Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

Her words hurt to no end. I screwed up big time. My mind was caught in a maelstrom of negative thoughts and feelings. I should have known something like this was going to happen. I'm so pissed at myself. I went back to my room and waited to see what she was going to do.

As the day went by my stomach continued to churn with negative emotions as Ginny had not come out of her room. I made her a sandwich and brought it up to her. I knocked on the door and before I could say anything she screamed, "Go away. Leave me alone!"

I put the plate on the floor by her door and said, "I just brought you a sandwich, at least eat something."

I turned and went back to my room crying at the hurt I had caused my only child. I laid down and was finally able to fall asleep. When I woke up I noticed she had eaten the sandwich but was still barricaded in her room. I resigned myself to the fact that she was controlling the situation. When she was ready she would come out.

I woke up the next day to the same thing. Door locked and no sign of wanting to address the events of yesterday morning. I've had enough. I pounded on her door and shouted, "Ginny open up the door right now!" She replied, "Go away." I continued my pounding and shouted, "Ginny if you don't open up the door right this minute I'm calling the fire department and have them come break it open, now stop this nonsense and open up the door so that we can talk." After a few seconds I saw the knob turn and the door open. I took a deep breath and went inside to face the music. Ginny was sitting cross legged on her bed, head down.

I started, "Ginny, I'm sorry you witnessed what you saw. I can't ever take that back but I want you to know I feel horrible and I want you in due time to forgive me."

She looked up with a menacing glare and spewed, "Forgive you for being a whore! Never. What I saw was disgusting and perverted."

I glared back at her and said in as harsh a tone as I could muster, "Virginia Elizabeth Walker if you ever call me a whore again you will rue the day you were born. I am your mother! I will always be your mother! I have earned the right to be called your mother. I raised and nurtured you all 17 years of your life. You may not like what I did. I can understand that. But you will not disrespect me again. Do I make myself clear?"

Seeing no response I shouted, "DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?"

Ginny finally nodded her head yes and started crying her eyes out. I raced over to were she was sitting and put my arm around her to try and comfort her. I kept rocking her back and forth saying, "It's okay honey. It's okay." We stayed like this until she had cried all her tears out.

She looked at me and said, "Mom how long has this been going on? Was it from the night of that big party at Crickets? Before? After? I want to know mom. Was this the cause of daddy moving out and you guys getting a divorce?" My heart broke as I did my best to maintain control. I started, "Honey your dad and I are getting a divorce for many reasons but my relationship with Scottie was not one of them. You are right about the party at Crickets being the beginning. I can't explain how and why it happened but I was obviously lonely and needing attention and affection. Looking back on it I should have ended things with Scottie the next day. But I didn't Ginny. I didn't and here we are. I'm sorry honey." Ginny looked at me and said, "Are you going to end it now mom?"

Oh my she sure knows how to get to the point. I replied, "Is that what you want me to do sweetheart?"

"Mom I want you to do the right thing for you and for us moving forward."

She had left the decision up to me but had subtly communicated what she hoped for. I needed to end things with Scottie. It's going to kill him and me as well but eventually time has a way of making all the hurts fade away.

I looked at Ginny an said, "I am planning on telling Scottie that things between us are over. I will do that in the next couple of days before he heads back to college."

Ginny stood up and said, "Okay mom. If that's what you want. I'm going to go over to Becky's for a while. I'll be back for dinner."

She turned and left me sitting on her bed. Once I heard the front door open and close I broke down. I wailed and cried my heart out knowing what I had to do was going to be so difficult for both Scottie and I.

The rest of the day went by in a blur. I was almost catatonic with my distress and the looming conversation with Scottie. Ginny returned and although still withdrawn she seemed to be doing okay. I knew I needed to talk with Scottie tomorrow as he was off work. I couldn't wait any longer but right now I couldn't muster the strength to call him let alone text him.

Finally just before I went to bed I texted Scottie, "How about lunch tomorrow at La Tour.? My treat."

Scottie responded, "Sounds good. What time?"

"How about we meet there at 1:00?"

Scottie replied, "That works. How is everything at home?"

I replied, "We will talk tomorrow. I'm exhausted. Going to sleep. Good night."

"Good night Andie."

Damn I'm dreading this conversation. I need to make sure I'm strong and stay true to the goal. As I closed my eyes I thought what is the goal? To return to a life of vanilla and loneliness? I cried myself to sleep. Monday rolled around and as expected I was a bundle of nerves. Ginny for her part didn't seem to notice anything different with me or if she did, chose not to say anything. I dressed as my old conservative suburban housewife. Thank god I didn't toss any of my old clothes out.