age once so I know. I'm trying to protect you from making a mistake a lot of girls your age make. Boys are after one thing, and when then get it they, uh, change their minds about the girl."

"Davy's not like that. He said he loves me."

"That's what they all say. That's how they get you to do what they want."

"Not Davy. He really loves me."

"Then why doesn't he respect you?"

"He does."

"If he wants to do things to you before you're married, he doesn't respect you."

"Aw, Ma, you're so old-fashioned."

"If believing in marriage is old-fashioned, then I'm old-fashioned. The bond between a husband and wife should be special. Sacred."

"Yeah, yeah, they told us that in Sunday school."

Her mother jabbed a finger in Juno's face. "Watch your tone with me, young lady." Then her mother's face softened. "I'm not talking about the Bible. I don't give a rat's ass about what all those almighty preachers say. You know I'm not religious. This has nothing to do with the Bible. It has to do with the way a girl should act. It's about self-respect. It's about true love and it's about a husband and wife and trust. If more people believed that there wouldn't be so much divorce."

"I'm not talking about marrying Davy. Not yet, anyway."

"But you're thinking about doing with him what a wife does with a husband."

"Ma, you don't understand. I get these feelings when I'm with him."

"And those feelings are what's going to get you into trouble. I didn't put you on the pill for you to have sex. I did it just in case."

"Ma!"

"Don't 'Ma' me. I know about teenage hormones. I know how you feel sometimes. Maybe if you masturbated more you would have more control."

Juno's face turned red from her forehead all the way to the top of her breasts. Her mouth hung open.

"That's right," her mother said, "I know you masturbate. I do the laundry, you know. I wash your panties."

Juno's face burned even hotter. She cupped it in both hands, wishing she could crawl into a hole. Her mother pulled her hands away from her face.

"Juno, I'm not scolding you. You should masturbate. That's the only way you will control your urges."

"I can't believe we're having this conversation."

"Why shouldn't we talk about it? I'm your mother looking out for your best interest. As usual, your father is away on his business trip. He's gone all but one week a month. Since he's never here, it's my responsibility to raise you properly. Even when he's here he's not here. So think about what I said."

Her mother walked to the door, stopped, and looked over her shoulder. "And you're grounded for two weeks because of what I saw on the porch."

Her mother closed the door behind her.

What had her mother seen? They hadn't done anything her friends didn't do. What was wrong with French kissing? So what if Davy put his hands on her backside? Imagine if her mother knew that he had touched her breast in the car. She'd be grounded forever. But grounded for two weeks in the summer was forever when there was no school. It was so not fair. Her mother was a prude and she was teaching Juno to be one too.

 

Chapter 2

Bored out of her mind, Juno constantly shifted on her bed, ending up lying in the reverse direction. Her butt was near the pillows and her straight legs were raised high with the heels pressed to the wall. The novel she had been reading lay next to her and her hands were clasped behind her head with her elbows out to the sides. She stared at the ceiling. Grounded for nearly two weeks, she had one more day to go. Her grounding began on a Saturday so she assumed tomorrow was the last day, the second Saturday.

The two weeks had been hell. She had been grounded before, but those times were during the school year when she had been required to go to school. That took up most of the day and allowed her to be with her friends. But these past two weeks she was all alone. And to top it off, she wasn't able to go out with Davy last Saturday and will miss a date with him tomorrow as well.

Thoughts of Davy sent shivers through her body. She missed him so much. She wished she could be in the back seat of his car, in his arms with his tongue inside her mouth. Juno closed her eyes and moved her tongue, imagining she was with him. A familiar tingle shot between her legs. Juno clamped her thighs together, but then her hand cupped her pussy over her pajama bottoms. She squeezed. The tingling increased twofold. But then her hand flew away as if she had touched burning coal and she swung her legs over her head in a backward somersault and rolled so that she was lying the correct way on the bed.

My panties are getting wet, she thought. Ma will know I masturbated. I know she said I should, but, eww, she'll know.

Juno was still shocked that her mother had been so nonchalant about masturbating. So much so that Juno wondered if her mother did it. After all, her father was away on business most of the time. Three out of four weeks each month. But even when he was home Juno didn't see much affection between them. The girl's eyebrows furrowed as she tried to remember the last time she saw her parents holding hands. She couldn't. They didn't even kiss. Not in front of her anyway. It would be different with the man she married. Someone like Davy.

That brought her thoughts back to Davy and her hand returned to her crotch. She squeezed her pussy once more before pulling her hand away. She had never allowed Davy to touch her there, but when she was alone in her bedroom after their date she would rub her clitoris while thinking about him doing it. Juno's mother had been correct about her masturbating, but not about her panties. They got wet in the back seat of Davy's car from kissing with their tongues and the times she thought about them doing it.

With her hand now inside the panties and a finger rubbing her clitoris side to side, Juno wondered if it would feel different if Davy were doing it to her. The thought made her roll onto her belly and hump her hand. She bounced on the mattress, her ass rising and crashing back down, driving her vulva and especially her clitoris into her hand. If sex felt anything as good as this she didn't know how much longer she'd be able to resist doing more with Davy. Juno grabbed the pillow with her free hand and dragged it to her mouth. She bit down on the pillow and smothered her face in it just in time to muffle her scream as she exploded in an orgasm.

Rolling onto her back and breathing hard, Juno whispered in a dreamy voice, "Oh, Davy, you do love me, don't you?"

Juno snickered. Wait until Ma does the laundry. My panties are drenched. She told me to masturbate, didn't she? Hope she likes it.

Luxuriating in the afterglow of her orgasm and thinking of Davy, Juno's tranquility was disturbed by her mother's shouting voice.

"Juno, dinner!"

Juno checked the time. It was early. What the hell? But she didn't have anything else to do, and she surely didn't want to upset her mother with tomorrow being the last day of her grounding, so she swung her legs to the side, jumped out of bed, and trudged downstairs to the eating area next to the kitchen.

Her mother scowled at her. "You're still in your pajamas."

"Been like this all day. Why get dressed when there's nowhere to go."

"You're going to Lizzy's."

The name of Juno's best friend got her attention.

"Lizzy's? What do you mean?"

"Today is your sleepover Friday. Did you forget? You sleep over there every other Friday and today is one of those Fridays."

"I can do that? I'm not grounded anymore?"

"Oh, you're still grounded, young lady. I said two weeks and it will be two full weeks. But I'm punishing you, not Lizzy. She loves your sleepovers."

"But I haven't spoken to her. I wasn't allowed to use my phone."

"I spoke to her mother. They know you're coming. That's why we're eating early. So hurry up and eat and then get out of those pajamas. And do something about your hair."

Juno gobbled down her dinner, feeling energetic for the first time in almost two weeks. She was being released from prison, even though the reprieve was only for the rest of the day and night. And she was already planning how to extend her visit with her friend tomorrow morning. Juno couldn't believe her mother made the exception, but was grateful for her doing so. Maybe her mother wasn't so bad after all.

After dinner, Juno rushed to her bedroom and took a quick shower. She realized she hadn't showered in a couple of days. There wasn't time to wash her hair, but her mother was right. She had neglected it and it was a mess. Juno paid the price when she forced the brush through her tangled hair. When she was done, there was a lot more hair on the brush than when she had begun. Then she dressed and hurriedly packed the overnight bag she always brought to Lizzy's house every other Friday.

Juno was tempted to sneak out of the house afraid her mother might change her mind, but she knew that would be a mistake. Her mother had always stressed honesty and, if she realized Juno had left without saying goodbye, she might assume Juno was up to something and call Lizzy's house to order her home. Juno went into the kitchen and then the living room in search of her mother, but she was nowhere to be found. Scratching her head, Juno went to the master bedroom and, sure enough, her mother was there. It seemed she had also taken a shower. But unlike Juno, who had put on a tee-shirt and shorts, her mother had slipped on an almost see-through nightgown. She was sitting in front of the mirror on the wall over her dresser brushing her hair.

"Mom, I'm going," Juno said.

Her mother turned her head and looked at her daughter. She smiled. "You look a lot better." But the smile disappeared as she jabbed the hairbrush at her daughter and said, "And remember, you're still grounded. You can sleep over, but that's all. No going out, if you know what I mean."

Juno knew exactly what her mother meant. She wasn't to see Davy. Wasn't to call him. But it wasn't the time to argue. She needed to make her escape. Juno said a hurried, "Okay, bye," and made a dash down the stairs to the front door not giving her mother time to change her mind. Once outside, enjoying the unexpected freedom, she almost ran to the end of the street. Only then did she take it slower for the block and a half walk to her best friend's house.

After a quick hello to Lizzy's mother, the two girls disappeared into Lizzy's bedroom.

"I didn't think you'd be here today," Lizzy said.

"Me either. Glad your mom called mine."

"My mother didn't call. Yours did."

"Really? Wow! I wonder why."

"She was probably sick of you being home. Wanted you out of the house."

"Yeah, that sounds like my mother. She's so hard to live with."

"Why were you grounded anyway?"

"She caught me and Davy kissing."

"So?"

"So we were tongue kissing."

"How else would you kiss?"

Juno hung her head and shook it, feeling the exasperation she had been living with. She looked back up. "Exactly. My mother is a prude and she wants me to be one too. She probably hasn't been laid since I was conceived."

"Juno! Oh, my god! I can't believe you said that!" Lizzy giggled. "But it's funny. Sometimes I hear my parents doing it. My father grunting and my mother shushing him. It's gross. I cover my head with my pillow until they're done."

"That's just it. My father is hardly ever home and when he is I don't hear them doing it. I don't even see them kissing or cuddling. My mother is a prude. But I'm not going to be like her."

"Then don't be."

"But my mother—"

Juno's mouth snapped shut when Lizzy started bouncing on the bed. "Hey, you don't know what happened to that stuck-up bitch Jennifer."

Accustomed to her best friend changing the subject without warning, and grateful that she no longer had to talk about her mother, Juno said, "No, tell me."

The two spoke for nearly two hours with Lizzy filling her friend in on all the happenings and gossip she missed while grounded. It was the knock on the bedroom door that caused them to finally stop talking.

"Girls," Lizzy's mother said through the door, "we're turning in. You should get ready for bed so you don't disturb us. Good night."

Lizzy stared at her friend and then slapped both hands over her mouth to hold back her laugh.

"What's the matter?" a confused Juno asked in a whisper.

"They're probably gonna do it."

"No way!"

"Way."

"Oh gross. But we better do what your mother said." Juno looked around the room. "Oh shit!"

"What?"

"I forgot my overnight bag. I was in such a hurry to get out of the house that I forgot it. I need to go home and get it."

"You can borrow one of my pajamas."

"Yeah, like they'll fit. I'm a lot bigger than you. And I need my toothbrush, fresh panties, and other stuff. Don't worry, I'll run home, sneak into the house, get my bag, and leave. My mother won't ever know I was there."

Juno snuck out of Lizzy's house as quietly as possible, not wanting Lizzy's mother to know that she was leaving. But as nerve-wracking as that was, it didn't compare to how she felt opening the door to her house. If her mother caught her, Juno didn't know what the consequence would be. Would her mother have a change of heart and tell her that she couldn't go back to Lizzy's house?

She opened the door and stuck her head inside. The lights were on so her mother hadn't gone to sleep. She was probably in the living room watching television, but Juno didn't hear the television. Maybe her mother was in the kitchen. Juno would have to pass both to go to the stairs leading to the bedrooms on the second floor.

Juno closed the door as quietly as possible. The click sounded like a gunshot. She held her breath with her hand still on the doorknob and the other flat against the door as she strained to hear her mother. But the house was silent. She tiptoed toward the staircase, peeking into the kitchen and living room before passing them. Her mother wasn't there. She climbed the stairs as quietly as possible and headed to her bedroom. She stopped before going inside. She heard a noise.

Her heart thumped. She held her breath. Her ears perked.

It came from down the hallway. Where her mother's bedroom was. Juno could go into her bedroom, grab the overnight bag, and flee the house with her mother none the wiser. But the noise had sounded like grunting.

Juno fought the urge to investigate. She was so close to retrieving her overnight bag and escaping undiscovered. But just then she heard it again. A grunt. And it didn't sound like her mother. Not knowing gnawed at her. With her back pressed to the wall, she hugged it as she tiptoed to the far end of the hallway. The closer she got, the louder the noise. What the hell was it?

As she neared her mother's bedroom, Juno noticed the closed door. Had her mother fallen asleep and was having a nightmare? Juno waited outside the closed door and listened. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. Her breaths were short and rapid. She again heard the grunting.

But then she heard something else.

"Oh, god, yes!" her mother shouted. "So good. Almost there. Keep— Oh, god! Oh, god!"

Confused and curious, and without thinking, Juno turned the doorknob and inched the door open only enough to peek inside. She gasped and slapped her free hand over her mouth, unable to move. She stared at the butt of a naked man between her mother's spread legs, at his swinging testicles and his stiff cock plowing in and out of her mother's hairy pussy. Her mother's hands were on his back, holding on tight as her hips humped up to meet his thrusts.

"Oh, god! Oh, god!" her mother shouted.

And then her mother's legs flew into the air and wrapped around the man's waist with her ankles locked. Her fingernails dug into his flesh, leaving red marks. She stopped moving with her legs squeezing the man and her ass off the mattress. The man paused with his dick buried inside her.

"Now!" her mother shouted. "Oh, god, now!"

The man must have been waiting for that because he thrust in and out of her with lightning speed as his butt cheeks clenched. He only did it a few times before her mother's leglock on him tightened and her arms hooked around his neck. She shuddered, hanging like that for a few moments before her ankles separated and her legs and arms slid off him and crashed to the mattress.

The man had paused, but now he resumed, really ramming into her unmoving body. He kept grunting, like the grunts Juno had heard earlier, except louder and more frequent. And then with his cock buried all the way inside her mother, he threw his head back. His butt cheeks clenched. And he moaned. Or was it a groan? And then he dropped onto his forearms, panting, almost wheezing, before pulling out and rolling onto his back next to her mother.

Juno gasped when she saw the man's face. Shit, it was Mr. Wilson, her Math teacher from last year. And she gasped again when the white cream oozed from her mother's hair-lined, gaping pussy.

Juno bolted from the partially open door and ran down the hallway. All she wanted to do was get out of there as fast as possible. But she came to a screeching stop at the top of the stairs. Once again, she forgot her overnight bag. She spun around and ducked into her bedroom, snatched the overnight bag, and ran out. Juno sprinted down the stairs to the front door with no thought of being quiet. All she wanted was to escape, to get the hell out of there. She closed the front door and ran to the end of the street where she stopped to catch her breath. Doubled over, she took a few deep breaths and then ran the rest of the way to Lizzy's house with the disgusting images of what she had seen stuck in her mind.

 

Chapter 3

Juno's mother was leaning against the kitchen counter with arms crossed. For the last minute or two, she had been glowering at her daughter eating breakfast. The rage grew inside her until she finally lifted her foot and stomped it hard.

"Enough already!" her mother shouted.

Juno jumped at what sounded like a cannon in the silent room. She looked at her mother for an instant, but her eyes immediately retreated to her plate.

"You don't talk to me anymore," her mother said more in a pleading voice than an angry one. "You, you— It's like I don't exist. You deserved the grounding. I would do it again. Stop acting like a child and talk to me."

A week had passed since Juno discovered her mother having sex with her last year's Math teacher. That horrible sight had made Juno uncomfortable being in the same room with her. Even the same house. As soon as her grounding had ended, Juno found every opportunity to be somewhere else. But, unavoidably, there were times they were together. Like now.

Without looking up from her plate of scrambled eggs, Juno said, "I have nothing to talk about."

"We used to talk. Now you shut me out of your life. What did I do that was so bad?"

Juno's head shot up and she scowled at her mother, but she held her hurtful words back behind clenched teeth and returned to staring at her plate. She couldn't tell her mother that she had seen her having sex with Mr. Wilson. Not that she didn't want to. What her mother had done was reprehensible. So Juno's rage had built up day after day until she couldn't stand to look at her mother. Her mother had cheated on her father. And her mother was a hypocrite. Why had Juno allowed her mother to convince her that it was wrong to even kiss a boy? Juno couldn't wait for her date tonight with Davy. No longer was she going to listen to the bullshit spewed by her hypocritical mother.

"Well?" her mother asked, tapping the toe of her slipper on the floor.

Juno shuffled the remaining eggs on her plate around with her fork. "I have a lot on my mind."

"That's no answer."

Juno's head shot up and she glared at her mother with a defiance she had never known. One that her mother had never seen. "That's all the answer you're going to get. That's how I feel."

She jumped from the chair, ran to her bedroom, and slammed the door. Anticipating a fight, she waited for her mother to scream at her for not clearing her dishes. And, of course, for slamming the door. With fingers curled in tight fists, jaw clenched, and heart pounding so hard she thought it would burst, a trembling Juno stood in the middle of her bedroom staring at the doorknob. Daring it to turn. Waiting for her mother to appear. That might have been the fuse to unleash the torrent of words Juno had been holding back. But it never happened. She was left alone in her bedroom, seething with no release.

When Juno cooled off, she plopped down on the side of the bed and cupped her face in her hands. What was she going to do? Lizzy had also mentioned that she was different lately, but Juno couldn't even tell her best friend what she had seen. Not being able to let out her feelings was building up in her. She was afraid she was going to explode.

Juno had never been close to her father. He was hardly ever home and, when he was, he didn't spend time with her. She thought about it and realized she had never had a father/daughter relationship with him like her friends had with their fathers. Or any relationship for that matter. He was almost a stranger to her. But her mother was different. Growing up, her mother was her best friend. They'd laugh together, do schoolwork together, do everything together. Until Juno reached puberty. Then her mother changed. She became critical of things Juno did and was always lecturing her. And when Juno started dating, it got worse. That drove them apart. But nothing like the past week. Juno couldn't stomach her mother now.

Juno moped in her bedroom. Davy worked during the day on Saturdays and Lizzy was off somewhere with her family. Juno didn't want to see any of her other friends. Lately, sometimes she didn't even want to see Lizzy. She hated keeping secrets from her best friend, but she couldn't tell what she had seen. So having the awful secret sometimes made being with Lizzy unbearable.

Knock. Knock.

Juno jumped when she heard the tapping on her bedroom door.

"What?" an irritated Juno asked.

"It's lunchtime," her mother said from behind the door.

Juno checked the time. Holy shit! It was already time for lunch.

"I'm not hungry."

"You have to eat."

Juno's growling stomach took her mother's side. She hated that her mother was right. "Okay, be right down."

When Juno entered the kitchen, she was itching for a fight. And then she saw her mother preparing lunch, not even having asked Juno what she wanted. That was it! Juno would show her. But when Juno saw the cheese crisp, her rebellion was smothered like a blanket thrown over a flame. She loved cheese crisps. Derailed, she dropped into her seat and waited for her mother to serve her.

They ate in silence until her mother asked, "Where are you going with Davy?"

"A movie," Juno said without looking up.

"And then?"

And then I'm going to fuck him like you fucked Mr. Wilson! That's what Juno wanted to shout out. But she held it back.

"Just hang out," Juno said.

"I hope you learned your lesson about how a girl should behave."

Juno dropped her hands to her lap and clenched them into fists under the table. She wanted to scream. Her fists tightened as she thought, You sure did teach me how a girl should behave. You fucking hypocrite. But she bit her tongue.

"Well?" her mother asked in that tone Juno hated.

"I did. You taught me good."

After lunch, Juno snuck out of the house without a word. She knew her mother would hate that, always wanting to know where she was going and who she was with. But Juno didn't know where she was going, and she wasn't going to be with anyone. She just needed to get away from her mother. She couldn't risk getting into a fight and not be allowed to go on her date, but she couldn't spend another minute in the same house as her mother.

Juno wandered aimlessly until ending up in a park. She strolled to a bench by the playground and sat on the end that was shaded by a big tree. Her thoughts drifted from her mother to the children playing and screaming. Planting her elbows on her knees, Juno leaned forward and cupped her chin in her hands. Life had been so much simpler when she was younger.

Thump.

Juno sat up straight and her head spun at the sound. A young woman with her brown hair pulled back into a ponytail had dropped a large diaper bag on the bench. She plopped down between the bag and Juno.

"Mind if I share some of your shade?" the woman asked.

"No, of course not," Juno said as she automatically scooted toward the very edge of the bench when the woman's hip bumped hers.

The woman stared at Juno, then scanned the children playing, and then she turned back to Juno. "Don't tell me one of these rug rats is yours."

"Oh, my god, no!"

The woman burst out laughing. "Yeah, I feel like that sometimes. Take it from me, have some fun before a kid ties you down."

Juno studied the woman. She couldn't have been much older than her. "One of them is yours?"

"Two."

"What!"

The woman laughed again. Even more heartily. "Yeah, I get that a lot. But it's not that I can't keep my legs closed. I hit the twins lottery. The two boys dressed the same in the sandbox are mine."

A few minutes of silence followed as the two watched the twins play, and then the woman said, "Penny for your thoughts."

Juno turned to the woman. "Huh?"

"You don't have kids here. What were you thinking about watching mine?"

"Oh, I wasn't— I was, um, I, um— I was thinking of my mother."

The woman chuckled. "Don't tell me she wants to be a grandmother."

"No! Just the opposite."

"Aha, so it's about boys. It's always about boys with our mothers."

That wasn't at all what Juno had been thinking about. She was still bewildered about her mother cheating on her father. And angry. She couldn't even talk to Lizzy about it. No way was she going to tell this stranger.

"I gotta go," Juno said as she jumped up. "Nice talking to you."

Before the woman could reply, Juno dashed off. When she got home, she snuck into the house and tiptoed to her bedroom without confronting her mother, but fretted that she hadn't gotten away with it. She waited with a knot in her stomach, but her mother didn't knock on her door or call her. Had she gotten away with it?

After showering for her date, Juno sat on the edge of the bathtub with her back against the tiled wall and shaved her legs. Her mother had taught her to do that when she reached puberty. But it wasn't until Juno had seen the other girls in the school shower that she discovered they also shaved their pubic areas. The sight of her mother's spread legs with Mr. Wilson's cock inside her hairy pussy told Juno all she needed to know as to why her mother had only mentioned her legs.

Juno squeezed out some shaving gel and, starting at her belly button, lathered her pubic area and labia, feeling the prickly stubbles. Shame suddenly filled her. Not for shaving her privates, she did that every few days when she shaved her legs, but because of the reason she wanted to do it today. She wanted it smooth to the touch because she hoped Davy would touch it. Or maybe even see it. Tonight was the start of a new life for Juno. She was going to ignore her mother's hypocritical teachings.

With her legs spread, Juno doubled over and watched each razor stroke leave her skin bare. The pubic area was quick, easier to do than her legs, but she was more cautious shaving the labia. She had to stretch the skin and make sure not to nick the inner lips. And the crease where it met her thigh was always tricky. To shave the hard to reach part that was lower, she had to place a foot on the edge of the bathtub and bend over further. Once done, she rinsed the area and brushed her fingertips over the smooth skin. A moment of excitement passed through her body. Would Davy's touch feel different than her own? And then she frowned. Did she have the nerve to actually go through with it?

After she was dried off, Juno put on a clean bra and pair of panties and then a pink tank top and black skirt. She stared at herself in the mirror, twirling right and left, watching the flared skirt flap around her smooth legs, wishing it was shorter. The skirt would give Davy easy access to her privates.

Juno slapped her forehead with the palm of her hand. You dummy, I can't wear a skirt. Mom would want to know why.

Juno replaced the skirt with a pair of black shorts. Now she looked like she always did when she went out with Davy. She again fretted over whether her mother knew she had left the house earlier without telling her and, when her mother called her to dinner, the knot formed in her belly again. Had she really gotten away with leaving the house earlier? Was her preparation for her date pointless? But when she sat at the table and her mother didn't ask where she had gone earlier, Juno let out the air held in her lungs with a long sigh. The tension inside her was finally released.

Well, partly released. Juno still had to make it through dinner. But her mother seemed to have sensed her unwillingness to talk and they ate mostly in silence. Her mother didn't even pester her about her date with Davy. The normal drilling didn't occur. Juno was thankful for that. Her fuse was short and the last thing she wanted was to explode and not be able to go on her date. She made it through dinner without an argument and even helped clean up the dishes without being told.

Later, when Davy picked Juno up, the two smiled when she opened the door. But the changed look on his face caused her to twist around. Her mother was standing outside the living room with her arms crossed and feet shoulder width apart. No smile was on her face. More a scowl.

"Ma, we're leaving," Juno shouted with a wave and quickly went outside and closed the door.

"Your mother doesn't like me," Davy said.

"Forget her. She's a bitch. Let's go."

They walked to the car and got in. When Davy was seated behind the steering wheel and turned the car on, Juno placed a hand on his forearm.

"Let's not go to the movies," Juno said.

Davy's face sank. "You don't want to go out?"

"Can we just go park?"

"Just park?! Are you sure?"

"Never been more sure."

"What if your mother asks you about the movie?"

"I'll tell her we went parking instead."

Fear filled Davy's face. "She'll kill me! She'll never let me see you again."

"Don't worry. Things are different now. I know things I didn't know before."

"What things?"

"Doesn't matter. Look, if you don't want to go parking, I'll go back into the house."

"No! No!"

Davy slammed on the gas pedal, lurching the car into the street. Thankfully there were no other cars. He hadn't even bothered to look. Juno gripped the first things her hands found and clamped her eyes shut, holding her breath. But when the car slowed down, she opened her tightly clenched eyes and saw they were driving safely. She released a sigh and sat back in the seat, subconsciously tugging on the seatbelt to tighten it.

When they arrived at their parking area, it wasn't quite dark yet so it was easier for Davy to maneuver the car through the trees. Soon they were in their spot with the engine turned off. Juno didn't wait to be asked. She jumped out of the car and climbed into the back seat. Davy hadn't moved until the sound of the second door slamming echoed in the trees. Then he was next to her in a flash.

"You seem different," Davy said.

"I am."

"What's up?"

"I hope you."

Juno smiled at Davy's confused expression. She placed a hand flat on his groin.

Davy jumped. "Juno!"

She pulled her hand away and giggled. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No. It's just— You never did that before."

Juno's bottom lip stuck out. In a little girl's voice, she asked, "Did poor little me do something wrong?"

"No. It's just, you know."

Juno's bravado was all on the outside. Inside, she trembled like the innocent, naïve girl she was. "Then kiss me and maybe I'll do it again."

Davy looked completely lost. He sat there stunned, immobile, with his mouth hanging open. Juno didn't wait for him. She cupped both of his cheeks and leaned in for a kiss. Their lips didn't meet. His mouth was still open. So Juno opened her mouth as wide as his so their lips touched and thrust her tongue into his mouth. That was new for her. His tongue had always been inside her mouth. She liked being in charge and wiggled her tongue until it awoke his. When it did, it was like turning on a light switch. Davy flung his arms around Juno and shoved his tongue into her mouth. Hers followed and soon they were on familiar grounds. The kiss was as passionate as they had ever kissed.

The kiss lasted for over two minutes before Davy pulled back for air. He swiped his tongue over a wet bottom lip, wiped his chin, gulped in a lungful of air, and then smashed his mouth back against Juno's. Their tongues flapped wildly against one another's.

Tongue kissing always turned Juno on, but the passion Davy was showing was beyond anything she had experienced before. She wanted him to do more than kiss her, but other than clawing her back, that's all Davy did. She also wanted to touch is dick again. It was the first time she had ever touched one, but it happened so fast she couldn't remember what it had felt like. But the bravado Juno had disappeared somewhat and she was afraid to do it. So she placed her hand on Davy's thigh and left it there.

Juno hadn't known what to expect by putting her hand on Davy's thigh. What she had wanted was for him to pull it onto his dick. That's all the encouragement she needed to really touch him there. But Davy didn't do that. He moved one of his hands from her back to her shoulder. What the hell was that for?

Juno's instinct told her that it was a critical moment. A now-or-never one. She removed her hand from his thigh and covered the hand on her shoulder with it. Mustering the courage she didn't really have, she closed her fingers around his hand and dragged it to her breast. She felt Davy's automatic reflex to pull away, but she gripped his hand tighter and pressed it against her breast and held it there.

Davy's tongue stopped moving. Why? Juno was in unchartered territory. Was she supposed to do what she had done? Why wasn't Davy fondling her breast? He had tried to touch her there in the past, but she had always swatted his hand away. And she had always gotten mad.

But all thoughts of her doing something wrong vanished when Davy's fingers curled around her breast and squeezed. However, Juno grabbed his forearm and yanked his hand off her breast.

"I–I thought you wanted me to do it," a shocked Davy said.

"I did. I do." Juno fought the urge to rub her bruised breast. "But it hurt. I don't think it's supposed to hurt."

"Okay, I won't do it again."

"No, I want you to. Just don't do it so hard. Okay?"

Davy's eyes widened. "Do you really want me to?"

"Yes. I told you, I'm not listening to my mother anymore."

"What's that mean?"

Frustrated, Juno said louder than she had intended, "Never mind! C'mon, try again!"

Davy sat paralyzed. Then he said, "With you looking at me?"

The night wasn't going as Juno had planned. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to Davy's. This time she didn't shove her tongue into his mouth. She waited. In no time, Davy's tongue slipped through her parted lips to find hers. They kissed passionately before Davy's hand was on her breast again. But just barely touching it. True, he had hurt her before, but there had to be more to a boy touching a girl's breast than just having his hand on it.

While kissing, Juno lifted the bottom of her tank top and grabbed Davy's hand. Once again, he misunderstood and pulled it away. But Juno held on tight and guided it underneath the bottom of her tank top. When his hand touched her bare belly, Juno gasped. A thousand tingles swept through her body. That's what she expected to feel, and her pussy clenched in response. But when she removed her hand, Davy's hand remained still. Juno waited, but Davy just sat there with his hand on her bare belly. Juno pulled away from the kiss and stared at Davy's face in the darkness.

"Aren't you going to touch my breast?" she asked.

"You said I hurt you."

"That's because you squeezed it too hard."

"Okay."

Davy pulled his hand out from underneath Juno's tank top and laid his palm on her breast over the top. That wasn't what Juno had wanted. Why the hell did Davy think she put his hand underneath her tank top? Boys! a disgusted and frustrated Juno thought. But it went from bad to worse. Now that they weren't kissing, they awkwardly stared at one another with his unmoving hand on her breast over her shirt.

Juno let out a frustrated sigh and placed her hand on top of Davy's. She wasn't exactly sure what he should do. Sometimes when masturbating she would touch a breast, but that hadn't added much enjoyment. But she knew boys felt up girls and girls liked it so she wanted it done to her. With her hand on top of Davy's, she pressed down on his fingers. It was his hand on her breast, but she was the one squeezing it so it was disappointing to say the least.

"C'mon, Davy, do it. I want you to."

A tentative Davy gently squeezed. Juno waited for tingling or something else, like when his hand had touched her bare belly, but—nothing! She remembered the passionate screams coming from her mother when Mr. Wilson had sex with her. Why wasn't she screaming? Why didn't she feel like screaming? Maybe she was frigid.

Thoughts about her mother and former Math teacher having sex filled her mind. She hated having seen it, but now wished she had seen more. There had to be more to it than Davy's fingers opening and closing on her breast like a mechanical hand. When she had spied on her mother they were fucking. Maybe people make too big a deal about squeezing a breast. All Juno knew was that she was disappointed and bored. There had to be more to it.

Juno cupped the back of Davy's head with her left hand. She pulled his mouth to hers as she leaned in for a kiss. When Davy didn't respond, she poked his lips with her tongue. That had the effect of priming the pump. Davy's tongue was soon inside her mouth with their tongues thrashing. Juno's heart fluttered. This was more like it. This was the passion she desired.

They kissed for a while with their heads moving and their lips flattened, and then Davy's fingers came alive and tightened on her breast. She winced. He again squeezed too hard. Juno grabbed his wrist with her right hand and pulled his hand off her breast. Davy's tongue stopped moving, but when Juno's became even more active, he returned to kissing her passionately.

Juno held Davy's hand against her hip. She considered putting it underneath her tank top again, but that failed miserably the last time. She dragged his hand to the outside of her thigh and then moved it to the inside, now on the sensitive skin below the shorts leg. The tingling returned. That was more like it. Pausing only a moment to boost her courage, she then dragged his hand between her legs, placing it so the palm cupped her groin. Davy's tongue once again stopped, but when Juno applied pressure to the back of his hand, his tongue went into overdrive.

Juno moved her hand off Davy's. She did it at a snail's pace, ready to grab his hand and put it back if he were to move it away, but Davy's hand remained between her legs. It felt good there. He was touching her pussy. That was exciting. Juno clenched her vagina muscles and desperately wanted to thrust her hips. But his hand wasn't moving or doing anything. It just lay there. So Juno did the only thing she could think of doing. She placed her hand on Davy's crotch. She was surprised to feel a hard cock, but once the shock wore off it excited her. She pressed down on the cock with the heel of her palm and squeezed it with her fingers.

She waited for Davy to do the same to her, but his hand didn't move. She humped her hips, again trying to prime the pump, but still nothing. His tongue wasn't moving as fast either. But he was moaning and his hips humped. And then the hand that was between her legs flew onto the back of her hand that was squeezing his hard cock. He pressed down and, with his feet planted on the floor of the car, Davy lifted his ass off the car seat. He crashed back down and humped like he was possessed. And then his body jerked a couple of times before going limp. Juno felt moisture on her hand and jerked it away to see the wet spot to the left of the jeans zipper near the top. She automatically wiped her hand on Davy's jeans and then sat back, staring at him. He was breathing hard.

Davy's eyes fluttered open and looked around before settling on Juno's face. "Wow," he said, "that was great."

Juno waited, but Davy simply sat there breathing hard with a dumb grin on his face. He liked what she had done, so why hadn't she liked what he had done? What had he done? He hurt her breast and did nothing between her legs. The only thing she had liked was the kissing. Once again, the word frigid came to mind. Was she destined not to enjoy sex?

"I think we should go home," Davy said.

"What!"

"Yeah, I'm kind of tired. C'mon, let's get in the front. I'll drive you home."

The ride to Juno's house was in silence. She was fuming. Nothing that night turned out the way she had hoped. When Davy pulled the car to the curb in front of her house, Juno didn't wait. She jumped out of the car and stomped to the front door like she was on a mission. Davy, running after her, caught up to her as she was putting the key into the lock. He placed a hand on her shoulder and spun her around. Juno's first instinct was to slug him, but she kept her fist at her side.

Davy leaned down for a kiss, but Juno shoved him back, turned around, and opened the door. She slammed it in his face.

Her mother ran out of the living room and stopped in her tracks when she saw Juno. "You're home early."

"Yeah, I'm tired. Going to bed."

Juno climbed the stairs two at a time, flew into her bedroom, flicked the door shut, and dived face first onto the bed. With her face buried in her hands, she bawled until there were no more tears.

 

Chapter 4

After her disastrous date with Davy, Juno hadn't even bothered to change her clothes. In her distraught state, she tossed and turned on her bed, too agitated to lie still. Her grandiose expectations of that night had fallen flat. At a loss to why, she was confused and didn't know what to do. Maybe having sex wasn't what she had thought it would be. Maybe everyone who whispered in secret about sex was lying. It had to be that. It couldn't be her.

When it was time to go to sleep, Juno stripped down to her panties, put on pajamas, and washed up. But sleep did not come. With sex on her mind, she could not stop recalling the sights and sounds of her mother with Mr. Wilson. Juno had seen it with her own eyes. It wasn't people whispering about sex. Juno had witnessed her mother enjoying sex. But what she had seen and heard still haunted her. What her mother had done was reprehensible. She clamped her eyes shut and pressed her hands to her ears, but those images and sounds didn't go away. She hated having seen it, but now she wished she had seen more.

Juno sprang up and slapped the mattress. That's how I'll learn!

As if a load had been lifted, she fell asleep.

***

Juno bid her time until she could carry out her plan. Not patiently, though. Each day seemed like a week. Her father came home for his weekly "visit," but Juno had little interaction with him. Not that she expected any or even minded. Her mother had little to say to her as well. That didn't bother Juno either. She spent as much time with Lizzy as possible. Davy was a problem. He kept asking her out and she kept saying no. It wasn't that she didn't want to go out with Davy, it's just that she wasn't ready. She had to be more informed before she parked with him again. No way was she going to repeat the disaster of the last time they went out.

Her father finally left for his three weeks on the road. Now the days seemed to drag even slower as Juno counted them down to Friday, her sleepover at Lizzy's. But that day finally arrived.

Juno packed an overnight bag like she always did the second and fourth Fridays of the month and went downstairs for dinner as if it were a normal sleepover night. Her mother was humming in the kitchen. When Juno's father was home, her mother was always edgy. Then, when he left, she'd be much more relaxed the rest of the month. But only now that Juno was more observant did she realize that her mother was bubbly on the sleepover Fridays. And Juno knew why.

Dinner was pleasant and Juno even got a kiss on the cheek when she left for Lizzy's. "Have fun," her mother said. "And be good. I don't want to hear from Mrs. Bunder that you were trouble. See you tomorrow. Have fun."

A short while later, both Juno and Lizzy sat cross-legged on her friend's bed.

"Why don't you want to sleep over?" a pouting Lizzy asked.

"Just this one time. I have something to do."

"What?"

Juno hesitated. "I, um, I can't tell you."

"We don't have secrets. We're best friends."

"It's not a secret. It's, um, it's something about my mother. Even she doesn't know."

"That's stupid!"

"It's something I gotta do. You'll back me up, right? You'll tell your mom that I went home because I wasn't feeling well."

"If you want me to."

"I do."

"But why? I want you to stay. We only get to do this two times a month."

"We'll only miss it this one time. Make believe I'm grounded."

"Yeah, we just missed one because you were grounded. And now again." Lizzy sighed. "But, okay, I'll do it for you. Only because it's you."

"Go check on your parents," Juno said. "See if the coast is clear."

Lizzy got out of bed and left the bedroom. She was gone for a short time, but it felt like an eternity to Juno. Lizzy finally returned.

"They aren't downstairs," Lizzy said. "Their bedroom door is closed. Probably watching TV there or reading. Or who knows what my mom and dad are doing." Lizzy shivered. "Yuck! Why do you keep making me think about that? Anyway, the coast is clear."