Chapter 8: Lilith Rising
"What's do you think is happening in there?" Tina asked looking down the hall toward her parent's room. She and Christy retreated to her room after they confronted Mom about her past dalliance in porno. They were trying to figure out how someone so free spirited could have turned into such a prude. No one anticipated the revelation that Gramps had played sex games with both Mom and Christy. They were still sitting around in shock.
"Dunno," Christy said absently. "Talking, I guess. You know how Dad tries to get us to talk out our problems. He's got 15 years of garbage to talk out of Mom."
"How are you? I mean, that stuff about Gramps?" Tina asked.
"I feel kinda weird," Christy murmured. "I'd really pretty much forgotten about it. I don't remember it as being some big dirty secret. Gramps did tell me not to tell anyone about our special game. I dunno."
"If you were molested, how come I turned out to be the slut?" Tina asked.
Christy couldn't help but laugh at that. "After all I've done, you think I'm not a slut?"
"You didn't blow the football team in High School, didja?" Tina taunted.
"What?" Christy exclaimed. "You didn't!"
"Not the whole team," Tina admitted. "Just the big geeky linemen who didn't have dates. You know how the guys sneak out to the practice shed to smoke reefer?"
"Yeah," Christy replied.
"Well, Megan Cho dared me to go out there and blow all the loser jocks." Tina smirked. "All I needed was a little prodding."
"Slut!" Christy shot back giggling. "What else haven't you told me about?"
Tina leaned forward with a wicked grin on her face, "Well, there's the dare I put Megan up to…"
Tina left the sentence hanging. Dad just came out of the bedroom. He looked exhausted. He came down the hall and joined his daughters in Tina's room. Sitting on the foot of Tina's bed, he signed and said, "Well, if I didn't hate your Granny before, I do now. You already know that she laid a guilt trip on Mom about her Dad dying of shame. I don't know how she did it, but she really did a number on her. She's been wrapped up in the cocoon of guilt all these years. If she's only told me what her Mom had said…"
"How is she?" Christy asked.
"I'd say she's in shock," Dad said. "Us seeing the porno is nothing. Her Mom built up this saintly image of her Father that was complete bullshit. I've been in there telling her about her Dad's attic full of porn. He used to take me up there to see his "stamp collection" then show me some Blacks on Blonds loop. He used to brag about his mistresses in other cities and tell me where to find the best tail when traveling. I told your Mom that if the old goat did have a heart attack watching one of her loops, it was because he was beating off too hard."
"What's she doing in there?" Tina asked.
"Mostly crying," Dad said. "There's nothing more I can do right now."
Dad got up and slowly walked downstairs. Christy and Tina looked at each other. "What now?" Tina asked.
"I'll go in and talk to her," Christy said. "Or maybe just listen. I'm not sure what to do. This is all so weird."
Christy walked down the hall to her parent's room while Tina scampered off after Dad. She slowly pushed the door open and looked in. Mom was lying on the bed looking disheveled. Her hair was down and messed up. Christy was surprised by how long it was. She could barely remember a time when Mom hadn't worn her hair up. She's just sort of assumed that it was cut short. Her tresses were long and came down to the middle of her back, long and raven black. Why should this surprise Christy so?
Christy sat on the bed next to her Mother. She listened to her raspy breathing and knew that she could break down in tears again any moment. Christy felt pretty close to tears too. She reached out and touched Mom's shoulder and asked, "How you holding up?"
Mom snorted a mirthless laugh, "None too well. I feel like such a fool."
Christy stroked her Mother's hair. She didn't know what to say. What do you say to someone who's been living a lie for over a decade? Finally, she broke the silence saying, "You know, Grans always did strike me as a control freak."
Mom didn't answer. She just sighed and looked pitiful. Christy wrapped her arms around her and pulled her close. She stroked her mother's hair and kissed her forehead. As strange as it seemed, the woman who had been all fire and brimstone, who had truly scared Christy and made her adolescence an ordeal, now felt more like a frightened child. Christy rocked her back and forth muttering meaningless, 'there there's" in her ear. There wasn't anything to say.
Instinctively, Christy ran her hand up and down her mother's back. A light massage always made her feel better. A light massage often turned her on. She ran her hand up and down her mother's back, muttered sweet nothings and kissed at the tears that still flowed down her cheeks. How many years had she held those tears back?
Going on emotional autopilot, Christy continued to caress and kiss her mother. Without really intending to, the kisses became bolder. Christy kissed her mother's eyelids and got a little sob choked giggle when she kissed the tip of her nose. When she kissed her mother on the lips, it sent an electrical charge through her system. "This is so wrong!" Christy thought. Her mind screamed STOP, but her tongue had found its way past Mom's lips and was exploring her mouth. More surprising, Mom wasn't resisting!
Christy felt Mom's tongue slide around hers tentatively. Christy withdrew her tongue and Mom's followed. Christy sucked Mom's tongue as if it were a cock, flicking at the tip and sliding back and forth. She was holding Mom tighter now, feeling her breasts mashed against her breasts. Her hands were sliding everywhere, feeling the familiar body in a new way for the first time. Christy slid her hand up the back of her Mom's shirt to feel skin on skin. She felt something that made her break off!
"What's that on your back?" Christy asked with real concern in her voice. Something didn't feel right. The skin she felt should have been smooth, but it wasn't.
