Mom Was Marrying for the 4th Time

Mom was marrying for the fourth time

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Author's notes: This is my story under all applicable copyright law, including this site and to me its author. There is no under age sex in this story. Leon Brian le Roux edited and made story suggestions.

I have half sisters and brothers from three of mom's marriages, and several, actually three more who have no father listed on their birth certificate. I have never seen any of the siblings from the other families.

My name is Jeri Moss, my mom's name when I was born was Aveline Moss, I'm going to be thirty in August. I look a lot like Mom did when she was my age. I live in Homer, Alaska, in a small home on Mission road, in a house my grandparents let me, Jessie, Jill and Jolene lived in with Mom, when we were little. It was not very big, still isn't, one bedroom, one bathroom, a good size kitchen and living room featuring a series wood stove, that was kind of like the old Heatilator stoves, it kept the house warm. There's an old generator too, in case the power goes out, Gramps was mechanical and practical both.

Mom met this commercial pilot, he flew cargo in and out Anchorage, and she was cocktailing at the airport. They met and it was love at first sight. Okay, I just made that up. He was based in Seattle, she followed him home and never came back.

What was the asshole politician that used to say, we were an unknown, unknown?

It was October, we'd had one pretty good snow. I was ten, Jessie ten (we were fraternal twins), Jill was eight and Jolene six. Jessie and I made lunches for everyone for school, and oat meal for breakfast, we had powdered milk, for that. We also had lots of frozen casseroles from Grammy, lasagna, tuna noodle, mac 'n cheese, potato and hamburger and lots and lots of pickled salmon.

Grammy would call, we still had a land line, and leave messages for mom, and if it was while we were there, you could hear her on the machine, nothing major really.

Just, "Call me back, honey."

After about ten days we decided we should call Grammy. We were starting to get worried, there was all this stuff from school that mom was supposed to sign, all the teachers were pissed off and there was a note from the principal, for mom to call her.

"Hello?"

"Hi Grammy, it's Jeri. Mom's gone."

"What do you mean she's gone, honey?

"She hasn't been home for two and a half weeks, and there's all these school papers that she's supposed to sign. We're out of milk and bread too. We didn't go school shopping either, you know for clothes, Jill and Jolene are wearing Jessie's old stuff, mine too, but none of our shoes fit. That kind of gone Grammy."

They lived in Anchorage, as did Aunt Corrine, who was Mom's older sister and Aunt Connie, who was the oldest. We all ended up being adopted by our two Aunts, except me, I was adopted by Grammy and Gramps. It was all done based on bedroom availability, nothing was wrong with any of us.

I wanted to die being apart from Jessie. Even now when we're together we chatter like magpies, finishing each other's sentences. Legally, it was abandonment. There was noise from the city prosecutor, to charge mom with something called felony endangerment, but it was hushed up, because between Aunt Corrine, Connie and Grammy, we were better off without Mom.

It was only three weeks ago that word of her new marriage, or wedding made it to Homer. I was back living in the small home I first lived in, and for the most part we were all doing well. Grammy was slowing down, we lost Gramps due to dementia. He had been a rock, and then he slipped away.

Grammy lives with Connie now. Jessie and I are both single, we are both on the autism spectrum. It manifests for us, that we are both shy. Jessie is an accountant and I'm a musician. I play the piano in the local Anchorage Orchestra, as well in a jazz trio, and then for fun a cover band. Jill and Jolene are both married.

Jessie is queer and in a long term relationship and I'm not, that is to say, I'm not in a long term relationship. Doing gigs, has lent itself to what I call "scratch the itch events". I am bi-sexual, that's the simple descriptive phrase, specifically though, I am somewhat submissive and enough people now know of my kink. I mean Jessie knew for years, but now Tom, Jill's husband saw me going into an after hour's sex club, called Club Kink with my Mistress, and now the whole family thinks I'm a freak.

I don't regard myself as a freak, I have boundaries, my Mistress is a grade school teacher for fuck's sake, and we've known each other since the third grade. We're good friends, and her husband Tim, plays the French Horn in the orchestra with me. It's kind of like a role play thing, except we know the parts pretty well.

Two weeks after Tom torpedoed me, I knocked on Jill's front door on Wednesday, and she welcomed me in. We had some coffee, she roasts her own and she had a huckleberry crumble. She and Jolene, both were fiercely protective of Jessie and I, due to our shared awkwardness as a trait of the autistic spectrum we're on. I rarely was able to sit and be personal, that is to say, talk about myself except around my sisters, and mostly they would just ask us questions, and take our minimalist responses and ask more questions, until we had nothing more to give.

Jill asks me, "Are you okay honey?"

I shrugged noncommittally.

She continued, "Are you embarrassed?"

I said, "I've been friends with Carrie since the third grade, she knows my boundaries and takes care of me. We might go out once or twice a month," I shrugged but went on, "I am better alone, I will never find someone who gets me like my sisters do, Carrie's married to Tim, and I'd never mess them up if they weren't together, but they are, and I take what I get, I gig twenty four days a month mostly, my music gives me release."

She raised her eyebrows, "I feel bad for hurting you guys embarrassing the family."

She looked sad and said, "Nothing you could do, would diminish our love for you, Jeri. We're worried about you," she slid from her chair and wrapped her arms around me and she said, "I love you Jeri."

I so felt safe.

Randomly she asked, "Did you know or see anyone at the club you know that night?"

I said, "Tom was there. Wait, I thought that was how you knew."

We were about six inches apart, and she said softly, "My Tom?"

I nodded yes.

She stared at me for a bit and went on, "Who was he with, was he by himself?"

"Two women dressed up like hookers, they were at that barbecue at Grammy's place in August, too."

She let go of me and walked back to where her phone was plugged into a charger in the kitchen, and started scrolling through her phone, then walked back to me and showed me her phone and said, "These two?"

I nodded yes.

"Have you ever seen Tom there before this?"

I said, "Yes, off and on over the last few years. He was with other women at times. Did you not know?"

She shook her head no, looked at me for a bit and then said, "Did you ever take pictures of them?"

"I didn't but Carrie did, plus she has other subs she brings there. I can call her now."

She nodded yes.

I pulled my phone out of my bag and called Carrie.

She picked up immediately, "Hey Jeri, how are you?"

"Carrie, I am with Jill, can I put her on the speaker with us, it's about the night Tom outed me, and other times Tom's been at the club, he did not have Jill's permission," she didn't say anything then continued, "sure that's fine."

I put the speaker on, Jill said, "Hi Carrie. I want to more than anything, thank you for taking care of Jeri, it means the world to me and I trust you implicitly. It seems as if Tom has been cheating on me and I'm pregnant. I cannot abide that in my children's father, could you email as many of those pictures to me, as you can?"

"Sure, "said Carrie, "what's your email?"

Jill responded, "all lower case," she gave her email number, "how many do you have?"

Carrie said, "quite a few they go back several years, there's videos too. Tim's brother, Victor, is a lawyer in family law, that is to say divorce practices. I will add his email address, unless you want me to send them to Victor as well. He's married, has kids and goes to church, he's definitely not into our thing."

Jill was quiet for a second, then said, "Cc me on one email or as many you need to use, and just say I need an appointment as soon as possible, okay. Thanks for the help," and she hung my phone up."

She looked so sad and I was in her lap, hugging her and I said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I burst into tears and she joined me."

Victor was good, Jill got their house, and sued the bank where Tom worked on a tort claim, then started leaking stuff to the local paper. She got child support for her upcoming twins birth, the judge also felt that Tom's lifestyle, precluded him in being able to have any visitation rights, and a permanent restraining order was put in place. I moved in with her, and began planning to be the greatest aunt ever.

It was right about then, that news of mom's upcoming wedding made it through to us. We were surprised to learn that she'd been married three times, and even more that we had more half siblings, six of them. Apparently, her new beaux was a venture capitalist, software investor who lived in Palo Alto, California, and he'd done a deep dive on mom, and discovered us.

Jill asked Victor if he could give us some information about mom, and in a few days we had photos of all of our unknown sibs, and her. She'd come to know a good plastic surgeon and gone from a tall thin woman, like me and Jessie, to a voluptuous sex pot. She apparently had Jessie and I when she was ten. We had a family meeting at Grammy's home with Connie, Corrine and us girls. The guy's name was Patrick Thiel, he was a billionaire and into politics.

Grammy had made chicken and dumplings, except she used turkey, the house smelled so good. Jill was the meeting coordinator. She went through the stuff Victor had found out, she was thirty six weeks into her pregnancy. I raised my hand, and when she nodded at me to go ahead I did.

"As far as I'm concerned, I'm not leaving Jill's side, and I know Grammy and Connie need the help. I'm never going to be a mom, so I'm going to be the best aunt in the world. I want to say this in the right way, but Jilly and Jolene are kind of Jess' protectors, and we are freaks on the spectrum, I don't need to be further abused by rich siblings. I love our family."

I started crying, and soon found myself in a full on family hug. Chicken and dumplings, and Connie's fried rice, tea and milk, nobody really drank much as a normal rule.

Jill suggested, while gesticulating with a fork spearing a piece of turkey, that Victor get a note to Mom's beaux, that mom abandoned us twenty years ago, and was no longer our mother. We were content to be with the women that raised us, and legally, she was not part of our family which we were pleased about.

Victor sent our response via regular mail, which meant a week to get to Palo Alto.

The girls were with Grammy at Connie's when the phone rang, Jilly was going into the birthing center to have her babies. Grammy answered and the conversation was short, "Hello," then she listened for a bit, "No Aveline, nobody wants to come, they have real mothers," more talk as Grammy listened then continued, "Aveline, especially Jeri and Jessie, they detest you, your betrayal caused them to be split up, they're twins for God's sake you selfish, narcissistic, lying bitch, you didn't have them when you were ten year's old, for fuck's sake," more silence then, "no you're out of luck there, he died almost five years ago now. I'm embarrassed to say you were my child, " she hung up.

Jilly had her girls via cesarean section. They weighed just under five pounds each, and took to their momma's breasts immediately. Each had a little bit of jaundice, and once that was cleared up we came home. I say we, since I had not left Jilly's side.

I plugged my phone in to charge at Grammy's house, and my cover band's live recording of Gotye's Somebody I Used to Know, had gone viral, five million hits. Well we were pretty fucking rich, and we'd been invited to perform on America's Got Talent, and Jimmy Kimmel's show, oh and a bazillion texts from agents. So and so label wanted to do an album with us, I thought to myself, we'd get better money from YouTube.

Everyone was getting settled, so I connected to YouTube on her big flat screen. It was me and Jerry belting the whole thing, not their two part, with my way, way higher than Kimbra's voice, I was a full on soprano in my chest voice, Jerry in his falsetto. I riffed all over his voice, while we were standing together singing into the same microphone, while I pounded away on a Hammond B3 organ. Jerry staring at me in adoration, my heart was pounding, and I scrolled down to the comments, 'he is so crushing on her,' and over and over again. Then at the last ten seconds, I'm looking at him in the same way, then Jilly and Jolene, were in my ears, "Jeri's in love with somebody who loves her too."

I was rocking myself, my arms wrapped around myself, something blooming in my core. "Call him girl, whispered Jolene," and I did.

I said, "Hey," when he picked up, "S'up girl."

This comet was not passing by me again, "I'm into you Jer."

He said, "I noticed that, took you a bit, but it was worth waiting for Jeri, I'm head over heels in love with you too."

I said, "I've been crushing on you the whole time, I mean, I hoped, things have never gone that way for me, I would only be yours, Jilly just had twins, I want you so bad, do you want to see my nieces?"

"Sure do."

Twenty minutes later the doorbell rang, and I opened the door, there he was, my heart was pounding, I melted into him and his tongue was touching my lips, my mouth surrendered to his incursion. I'd never been with a man before, just Carrie, but I've yearned for Jerry, since we started performing together, he was up against me and he wanted me, and he was bigger than Carrie's fingers and tongue.

I whispered, "Jerry, I've only had fingers in me, you're huge, I can feel you against me, so please be gentle, I know I will stretch."

He asked, "You're a virgin?"

I said, "I've been with one person, and she's been a dominant person, kind of a kink I guess, just her fingers. Sort of role playing, I'm exclusive with you. Please, I can't lie, don't leave me, Please." I was panicking.

Kissing my forehead, he said. "How could I ever leave the love of my life, a wonderful family woman full of love, nope you couldn't pry me away from you with a crowbar. Let's go in and introduce me to my future in-laws?"

"Did you just propose to me Jerry?"

He said, "oops, I forgot this," as he fumbled around in his pocket and came out with this gigantic rock of a diamond ring, "this was my grandmother's ring, they were together for some fifty years, oh will you marry me pretty girl?"

I shrieked, "Yes!!!!!"

The door flew open in time to see Jesse, Jilly and Jolene with Grammy just behind them. They'd been listening, Jilly's girls were hungry, pandemonium, joy and laughter. Grammy's rice, black eyed peas and ground pork casserole was in the oven, and some pickled salmon and black cod (Sable Fish) out as a snack with sourdough bread. Some elderberry wine, and blackberry flavored Vodka were out.

"You hum while you eat," Jerry said, with a broad smile on his face.

Grammy said, "Only when she's happy and it's been a long, long time Mister Jerry. Thank you."

The landline rang and I was closest to it so I answered it, "Hello," that's how we answer phones in the far North.

"Who am I speaking to?"

"The person that answered the phone."

"See here," the asshole continued, "there's no call for rudeness."

I interrupted and said, "There's a law in Alaska against unwanted solicitation, I'm not interested in gutters or insurance," and I hung up.

The phone rang again, "Hello," I said.

"This is Parker Thiel, who am I speaking with?"

I said, "The person who answered the phone and I still don't want any of what you're peddling."

He said, "I'm calling about marrying your mother?"

I said, "Grammy is my mother, aunt Connie and Aunt Corrine are my sister's moms."

"No," he said, "I'm calling about your actual mom, Avi."

I said, "Oh, you mean the egg donor, who abandoned us in the middle of a early fall blizzard, twenty years ago. The one that did not even call her mom to look after her kids, and in fact never ever called back. Jesse and I are twins, but Jill and Jolene have different dads, and as far as I can tell, it was a matter of timing, as whose swimmers got their first. By the way, I'm thirty years old, and she had me when she was fifteen years old, not ten years old. Mr. Thiel all the best to you, but she's not part of our family, she deliberately abrogated that right, and when she had the chance to walk it back she did not. Please, please out of decency, leave us the fuck alone."

"Pretty big words, darling," as my darling hugged me.

Then he said, "Oh we need to look at this other song on YouTube as well," we walked over to be in front of the flat screen, there we were banging out the Animals, "We Got To Get Out Of This Place" Eric Burden's deep, deep voice so monstrously powerful in the original. It was Jerry and I, up a couple of octaves. and we had grit, grit and more grit, for Jerry it was a love song, while my little scaredy cat sneaky glances into his eyes made me blush, oh my goodness. His arm snaked around my waist and I buried my face into his shoulder."

Life took off from there, literally. We flew to Los Angeles, where we were on the Jimmy Kimmel show, and his wife was so nice, we opened up the show singing our version of Gotye's Somebody I Used to Know. This time the sound system was incredible, I had their Hammond B3, and their drummer understood what our version was about, and almost without a break, we were doing our cover of the Animals We Got To Get Out Of This Place, their band's guitarist was on fire. The crowd was stomping, Mr. Kimmel said, you've got another one right?

We both nodded, Jerry had his old scarred up telecaster and the studio band guitarist, was playing the rhythm guitar, I was singing alone on this one.

"Standin' on the corner

Suitcase in my hand

Jack is in his corset, Jane is in her vest.

And me, I'm in a rock 'n' roll band

Huh

Riding in a Stutz Bear Cat, Jim

Ya know, those were different times

Oh, all the poets, they studied rules of verse

And those ladies, they rolled their eyes

Then Jerry was way down on the stem, playing the lead in, my body was undulating to his work and then it was over, we did an attenuated version. We were sitting on this couch, listening to his questions, and he said, "Where were you born Jeri, and do you have a twin?"

I said, "Yes, Jesse is my twin sister and I grew up in Homer, Alaska."

"Who raised you?"

"My Grammy is my legal mother."

"Your grandmother, how did that happen?"

I said, "My egg donor abandoned Jesse and I, along with our younger sisters, Jill and Jolene. Shout out to everyone."

"What about your father?"

I had a smirk on my face and said, Jesse and I have the same sperm donor, but I don't think my egg donor has a clue, and neither Jill nor Jolene, have the same dad either. When we were abandoned, Aunt Connie got Jessie, and Aunt Corrine got Jill and Jolene and I got Grammy, nobody's rich, and it was a matter of beds and food, you know. Don't get me wrong I love my aunties, and Grammy and Gramps too, he slipped away. We all love each other, and they were all good cooks. I play in an Orchestra, and a jazz trio too. Alaska will always be home, and where we will raise our family."

Epilogue:

We got married two weeks after being on the Kimmel show. We put together twelve songs, and opened up for the Boss, on a European Tour, we did get a record deal for three albums, in three years and options for two more albums, in two years.