"holy shit", I heard being gasped as the door opened I turned to see my mom watching as her naked daughter while a equally naked holland was between my legs, fingering me so hard that the headboard was hitting the wall
"mom!", I screamed, as she shut the door "fuck, fuck, fuck", I scrambled moving holland out from between my legs
"who was that?", she whispered frantically
"my mom", I closed my eyes trying to suppress my tears
holland leant up, untying my hands from the head board before helping me to sit up
"darling look at me, you need to breathe", she spoke calmly while cupping my cheeks
"I can't, she'll never speak to me again.... for fucks sake she just walked in on us fucking!", I spoke through staggered breaths, not being able to control my tears
"it's okay.. shhh.... its okay my angel", holland pulled me into her arms while I sobbed
"what should I do?", I mumbled against her shoulder
"I think you should get dressed and go talk to her", she ran her hands up and down my back, soothing me
"and you?"
"I'll stay here, you just tell me if I need to leave, and I can pick you up whenever you need.. okay"
"I'm not letting you drive six hours home, to then drive six hours back to come get me", I squeezed her tighter
"I don't mind sweetheart, I just want you be okay", she kissed my temple
"no, if you leave I'm coming with you", I nodded, pulling back from the embrace
"okay my angel", she kissed me gently, wiping my tears with her thumb "let's get you dressed"
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holland stayed in the bedroom while I made my way down the stairs to find my mother sitting on the couch with her boyfriend Oliver
"Sarah", Mom turned at the sudden creek of the floorboard
"hi mom.. Oliver", I smiled nervously
"hi kid", he greeted me
"come sit angel", she pat the spot next to her on the couch
I slowly made my way to her, sitting down in a rather uncomfortable state, my hands shaking in my lap
"it's okay", she took my quivering hands "I'm not mad, I just want to talk", her eyes glistening with sympathy
"mom, I'm so sorry", I breathed
"well it's not every mothers dream to walk in on their daughter having sex, especially tied up", she chuckled Oliver joining
"I'm so sorry", I repeated, my cheeks becoming stained with salty tears of dread and fear
"darling look me", she cupped my cheek, just like holland had done moments earlier "I need you to take a few deep breathes and calm down", she leant forward putting more pressure on her touch
"I know that you want me to have a boyfriend", I hiccuped
"darling I don't care if you're with a man or a woman you know that", she kissed the end of my nose "I wish I had found out a different way", she smirked "but I don't mind.. I promise"
she words touched me.
my mother had always been very progressive, not minding peoples choices as long as they were happy, but her opinion still scare me.
