A small drip of pre-cum swelled out of the tip of her cock. Janine swiped it up with her index finger and plunged the salty liquid into her mouth, moaning and sucking on the finger. She always loved the taste of her own cum. It turned her on just to taste it. As she did this, she felt a wild streak run through her. The taste of her cum always excited her and made her wild. She decided to act boldly. She moved down and started to stroke her cock again and as she did this she shoved another finger, her middle finger, deep into her ass. The abrupt action was a bit painful and Janine bit her lip and moaned as she started to stroke the slick, wet inside of her asshole. She was stroking hard now and she felt like she was about to cum. She opened her mouth, hoping she was horny enough to shoot her cum all the way to her mouth.
“Mom, I forgot to ask what time we were going to Dad’s…” She heard a voice say and Janine quickly turned and looked at the door. Roseanna was standing in front of her in her pajama pants and band t-shirt, staring wide-eyed as her mother stroked her cock and push her fingers into her ass, “Nevermind,” the girl said after a minute and then quickly ran out of the room. Janine felt her cock quickly go limp and she pulled her fingers out of her asshole. She lay on her bed for a moment and her mind was reeling. She had no idea what she needed to do. Her mind was jumbled from the pleasure she had been feeling and her daughter’s sudden appearance had only increased it. All she knew was that her greatest fear had been realized. One of her daughters and learned her greatest secret. She was terrified she had lost one or all of her children’s affections forever.
Suddenly, she sprang into action. She felt like crying but she wouldn’t let herself do it. There was too much to do. She quickly picked her pajama pants up off of the floor and slipped them on. She frantically searched around her bed until she found her tank top. She put it on quickly, realized that it was on backwards and fixed it, and then rushed barefoot out of her room. The hallway was quiet and all of the doors were closed and the lights behind them were off. This was a good sign. It meant that Roseanna had run to her room in the attic, rather than to one of her sister’s rooms. Janine walked down the hall and up the stairs to the attic.
She was not surprised to find that the door was closed and that the light behind the door was on. Janine stood outside of the door for a moment and tried to think. She didn’t know what she was supposed to do. This was not the sort of thing that happened in a normal family and she had no guide as to what she was going to say to her daughter. She decided she would just knock on the door and do what she could as the moments passed. She knocked on the door. And nothing happened. She stood for a few moments and then she knocked again, a little harder this time.
“Who is it?” a voice asked which was high and nervous, not the voice that Roseanna normally used, instead the voice she used when she was a scared little girl.
“It’s your mother,” Janine said through the door, putting her face almost against the wood.
“Really?” Roseanna said sarcastically and angrily from behind the door and Janine winced as though she had been punched in the gut. “Sorry,” the voice said shortly thereafter.
“It’s okay. It’s very confusing. Can I come in?” Janine asked, holding tears back with a Herculean effort. Roseanna didn’t answer, but suddenly the door opened and a thin sliver of light leaks out of the room and splashed across Janine’s face. She sighed a bit, it is a start. She heard a patter and when she opened the door fully, she saw that Roseanna has quickly run back to her bed and pulled her covers up to her chin.
Roseanna’s room was a strange place, even to Janine. The girl liked to keep the room very dark and despite the fact that the little attic room had four windows on three different walls, she kept them closed. There were red and black curtains hung all over the room and the floor was hardwood and stained a dark brown color. The only furniture was a large, queen sized bed, a desk, a set of drawers, an end table, a wooden chair, and a floor lamp with a yellow bulb. The overheard lamp with the ceiling fan had only a black light in the socket.
The floor lamp was on as Janine entered. Roseanna was framed by the posts of her elegant bed and covered by her blood red comforter. The girl’s eyes looked huge and confused. Janine walked carefully over to the bed and she felt Roseanna looking at her and it made her blush. She felt like she was still naked with her cock hard and her fingers in her ass. She could tell that Roseanna was thinking the same thing. Janine moved more quickly and grabbed the chair from the corner and set it next to Roseanna’s bed and sat down and looked at her daughter.
They were silent for a while and they both felt the tension mounting. Janine didn’t know what to say but she felt it was up to her to begin, “I want you to know that I love you and your sister’s more than anything in the world,” she said and felt a tear roll down her cheek and onto the red comforter.
“I love you too… Mom,” the girl said. Janine looked up and smiled. She saw her daughter’s smiling face looking at her and they hugged. Janine knew that this was not over, but she knew that her daughter still loved her and she knew she could deal with whatever else came.
“I am sorry if I scared you,” Janine said, feeling guilty about the trauma she had put her child through.
“No… I don’t know,” Roseanna said, “I am not really scared. I guess. Just confused. I mean…”
“I am your mother, I am a woman, I was born a boy with all boy parts but I have been a woman since I was born. I have looked like this since I was sixteen years old,” she said, throwing the words out so fast that they felt like they were falling over themselves. She didn’t realize how much tension her secret caused her until they came falling out of her mouth.
“But you can’t be…” Roseanna started.
“I am really and truly your parent,” Janine explained and Roseanna seemed to instantly grasp what this means.
“Who is Dad?” She asked next. Janine hadn’t expected this question next, but realized that it naturally led to where they were going.
“He is the brother of your birth mother,” Janine explained. It was so hard to talk about. Janine had only ever loved one person in her life, “she died when Tera was being born. Her name was Ella. I loved her very much.” Janine said and she wanted to cry. It was horrible to have loved someone the way she loved Ella and then been compelled to keep her entire existence a secret for 18 year.
“Who was she?”