She looked at me and put her hand over mine as she continued, “But, I can’t change the past,” she said, looking back and forth between my sister and I, “so we have to accept the fact it happened and deal with it now.”
I began to brace myself for what I knew she was going to say. It would be humiliating and embarrassing for me to sit there and endure this, and I prayed that she would choose her words wisely to save me from the shame that was about to rain all over me. Mom began her explanation by telling me she took my sister out of the house as quickly as she could so they could talk ‘woman to woman’ about what my sister saw and what she heard.
They went to a local coffee boutique where my mother told Linda how she found their panties in my room and how I admitted I was using them to fuel my masturbatory habits. She told me she went into a fair amount of detail with my sister, even describing what happened when I helped her with the laundry and how excited I was to see and touch all their panties as we were doing the wash. Mom told my sister how she didn’t want me to feel guilty or self-conscious about my panty attraction, telling Linda she told me I could use their panties to masturbate.
I sat dumbfounded while she told me she explained to Linda how she watched me masturbate and how it affected her, telling my sister she was happy that I was getting some much needed sexual release without forcing me into risky behavior with others.
As if she was trying to defend herself, she looked and me, saying, “It was an easy decision to make.” She said. “No one would get any diseases or get pregnant.” Then looking over at my sister, she said, “It was safer for him to live out his panty fetish at home rather than do something stupid outside the house where he might get caught. There’s a supply of lingerie here, and well… it just seemed to be a logical answer to the problem.” Then she went on with her story, reciting more of what she told my sister last night.
Mom told her that she got turned on watching me jerk myself and how she was flashing back to things from her past and then the next thing she knew, she was encouraging me and edging me on, feeding both our excitement, until finally it got so bad that things happened between she and I and neither one of us could stop it.
My sister sat there and listened to my mom tell me what happened, having heard it all, herself, last night. Every now and then, she looked over at me, sometimes smiling and sometimes with a straight face. My face was beet red most of the time, utterly humiliated at being the subject of such an intimate discussion.
Continuing, Mom related to me how she told Linda she helped me discover more about my lingerie fetish by helping me try on both hers and my sister’s lingerie which understandably left my penis needing some release. She didn’t apologize for anything, but restated the agreement mom and dad made years ago about our sexual development and assisting us. She did reiterate, looking right at my sister, that she and I hadn’t had ‘vaginal intercourse’, so she hadn’t done anything to break that agreement, either.
After that, the rest of her explanation was easy, at least for her it was. Although not completely true, Mom told Linda I wanted to experience being fully dressed like a girl, so that’s how I came to be dressed in her panties, bra, knee highs and skirt. Fortunately, she left out a bunch of things, including having her fingers up my butt, having my cock up her butt, sucking and licking each other wildly like we did, and of course, the strap-on.
Mom called my name and I looked up at her. “Bobby, your sister wasn’t upset with anything I told her last night. She wasn’t revolted or shocked and told me she wouldn’t say anything to anyone. The whole time, she was completely understanding. She even told me you could try on some of her clothes and she would look through her lingerie to give you some bras and panties to try out. Isn’t that nice of her to do that?” She asked.
I looked at my sister. I expected to see her sitting there with a shit eating grin on her face, but, remarkably, she wasn’t. Instead, there was a look of understanding and compassion in her eyes. “Bobby,” my sister said, “you might think this sounds weird, but, I really don’t find it that crazy. I think we all have thoughts about outlandish sexual fantasies we would want to try if we had the courage to.”
“Oh,” I replied, “and what outlandish fantasies did you have the courage to try?” I asked, knowing full well that question would trip her up.
“Okay,” she answered, “since we’re all spilling our guts here….. I’ve had sex with another girl,” she said, “in fact, I’ve been with two girls as the same time.”
My mother almost choked on her coffee. Her eyes got big and her eyebrows rose way up. “You have?” Mom asked.
“Uh huh,” My sister replied. “It happened while I was at school last year. And despite what you might think, it was a beautiful experience and I would do it again.”
I looked back and forth between my sister and my mom to see their reactions. Personally, I thought it was pretty damn hot knowing my sister was into girls. After a few seconds, my mom put down her coffee cup. “Linda, believe it or not, I’ve been with a girl, too,” mom said, “and it was a beautiful thing for me, also.”
“Mom!” Linda exclaimed. “Really? You’ve had sex with a girl?”
“Yes, really.” My mom answered. “Just one, though. You’ve got me beat with two.”
They laughed between themselves, leaving me out of the joke. That is, until Linda added “Then I might as well really blow your mind and tell you I’ve had sex with two guys at once, too.” She covered her face with her hands, I guess to prepare herself for some condemnation, but she wasn’t going to hear that from me!
“You have?” My mom replied in an excited voice? “Uh huh.” My sister said softly.
“You mean you had sex with two guys at the same time, or, does that mean you’ve had two guys inside you at the same time?” My mom asked.
Seeing that my mom wasn’t mad, my sister proudly confessed, saying “Both. I mean the three of us were playing around and I got on top of one of the guys and then the other one got behind me….. and uh, put it in my….. you know. They call that DP, I guess.”
“Yes,” my mother answered, “I know what it is.” My mother looked at her and then asked, “Please tell me you’re on some kind of birth control.”
“I am,” she said, “I went to the Student Health Center and they gave me a prescription. Lot’s of girls do that.”
My mom sat back in her chair and looked at both of us. After a minute, she started to smile and reached over to pat my sister’s hand, saying “Well, I’m glad you told me.”
Linda turned to me and said, “What about you, little brother? What more have you done that’s outlandish? Have you been with a guy or two guys?” She laughed.
“No,” I said sternly, “I haven’t been with any guys.”
“Well, come on, Bobby, have you been with two girls?” She said, trying to push me to match her outlandish escapades.
“No” I said. “I haven’t been with any girls.” I felt embarrassed after I said it. I was an eighteen year old virgin and not exactly proud of it, especially after hearing that my sister had sex with not only one girl, but two girls and also had sex with two guys at once.
“You’re a virgin?” She asked.
“Okay, okay, okay.” My mom interrupted putting an end to the questioning. “Bobby, it’s just fine that you’re a virgin. There’s no contest here, dear.”
But, my sister persisted with her questioning. “But you’ve had oral sex, right?” She asked. “You know… a blow job?”
“Yes, Miss Smarty Pants,” I replied snottily, “I’ve had a blow job.”
She looked at me and squinted her eyes, trying to stare me down. “No you haven’t, you liar!” She said. “You didn’t even have a girlfriend last year at school. You told me that yourself. So who would have sucked you off?” She asked.
There was no way I could answer that. How was I supposed to tell Linda with my mom sitting right there that my own mother had sucked my cock? Sure, we could sit here and talk about stuff, but, I wasn’t going to incriminate my mother after she had been so wonderful to me.
“Hah!” Linda exclaimed. “I knew you were lying.”
“No he’s not, Linda.” My mother said. She held her hand up, propping up her elbow on the table saying, “I’m the one. I gave him a blow job.”
“You!” Linda asked. “You gave HIM a blow job?” Pointing at me.
“Yes.” My mother admitted. “More than once, too.”
I blushed while my mother sat there with a straight face, looking back at my sister. The look on Linda’s face was priceless. This was the trump of all trumps, I thought. But, how could my mother admit to my sister so easily that she had sucked my cock?
Finally, Linda asked our mother, “And did you, like…. uh, you know….. let him, finish?”
“Absolutely.” Mother answered. “You might as well know that right now. Your brother has a very nice size penis and I’ve sucked it many times and let him cum in my mouth. So, get off your brother’s case now. It’s no big deal he’s a virgin, and that’s the end of that.”