Learning

Abit of background information...my mother is now a lesbian, I live with her and her girlfriend Tracey and my younger brother.

As I lay in bed, yet another night of hearing the 'pleasure' each other...screaming and panting...I'm old enough to know what they're doing but too young to fully understand it. It turns my stomach, as i place the pillow over my early, squeeze my eyes closed and pray I will soon fall asleep. As always I am too angry...how can they even call it sex? It's just wrong!

This was not an unusual scenario for me, however one day as I walked home from school earlier that normal as I'd had a free period, I got home to realise that mum was in fact home? As I walked down the path I was sickened by what I saw...there they were at it on the kitchen table, actually on the table...both naked my mother had her legs wrapped around Tracey and was grinding against her, the longer I watched the less angry I felt, I felt tingly inbetween my legs....I left, worried I'd get caught, perhaps I should come home later.

All night I wondered about what I had seen, why had it made me feel that way?