Claire and Catherine Pt. 05

The day for my parents' divorce has finally arrived. The proceedings had been dragging on for several months thanks to Dad's lawyer team. I had only followed the case from a distance; I only knew what my mother would tell me, and it was not a topic I was comfortable talking about. What was certain was that after multiple meetings, an amicable divorce was no longer possible between them. For this final hearing, however, I had been summoned by my mother as a witness; it was the only way she had found to have me by her side, even if I had not witnessed much in their relationship.

I had never entered a courtroom before, and the decorum was making a great impression on me. But once I entered the room where the hearing would take place, I immediately felt oppressed. It was a small, long room, with narrow windows that looked as if they had been designed for a prison. A long table stood in the middle of the room, where my parents and their lawyers would debate with the judge. A series of chairs had been placed along the wall for the less-concerned people, and that was where I was supposed to sit. On my left, a few chairs away, a young woman was seated with her hands on her knees. I would learn later that it was Regina Ricci, the woman who had seduced my father and pushed the marriage to ruin. She looked young, maybe less than thirty years old, and she was very pretty, but something in her eyes was making me shiver. In her eyes, I could see an immense ambition and a strong determination; she was staring at the world as a lioness, hunting for her own pleasure. The room gradually filled up, and it was the first time I would see my father since his separation from Mom; I kissed him politely and went back to my seat, just behind my mother. Then at last the judge arrived.

He was a very old man with a thin face, only weighed down by the weight of years; his skin seemed to fall over his face in waves like a bulldog. It was giving him a very strict look; he was the kind of man who would never laugh. The impression was reinforced when he started speaking; I had the feeling that he had time-traveled from the 1950s. When Mom's lawyer tried to correct him on a detail, his disdainful response ended to convinced me that in his mind, women should stay at home and follow gratefully their husbands. These were just impressions, of course, and apart from his appearance, he seemed to be thorough and rigorous, but a deep feeling of pessimism was already flooding my heart. I was shaking in fear that my mother would have to fight against Dad and the judge as well.

The hearing went on for hours; it was exhausting. Moreover, the temperatures in this early autumn were refusing to drop, and the room had no air conditioning. And to top it all, Dad had apparently authorized his lawyers to attack Mom shamelessly. They made a series of claims about her lack of professionalism, that she had lost interest in the management of her firm, and they even claimed that she failed to respect her marital duties sufficiently. All a list of false pretexts that Mom's lawyer easily brushed aside. Mom was the firm's principal architect, and it was a common decision that she would focus on this part of her work while Dad would manage the firm. As for the marital duties, the lawyer stressed that it was precisely because Mom was concentrating on her work. Then the attacks became more vicious.

Dad and his team had hired a private detective, who had followed Mom since the separation. They displayed before the judge a series of very embarrassing photographs depicting all that I have told you, except for the context and Mom's emotional distress. I was sitting behind her and I couldn't see her face; all I could see was her absence of reaction, and I was unable to guess how she was dealing with the humiliation. However, it was clear that the old judge was not happy with what he was seeing. The final blow was the showing of an extract from the porno Mom had made, it wasn't the worst parts but enough to prove to the judge the lack of morality in Mom's character. At least, that's what Dad's lawyers were trying to demonstrate. From where I was, it was obvious that Mom's lawyer was unaware of any of this, and she didn't know how to defend her. I was livid, making an effort not to cry. Finally, Mom decided to speak for herself.

- Your honor, I deny nothing of this; in fact, I am not even ashamed of it. On the contrary, I am proud to have succeeded in emancipating myself from my ex-husband, with whom I had built my entire life. He was not just my husband; he was my partner in our architecture firm, he was my best friend, he was my confidant. For more than thirty years, we have shared the same life, the same friends, the same interests. He chose to carry on his affair with Miss Ricci in secret, and did so for several months before we separated. For my part, I did not want to hide; I wanted to reclaim my life, including my sexuality.

The discussion continued for a long time, each side trying to undermine the other. Then, at last, the judge announced his conclusions.

- Ms Catherine B., Mr Justin B., I would like to start by thanking you for your patience. But I will not lie, I did not like what I heard today. Madame, I personally despise your choices, your lust disgusts me, and I believe you are a terrible example for the young generation, in particular to your daughter here, to whom I offer my most sincere apologies.

The judge paused for a long moment, giving my mother a look of absolute contempt. I was starting to have a panic attack; it only lasted a few seconds, but time seemed to have stopped during that moment. I was holding onto my chair with all my strength to prevent myself from jumping at his throat. I wanted to scream that it was all my fault, that Mom would have never done this if I had not been there. As for Dad, I could see a victorious smile on his face, and one of his lawyers even patted him on the back. Then the judge spoke again, this time turning to my father.

- Against all odds, there is someone worse than you, Madame. Yes, Sir, you are even more despicable. You started this hearing by diminishing your affair, until the proof of a long-term relationship had been brought to me by the opposite side. Then you tried to hide your fault behind a succession of attacks against your wife, with a violence I rarely witness here. Sir, your behavior repulses me even more than Madame's.

I was taken completely by surprise by this remark. I thought that even though he was old-fashioned, he was still capable of detecting Dad's tricks. He paused again, this time to drink his glass of water, and I was now really agitated. I had no idea what he was going to say next.

- After careful consideration, it seems obvious to me that the original fault was committed by Mr Justin B., and Ms Catherine B. decided to part ways after discovering the affair. It was only afterward that she began activities that I cannot tolerate, even if she had behaved out of weakness due to her situation. Whatever I may think of it, what Madame may have done after the separation was acted and divorce proceedings initiated is not relevant in the current hearing. If Mr Justin B. considers that Ms Catherine B. has committed illegal acts during this period, he will have to bring any evidence he possesses to the police station and file a formal complaint that will be independent from this divorce case. For the current matter, I can see only one culprit here, and I intend to be particularly vindictive in the judgment I pronounce. Not only did you cheat on your wife for several months, but you also pretended to be a victim with a series of shameless attacks. Sir, you are a vile person, and I have nothing but contempt for you.

Nobody dared to speak after that. The hearing was almost finished, and it was only a matter of making decisions on technical details before it ended. Finally, Mom would leave the courtroom a winner, the judge decided that she would receive a massive alimony, and he had rejected Dad's request to buy Mom's shares in the firm for any price other than the market's price. As for me, I was still in shock and completely exhausted, even though I had barely done anything. All I had to do was introduce myself and tell how I found my mother when she knocked on my door; it lasted less than thirty seconds. My mother, though, looked radically different than me. She was radiant as she was descending the court steps, she seemed barely touched by the vicious attacks on her sex life, I couldn't even see any traces of sweat on her! I was in awe in front of that marvelous and incredible woman, so strong and so determined; I was so proud to have her as my mother.

Naturally, we went to celebrate Mom's victory in a very refined restaurant. Our table was filled with glasses of wine, only the best wines the chef could suggest. It was such an important moment that we had to do something special. After this wonderful moment, we went back to her apartment, which was just nearby. She had invited me to stay for the night so I would not have to go home alone. I gladly accepted, I was really tired, as was she. But we still had some energy to open a last bottle, just for the pleasure of toasting together. She had put some music on, and we started dancing, just for the fun of it. It was a magical moment, we drank, we danced, we laughed, we were not thinking of anything else apart from enjoying this beautiful evening. Then, out of nowhere, we kissed.

It was not a passionate kiss, our lips barely touched, but it gave us both an electric shock. In a heartbeat, we had sobered up. One minute before, we were still in each other's arms, and the next, we had put two meters at least between us. We had certainly had a lot to drink a lot, but we both knew it was a line we could not cross. We were looking at each other, nervous and unsure, neither of us daring to speak up. In the end, as often, it was Mom who broke the ice.

- I think we have had too much alcohol.

- I am so sorry, Mom, I don't know what happened.

- I apologize, too, Claire. I believe we are both equally responsible there.

- Maybe, I don't often drink to celebrate, usually I drink to get in the mood for something intimate.

- I can imagine, said my mother, laughing. If I'm being honest, after a day like this one, I would have enjoyed some sex, just to free myself from all the tension of the day.

- I know what you mean, Mom, I feel the same way. Maybe it's best if I call a taxi and go home.

- Don't be ridiculous, Claire, we should be able to survive one night without sex, right? And even if I ask a friend to come here, you will only hear some noises; you have seen me do worse things by now.

- That's true, but I was never there. Wouldn't it be weird?

- You are scared because you think you would want to join us, am I right?

- You are correct, I would certainly want that, even though I don't want to have sex with you.

- Well, Claire, if you think of it, after all we have done this summer, in a way, we are already intimate.

- I know Mom, and I know that it did not change our relationship. Or if it did, it only got us closer.

- Claire, you do realize where this discussion is leading us?

- I am aware of that, Mom, but I can assure you that I feel to attraction for you.

- I feel the same for you. You are my daughter, you are also the best friend I have ever had, and I have the conviction that whatever may happen tonight will not damage our relationship.

- Mom, I need to say this, I don't want to have sex with you, I just want to have sex.

- And I don't want to have sex with you either, Claire, but here we are. Just two women who need sex, nothing more.

We both needed to justify what was about to happen. We were looking for excuses, and I believe that all that we said was true. I genuinely did not want her. I was bothered by the taboo of incest, but after all we had been through together, we both knew that sleeping together would not destroy us. We were stronger than that now. We were going to sleep together without any of us fantasizing on it, we were going to sleep together despite the taboo, we both knew it now, we accepted it. Step by step, we went closer to each other and we hugged for a while. Then our mouths joined, and our tongues became one. The first contact was strange; I could feel her apprehension, as she could certainly feel mine. My hands would prudently stay on her back or her hips; hers would not go further either. I had closed my eyes to kiss her, when I opened my eyes again, I met her gaze, and she was just as confused as I was. Suddenly, a memory emerged into both our minds, the summer we had just spent together, our crazy challenges, the videos, and all that we had made each other do. And we burst into laughter.

We were so ridiculous, we had slept with more men and women than most people, we had sex in public, sex with strangers, sex in groups, sex here and sex there, and despite all of that, we were still like two little girls feeling like we had done something really stupid. We knew it was just the taboo that was holding us back; we thought we were ready for anything, but we could not do this. We laughed for a long time, unable to stop, as if our brains were using this trick to prevent us from going any further. There was a moment, though, where we calmed down, and we used that brief instant to find a way to go forward. We had to do something different to diffuse the tension between us. It was my mother who ultimately made the first step. She approached her mouth to mine, but instead of kissing my mouth, she started a French kiss on my nose.

It was a very bizarre way to get closer, and it was precisely what we needed. We could not just have sex together like any couple. It had to be different, unique, unexpected. She was tickling me with her tongue in my nostrils, and I was chuckling at the weirdness of our situation. When her mouth eventually released my nose, it was as if I was discovering it for the first time; as if my mother had knitted new nerve endings there. It was an amazingly erotic feeling, and I had never felt anything like it before. In return, I went for her chin to keep the situation in a bizarre and original mood. I sucked and licked her chin until it would shine in the dark. I had never even considered using such areas in a sexual way; it was as if I was discovering sex all over again, and it was incredible. I knew that from now on, it would be a main kink of mine to explore every possible part of the human body!

And so went our foreplay, one trying the ears of the other, the other going for the armpits, one with the belly button, the other with the toes. We could not stop laughing; it was a time of great complicity. We were talking, we were giggling, I had never laughed with my mother as I did that night. She, too, was probably discovering me in a different light; at this moment, we were not a mother and a daughter anymore, we were best friends. Best friends sleeping together, there should be nothing wrong with that. And the pleasure was so intense; every lick was making the other shiver. Both of us were discovering new erogenous zones; I had not felt this since my teenage years. It was so unexpected that it made me cry a little; I thought I would never experience that again.

Things eventually became more serious. We needed time to get used to each other, but we were now ready to really get down to business. It was I who made the first step; I was just putting my mother's toes out of my mouth, and as I was about to stand up, I realized I was facing her wet and open vagina. I should have looked at her before, to make sure that she was ready for this, but her sex was so inviting that I plunged my head into it eagerly. She did not retreat from me; on the contrary, she welcomed me warmly between her legs as I was sliding my tongue all over her dripping wet labia. Her smell, her taste, it all felt like I had known that for all my life. I had never had so much pleasure in licking a woman before; I could not get enough of her. Finally, she had to push me away to get me off of her; she wanted to taste me, too.

I think she have me an orgasm in less than two seconds, after her tongue touched my pussy. She went to penetrate me with her tongue, she drank my nectar, and started all over on me. It was now obvious there would be many orgasms that night. Yet, for the first time, I could judge how good my mother now was at sex, and she was still an apprentice. She was a fast learner, but it had only been a few months since she started her sexual training. I'm not saying she was not good at it, beginners sometimes compensate for their lack of skill by a tremendous amount of will and tenderness. A few times in my life, I had the chance to be the first lesbian experience of a girl, and it was almost every time a lovely moment. I was enjoying seeing them trying their very best on my pussy that confuses them; a part of them think that they know their own vagina so well, but another part is completely scared of it. And in the end, I could witness the sheer joy they experience when they realize the strength of the pleasure their body can produce. I had been one of those girls, too, and my mother was still a little bit like them. I loved thinking that I was helping her to become a complete woman.

The sex that night was long and exhausting; we made love until daybreak before the fatigue of the day overcame us. When I woke up, my head was still resting on my mother's breast. She was still asleep, and I could see a tiny smile on her face. She was probably having a sweet dream. We remained embraced almost all morning, as if the enchantment would disappear if we parted. We did not speak much, but it was clear for both of us that we would never do it again. It was too perfect, we could never do better, and starting a regular sexual relationship with my mother would only tarnish the memory of that fabulous night. I was aware that we had committed incest, but I was unable to feel bad about it; I had sex with an amazing person, I had spent an incredible night, and deep down, I know my mother feels the same way.

This is the end of my story, and it is now time to conclude. To that end, let me move forward in time. It has been a full year since the divorce, and a few things have changed.

Mom is still the co-owner of her former architecture firm, but she has completely withdrawn from it. She enjoys the dividends due to her, as well as the allowance Dad gives her every month. But she is not idle, quite the opposite. Her first action was to acquire the bookshop where I work. If you remember well, I was searching at the beginning of this story for funding or solutions to save my job; the previous owner being very old, she wanted to sell it to have enough money for a comfortable end of life. It was Mom's way of thanking me for supporting her when she needed it, but she refused to have me as an employee, so she arranged for me to take be in charge of the bookshop. But her true activity now is porn. Not as an actress, although she did some scenes here and there, her job is mainly in managing the studio she is financing. She is working with the founder of the studio, and they agreed to focus their production on female pleasure, and she makes a point of maintaining a financial balance. Knowing that there is an audience for that always warms my heart!

As for me, I came back to my old life of debauchery and one-night stands. Except that I am now my own boss, I run the bookshop, I decide who I want to hire, and I make the rules. Every day, I surprise myself enjoying that new role, even though it's much more demanding and time-consuming. I can't enjoy sex as much as I used to, but I'm now enjoying my work too, and that is completely new and unexpected. And as I'm in charge, I can always have my own orgy in the back room when the shop is closed. When I'm not working, I like to visit my favorite swingers club, where Mom is now a regular as well. When we meet there, we carefully avoid each other's intimate moments; we are amongst friends, but we intend to keep our little adventure a secret.

Well, almost a secret, since I had to tell you about it. But I'm confident I can trust your discretion to preserve my honor!