Ann: The Married Years Ch. 46

"Wow... this is... wow."

"You can't be shocked by that."

"No. But I never thought I'd have a mother-in-law that would use the word slut, never mind calling herself one."

"I don't see why not. I mean, girls like me were called something different when I was young and growing up, but that's what they would call me today, because that's who I am. It's hardly a revelation after all the things that have happened in this house while you've been here. Not to mention the things that have happened while Neil was home that I'm certain he told you about."

"You mean Paula?"

"And Carrie. And their husbands. I'm no saint."

"I never insinuated you were, Mom. But you're not a bad person either."

"Oh, I wasn't suggesting that I am. Acting slutty isn't anything to be ashamed of, as long as your partner supports you in how you're doing it. You obviously know what happened with Neil and his ex. That bitch was evil. And she pissed me off. She gave sluts like us a bad name!"

Ann let out a big laugh, which had Betsy following suit, the two women bonding over the difference in the term, and how it could apply to both of them, yet also to the woman that broke Neil's heart years before.

"So, you think I'm a slut, then," Anna said pointedly, putting her on the spot, although her smile expressed she wasn't at all upset by that label.

Betsy let out a long sigh, and said, "You know, I love who I am Anna. I'm comfortable in my own skin, and I make no apologies for how I act anymore. Darren knew all about me before we ever got married. We're having a wonderful marriage, in part because he supports me and I support him. We love and trust each other unconditionally. I guess what I'm hoping to convey is that I love who you are too, and that we're very, very similar when it comes to our sexuality. I feel incredibly close to you, and that makes me so happy I can't describe it."

"Huh. You know, this is not how I thought this evening was going to turn out at all."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"Goodness, no. I just never know what to expect when I come here to visit. But I wouldn't change it. I love it here. I'm just trying to take it all in right now."

"Good... because I love that we can talk this way. I have to be honest, I've always dreamed of having a daughter I could share things with."

"Things like this?"

"I'd like to think so. Maybe that was wishful thinking on my part, but I've always considered myself fairly open-minded. I always thought if I had a daughter, I'd want her to be able to talk to me about anything, including sex. And one of the things I love about you is that you don't hide who you are around people. I mean, you're guarded. But you certainly make it known you're a strong, independent, sexual woman that has her head on straight. I admire that about you."

"Thanks Mom... that really means a lot to me."

"You're welcome, sweetie. Now tell me, what else did you think?"

"About you and Dad? Okay, well, I was really impressed with your oral skills. You took all of him. That was really impressive."

"I'm pretty sure you can do that too. I've seen the look on Neil's face a time or two when he's come out of the bedroom when you stay here. It's the same one his father gets when I do that to him."

Ann nodded, knowing Betsy knew more about her than she realized. "So where did you learn to do that?"

"I saw the movie. It inspired me. Well, actually, it was the other way around now that I think about it. I was inspired by something I read, and it made me want to see the movie."

"The movie?"

"Deep Throat. It was all the talk when it came out in the early 70s. It's funny. You never heard about X-rated movies in public conversations before that one came out. I'd heard about stag films before, and I obviously knew what they were. But this was a movie, and there was this buzz about it, for some reason. There was an actual movie review about it in the newspaper we subscribed to, done by a respected columnist in the entertainment field. He approached it like any other film, and it was a fascinating read. So, when I saw an advertisement in the same issue of the paper saying it was showing in an adult theatre in DC, I made Darren take me to the city so I could see for myself what the fuss was all about. It turned out to be a lot more eye-opening than I thought it would be, in a lot of ways. It made me realize I had to step up my game a bit after that," she laughed.

"Ha... I know that feeling. I can't say that I'm surprised you can do it though."

"You're not?"

"No. Like you guessed, deep-throating is another thing we have in common."

"So, how did you learn to do it?"

"Well, it was kind of a work in progress. I'd hate to tell you how many guys I've been with in my life. But it's a high enough number that I got a lot of practice; and with practice I got more confident and I made myself learn. For the longest time, it wasn't a problem... I could deepthroat anybody, until I met Neil at Matt's house that night. He's so damn thick he made me feel like a virgin. So, I had to start practicing again to be able to do it for him."

"I'm sure he loved that," Betsy laughed. "I know Darren did when I was learning to do it on him."

"Oh, I didn't learn on Neil. Antonio taught me." Betsy gave Ann a wary look, knowing that whoever Antonio was had to have been after she was engaged to Neil, based on what she'd just said. Ann smirked. "Relax, Mom. Antonio is your son's middle name. That's what I named the dildo I bought so I could practice while we were apart all those months. I wanted to surprise Neil when he came to California. And I did," she winked.

"Wait... do you mean the dildo that Tina has been giving away at her shop?"

"That's the one."

"You know, when she said that was the Antonio model, I didn't know that's what she meant. No wonder she had that sexy smile on her face when she handed it to me."

"I bought a bunch of them. I practiced swallowing it, and I practiced anal... oddly, for being a slut, I'd never done that before. I've only ever done that with Neil. I wanted to be the best wife I could be for him."

Betsy smiled in response. But she was also busy thinking about the door prize she'd picked up at the hair salon. "No wonder that thing looks so much like Darren's cock," she laughed. "Well, except for the missing foreskin, obviously."

Bringing the conversation back to the present, Ann pointed toward Betsy. "So, just how many times did you actually suck him off in the pool? By the looks of your hair, it was certainly more than one."

"I only did that once. But I kept him stiff after he finished, and then when it got dark enough, well... you should know by now. I'm a slut."

"You did it in the backyard... really?"

"We didn't 'do it', Anna. We fucked."

"O... kay," she said sheepishly, having been corrected.

"I doubt anyone could see us. But now I think I've convinced him to finally put up the privacy fence I've been asking for for years. I teased him that he could have been fucking me a lot earlier tonight if we had one. I also told him we were doing it in the pool to keep us hidden, or we weren't doing it at all. So he had to wait. He's not the most patient man sometimes."

"So Neil gets his patience from you?" Ann asked, genuinely surprised.

"Oh, definitely. Neil gets a lot of his physical attributes and his business sense from his Dad, but his temperament is from me. I like to think he's the perfect combination of the two of us."

"No arguments there."

"What else would you like to know?"

"About you and Dad?"

"Sure. This if fun. Ask me anything you'd like. And no sugar coating it this time... just say what you mean. You don't need to clean it up for me."

"Okay, you asked for it. Let's talk about the load of cum in your hair. I know Neil cums like a cannon. Every time. I'm guessing if he's anything like his Dad, that's about four loads, right?

"It's three. The one from right after you first came home, and then two after you came inside to talk to Neil."

"Man, he must have been worked up!"

"And again, a lot of that has to do with you, although I've just been spurring him on. It's no accident I wore a white bikini today. I have about a dozen of them in all different colors, but luckily I had one close to yours. I just never wear it in the water because it shows everything."

"Yeah, I know," Ann winked. "That's why I bought it. It's the same as my yellow one. So, have you always let him shoot in your hair and on your face? I'm just curious. No disrespect, but I wouldn't have thought that was common for someone your age."

"I learned that from the movie too. Well, several movies. We ended up going back a few times. It was an enlightening experience on a lot of fronts. I'd never watched porn before we went to see Deep Throat. And it was in an adult theatre, which was an experience all on its own. I was the only woman in there, for one, which startled a lot of the men."

"Oh my god, you didn't do anything with them, did you?"

"With them? No... huh, I never thought of that, to be honest. That might have been interesting," she laughed. "They certainly weren't shy after a while about jacking off with me there. I wonder what Darren would have thought?"

"Wow, you act like that sounds exciting to you."

"Wouldn't have been the first time I'd been the center of attention like that. Just never in that seedy of a setting."

"MOM!" she gasped, and then grinned.

Betsy shrugged; a devilish grin of her own on her face. "What can I say, Anna? It should pretty obvious by now that I was never a prude. Like I said, I've always been a bit of a slut. And when the late 60s and the sexual revolution arrived... I was more than ready for it. I was right there on the front lines, burning my bra."

"But you weren't...."

"What? Young?"

"Well, yeah, although I didn't mean it to sound like that."

"Well it's true, I was a little bit older, and a mother. But at the same time, I was independent long before it was fashionable. I just told you Darren knew all about me before we were married. Let that sink in for a minute."

"So, you're saying you? What the hell are you saying... you and dad have been involved in an orgy or something?" Betsy's sly wink had Ann's mouth dropping open. "You're kidding."

"Well first let me say that that didn't happen until after I saw the first movie, although it was pretty shortly afterward. It took me a little less than a week, but once I learned to deepthroat Darren, that had my confidence soaring at the time. It was right after that that things got a bit more interesting in our marriage, even for us."

"Again... you're kidding me, right?"

"Anna, remember, we didn't live here... we lived in Northern Virginia at the time. That's important."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"It has to do with everything. I've heard you say it a hundred times. This town is a black hole when it comes to social skills and progressiveness. They tout the college, like it makes this some forward-thinking destination. But this isn't really a college town. It's too small-minded. I know because I went to a real college in this state. That's where I met Carrie and Paula. Those were an incredible four years. But after I graduated, I did what society told us that good girls were supposed to do. I got married and had kids, and things settled down a bit... until we moved to Virginia."

"Okay, so what was so different about Virginia than here, besides the obvious?"

"The obvious is really what made it different. It was a much bigger town... you've been there. Didn't you get some furniture there?"

"Yes... the dining room set. And the couch, and my love seat. Oh... and Carol got us our bed from there."

"You see. I mean, sure, the town is twice as big now than when we lived there. But it was still over twenty-five thousand people back then. It was much bigger than here, which meant everybody didn't know everybody's business. More importantly, they didn't want to. My friends... the ones we associated with? They could keep a secret, just like Carrie and Paula can."

"I don't know what to say, Mom. You say that movie was enlightening for you. This is enlightening for me."

"Oh, I think you got enlightened when you moved to California, Anna. While I had fun in college... a lot of fun, my reawakening came after I moved to Virginia, which was well after I got married."

"Actually, mine really came after I got married too. You're right in that I did a lot of things... with a lot of men. And I certainly grew up out there in a lot of ways. But to be honest, most of the things I've learned about myself sexually are because of Neil. It's not even funny."

"And I could say the same for Darren. He's very trusting, and he's my rock. I don't think I could have become who I am without him to lean on all these years. But even with that, it wasn't like we just moved there and I changed the next day. It was a process. We moved there in mid 60s. But just a couple years later, the world was changing. Young women began to express themselves sexually. And I wanted to do that too. I didn't think it was fair that just because I was a little older, I had to miss out. And Darren supported that."

"Probably because he knew he was going to get laid."

"Oh, he's never wanted for sex, Anna. He always got laid. Still does. But we did get more daring, and we did try a lot of new things. Going to the adult movie house and having sex there was just one of dozens of them."

That brought Ann's mind back to the comment Betsy had made before, and she still had questions about it. "So you were really in an orgy, huh."

She shrugged again. "I've been in a lot more than one, actually. I was actually in quite a few during college before I ever met Darren. That might seem strange considering the time period, but it was a pretty progressive school, and I was in a sorority known for promiscuity. Carrie, Paula and I took it upon ourselves to live up to that reputation. But for Darren and I, it wasn't until the early 70s when things kind of evolved for us sexually. We'd gone to those movies and they got me to try a lot of things. Never hard drugs though. I had Gene when I was young, so he was older and off at college... and then on his own. But Neil was still rather young. He was about eleven when we started our wilder phase... but I still had to think like a mother. That thought scared me, not being there for him. Doing something like LSD or cocaine was too risky. The most we ever did was pot, but I loved to get high. Still do, occasionally. It's a lot of fun," she winked

"Wow, sex and drugs? You were a wild child."

"Don't forget the rock and roll. I loved Led Zeppelin. I wanted to fuck Robert Plant so bad I'd get wet just listening to him sing. Still do, on both accounts," she giggled.

"You and a couple million other women. The pot doesn't surprise me, though."

"Not even that I still do it?"

"To each their own. First I would never judge you. Besides, I wish I would have stopped at pot. I never had a problem when I smoked it. Unfortunately, pot doesn't help you battle fatigue. That's why I actually got hooked on speed, for about a year and a half."

"You did?"

"Yeah. I was working a ton of hours trying to build my career, and in my head, speed helped me get through it. All I seemed to be doing was working and sleeping. I needed a social life. Hell, I needed fucked, but I didn't have the energy. One of my girls at work gave me a couple of uppers, calling it a pick-me-up. She'd invited me to a party, and I told her I wasn't going to go because i was exhausted. I took the pills, and an hour later it was like I'd drank a gallon of coffee. I went to the party with her, took two more pretty blue capsules, and had the time of my life."

"You mean you got laid."

"Oh yeah! Big time."

"Big cock?

"Ha! Not really, but it was in my pussy, and that was a start. Plus he seemed cute, and he had good recovery time. After that night I was hooked. First figuratively, and eventually quite literally. Carlotta became my pusher, supplying... well, feeding my addiction, although I didn't see it that way at the time. Turns out she was supplying most of the mall. I didn't care because it was changing my life for what I thought was the better. I began taking speed before parties, and I'd fuck until I had to go to work the next day. Then I started taking them to get through work, just to make it to the next party. My weeks became an endless cycle of partying, sex and drugs, with seventy hours of work thrown in between."

"Seventy? Are you serious?"

"At minimum. I was working seven days a week and I averaged ten hours a day."

"Why on earth would you put yourself through that?"

"I was inexperienced at delegating. And frankly, trusting my staff. I had a great group of girls, and that's including the drug dealer. I just didn't use them very wisely early on. I was a workaholic with a goal. I wanted to have the first million dollar store in what the company called the third tier. Basically, the smallest markets based on area population, economic demographics, and the square footage of the store itself. Eventually I did, but only when I learned to trust and delegate. Until then I barely slept. I hardly ate. I did drugs, worked, did drugs, partied, did drugs, fucked. Every day. Finally a guy at a party actually saw the destructive behavior I was showing and he literally picked me up and took me away from it. I was naked, and he came into the room I was in. I thought he was going to be the next guy to fuck me."

"I take it he wasn't."

"No, he was. But not for a very long time; not until he got me sober. He got me eating healthy and working on my body. Turns out that exercising is what really makes me feel better and gives me energy."

"So you don't do drugs anymore?"

"Just the high that comes from fucking your son. I drink occasionally, but that's it. And with Owen now, I can't see more than that happening."

"You'd be better off smoking pot than drinking, sweetie. You just said yourself that you never had a problem with it. Plus it's safer, and it makes sex incredible."

"I never found that to be true, to be honest."

"Were you fucking a Thomas regularly when you did it?"

"Well, no. I was in my early twenties... experimenting. Most of the guys I fucked back then were selfish assholes."

"Well then you really don't have a good frame of reference."

"You sound like you're trying to talk me into it."

"I am. It's going to blow your mind how incredible it feels when Neil's thick cock rams into you."

"Fuck... you are the most... I cannot believe how lucky I am to have you in my life, Mom. This conversation is so unreal. You're serious about this, aren't you!?"

"You're not breastfeeding anymore. It relaxes you, so it would make you a calmer mom those times Owen really acts up. And I can't emphasize the sex enough. High sex is a hundred times better than drunk sex."

"Huh. I guess I'll have to think about it."

"You should. Here's one more point, and I'll leave it alone. I didn't start until I was in my early forties. By then, after being with Darren so long, I knew what I wanted sexually. Having a loving and trusted partner makes all the difference."

"So you're advocating me getting your son to smoke pot."

"He used to. It's not like he doesn't know we do it, although he'll likely deny it. I know he's taken joints from my stash... I loved the irony of the role reversal. I was taking from Gene's when I started. My take is Neil doesn't anymore because of his position at work. I know they drug tested him to hire him, but being in management they likely won't do it again unless they see a reason. But even if he doesn't, that doesn't mean you can't. And with you being more experienced... the things you've done since you got married; I think you'd be thanking me."