1. My Aunt. Chapter 23


    Date: 2/25/2017, Categories: First Time, Author: Annamagique, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    parties, ever.” “And the baby? What happened to him... oh, wait, Thomas!” “Thomas?!” Aunt Helen laughed. “It wasn't him!” I was taken aback a little and could only reply, “Oh, sorry, I..., sorry.” She smiled. “No, not Thomas. It was a girl, a beautiful little girl and I could not keep her.” I did not interrupt again but let her continue. “The thing is, Victoria, it was your father who made me pregnant and he and your mother took care of the child as if it was their own.” “But they never told me about this. You mean I have a sister or, at least, a half sister?” “Victoria, no! You don't have a sister, The child was you!” There was silence. My jaw opened and I was in shock. Lady Helen waited, not pressing me but allowing this revelation to sink in. Eventually, with the words struggling to find a way out, I said, quietly, haltingly, “You... you are... my mother?” She nodded slowly, seeming afraid, not knowing how I would react. “I don't understand,” I continued, “Why... how...?” “I never wanted to give you up, my darling, it broke my heart, but I had no choice. I always stayed close to your parents although my relationship with your mother became strained as it transpired that she could not have children of her own. We remained friends though. She never blamed anyone for what happened. She had, after all, been a part of the love that created you.” “Wait! Wait!” I interjected, “If you had been with so many men, how do you know it was my father?” “That is a fair question,” she ...
    replied. “But, you see, I didn't go with any other men. Melissa was my lover as well as my closest friend, as I told you. Although I hosted such parties, I had no desire to have relations with any of my guests generally but your parents both were dear to me and they were the only ones I ever made love with apart from Melissa.” I remained silent, struggling to come to terms with what she was telling me. She waited for a moment and, when I didn't speak, she went on, “When you were born, your mother and father took you immediately and brought you up. I would visit them, and you, regularly until you began to be old enough to ask questions. We all felt it better if you didn't know me at all. Your father wrote often and sent pictures of you growing up. I have them all along with his letters. It broke my heart to see you with them but I knew they would look after you and love you and they never once failed to tell of any news of you.” Still I remained silent. I didn't know what to think, how to react. This 'stranger', my pseudo aunt was now telling me she was my real mother but something in the back of my mind told me she was telling me the truth. “I do have this vague recollection,” I said slowly, “of a woman who used to visit with us quite regularly but I was very young and the memory is very vague. She used to stay sometimes. Was that you?” “It was,” she replied. “We agreed that it was better that I stopped seeing you in case you became confused as you grew older. I could not lie to ...
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