It was Friday evening, late Friday evening, and Aimee typed away into night so that Mr. Jenkins could take his report- which he had given her at ten to bloody five- to the National Conference in Seattle.
She typed angrily having been looking forward to heading out the door bang on five and then he gives her this and, as a result, she was making more than her usual number of mistakes- the corrections these slowed her up even more. To make matters worse he was for ever coming out of his office to ask her how it was going -looking at his watch when he did so just to let her know, as if she wasn't aware of it anyway, that time was passing.
At first she had felt guilty that she wasn't going as fast as he obviously needed her to but it changed as the time went by to resentment as she struggled with his barely legible corrections until finally she had had enough; she stood up, went over to him and grabbed his shirt at the throat.
"Type the fucking thing yourself shit for brains. I quit!" she hissed at him.
With that she pushed him backwards and went to get her coat then strode out of the office as he lay sprawled on the floor watching her in astonishment- the adrenaline flowing through her veins. As she walked out into the cold night air the recklessness of her actions became clearer and clearer to her; she had walked out on a safe job in a way that made her unemployable- certainly in that field which was the only one she knew.
By the time she reached her car she was feeling sick and once in it she sat dry retching at what she had done and the now very uncertain future she faced.
All she could think of doing that was sensible was going home. Ideas of going for a drink or driving off a cliff came to her but they terrified her and she just drove home.
When she did got there however she found the scene playing itself out in her head anew. Aimee lived with her mother and had hoped the job would allow her to save up to pay a bond and buy some furniture so that she could have her own little place. She had some savings but no where near enough and now, it seemed, she would have to rely on her mother's generosity just that much longer.
She sat in the car on the driveway not wanting to face her mother or, indeed, do anything. Finally she saw the porch light come on and her mother came out in her dressing gown to see what the matter was.
Aimee's mom Fiona saw her daughter sitting slumped in the car with her head on the steering wheel and her maternal instincts kicked in. She walked quickly to the car and, crouching down, knocked on the driver's window. Aimee turned her head and looked timidly at her.
"Oh goodness, something was wrong," Fiona thought, "Aimee always acted like this when she was in trouble."
She wrinkled her nose at Aimee and poked her tongue out- they used to do that when Aimee was a kid. A little smile of recognition flashed over Aimee's face and then the despair returned.
"Open the door sweetheart," Fiona told her and watched until Aimee finally opened her door.
She saw her Mom with a big smile on her face and she couldn't help herself- she smiled back.
She got out and was immediately hugged by her mother. It felt so reassuring to be hugged like that and she hugged her back as best she could and kissed her cheek.
They held hands and went inside, sitting on the sofa.
"Eaten?"
Aimee couldn't face her and, looking down, shook her head.
"At this hour? What is wrong with those people? Eight o'clock and you haven't been fed? Its disgraceful, that's what it is. Why, I've got a good mind to ring that Mr. Jenkins of yours and give him-" she stopped as she looked at her daughter's face.
She couldn't remember seeing her like this before, my goodness she was so upset.
"Sweetheart what happened?"
"Oh Mom! I've done something really stupid."
Her Mom cuddled her," what happened sweetheart."
So Aimee told her the whole thing as Fiona hugged her; squeezing extra hard when Aimee was struggling to find the words. Finally it was all out.
"Oh baby!" exclaimed Fiona hugging her daughter tight, "Oh you poor thing."
And with that the tears came- lots of them. Fiona hugged her with a tear or two herself. After a time Aimee was able to wipe her eyes and feel that things maybe weren't as bad as she had thought. Her Mom was breathing on her hair as she held her. It felt nice, almost sensuous, and she snuggled in just that little bit closer.
"Hey, what about we run you a nice deep bath huh and I'll make you something easy for your dinner? Scrambled eggs OK?"
That came as a surprise, just as Aimee was really getting to like what her mom was doing. Fiona though knew she had to stop herself- she was falling for her daughter! Her own daughter for goodness sake. She had held her to comfort her and something had happened - it was her mouth- Aimee's mouth, she had looked so gorgeous with her rosebud lips parted and that look, the worried look on her face and she had looked on them as lips to kiss. She had stroked her hair breathing gently wanting to know how Aimee felt. Aimee had responded, she had pressed into her mother's breasts- she hardly ever did that and she had moved her head, just a bit, as Fiona had been blowing softly on it.
"I'd love a bath and," she paused then picking her words carefully, her lips moved to be just inches from Fiona's,
"I just love what we were doing, I know its naughty and we shouldn't but I loved it. I saw you looking at my lips Mom and I know you wanted to kiss them- I so wanted you to and I still do. I long to feel your lips on mine Mom, Fiona?"
"Darling, sweetheart, Fiona, Fi, any will do darling. I will still do motherly thing for you but I just love you calling me Fiona..I want to us to be girlfriends, lovers I hope and,oh, oh kiss me? Please? I want you to."
She didn't get to finish as Aimee had leaned forward to press her lips gently against her mother's.
"She wants me to take control," Aimee thought fondly.
She pressed her lips against Fiona's and by mutual consent their lips parted and Aimee's tongue entered Fiona's mouth to flick against hers. Control, when that's not what you are used to having, is not an easy thing to master and Aimee soon found much as she loved kissing Fiona she had no idea how to move their moment on to the next level or even what that might be. Unlike her mother she wanted to be in control but like her she needed someone to take charge.
'We don't need to rush things babe," Fiona whispered, "I'll go get your bath ready while you get undressed and we can continue after your bath."