This fic was requested by user dared-the-demon-king and I'm using it to kind of get back into the swing of writing again after my break. As the description says, this fic includes smut and incest between aged-up Violet and Helen Parr, so if that's not something you're into, feel free to stop reading here.
Violet liked to walk around the house naked.
It's not as weird as it seems.
She grew up in a house with a dad and two brothers, and they were so loud. Even just existing, they somehow did it loudly. Their very beings swelled until they took up all the space in the house, leaving her to suffocate squashed up against a wall. She loved them, definitely, but they could just be a lot, and while her mom was slightly more subdued, Violet was still easily overwhelmed.
Her powers helped her with that slightly. It was easy to disappear for a while and blend into the background, pretending she was somewhere else. But there was one major problem.
She could disappear, but that would just leave her clothes filled out and levitating. In a way, it made her even more obvious than if she was visible. Her super suit was always an option, but it was skin tight and a pain to put on every time she wanted to disappear for a bit, which happened a lot.
Hence getting naked was the easiest and most practical option.
When Violet first discovered this, she was torn between thinking she was a genius and hating herself for not having done it sooner. It suddenly seemed so obvious that that was what she should have been doing all along.
The first time was an accident. She's forgotten a towel and had to make her way past the living room to get to her bedroom after a shower. Once she'd shaken as much water off of herself as possible and dried whatever she could using the floor mat, she turned invisible, putting up a force field for good measure, and cautiously left the bathroom.
The whole family was in the living room doing whatever it was they were doing. Violet held her breath as she approached, but even once she was in the hallway, no one gave her a second glance. It was like she was invisible. Well, she knew that she was, but she never really felt it until now.
She approached her family but none of them even looked her way. She pulled a funny face at Jack Jack who continued to stare at the cartoons playing on TV. She flipped off Dash who just turned the page of his comic book. She slouched in front of her parents who didn't tell her off for it like they usually would. Violet could barely contain the laugh she wanted to let out.
Ironically, not being private about her body would pave the way to her own privacy.
Her system worked so well that she still did it even though she was already in college. Dash was in highschool and Jack Jack was in elementary school which was really weird to think about. They'd come a long way since their superhero adventures first started, but that part of her hadn't changed. Old habits die hard.
Even though Violet was alone in the house, she still kept her routine. She liked the complete and total isolation, as if she was a ghost passing through the house's walls rather than one of its inhabitants. She would go through all the rooms, taking in every detail but leaving no trace, as if she was never there. It was good on days where she really just wanted to disappear.
That particular day, she was supposed to be at her college's masquerade ball. She was in her final year so she no longer stayed on campus, instead living back in her family home which was thankfully only a short drive from school. She still attended most college socials, but the masquerade ball was a no-go, not because she would have hated it, but more specifically because she didn't have a date. She was supposed to go with Tony, but as of two weeks ago, they were no longer an item, and she hadn't had the time to snag another date before then. To her relief, the house was empty. Her dad had taken her brothers out of town to watch a baseball game, and her mom was out so Violet didn't have to worry about having to answer any uncomfortable questions.
Not like they would have seen her to ask anyway.
She was sitting on the hardwood floor in her parents' bedroom, in a corner by the closet, away from any carpets or beds or plush armchairs which would have given away her position by sinking under her weight. What she was doing was bizarrely meditative, and she often wondered if this was what the kung fu masters meant by 'inner peace'. She used the time to reflect a little and think about her next steps.
Tony and her had been together for a long time, but even then, it had always been kind of on and off. They took 'breaks' a lot. They got into fights, their hectic schedules would make it so that they didn't see each other for months, or sometimes he would just totally forget her (she blamed her dad for that one). She wasn't devastated that they'd broken up. If anything, she was embarrassed about the reason, which is why she hadn't told anyone yet.
Did she really need a new significant other? Boys had often proven themselves to be unreliable and irritating. Plus, she was almost halfway through her final year of college. She could just focus on school until she graduated and then find a guy or girl once she was out in the working world. That wouldn't be so bad, would it? It wouldn't be the end of the world.
Violet had been so lost in her own thoughts that she'd failed to notice the front door of the house open and shut. In fact, she hadn't noticed she wasn't alone at all, not until her mom opened the bedroom door.
If Helen noticed that the lights in her bedroom were on even though she'd turned them off before she left, she didn't question it. She was a mom. Things could slip through the cracks, and they often did. She shut the door behind her, stretching out now that she was in the privacy of her own home. Supers might not have been in hiding anymore, but she still got weird stares sometimes whenever she twisted herself three hundred and sixty degrees to ease the tension in her back. She was relieved to know that she had the house completely to herself for a few hours, with the boys being out of town and Violet at her college event until late.
Violet froze, her nerves spiking. There had been a few close calls where she almost bumped into another family member in her state before, but this was the first time she found herself in a particularly sticky situation. The floor between her spot on the floor and the door was almost entirely carpeted, so her footsteps would more than likely give her away. Plus, Helen had shut the bedroom door. Violet wouldn't be able to open it without drawing her mother's attention.
She ran through the options in her head, finding that she was done quickly since there was only really one. Wait until Mom left the room, either to use the bathroom or to go to some other part of the house, and then make a run for it.
The young woman shrank back as her mother approached her spot on the floor, and Violet was almost certain Helen's maternal instincts sensed her daughter was in the room with her. But to her relief, Helen was only opening the closet, digging through one of the drawers. When she stood up again though, Violet had to contain a gasp.
Her mother was holding a sex toy.
It was an oblong object, not a perfect cylinder but rather one that had a little more curve to it. Violet could see buttons on it but no wires, so she could only assume it was battery operated. She knew what sex toys were, but she wasn't all too familiar with using them. She didn't even own one, so seeing one in person left her wide-eyed with wonder, before more panic flooded her mind.
Her mother was holding a sex toy.
And walking towards the bed with said sex toy.
And sitting down on the edge of it.
And pulling down her shorts.
Oh, this was bad.
Violet had to get out of there.
She could use her force field, but that would just distribute the weight more greatly and leave larger patches on the carpet, and the door was still shut. Or she could try to get out through the window. No, they were shut too. That wouldn't work. Her rational mind screamed to get herself away from that situation as fast as possible, but a terrible part of her urged her to stay.
She'd never seen someone use a sex toy in real life before. She'd never even been a massive porn person, though that might have ultimately been her downfall as shown by the events that led to her breakup. Maybe… maybe if she watched whatever was about to happen, it could give her a better idea of what she was supposed to be doing. She had a direct view to it, after all, since Helen was almost facing the spot she was sitting in head-on. Anyway, it wasn't like Violet had the option to leave.
Helen loved what she called her 'private time', and she had plenty of tools to facilitate it. Sometimes she and Bob used them in the bedroom together, but more often than not, she used them on her own. The toy she was holding was a particular favourite of hers, able to bring her some of her most powerful orgasms. The day had been stressful and she badly needed some private time to decompress, which made her all the more eager to use it.
Her shorts and panties were off, leaving her naked from the waist down. The bedside drawer had a small tube of lube which she retrieved, using it to prepare her toy for proper use.
When she brought the vibrator to her clit and turned it on, she groaned and Violet blushed. The sound alone was so erotic, not to mention the view of Helen's hips slowly rising and dipping, grinding against the object.
"Oh yeah, that's the stuff," Helen sighed, melting into the buzzing sensation and shaking away the stresses of the day. She relished the feeling, her mind drifting off into her deepest fantasies.
Her mother's eyes were closed, eyelids fluttering. Violet could have technically made a run for it. At least try to get closer to the door, even if she couldn't open it. But she found herself routed to the spot, her eyes glued to her mother. It didn't help that she had the perfect view, and to her surprise, her body was reacting to it strongly. She never really masturbated. She loved the idea of it, but it always felt like she wasn't doing it right, so she normally resisted the urge to whenever it crept up on her. So why was this suddenly getting her so excited?
Violet's legs instinctively shifted a little further apart, her hands resting in her lap between them. She could feel her own warmth even from a distance.
Helen was dripping, her clit swollen and sensitive. She and the toy were certainly wet enough, so there was nothing else keeping her from doing what she wanted to do next. She aimed the tip of the object at her entrance and slowly slid it in, moaning coarsely as she did. Some days, her fingers were enough, but other days, she needed this. The feeling of being full.
Violet's jaw dropped. She hadn't imagined that that was what the toy was for. Maybe she was really more naive than she thought. She stared at her mother who had worked the entire length of the object inside of her. It was left lodged in her pussy while she took the opportunity to shakily unbutton her shirt and undo her bra, just to get a feel of her own breasts. Her clothes were still on her, but they were a mess, and so was she as her volume rose, chasing her own orgasm.
The younger woman's hand tentatively rested between her legs. Touching herself felt… odd. Unfamiliar. Her heart raced as those same thoughts crept into her head, questioning if this was what masturbation was supposed to be like. Helen used one hand to rub her clit, and Violet figured it had to be. With great hesitation, she started to rub herself, keeping an eye on her mother and trying to mimic her movements. She let her hips rise and fall, her body flowing with her movements. It definitely started to feel good, and Violet felt her doubts ebb away. She kept going.
Helen yelped as the angle of the vibrator shifted unexpectedly, her favourite feature of the toy's mechanics. It rolled against her inner walls in a different way, hitting that sweet bundle of nerves that sent her spiralling. "God! Fuck!" she cried as she came quickly, her body wracked with her orgasm. Her hands gripped and tore at the sheets while her pussy soaked them, the vibrator drawing every ounce of pleasure from her. Violet watched in amazement. She hadn't expected her mom to be a squirter.
On the floor, Violet was desperate to finish. She imagined the intensity of her mom's orgasm, and she wanted to feel the burst of pleasure she'd just witnessed in front of her eyes. It was a rare thing. She'd only ever experienced an orgasm once or twice, and she wasn't even sure if that was what it really was. Maybe she just needed some external assistance. She imagined if she could use that toy on herself. Then, her mind got the better of her and Violet imagined her mom using it on her. The image of her mother lubing up the toy and sliding it into her, holding her down as her body writhed and bucked, it plagued her mind. She didn't realise she could be so turned on by this taboo thought, but as she shut her eyes and imagined, she found herself fixated on it. She felt like she was almost there.
Now done with her orgasm, Helen shut off the vibrator and slid it out of her with a whimper. She smiled and shrugged herself out of the remnants of her clothes, looking forward to a nice bath to cool down. That was when her ears pricked up and she was drawn to the sound of someone else's soft panting. She scanned the room and to her shock, she saw Violet. Her daughter was touching herself on the floor near her closet. Her powers were going off, making her flicker between being visible and invisible.
"Violet?"
Violet's eyes shot open, realising to her horror that her mom was staring right at her. At first, she thought she was still invisible, but one glance down told her she was very much visible. Horrified, she quickly hid herself and put up her force field, but it was too late. The damage was done.
"What are you doing?" Helen shrieked, stretching to grab the blanket and using it to try and cover herself up. It was a double bed so the blanket was comically too large for its job.
"I… I was… just…" Violet was panicking, and that was making her powers flicker again, giving Helen the occasional view of her naked body. She tried to make a dash for the door — she could have really used Dash's superspeed then — but Helen stretched until she could block it. She was quick, but not quick enough as Violet managed to shut herself inside the bathroom, locking the door firmly behind her.
"Violet Parr, you get out here right now!" Helen pounded on the bathroom door, jiggling the handle in an attempt to get inside.
"No!"
"Don't make me come in there! You know I will." Her hand flattened and slipped through the crack in the door, searching for the locking mechanism so she could get in. As she searched, she continued her interrogation. "Why were you in my room? Why were you naked? Why aren't you at your college social thing? You told me weeks ago that you were going with Tony and I expected you to—"
"Tony and I broke up!" she blurted out.
Helen retracted, still reaching out to the door but holding herself back. "Oh, Vi… another break?"
From behind the door, Violet shook her head. "No. For good. We're done."
Her mother sighed heavily, stepping back from the door. She sat back on the bed, wrapping the blanket around her for a little bit of modesty. "Come out, hun. Talk to me. What happened?"
"Promise you won't yell at me?"
"Well, can you blame me for yelling considering you were hiding naked in my room?"
"I guess not." Hesitantly, Violet unlocked the bathroom door and padded out. She was still invisible, but Helen could still see her movements from her footprints in the carpet. Violet sat down next to her mom, the mattress dipping to show her force field was down.
Helen didn't want to jump straight into why her daughter was watching her masturbate, so she started with something else. "Why weren't you at your dance thing tonight? I thought you were really excited about it. You had your dress and your mask ready and everything."
Violet sighed, her shoulders sinking. "I didn't have a date."
"Weren't you going with Tony?"
"Tony and I broke up two weeks ago, and I couldn't find a date since then. All of my friends were going with their partners and I didn't want to be the only single one there, so I decided to just stay home."
"Vi, I know you and Tony were always on and off, what with your hero work and his… forgetfulness." That made Violet scoff. "But I thought recently the two of you were going strong."
"I thought so too," she admitted.
"So what happened?"
Violet shook her head before remembering her mom couldn't see her. "It's super embarrassing. I'm not heartbroken if that's what you're asking. The relationship was unstable. I think I kind of knew something that started when I was fourteen wasn't gonna last my whole life."
Helen offered her daughter a small smile. "I've heard a lot of embarrassing stories. Try me."
She was met with a long gap of silence. If Violet wasn't sitting down, she would have been convinced her daughter left and she was alone in the room. But the second dip in the mattress was still there. After a long time, she finally spoke. "We had sex—"
"Did you use protection?" Helen asked instinctively before cringing along with her daughter.
"God, Mom! Yes, I'm not dumb. Of course I did. Is that seriously what you interrupted me for?"
"Well, you never ended up getting on the pill and… sorry. I should stop talking. Go on."
VIolet's voice was soft and shy when she continued. "Tony and I had sex for the first time. It was like you said. We were going strong and we thought that the moment finally felt right. But… I think I was really bad at it." She buried her head in her hands. If she was visible, she would have been blushing. "I don't really like watching porn. It always felt so weird and impersonal to me. I've read a book or two that had smut in it, but they didn't prepare me all that well either. And when we were actually doing it, it was really awkward. And a little painful if I'm honest. I had to look up if blood is a normal thing for a first time and spoiler alert: it is. Why does no one ever talk about that?
Anyway, yeah. It was bad. It was messy and clumsy, and not in a good way. We were in Tony's dorm, and after he finished, he hinted that I should leave, so I did. The next day, he said we should end things because he felt the chemistry we had was too volatile. I'm pretty sure he had to use thesaurus to think of that. Something about how we got together when we were fourteen and young, and now that we're older, we just don't fit together anymore. I kind of got that, but the terrible sex was probably the catalyst to the end of our relationship.
I didn't come in here to watch you. I was here the whole time. I… the naked thing is weird, but it's how I get away from the world when I need a break. I like to walk through it without being noticed, to just exist without having to worry about anything. It's perfect for people watching. But then you came home and started doing… that… and I couldn't think of a way to get away without getting caught. The only thing left to do was watch. And Mom, you were so sure of yourself and what to do, I just… I couldn't help myself. It was wrong of me, and I shouldn't have done it. I'm sorry."
Helen sat there buffering. Her daughter had unloaded a lot of information onto her and she needed time to process. After a bout of silence, she finally spoke. "Did he hurt you?"
"What?" Violet stammered, shocked.
"Did Tony hurt you?"
"What do you—"
"Answer the goddamn question, Violet," Helen said firmly.
She shook her head. "No. No, of course not. Not intentionally. It was a little uncomfortable, but isn't that normal? It wasn't rape or anything. It was all completely consensual, and he asked me loads of times if I was okay to keep going. I think we both just didn't really know what we were doing."
The mother clenched her fists tightly by her sides. "I swear, I will find that boy and I will personally castrate him."
"Mom!"
"No one dates my daughter, shows her a terrible time in bed, dumps her and gets away with it."
"The breaking up was a mutual decision. And he wasn't terrible—"
"Did you finish?" Helen interrupted.
Violet stumbled over her words. "N-no…"
"Did he finish?"
"Well, yeah—"
"Then it was good for him but bad for you," Helen concluded simply. "And that's perfectly okay. It's nothing to be ashamed about. It was your first time and no one's first time is perfect. What wasn't okay was that being a reason for you two to break up."
Violet was slowly growing more visible, her form there but faded. Helen wanted to inch closer before she realised the two of them were both naked, so she kept her distance. "It's okay for your first time to hurt at first. It's normal to bleed a little. I should have told you that as your mom."
"You couldn't really. We never talk about this stuff."
"But we should have. And it should have grown to feel better for you. A little uncomfortable, yeah, but ultimately, sex should feel good. My first time started out really badly, but my partner and I worked to figure out what felt better. It was still an awkward experience, but it got us to know our bodies more."
Her daughter shrank into herself. "I don't know how you just know what to do. I never know if I'm doing things right."
"I've had more years of experience than you, Vi. You're still young. You'll figure stuff out."
"I'm in my last year of college. Everyone else is having sex with other people. I feel like I'm running out of time."
"You just need to work out what works best for you."
"I wouldn't even know where to start. Today was the first time in a long time I even…" Her voice trailed off.
"Masturbated?" Helen finished. She was met with a silent nod.
The two women didn't know it, but their minds were both drifting off to the same place. Helen clearly had plenty of experience and confidence, enough to know what she was doing, and Violet badly needed guidance because watching videos and reading about it would never really be enough for her. They needed each other in this strange way. Helen needed to be better at dealing with intimate topics, like any mother should. She had left it way too late. And Violet needed to discover her own body and the power that it held. Even if it meant asking an impossible question.
"Can you… teach me?" she asked, at the same time Helen said, "I could… teach you."
They stared at each other for a few moments, dumbfounded.
"Seriously?" they exclaimed in unison, before breaking out in nervous laughter.
"You'd be okay with it?" Violet questioned.
"I mean, it's unconventional for sure, but we're supers. What part of our lives is normal? As long as you're fine with it, and you won't think it's weird."
"No, no. I think… I think I really need this."
"Okay, great," Helen said, puffing out a breath. "What do you wanna know?"
Violet looked at her mom hopefully. "Everything?"
She knew her daughter was so uncertain. She had always been a shy person, and that could seep into her self esteem sometimes. While she wanted her to be more confident, Helen knew she had to take the reins, just until Violet figured herself out a little more. "Come here, hun. Lay back on the bed."
Violet scooched on her but until she was completely on the bed. She lay down on it, feeling her weight pressing into the mattress.
"Spread your legs for me?" Helen requested.
The younger woman was hesitant, but did as she was told. She wanted — needed — this, so she planted her feet and spread her legs. Helen blushed a little at the view; a small bush, a pair of cute lips and a perky clit right at the top. She was in a little bit of a daze, but quickly knocked herself out of it. Focus. "Show me how you'd usually touch yourself."
"I… I rarely do it," Violet replied softly. "It never really feels right."
"Does it feel good?" Helen countered.
"Well… yeah…"
"The thing about masturbating is that there isn't really a 'wrong' way to do it. It might come easier for guys because it's more straightforward, but as long as what you're doing makes you feel good, it should be enough," she explained. She noticed Violet was still nervous, her arms firmly planted at her sides, so she offered another suggestion. "Can I touch you? I could show you how I usually do it."
Violet's whole face was beet red, but to her own surprise, she nodded.
"Okay." Helen noticed that Violet was already pretty wet, probably from what happened earlier, so she didn't stall. She reached between her daughter's legs and began to rub her slippery clit, her fingers moving deftly. Violet whimpered, her legs instinctively spreading wider.
Helen had been with a few women here and there, plus she had plenty of practice on herself, so safe to say she knew what she was doing. The way she moved her fingers to draw out the most pleasurable sounds from her daughter emanated nothing but experience. "Does this feel good, Vi?" she asked, her voice low and husky.
"Yes," she whispered in response. "Keep going, Mom."
She'd almost not wanted to use that term. 'Mom' seemed so out of place in the bedroom in that context, but it just slipped out. Neither of them were complaining. Helen could feel Violet getting wetter from that line alone, and she'd be lying if she said she didn't feel a jolt of excitement herself at hearing it.
Her fingers worked quicker, pushing Violet's buttons in any way she could. Her index finger slipped into her waiting hole, prompting the younger woman to yelp. The sound almost made Helen worry she was doing something wrong, but when Violet bucked her hips to take more of her, she knew everything was right.
VIolet was going crazy. The wet, sloppy sounds coming from her pussy were making her mind fuzzy. "This is amazing," she moaned. "Sex with Tony didn't feel anything like this."
"Well, lots of women don't cum from penetration alone," Helen pointed out. "Did you guys have any foreplay at all?"
Despite finding it difficult to get the words out on account of the rising pleasure, Violet replied. "I tried to give him a blowjob which was… mediocre at best."
Helen frowned. She knew Violet and Tony would have both been new and inexperienced, but he didn't even make the effort to try and see what would get her off. He was focused on his pleasure alone, leaving her to fend for herself. "Vi?"
"Yeah?"
She angled her body lower so her chest was lying on her front on the mattress, her head near Violet's thigh. "If there's anything I do that you don't like, you can tell me to stop, okay?"
Her daughter gulped. "What are you gonna do?" she asked shakily, her eyes wide.
Helen bit her lower lip, slowly removing her hand from Violet's dripping centre. She made a great show of bringing her fingers to her mouth and diligently cleaned each one. Violet watched on, totally slack jawed. Once the older woman released the final digit from her lips with a pop, she stared at her daughter. "I'm gonna go down on you."
"O-okay," Violet stammered, her excitement skyrocketing.
Hot breath met her wet folds and she felt herself flinch when Helen first made contact. Her mother began by kissing the insides of her thighs, slowly making her way towards her pussy. It didn't take long for Helen to get a taste of Violet's arousal straight from the source. Her fingers alone had tempted her, and having her lips finally make contact made her heart soar. Helen lashed out her tongue, flicking it all across Violet's centre.
Violet was moaning louder now, her hands twisting the bed sheets beneath her. She could feel her body becoming fully visible, as if she wanted to be as physically present as she could for every moment of this experience. She didn't need to be afraid of keeping quiet anymore — the house was empty after all — and her voice was beginning to strain at how loud she was growing.
Helen smiled against Violet's skin. Her daughter was usually quiet and reserved, so much so that Helen was pretty sure this was the most vocal she'd ever heard Violet be. It made her feel proud that she could draw this much of a reaction from her, though to be fair, saying Violet's previous sexual experience was sub-par would be the understatement of the century. Helen sealed her lips around Violet's clit, causing the younger woman to scream and clamp her legs tightly, keeping her head locked in a delightful trap. Her hands also worked to bring her mother closer, pulling at Helen's short hair. The sharp pain at her scalp made her moan, sending vibrations through Violet's core and driving her crazy.
Violet's moans grew to screams that were so loud it sounded like they were in an echochamber. That was when Helen glanced up and realised they kind of were. Violet's force field was going off, wrapping around the bed, keeping the two of them enclosed and the sound trapped. Good thing too, because Violet was really letting loose.
"God, Mom, yes! More! Fuck! More!"
Her words were an incoherent mess, only growing worse when Helen slipped two fingers back inside her, her tongue attacking Violet's clit. Arousal was seeping out of the younger women like a faucet. Helen knew for sure that Violet was close, and she wanted nothing more than to make it happen.
"Shit shit shit!" Violet gasped, hips bucking helplessly against her mother's face. "I'm gonna… I'm gonna…" Her eyes crossed when the fingers hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her, sending her spiralling. Her whole body trembled when she came, squirting hard all over Helen's face. Her pussy convulsed tightly around Helen's fingers and her inner thighs got soaked. The older woman eagerly lapped up everything Violet had to offer, licking fervently until she began to feel a little oversensitive. She only stopped when Violet tiredly pushed her away, her legs relaxing after having been tensed up for so long.
Helen sat back on her knees, looking proudly at what a mess her daughter had become, Black hair fanned out messily around her head like a halo. Her chest was heaving and her body was drenched in sweat. Her facial expression was dazed, and it took her a good few minutes to come back down to earth. When she realised her mother was staring, she found herself not shrinking away, instead offering Helen a shy smile.
"I hope that gave you some starting off point to what masturbation and better sex can be like," Helen said, returning her warm smile.
"Definitely," Violet agreed. "Thanks Mom. This was really helpful. And… if you want… I could return the favour someday?"
Helen blushed. "I'd… I'd like that."
"But maybe not today." Violet pushed herself off the bed, holding her arms out to steady herself. "I think I wanna go to the masquerade ball. So what if I'm the only single person there? It might be fun, and I still have time to get there."
Her mother was surprised at these words, but she loved how confident Violet was growing to be. "That sounds great, sweetie."
"Okay. I'm gonna go get ready. Later I might need help with zipping up my dress."
"Of course."
She passed her mother, not hiding her nude form as she made her way to the bedroom door. Right before she left, she turned. "You're not gonna tell Dad about this, are you?" she asked shyly.
Helen shook her head. "No, I won't. Your dad and I aren't… exclusive."
Violet looked on, confused. "What do you mean?"
"Well we're married, and we're happy together, but we're also happy seeing other people sometimes," she explained. "It doesn't mean we love each other any less. It's just the way our relationship works." Helen found herself bracing for Violet's reaction. None of her kids knew of her and Bob's open relationship, so she wasn't quite sure how Violet would take it.
"Oh. That's cool," she said simply.
"Um… do you have any questions?" Helen asked cautiously.
Violet thought about it for a second. "Nope," she finally answered. "You guys have your thing, and it makes you happy. It's how you live your lives, and it's not my place to comment on it."
She sighed with blissful relief, letting herself relax. "Thank you, honey. I love you,"
"Love you too, Mom."
A/N - Hello dear reader! I hope you enjoyed this story. It's rare that I usually write a one-shot and stick to it because I'll always somehow get carried away with forming a plot, but I'm pretty pleased with this one. As always, let me know what you thought about it. I'm looking forward to posting a little more regularly again so let me know what you guys want to see next!
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