Raising Her Daughter Part Four

My Dad did not approve of the life path I had chosen. Nor did he approve of Mom's willingness to encourage that life path. As such Mom and I kept a lot of secrets from my Dad. Generally speaking, it was a given that anything we did as Mother and daughter had to be our secret unless Mom choose to share it.

I am not saying that Dad did not know about Yvonne and did not know that if Mom and I were spending a day together that I would not be spending that day as Yvonne.  It was simply something that we did not discuss.

However not all of our secrets were about me.  Mr Larsen was a secret we kept that was more about Mom.  He was, according to Mom, an longtime friend and we would often go out to lunch with Mr Larsen.

Often when we got home, Mom would suggest that I go up to my room and entertain myself as Mr Larsen and her wanted  to get 'caught up' on boring stuff of no interest to me.

Just as I knew we were keeping secrets from my Dad, I knew that once I was told to go upstairs  that I was not permitted to come back downstairs until Mom called me downstairs.  Usually this would be an hour or so.  And for me that hour was always spent the same way -- wondering what they were doing and wondering why it had the house shaking.



I was not always an obedient child on these occasions. After a couple of times hearing the noises coming from downstairs, I would crept downstairs where I could hear better. I did not know exactly what was happening. But I knew it had to be sex. We were not allowed to disturb Mom and Dad when their bedroom door was locked and Mom locked the door when she was alone with Mr Larsen. I would be less than honest if I did not admit that I found myself wanting to be in the room with Mom and Mr Larsen and getting done to me as he was doing to mom. In time I would come to know what it was like to bet fucked by Mr Larsen.