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.
