They used protection

Terri’s knuckles whitened against the quilt. "Please tell me you used protection," she whispered, her voice cracking just slightly. "Tell me you were careful."

Wendy’s breath caught as she watched her mother’s throat work—the way her pulse fluttered beneath her pearl necklace. The towel clung to her damp skin as she nodded, fingers trembling where they gripped the terrycloth. "We—we did," she managed, the memory of Joe fumbling with the wrapper in the dim lamplight flashing behind her eyelids. "It was… awkward, but he made sure."

Terri’s fingers twitched toward Wendy’s knee but stopped midair, hovering like a hummingbird uncertain where to land. The scent of Joe’s cologne still clung faintly to Wendy’s hair—woodsmoke and spearmint—as her mother leaned closer, the pearls at her throat clicking softly.

"Are you sure the condom didn’t break?" Terri whispered, each word measured. Her gaze dropped to the towel again, where a droplet of water traced the inside of Wendy’s thigh. "No leaks? No—" She swallowed, her glossed lips pressing into a thin line. "—slips?"

Wendy’s breath hitched as the droplet finally fell from her thigh onto the tile with a sound like a pin drop. "Mom, I—" Her fingers twisted in the towel, the damp fabric bunching under her grip. "After... he took it off. I saw him." The words slithered out, sticky with shame. "He knotted the end. The tip was full of his cum Like—like a balloon." Her throat closed around the memory of Joe’s fingers, deft and grinning, before the latex hit the floorboards with a whisper.

Terri’s hand finally landed, cold and sudden, on Wendy’s bare knee.

Well at least you two did use protection for your first time. You don’t need you having any accidents. I just glad you and Joe where responsible enough to do that as she reached over and hugged Wendy.