"Hey, Hon. How'd you do on your Calculus test?" Marian smiled at her beautiful daughter.
Celeste Walker came into the kitchen and inhaled deeply. "Cookies? Peanut butter cookies?" she asked, "Damn, Mom. My second favorite thing," she smiled as she came over and peered into the mixing bowl.
"Second favorite? I thought it was your favorite." Marian asked in mock horror.
Celeste smiled and then shocked her mother, "Mom, how's Dad's cock?"
Marian choked and turned quickly causing batter to drip off the spoon onto the floor. "I'm sorry, what?"
"I mean, is Dad's cock big, small? Does he do it for you?" she asked sweetly.
"I'm not talking about your father's co...pen... genitalia," Marian sputtered. "Why on Earth would you ask that?"
"Because when you guys fuck you never cum," Celeste said as she took the spoon from her mother and plopped it back into the bowl.
Marian leaned back on the counter. Her daughter just said fuck, cock, and said she never cums. "I'm not talking to you about this and I never want you to use that language around me...ever," she said sternly, "You hear me?" she asked.
Celeste grabbed a rag and knelt to wipe up the drips, "You've always told me that I can talk to you about sex, anything at any time. You didn't mean that?" she asked looking up at her mother. Her mother was gorgeous but you couldn't tell that. She could have been the mother in a 60's family show. Buttoned up blouse, long skirt, pantyhose. Under that was a proportionally perfect blonde woman. Celeste knew her mother's measurements, 35 bust, 24 waist, and 36 hips. If she dressed as her friends' mothers dressed, she'd be a MILF and would have guys panting after her. But the thought of Mrs. George Walker in yoga pants and a sports bra made her want to laugh.
"Of course I meant it, but your sex life, your urges and questions," Marian said firmly.
Celeste got up and rinsed the rag before draping it on the front of the sink, "You said questions about sex, not my sex. So what you meant was you'd like to pry into my sex life while you hide behind your puritanical veils?" She shook her head and turned to go.
"He's...fine," Marian said softly.
Celeste stopped and looked sad, "Damn! Mom. I'm sorry."
"Why? I said he's fine," Marian said softly.
"OK. Oh. Mom? How's the new BMW X5?" she asked.
Marian felt relief her daughter changed the subject and couldn't hold back a smile, "Incredible. It's the smoothest, quietest, most effortless car I've ever driven. Ever since your father got it for me I've been making excuses to run errands."
Celeste shook her head, "And Dad's cock is 'fine.' Your car is filled with superlatives. Say it. You've told me over and over that nothing beats the truth. Define fine, Mom." She stood, hands on hips challenging her mother.
Marian slumped back on the counter, "he's...his penis isn't all that big, and he..." she put her face in her hands.
"He cums quickly," Celeste said as she came over to hug her mother. She felt her mother nod and stroked her back, "And he never takes care of you, of your needs..."
Marian shook her head recalling the hours of frustration she felt over the past 20 years. Then she asked, "Wait. How did you know...I mean, what makes you think I never orgasm?"
"I can hear you guys, Mom. My bedroom is just above yours. I can hear you guys talking...it's just droning voices but I hear Dad every time he cums and then you guys say a few words and then silence."
Marian groaned, "I never knew. I thought we were being so careful. And...well, it never lasts all that long so..."
Celeste stroked her mother's back some more and sighed, "Let's finish the cookies, and then let's sit and talk. I think you'd like to get some things off your chest."
The two blondes slid the cookie sheets into the oven, Marian pulled off her apron and followed her daughter into the living room.
Celeste had grabbed a bottle of Chardonnay and two glasses. She hated the sweet wine preferring beer but as an 18-year-old girl, she couldn't exactly tell her Mom that. She poured a tall glass for her mother and a small one for herself. Her parents had allowed her tiny glasses of wine on occasion so she knew it would be OK. "Where did you and Dad meet?" the girl asked.
"You know the story, at college," Marian said.
"No, was it at a bar? A Frat party? Classmate?" Celeste asked.
"A blind date. My best friend, you know Aunt Darla," she said, "Darla set me up with your father. I was instantly attracted to him. He was tall, handsome, and extremely polite," she paused as if wondering how far to go with the story. She took a sip and then held the cold glass in both hands in front of her check, "he never tried anything, I mean, every guy I went out with wanted...you know..."
Celeste looked at her mother's generous chest, "Wanted to garb your tits," she smiled. "Mom! You can't blame them. You've got a smoking body," she grinned. "Tell me you didn't dress like this," she fingered the buttoned-up blouse.
Marian shook her head, "I loved my dresses and it was June so I had on a summer dress." she said.
"When did you first kiss?" Celeste asked.
"Let me see. I think it was, I don't know. A month later? It was nice, nothing like in the movies," she sighed.
"Wait. You guys dated for a month before you kissed? Holy shit! How many dates before you let him get some tit?" the girl asked.
Marian shook her head and took another sip, "He tried a few times before we were married but if you mean..."
"Bare tit?" Celeste asked. "Yes, when was that?"
"Our wedding night," Marian said softly before finishing her glass.