The Weekly Dormouse. (aka Bike, est. 2007) Part 3258 by Angharad Copyright© 2020 Angharad

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This is a work of fiction any mention of real people, places or institutions is purely coincidental and does not imply that they are as suggested in the story.
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I'm not sure how any of you would respond to being asked by a sixteen-year-old daughter if you had ever participated in fellatio or some other form of oral sex but my own was to blush profusely and a need to sit down. That they, my daughters, had been talking about it was bad enough but to ask me about it in person was mortifying. I didn't know what to say how to respond, I was speechless and still pouring blood into my superficial skin capillaries. A drop of sweat ran down my back from under my bra strap.

"Well?" she asked.

I was still playing for time trying to get my brain out of its blitzkrieg state, I had no idea what to say or do. "Why do you want to know?" was all my brain and mouth could assemble.

She rolled her eyes, "Why d'you think, Mummy?"

"I don't know, sweetheart, there could be any number of reasons."

"Yeah, for you maybe, but for me, there's just one. A boy I know through the soccer club wants us to go a bit further than just kissin' and cuddlin'."

At her age, I would have had no idea what to do, mind you I'm not sure I know much more now, except with Simon and we sort of work things out between us, though I did recall the first time I did give him fellatio, it was my decision and it felt right and also what I wanted to do. I can still remember looking up into his eyes and they were registering a mixture of surprise and delight. I suspect mine were just looking full of seductive lust, not an expression that was likely to appear on my face at this moment.

"How much do you like this boy?" My brain was sizzling now trying to get her to look hard at her actions and motives and not just do what some boy I didn't know wanted of her.

"He's okay, I suppose."

"Only, okay?"

Now she blushed and was twisting her fingers together in front of her. "Yeah, he's all right."

"How long have you known him?" I was still trying to gently make her think before she acted. I was embarrassed but pleased that she had come to me to talk things over, it showed we had a strong relationship and she trusted me; hopefully, it also meant she thought I was worthy of that trust. Issues of trust with teenagers is one that causes all sorts of bother with parents. Now I had to see if I could trust her to make the right decision about this boy and how far she went with him. She couldn't get pregnant, but she could get hurt and she could catch some nasty disease.

"A few weeks."

"How many is a few, two or three or half a dozen?"

"Since I started playin' again."

"So shall we say, about a month?" I offered, trying to set some sort of time frame and perhaps also make it seem shorter than she would have done. A month sounds shorter than four or five weeks.

She shrugged. "If you like," was her verbal response. She was still blushing but that could be I was embarrassing her on several fronts, including appearing analytical rather than maternal.

"So how well do you feel you know him?"

"He's okay, I already said so, geez, Mummy, this is like twenty questions," she replied with an edge in her voice. So embarrassment was turning to anger, not the direction I need to go.

"Just calm down, sweetheart, you asked me a very personal question and I'm trying to help you by understanding why you asked me..."

"Oh that's wonderful, just go all bloody scientist on me. I'm not some bloody lab rat, I'm your friggin' daughter. I came to you for advice not, a friggin' lecture." She threw up her arms and I could see some tears forming in her eyes. She stepped back towards the door and I had only a second or two to alter this.

"Please, Danielle, I just want to help, please be patient with me. It's just as new for me as it is for you." I felt my eyes glistening with forming tears.

She glared at me and I thought she would storm out. She didn't she continued to look at me tears now running down both our faces. "I'm sorry, Mummy," she said and stepped towards me and we hugged.

"I just want you to be absolutely sure you know what you're doing, I don't want to see you hurt," I said quietly to her as we hugged.

"I know, Mummy," she responded as I rubbed her back.

"Tha fact that you felt a need to talk to me about it, I much appreciate, but it also indicates that you are uncertain about it."

"I am, Mummy, how did you know?"

"If you were sure it was a good thing to do, you'd have done it regardless of what anyone else thought. That you didn't, shows some element of doubt."

"Yeah, you're right, clever clogs." She chuckled after she said this.

"I don't know what Trish was talking about but intimacies between your father and me are not up for discussion except to say we are married and have a good relationship built upon trust and love. An almost casual relationship that you are currently pursuing is very different and you need to think about it and what it says about you to the boy in question."

"What d'you mean, Mummy? Will he see me as a skank, you mean?"

"I wouldn't ever suggest that description applies to you, but he may see you as compliant or easily persuaded."

"You mean a pushover?"

"I'm not sure what I mean, sweetheart, but my advice would be, don't do anything you may regret later and then only if you are absolutely sure about it. I'm sorry if that wasn't what you wanted to hear, but I love you very much and I don't want to see you hurt."

She stepped away from me and wiped her eyes taking care not to mess up her mascara. I did the same thinking that mine was probably all over my cheeks by now. "Thank you, Mummy." She nodded as if to confirm what she's said and still wiping her face with the tissue she left my study closing the door as she went. I sat, no, slumped into my chair and looked at the pile of paperwork before me on the desk and felt like screaming.

How I was supposed to just switch off and do my paperwork I didn't know. My whole being felt unsettled and worried for Danielle. She's sixteen and on the verge of becoming a young woman, a young adult. There are so many risks and dangers out there and I know she won't want to bring all of them to me to discuss. I'm not even sure what just happened was a discussion, mind you, I wasn't sure about anything any more, I was almost shaking from my emotions being shaken by a simple question - oh boy. I wiped my eyes then looked in the mirror in my handbag, my hand was shaking as I tried to clean up my makeup.

Then something awful entered my head. Was it all a wind-up? Were those little buggers just playing with my head? Once I considered myself presentable, I rose on shaky and stiff legs and went out into the hall, Trish, Livvie and Hannah were still bickering as they did their homework at the dining table. Um, my conspiracy theory just failed. Danielle wasn't in evidence so I checked the kitchen. David was busy doing something and didn't see me. I stole up the stairs and went towards Danielle's room, the door was closed and I thought I could hear sniffing or sobbing coming from the other side. I knocked and entered to see her curled up lying on the bed and in some distress.

"Hey, what's wrong, sweetheart?" I asked sitting beside her.

"I don't know," she sort of mumbled and sobbed at me.

"Is it to do with our little chat?" I prompted.

"I don't know," she sobbed, "they'll all think I'm a skank," she said with more sobbing.

I gently rubbed her back. "You've already done it, haven't you?"

"He wanted me to...oh, Mummy, what have I done?" Copious tears followed this admission.

"Who else knows?" I asked trying to assess the problem.

"If he puts it on FaceBook, I'm dead," she sobbed.

"How old is he?"

"I don't know," she sobbed.

"Older than you?"

"Yes, we did it in his car," I deciphered from the sniffs and sobs.

"If he does post it anywhere, I'll make him wish he'd never been born. Right, calm down and let's try and see what exactly has happened and then decide what we need to do about it, okay?"

I held her and she eventually stopped sobbing drying her eyes afterwards.

"I'm dead aren't I?" she said looking at me with sore red eyes.

"No, young lady you are not, but that boy may wish he was by the time I've finished." As we hugged, sitting on her bed David banged the gong. "C'mon, dinner's ready."

"I'm not hungry, Mummy."

"So does that mean you only want half a horse tonight?" I tried to lighten the mood.

"No, I don't want anything. You go, I'll stay up here, I'll be all right."

"Muuum?" was yelled up the stairs, it sounded like Trish's foghorn.

"I'll be down in a minute," I shouted as I rose from the bed. To Danni, I said, "I'll get David to save you some, tidy yourself up and come down as soon as you can."

"I can't face the others at the moment, tell them I'm ill or something."

"I shall tell them you are getting yourself ready to come down to eat, please come as soon as you can. No one will say anything, I promise." With that, I let myself out of her room and went to marshal the troops for dinner with less than my usual appetite.