Chapter 12

On Thursday, Nana received a packet of contraceptive pills from her father, who had purchased them at a drugstore in a neighboring community. She read the instructions carefully before taking one, then popped one in her mouth following it with a glass of water. Barring something unforeseen, she should now be protected from any unwanted pregnancies.

But what Nana wanted most was something only she and her mother would be able to enjoy: she wanted to be made love to by each and every member of the family. She had made love to her father, would save her brother for the weekend, though he didn't know it yet, and now she wanted to make love with her mother.

She had seen the lesbian scene in the movie-her mother with a strange blonde woman, and she had seen the two women apparently enjoying themselves. So she decided, even if there was no cock involved, she wanted to be loved by her mother as much as she wanted the men in her family.

At noon time, Nana came home from school for lunch. She not only had a lunch period, but two free periods, as well, and wouldn't be due back in school until quarter-to-two.

Sarita, as usual, had lunch prepared for her daughter, and the two always talked about whatever it was that interested Nana most at the moment. The dark-haired girl was very close to her mother in most respects. But now she wanted to get even closer.

As she ate her spiced bologna sandwich, she said, "How come you've never discussed the birds and the bees with me, mom?"

"Oh, I don't know," Sarita shrugged. "I just figured you'd learn about it in school and learn it a whole lot better than anything I'd be able to tell you."

"Now that's bull and you know it," Nana smiled, finishing her sandwich and tossing off the rest of her soda.

"Nana, whatever do you mean?" her mother asked.

It was a cool day, and both mother and daughter had on full dresses, though with short sleeves. Nana's was pink with blue trim, and Sarita's was green.

"Mom, I saw that reel of film in Bert's room," Nana said quietly.

"Oh!" was all her mother was able to reply.

"Hey, I don't hold it against you," the girl told her. "I mean, you told me you came to the U.S. when you were young, with your stepfather, and he made you work for him to earn him money. You just neglected to say how. I can't blame you. In fact, from what I saw, it looked like you were having lots of fun."

"Nana, that's not something we should discuss," her mother insisted.

"Why not?" Nana asked. "I mean, you did it, why not talk about it?"

"It was wrong and shameful. I didn't know it at the time, and I want to protect you from having to go through something like that."

"I'd never do anything like that for money," Nana told her. "But I'd do it for love, and you know, when the time comes, there's no way you'd be able to stop me."

"You're being naughty," her mother insisted, taking the plates from the table and stacking them in the dishwasher.

"The heck I am," Nana told her. "What really intrigued me was the way you turned on with that blonde."

"Now come on, Nana, I don't want to talk . ... "

"Mom, I'm a big girl, now, and I very much would like to talk about it. You know, keeping me ignorant is the worst thing you can do."

"I don't know . ... "

"Was it an unhappy time in your life?" Nana asked, shrewdly. "I mean, I can understand you not wanting to talk about something that was unhappy, but . ... "

"No," her mother admitted, as Nana had known she would. "It wasn't an unhappy time. In fact, if it had been unhappy, I might be more willing to talk about it."

"Gee, you mean you liked it."

"Yes," her mother sighed, sitting across the table from her, holding her hand. "I liked it. I liked it a lot."

"No kidding? Even doing things you did with that blonde?"

"It was pleasant," her mother admitted. "Everything sexual has always been pleasant to me, but your father took me away from it all because he's better than any of them."

"Still," Nana persisted, "you did like it!"

"Yes, I liked it, and I'd probably still be doing it on the side, even if I were a big TV star again. But . ... "

"But what?"

"Well, since I married your father, I haven't . ... "

"Mom, we both know better, don't we."

"What are you talking about?" Sarita gasped. "I'm talking about you and Bert," Nana replied. "I saw you, yesterday, and again last night."

"You saw us?"

"Not only that, but last night I took movies."

"Nana!"

"So you see, ma, unless you teach me what you learned with that blonde, I might have to tell daddy."