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I was sitting around the breakfast table reminiscing about growing up together with my childhood friend, her sister and her mother-I've known them all since I was 3 years old and they are family. They are all very good, white-bred, P.C. kinda people. Everyone's giggling and having a good time in a PC sort of way after a good story my friend told about an embarassing sexual situation where her roommate had walked in on her and her boyfriend mid-orgasm. Suddenly her mother looks straight at me and breaks out with "Well, YOU should be laughing, what with your S&M closet!"
I was dumb-struck, my mind raced. My boyfriend and I had been getting pretty heavy into the scene and we'd been keeping the all the toys-whips, belts, gags, ropes, leather, etc in the back of the closet at my apartment...how had her mother, she was practically my own mother, found out?!? My friend had only casually asked ONCE about the scene and I thought I had successfully evaded the question, not yet ready to tell her the full details. I hadn't told ANYONE about it, how did her mother know? Had she told MY mother?
I was frantically pondering these things when I suddenly became aware of heat and a ringing in my ears. I realized that in those moments, my pale complexion had turned beet red, my mouth was hanging open in disbelief and they, wide-eyed, had started laughing hysterically.
Apparently, they DIDN'T know, it was her mother's attempt at an off-color joke and my own panicky expression had given me away. Guess the secret's out now...
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