Mommy dearest

My name is Julia, and that is all you need to know about that. This is a pretty messed up story about one crazy summer of sexual awakening.
I had what amounted to a break up fight with my boyfriend, Johnny, after I told the grease ball that I believed I was pregnant. The fuckhead took off and I would not see him again. I went home, straight to bed, and cried. My mom, Patricia, came home and found me in a puddle of my own tears. I told her everything. I told her about my suspicions about the pregnancy. She was mad at me because I was barely going to be nineteen. The next day she took me to a clinic to see if I was pregnant. Turned out I was not pregnant.
I was still broken up over Johnny, that bum.
Mom dropped me off at home and went to work. She was working as an apartment manager and we lived there at the complex. Ny dad was a drug addicted loser who was in and out of jail. Mom left his ass when I was twelve, and we moved to a new town and began life anew.
Of course I was that screwed up rebellious teenager in these stereotypical stories.? I ran the streets, hung out with the wrong crowd, smoked dope. Mom tried to rein me in, but I wasn’t having it. Ultimately, after high school, I did calm down. I was going to community college and had even got a job at the food court at the mall. Then Johnny, and well I already took you there, so why go back?
Mom came home and found me devastated, and sat with me trying her best to comfort me. She never wanted to say a negative thing about my dad, but then she told me why she called it quits with him, one more loser.
The both of us sat up all night, jilted women. Mom broke out a bottle of wine and we laughed, cried, and drank all night. In the end I laid in bed in her arms like I always had as a child. I gave her a hug and told her I loved her. She said that she loved me too. I kissed her cheek and she gave me a squeeze. Then I kissed her again. This time she looked at me and smiled. We locked lips and began to make out. Before long we were probing each other’s bodies and finger fucking. Neither of us we lesbian, at we thought we weren’t, and we didn’t know how to do the deed. We winged it and just, kissed, sucked, and fingered until we both had organisms. We avoided each other for the next few days, out of shame. Finally mom had to face what we had done.
We talked about it, and agreed that we just loved one another, we were just expressing that love. We then decided to express that love again, and again.
Today I still live with my mother, and neither of us are in serious relationships with men. We are to into each other, and that’s enough. I’m sure one day we’ll stop, but for now we are just having too fun, and no one around us is the wiser.

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