Ch.2
Ianthe held her breath as she was slowly retreating from the living room to upstairs. Her hands were shaking. She felt dizzy. Slowly she snuck back to her bedroom and sat on the bed. She had to face the reality - her daughter and son just kissed with great passion in the living room not being bothered if they got caught.
She was thinking "How did Ami manage to pull that off?", "Am I standing a chance with a younger girl?", "Should I try to wreck their relationship?".
Next, she started scolding herself for having such thoughts.
She dropped helplessly onto the bed thinking about the times when the kids were little.
Her first big orgasm. That memory sends chills down her spine. No one has ever told her she will be able to climax during breastfeeding. She felt terrible about it. But it was coming back to her as she watched her children grow. She has this thought always in her head.
For years Ianthe developed traditions with her kids. Cleaning the house, going to bed, cooking, and having fun - all had the element of familiarity to them. That may sound boring, but there will be a time for "thrill in their lives" thought Ianthe.
When kids were smaller since they always knew that for example, if it's Friday, they will have ice cream for dessert, or it's Sunday, so it is the family movie evening. It felt safe and kept the little minds busy with the next "pretty-much-every-week" activity. The stability of family life gave them space to develop and grow.
The tradition that shaped them as adults was of a different sort. And Ianthe wasn't the one who came up with the idea.
Ever since Jack was little he wanted to make his mum and sister feel special. He was making things for them, learning poems to recite to them and reading them books when either one was sick or sad. They both were his favourite people, and he wanted to protect them.
Very early, Jack requested that he wants to take them both to a restaurant for a date. He was a very stubborn 5-year-old who didn't take no for an answer.
That is how they started going out. All three of them. Of course, not every week and not all three, but that was a special thing they did.
That was the moment when she understood she could fall in love with this kind of protector.
When Amalthea was spending her afternoon with her friend at sleepovers, Jack would stay up late with his mum. Some other time, she was taking Amalthea out for fun and shopping topped up with ice creams while Jack was at his friends'.
The late afternoon outings turned into evenings at restaurants as kids grew up.
It was a magical time for all of them - just joking, talking, and enjoying each other's company.
As Ianthe was laying on her back and remembering her children being teased by her, she wondered when this whole kissing could have started.
She remembered the latest signal she ignored.
It was when the kids turned 18, they all went to a new Italian restaurant to celebrate. The waiter was a very talkative person, who liked to joke with the customers.
When they sat at the table - Jack was next to his sister and both were across the table from their mother.
After a short moment waiter showed up.
Jack's heart raced and his head spun, when a waiter suggested that Ianthe is a chaperone looking after the young couple.
- Aren't they too old for this? - waiter joked winking at Ianthe - They are young and clearly in love. You should let them live through their feelings, let them kiss, hug and do whatever they feel like doing.
We all laughed, but Amalthea accepted the challenge.
- But my mum doesn't mind anyway. - She pressed her body against Jack's. She turned his face with her hand and kissed him on the cheek and wrapped her hands around him. She caught him off guard.
