Chapter 6 - Consequences
"You know it's true, Mother."
It wasn't that Jill couldn't speak, it was more that she was rifling through the Psychological Health issues in her brain, searching for a response, and weighing the potential answers to each.
Amy had accused her of being an exhibitionist, which she could handle, heck, even readily admit to, but this - a Cuckquean - how the heck did she even know what that word was? Sure, she admitted to enjoying her sex life with Jim, and occasionally being very submissive. Sure, the occasional kink and fetish did play an occasional role, and occasionally she got off on watching Jim pleasure another woman, but...she realized she was using the word "occasionally" in her brain way too often.
Amy's words interrupted her thoughts. "Just acknowledge it, Mother, and be honest with both you and me. I've been researching it, you know. You're not the only one who can read psychological journals." Jill looked up at her, still without any words. This was very atypical for the experienced psychologist, able to handle any twist or turn a patient gave her at any time.
Amy continued, nonchalantly "At first, I was pissed off at you, with Scott. You KNEW he's my boyfriend, yet you've been screwing him behind my back this entire time? Didn't make sense. Not my prim and proper mother. Besides, it was the WAY in which you took him while I watched that mattered. THAT'S what gave you away, Mother. It was your exhibitionist daring me to look. I knew the water was deeper somewhere, and it turns out, I've been right all along, haven't I? Doesn't matter, I know how I felt when I saw you two together, so I've hardly the right to complain, now do I?"
Jill's silence said more than any words she could have uttered. "It's more than just exhibitionism, Mother. More than just drawing someone into your fantasy, and having them watch, isn't it? You placed me in a role of authority to either stop your actions, or feed your fantasy when I didn't. I realized that they may have been my lessons, mother, but it's been YOUR fetish, hasn't it? So naughty."
It didn't help that Jill's head ached from the alcohol last night. It certainly didn't help that when she and Amy returned to the party, Amy made a point of flirting with both Scott AND her father, directly in front of her. Her boy shorts and T-shirt had been removed, and Amy was now flaunting a LOT of skin in her bikini, both top and bottom hugging her form tight. Jill suspected that Amy had found her way into some alcohol, but that had happened before. No, this was something else.
"I confirmed it, Mom, when you watched me with Scott and Dad last night. You saw how flirty I was, didn't you? Just admit it, Mom, you loved it. I know that both of these are men are important in your life, aren't they? Scott is one thing, but what we've been doing with Dad, well, now isn't that even more interesting?"
It also didn't help that Jill was late. Yeah, THAT kind of late. It may have explained her upset stomach, but with the other kids, she would have already been puking, so this wasn't typical at all. She knew her breasts were swollen, achy, itchy, but with the intensity of her recent sexual experiences, well, just maybe. I don't know, she thought. Maybe not. Now was not the time to be considering it, anyways.
"Something else on your mind, Mother?" Jill's head snapped back to the reality of Amy in front of her. Dressed only in a white, low-cut satin gown, her breasts were held captive in a black bra, pushing them up and out. She wore puffy, white slippers, and what looked at a glance to be a set of black G-string panties. Jill sat at the table. Half achy, half aroused, half hung-over. She realized that Amy, now standing in front of her, smelled different? What was that perfume? It reminded her of something, but she couldn't quite place it. Funny, because smells are usually such good triggers. Amy's hair was pulled back in a long pony-tail, her fingernails painted deep red, to match her toenails, and she wore a set of short, dangly earrings. "Amy, are those my earrings?" The words came out with the visual realization.
"I'm borrowing them, Mother, if you don't mind. Do you?"
"Uh, no. That's fine. Just maybe, please ask next time, o.k.?"
"I'm going to be borrowing a few more of your things, Mom, if that's o.k." and Amy moved directly in front of Jill. "For one, this lipstick is to die for. Jill watched as Amy rolled back the tube, exposing the dark burgundy wax. "Hang on, need a mirror." Amy stood and walked to the refrigerator, directly to Jill's right. Hanging on the top freezer door was a small, oblong mirror that they both used. Jill arched her head back, applying the rich cream to her lips, and alternated between watching her lips and watching Jill watching her. She stopped and smiled. Jill was staring at her in the mirror. Her stare did not give away the uneasiness in her groin.
"Nice, right Mom? Does Dad like this?" Amy capped the tube, and set it on the table next to Jill. She moved behind Jill's back, her hands on her mother's shoulder. "I'll bet he does. Anyway, I feel the need to prove my point to you, Mother." Amy's hands slowly massaged Jill's shoulders as her mother's hands, on top of the table, held the warm cup of coffee. "So, Robert is overnighting at Mitch's house, and since we're headed for the lake later, well, I figure we have plenty of time for me to make things clear with you, now won't I?"
Jill's stomach sunk. Amy wasn't just hunting; she as toying with her kill. Jill knew she was the adult, here. Why couldn't she act like it? Why was she giving Amy the silent drill, when she could so easily put this to bed? Fuck.
"I want you to remember one thing Mom."
A question, finally. That was something her clouded mind could handle "What, dear?"
"Philosophically, I'm going to give you the exact same choice you gave me last night. So, remember that I told you, if you want it to stop, all you have to do is say so, o.k.? Just speak up." Amy walked up to her room. Well, now, what the F does THAT mean. Amy hunched slightly in her chair, wondering if she wanted to puke or not?
