Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

Smiling through my tears and only able to see her as a blur, I officially came out to my Mother. "Well Mom, in case you had any lingering doubts. I like girls too."

"Only girls?" Mom asked, clearly digging deeper without obviously digging deeper.

"Yes, only girls. I've accepted that I'm a lesbian, have been one for over a week now, but I was too scared to tell you," I admitted.

"Why? Not the lesbian part, of course that's okay with me, but the scared part."

"I just thought you were already a single Mother having to raise a problem child on your own, so the last thing you needed was to learn your innocent daughter was a lesbian." "Honey, I love everything about you. You know that, right?" Mom asked, her tone both heartfelt and concerned.

"Oh Mom, I know you do! I know you love me and it was a silly insecurity, but I only learned who I am very recently, and all I really know so far is that I don't know anything at all," I explained.

"I understand, dear," she said, before adding with a sad smile, attempting to lighten the heavy mood, "I too have only recently learned something basic about myself and I don't know anything either."

"Touché," I quipped back, before adding, "It's ok, Mom. If you need your daughter's permission to do anything at all, I'll make official. You are hereby allowed to have sex with men or women or anyone you want." I waved my right arm around vaguely in some sort of blessing.

"With my daughter's friend?" Mom asked, mortified by her recent actions.

"Well, that's not the most orthodox choice, but you really had no choice. Karen is utterly irresistible, and you can take that from me," I comforted her with the truth.

"And to be treated like a, like a, like a...." Mom couldn't even finish the sentence.

"It's ok, Mom. I'm a sub, too. If anyone can understand your doing that, I can."

"But I'm your Mother!" she exclaimed, still trying to cover herself with guilt for her unmotherly actions.

"I know. But I'm an adult," I pointed out.

"I do my best to forget that." Mom smiled. "It's tough seeing you grow up and not need me anymore."

"Oh Mom," I said, giving her a close hug, "I'll always need you."

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After a silence, Mom asked, "Well, now what?"

"Well, first of all, no more secrets for either of us," I suggested. "Please?"

"Agreed," Mom concurred.

"Can I suggest something?"

"Sure, honey."

"You should go talk to Megan," I suggested.

"Ms. Cameron?"

"Yes, my first Mistress, my real Mistress," I said and took a while to tell Mom everything that had transpired the past week and a half.

Once I had finished, Mom was silent before she finally said, "I don't even know what to say, sweetheart."

"You don't have to say anything, Mom, you just have to support me. I just need to know you're on my side."

"Of course, honey," she softly replied, "it's just this has been a lot to digest in one day. Both my own predicament as well as learning my daughter is gay."

"I know, Mom," I replied. Looking at the clock, I freaked out. "Shoot, I'm supposed to meet Ashley in twenty minutes and I haven't even started getting ready!" "Well, what can I do?"

"Drive me?" I asked.

"Of course, honey," she chuckled.

"Huh? What could be ha ha funny about any of this?"

"When the day started if someone would have told me I'd be driving my daughter on a date tonight that would have surprised me. That it was a date with another girl would have surprised me even more. Yet, after all that has happened today... why the heck not? How can anything be a problem now? Except... sweetheart, do you really forgive me? You don't hate me? You looked so cold..."

"I'm so sorry for that, Mom, you're right, I must have. I was just so shocked to see you like that and hear your story, and especially so ashamed for my part for doing that to you I just didn't know what to say! I didn't want to get blamed for it but I knew I deserved to! But I never stopped loving you, even if I couldn't show it, and I do love you, Mom! The question is, can you ever forgive me?"