“It was my fault,” Mom confessed. “A few months before your father caught me, uh, in bed with someone else.”
“What! You were sleeping with someone else?” Nicole blurted out astonished. “Who was he?” she demanded.
“It wasn’t a he,” Mom responded. “You remember Karen who lived across the street?”
“Oh yea,” I recalled. “She moved away right after Dad killed himself,” I said trying to put the situation with my mother in perspective.
“Well, Karen and I were, I don’t want to say lovers because we were not in love,” Mom explained. “We just enjoyed having sex with each other, pleasuring each other, having orgasms. It was sexual pleasure I didn’t get from your father.”
“Did Dad ever get you to reach an orgasm?” Nicole asked Mom. “I mean, I can get myself off rubbing my clit but I never could just riding a dildo. I don’t know if a real dick could do the job.”
“No. Your father never got me off,” Mom told us. “We were never good in bed. He would just cum in a couple of minutes and then fall asleep. I was never satisfied.”
“Do you think that’s why he killed himself?” Nicole conjectured. “Because he felt impotent and couldn’t please you.”
“Maybe,” Mom sighed.
We let the conversation die and sat in silence.
A couple of weeks ago Mom told us she had rented a cabin on Mt. Lemmon for the Valentine’s Day weekend. She told me I could skip my Friday classes that day and she asked Nicole to take the day off work so we could spend a three day weekend away as a family.
“Look,” Mom said to us. “We have to break this Valentine’s curse. No more sitting around regretting and blaming and despairing over what happened four years ago. We are going to have fun this year. Maybe there will be some snow left and we can go skiing.”
We had a few winter storms that left snow on the mountains above six thousand feet. I was actually looking forward to it hoping to go skiing again. Growing up Dad had taken us on yearly skiing vacations to Colorado.
As Valentine’s Day approached it became obvious that all the snow had melted on the mountain, the weather had been hotter this year with days over eighty degrees here in the desert valley. Still, the change in environment was welcoming.
We drove up late that Friday morning stopping for lunch before getting to the cabin.
“Would anyone like some of our famous pie?” the server asked as we finished eating our lunch.
“Definitely,” Nicole chirped.
“You better watch it,” Mom teased Nicole. “You’re getting a little chubby girl.”
“Mom,” Nicole responded. “That’s not fair.”
“Mom’s right,” I chimed in making digs at my sister. “That pie looks like it’s going straight to your butt.” Actually I thought Nicole had a sexy round butt, perfectly complimenting her round large breasts.
“Alright, have some pie,” Mom laughed.
We arrived at the cabin and unpacked the car. It was a two bedroom cabin with a living room and small kitchen. Mom had brought some food to cook so we didn’t need to eat out considering there was only the one restaurant in the small village. I also noticed she brought several bottles of wine, reds and whites.
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