There are no underage characters in this story. All characters are over the age of 18-years-old.
Moms Against Public Drunk Nudity #10
Julia has the floor and she has mind blowing, life altering, sexual confessions to make to her five daughters.
"I wasn't always like this," said Julia with sadness while looking at her daughters with shame, humility, and remorse.
She paused too long in her confession and, as usual, Carol used that delay to interrupt her train of thought.
"You weren't always like what Mother?" Obviously wanting to rush things along, Carol looked at her watch before looking at her mother with annoyance. "What does that even mean?"
If Julia was expecting forgiveness for what she did and understanding during the time that she did what she seemingly had to do, Carol wasn't about to give her any. She seemed perturbed with her mother. When she wasn't angry with her mother, with her sisters, or with her son, she was angry with the world. She'd be the only daughter who not only wouldn't forgive her mother but also who wouldn't understand her reasoning for doing all that she did at the time. Angry over everything and mean to everyone, with her not so kind and caring, Carol wasn't the easiest sister to embrace as a friend or the easiest woman to control as a daughter. Suffice to say that Carol had issues.
"I wasn't always a slut and a whore. I was a good girl until men took advantage of my pretty face and my shapely body. A different time then with no sexual harassment laws in the workplace, men were free to do whatever they wanted to do and to sexually take whomever appealed to them. Women were taught to give men respect. Women were taught not to say no to a man, especially an older man. Women were taught to not speak unless spoken to first."
Carol looked at her watch with impatience again.
"I'm going to be late for my appointment mother. Please just get to the point of your confession," said Carol. "Please confess whatever it is you need to confess? I have a busy day today. I have things to do," she said.
Julia looked at Carol with tired frustration. She was tired of spending a good part of her life placating, humoring, and arguing with Carol. She wondered what she did wrong to create such a rude woman when the rest of her daughters were so respectful of her.
"You've never stopped talking since the day you uttered your first word Carol. It's my turn to speak," said Julia. "Whatever it is you need to do can wait. So shut up and listen."
Carol tossed her beautiful, blonde hair back with a flick of her pretty head while rummaging through her pocketbook for her phone.
"Hello," said Carol. "Yes, I know I'm late. I'll get there when I get there. I'm with my mother and she's busy talking," she said to whomever was on the other side of her conversation. "She's making a confession. What about? I don't know. Perhaps she had a lover," said Carol with a hearty and heartless laugh. "No one knows with her. She kept secrets like that, even from her own daughters. Okay. I'll see you soon. Bye."
Seemingly either she was talking to her son or Carol had a secret lover that she didn't want anyone to know she had.
"Sorry," said Carol with attitude. "Okay, go ahead, as you were saying. You have the floor."
"I'll have you know that I was a virgin when I was married," she said while looking as if she truly believed that she was.
As if her chair was suddenly electrified, Carol wiggled her shapely ass in it as if she was in class and had to pee.
"A virgin? Seriously mother? Oh brother," said Carol," sighing loudly while rolling her eyes. "Not hardly mother," she said with a vindictive laugh while fingering her rosary beads that always hung from her neck, unless she was having sex with her son. "Unless you became pregnant by Immaculate Conception, how could you be a virgin when you were pregnant with twins?"
She looked at her sisters, Brenda and Audrey, and smiled. Brenda returned Carol's vindictive look with annoyed frustration while mouthing the words, 'Knock it off.'
"Okay, you're right, that's not entirely true," she said with a laugh. "I wasn't a virgin when I was married. How could I be? I was pregnant with you Brenda and with you Audrey but in my heart and in my thoughts, so very innocent, I was virginal like and pure," said Julia giving Carol a stern look.
"Pregnant at 18-years-old doesn't sound like you were so innocent, virginal like, and pure to me," said Carol with a mean spirited laugh.
"With all of you girls going to spring break every year, I never thought about men and about cocks in the way you girls did at your age. A housewife and a mother, I had enough to do without thinking of having sex with men. It wasn't until a year after I had the twins that I was so consumed with the sexual thoughts of men and their cocks. Admittedly, now, as were all you girls at one time or another, being that I've been having sex with my son while hoping to have sex with my grandsons, I'm a slut and a whore but, truly, I wasn't back then. A different time then, so different from the 50's and early 60's, and at a time when I was maturing, the sexual revolution made all women more sexual."
"Even after the sexual revolution," said Jennifer, "it's still a man's world. Women routinely take a backseat to their male counterparts in pay, promotions, attention, and respect."
"Sexual revolution? Is there a point to this mother? Or, as usually, are you going to just ramble on before returning to when you were in the Holiday Inn in Florida and the maintenance man watched you undressing with his hidden camera," said Carol looking at her mother with impatience. "I swear, I think you got off on that man watching you stripping naked."
Julia looked at her daughter with a face full of shock and hurt.
"How dare you that you'd think that I'd be sexually aroused by a pervert invading my privacy. It's one thing to flash a man but quite another to be peeped on when you think you're alone and there's no one watching," said Julia staring down her daughter.
"It this age of cameras everywhere, there's always someone watching," said Carol.
"Don't interrupt me again Carol," said Julia pointing a stiff index finger at her. "I have the floor. With you never allowing me to speak, this is my turn to talk now. And if it takes me a little longer to formulate my thoughts, that's just too bad. You'll have to bear with me."
Carol sat back in her chair, crossed her arms and her legs, and remained quiet as if she was a little girl being punished after being scolded by her mother.
"Just a child myself, I was nineteen-years-old when I had my first babies, identical twins," she said smiling while looking at Brenda and Audrey. "I was so happy. I was so proud of my beautiful, baby girls. I was so happy to be a married mother when many of my girlfriends had babies out of wedlock and most times didn't even know who the father was."
"Thank you mother," said Brenda.
"Only, with you both born prematurely, with all the medical issues you had, and with you unable to take enough food for the first year, you never slept and I was always so very tired," said Julia. "When most babies slept through the night after only a few weeks or months, you were both barely fifteen pounds by your first birthday. You were so tiny. You didn't sleep through the night until you were a year old."
"Sorry mother," said Audrey.
"Your father, God rest his soul, but for his drinking and chasing women, was a good man. He wanted a son. As if I was a gumball machine at an arcade and he was waiting for his prize, every two years like clockwork, I pushed out another baby in hopes that it would be a boy and he'd finally be satisfied and not want me to have any more children. Two years after giving birth to the twins, I had you Jennifer. You were such a beautiful baby. You were so good and always happy. After giving birth to the twins, I couldn't have had a better baby."
"Thank you mother," said Jennifer.
"Two years after giving birth to Jennifer, I had you Carol," said Julia.
"Being that we all know how old we are mother, we're all familiar with when we were born," said Carol with sarcasm.
"As you've grown into such a bitchy woman, you were such a miserable baby and a demanding child. Always crying, yelling, and screaming, you never stopped complaining, even now that you're a grown woman," said Julia shaking her head. "I should have had you tested. I should have had your head examined. I think you need drugs."
Brenda and Audrey snickered, Christine and Kathy giggled, and Jennifer smiled her pleasure at hearing her mother call Carol bitchy.
"Are we almost done here?" Carol stared hard at her sisters before looking at her watch.
"I just started," said Julia, "and the more you interrupt me, the longer this will take."
"Let her talk," said Kathy. "Go ahead mother. Tell us what you need to say."
"Two years after Carol, I had you Kathy. At 25-years-old with five children and all of them girls, I thought I was done having babies. I was shocked when I became pregnant with Ralph at 36-years-old. Only, your father was overjoyed. He was so very happy that he finally had his son. Don't get me wrong, he loved all of his children," she said looking from one daughter to the other, "but he adored Ralph. Ralph would do all the things that he wanted to do but didn't. Ralph would right all of his mistakes. Ralph would take over where your father fell short. Ralph was his pride and joy and he took that boy everywhere with him, fishing, hiking, camping, and to sporting events."
"It was a relief that your father finally had his little companion and I'm sure had their not been such a difference in your ages, you all would have felt ignored and a little bit jealous that your father spent so much time with Ralph," said Julia.
"So, what you're confession mother?" Looking down at her watch, it was Jennifer's turn to look at her mother with impatience.
"I'm getting to it," she said. "Give me a minute for God's sakes. This isn't easy for me."
"Let's do this another time," said Carol standing. "I really have to go."
"Jesus Carol, don't you see she's having a difficult time confessing something to you all? Give her the time that you always make sure that you give yourself when you're blabbing about what you did and who you were with," said Christine. "Go ahead Julia."
Carol took ownership of her chair again.
"Thank you Christine. You make me feel that I've had six daughters instead of five," said Julia pausing before speaking again. "Fertile Myrtle, the first man I had sex with and the first time I had sex, I was pregnant at 18-years-old before I was married. I didn't know what to do. Being that I was born Catholic, abortion wasn't an option but I didn't know how I'd be able to support a baby without a job and without a man helping me and protecting me," said Julia.
"Yeah, well, you should have thought about that before you removed your panties and spread your legs," said Carol with a disrespectful dig.
