I Tried to Be a Good Mom

I Tried To Be A Good Mom Part One.

Copyright Catcher78 All Rights reserved

Author's note, this is a story that one of my readers pushed to me and thanks Rick from Renton. It seems real enough. Hope you like it.

My name is Leslie Erickson. I own a salon in Magnolia Village, six chairs and two stations where ladies do manicures, pedicures and waxes. My mama liked to die when we started that about ten years ago, the waxes.

But it's been profitable. My mom Callie had owned the shop since before I was born. We lived, when I was growing up, with my brother Tim, on the first hill of Magnolia on Twentieth West just east of Dravus. We were five blocks up from the railroad yards in Interbay, which were noisy trying to sleep, but I kind found it comforting as I drift off to sleep.

I've always lived in the house. I was eighteen, my Senior year and I went to Holy Names over on Capital Hill, our home parish was Our Lady of Fatima in Magnolia. I was a pretty good cross country runner and won at the first meet of the season. We went to a party that night where there were some older boys that went to Seattle University, which is a Jesuit school and I had too much to drink, just some beer, but I was raped, they used some drugs Ecstasy.

I didn't think the boy I was with, gave them to me, I thought he was cute and was hoping I'd get my first kiss from him, but I was all over him and then I passed out, while we were together. He actually took me to Harborview Hospital, thinking I'd been drugged. They did a rape kit which included blood tests. There was some minor tearing, he was a big boy, but they found traces of Molly which is a version of Ecstasy.

I was pregnant, which meant cross country was over and going to school was awkward as the baby grew, but they told everyone, whenever somebody said something ugly that it was not my fault. But still it hurt the shame in everyone's eyes.

I had finished all my school work in March as I in my seventh month and Ellen was born May 24th. His biological father had gone home to Piscataway, New Jersey dropping out of Seattle University at Christmas and his forwarding address was wrong and there was no social media, beyond AOL.

I enjoyed being a mother, she was so sweet, not a lot of hair at first, most of which fell out but later she had red hair, she nursed whenever she wanted Daddy built me a rocking chair that was perfect to nurse and sleep for both of us. When Ellen was fifteen I started working in mom's salon, kind of the backup person, or overflow as mom said, but I got better. She gave me her books when she went to a tech school at Seattle Central Community college.

Daddy was a commercial fisherman, troll fishing for salmon mostly off the Washington Coach. Off season his boat was at fisherman's terminal on Salmon Bay. There was not much of a commercial fishery left in Puget Sound, largely due to the Bolt decision, so they motored out through the straits of Juan de Fuca and down the coast and would put into Ilwaco, which was just north of the mouth of the Columbia River, which killed a lot of fishermen.

Mom and Ellen and I would got to Mass, regularly at our parish, except if Ellen was sick, or Dad got hurt, which happened enough and then she'd drive like a maniac to get down to Ilwaco to take care of him. But I helped with Sunday school, as an assistant. Mom had forever been on the refreshment committee.

I helped some of the nuns and older ladies stage a children's play for Christmas which we put on the Sunday before Christmas. Ellen played Mary and Joseph was a foot taller and he had red hair and his name was Erik. The play was well received and they were so cute.

Afterwards, they ran up to me and Ellen introduced Erik to me and then and I'd been down on one knee as I was hugging Ellen and Erik said, "Dad, Dad this is Ellen's mom, I told you she was pretty!"

I stood up and he towered over me. I'm five foot eight and weigh one hundred and ten pounds and I was slim but I filled out in the right places and people said I looked like the old movie star Aubrey Hepburn, with a long neck.

He reached out to shake my hand saying, "Hi Kurt Johnson here, " and my hand was engulfed in this massive hand with rough skin.

He said, "Erik said Ellen was pretty and you are too."

Then his mother was there and I knew her as she was Mom's best friend, Cynthia Johnson. Kurt's wife had passed delivering Erik.

The courtship was torrid and short, for all intents and purposes, I was a virgin. Kurt was six foot six and had no body fat and worked for Puget Sound Energy.

On our first date, I said, "I was date raped and it's the only time I've had sex. Please treat me like a virgin and teach me how you want me to love you. But Kurt, please know I want you so bad. He took me to a restaurant called Palisades facing Elliot Bay. We split two cracked crabs and a porterhouse steak. He had two beers and I asked him if I could have a small glass and shared some of his beer. I was not much of a drinker, only once before.

I stared at him and forgot to eat, just watching him eat, the muscles in his jaw and his neck. He was so beautiful if a man could be beautiful, his arms and those hands for God's sake.

He looked up at me and said, "Don't like the food?"

I said, "The food is wonderful baby, " I couldn't finish the sentence and bit my lip and stared into his blue eyes.

He raised his hand and said, "Check please!"

They boxed up the food and on the way out he put his around my shoulder and I melted into his side. I was wearing a silk, backless black dress and classic black open toed pumps with four inch heels and a thong, crimson nails and very matching lipstick on my very plump lips.

My face had some of the lipstick smeared on my high cheek bones. As I got dressed with mom helping me my hair, before Kurt picked me up, she said, "You literally are one of the most beautiful women alive and with your ass and legs could make serious money as a stripper in Vegas."

I exclaimed, "Mama!"

"Daddy and I go to Vegas three times a year and after playing the slots we go to off strip sex shows and enjoy strippers for a week."

I said, "You like girls?"

She said, "I was always curious and your dad is totally turned on and plays too."

I looked at her like my mom was a unicorn and I was clueless up to that point. I said,

"I wish my tits were bigger like yours."

She said, "You'd look stupid with big tits, you're so gorgeous and they're perfect for your body."

This all ran through my mind as we sped away from the restaurant and pulled into the Marqueen Hotel on lower Queen Anne Hill. We parked and Kurt had already checked in and we walked to the room. My heart was pounding in my ears and I was so wet then we were in the room and I was all over his mouth as I clung to his mouth. I sucked on his tongue like it was a penis and stared into his eyes. I had looked at this book of my mom's that pictures of how to suck dick, deep throating, pumping the dick with your hand, swallowing or spitting.

His hands engulfed my ass as he pulled it apart and kneaded the cheeks like bread dough. He pulled me against his thick bulge in his pants harder and harder and the feeling in my tummy, what was this?

My back arched, pulling my face away from his lips. My mouth was wide open as my eyes rolled back into my head. I let out this grunting noise and lost control of my body. He wouldn't stop and another massive orgasm shook me.

These were the first two I'd ever had, another seemed to be close by. For the love of God, I was like a twenty five year old virgin and a fleeting thought raced through my barely functioning mind, how could I catch up.

Then I was on my back on the bed and Kurt was pulling my thong off, I was still having after shocks and my mouth was open. Kurt grabbed each of my ankles and pulled my legs apart and I was hoping that big, long dick would be filling me up. But it was his face and that tongue. Somehow, my legs were on his back and his fingers were in me rubbing me and sucking on the top of my pussy and I came on his face and he would not stop and I grabbed his hair, then let go and patted his head just as I came again.

I weakly said, "Honey, wait a second please."

He looked up at me, just his eyes, as the rest of his face had found a home buried in my now sloppy cunt, previously virginal. "I said, "Kurt I love you. I knew it the first time I saw you. I want your babies, let's start tonight."

He slid up my body and his tongue and lips were all over my face and the taste of me in my mouth was sweet. Then he grabbed his dick and pushed it into my hole. It did not want to fit and then it was in.

I craned my neck to see what was happening. The head of his dick was in. The rest of his dick was like a sixteen ounce can of soda pop, and it took about ten minutes to push down. He hit the end of my cunt and there was still about five inches not in and I felt full. My legs were sticking straight out to the side and I reached down and grabbed the inside of my knees and pulled my legs up toward my head craving the rest of my man's dick.

It helped. He pulled out and pushed harder and he was in my womb and then he went nuts pounding me and it was time for me to come on his dick instead of his mouth. I came and came, then I discovered that there were words I swear that had never entered my ears or left my mouth before.

"Keep pounding my cunt Daddy! Breed me, fill me up you big fucking mother fucker!"

He thrust into me and grunted and I felt his sack constrict against my rosebud. He seemed to continue to cum for minutes. Then he sagged onto me. At some point my legs had wrapped themselves around his back.

My hands were rubbing his sides and back and then his face. We finally separated and I surprised him as I pushed him onto his back and started licking my cunt juice off his dick. I tried to his entire ball sack in my mouth, but could not so I slowly and gently licked all my juices off of them, the whole sack was like a big grapefruit. Then the biggest surprise for him was when I pushed my face down and started to eat his ass while I pulled on that big dick (saw that in Mom's book), I could not get my fingers all the way around it, but I got him rock hard again and climbed up on him and easily sat on my man's dick.

Kurt reached up and rolled both by nipples softly causing me to go nuts on his dick and I came again in fairly short order.

He said, "You have the most incredible tits, " this time he pinched them and well fuck, he owned my body and played it.

Since my monthly started three days later, I was not carrying his child. But six weeks later I was and three months later our midwife said were two little girls.

We were married at our parish and held off on the big honeymoon, but we DID go up to Snoqualmie Falls Lodge for four days.

By the time I was thirty five I was mother to six kids Ellen (17), Erik (18), Valerie and Vickie (12), Teri (10) and lastly Gina (8).

I worked in mom's salon and was pretty good at it. Kurt was no longer working out with crews after wind storms, but had been promoted and traveled down to Olympia as a lobbyist and also to Washington D.C. and met with various committees. Once a month to Olympia and back east maybe five or six times a year.

I got seriously lonely when he was gone. Mom bought me "Big Rudy" a very large vibrating black dick, like shaped like a black man's dick and then "Tiny Tim" a little pink six incher. I would watch videos on my smart phone with buds in and Rudy was up front all fifteen inches in my hoohah and Timmy in my ass. I quite enjoyed the experience.

Kurt found both of them and Rudy and I discovered that I liked him in my back door while Kurt was filling me up. Kurt destroyed my cunt three or four nights a week when he was home.

I weighed one hundred and twenty pounds after five kids and my ass was plenty firm mostly due to four yoga sessions a week. My titties were now a large B-Cup or small C-Cup depending on the brand.

Daddy retired when he was fifty seven and Mom and him bought a second home Manson across the Cascades, on Lake Chelan and there were apple and pear orchards on their ten acres and they were part of a "collective" and the collective harvested the fruit and trimmed the branches.

Because of that Mom gifted me the Salon, which included the building the shop which was located in Magnolia Village. By gifting it and no longer working there it was a huge tax savings. Similarly, Daddy had a Capital Construction Fund account which existed for commercial fisherman. It allowed them to defer tax on a huge portion of their income as they accrued money to build new vessels and or rebuild their vessels. By the time daddy had retired he had six trawlers which he sold which had no tax value as they had been written off and there was some three million dollars in the CCF account and of course they had put money. They rolled the CCF money into an IRA which had several managers.

The Salon's accounts were at a Wells branch two doors down from the Salon (Callie's Salon). We ran our payroll through there, there was a regular commercial account to buy materials, pay for the cleaning service etc. and finally a savings account where she had put away money to do repairs and add new chairs. Lastly, there was an employee 401K plan for small businesses. We had all the forms for the transfer of ownership prepared by our attorney Ephraim Feinberg.

It took about an hour to sign everything and scan them in. The banker who we went to Church with Janet was her name said, "Oh can you bring this home to Kurt?"

She handed me a big manila envelope and I looked at her with my eyebrows raised.

She said, "We've closed down our safe deposit box services."

I nodded and smiled at her. Mom and I left the bank and strolled down to the shop.

I said, "Let me see how it's going inside and then I need to talk with you and get some advice, okay?"

She nodded. I went inside and asked Maria who was my number one person if she thought I could take the rest of the day off.

She said, "It's quiet. No problem."

We walked down to Magnolia Village Pub and I ordered a club sandwich and Mom a burger basket.

When we sat down, she said, "What's wrong?"

"All of our accounts are with BECU and I manage it and pay our bills. Kurt has a debit card and credit card. He direct deposits from Puget Sound Energy, so this is some hidden stuff. Should I open it?"

She reached for the envelope and turned it over. She said, "It's not addressed to anyone. The banker gave it to you. Open it. She grabbed a table knife and slit one end of it open and dumped it out.

I started going through it all and there was three inches of paper held together by alligator clips top and bottom. There were four deeds. A condo in downtown Seattle, a house in Madrona Park just off Lake Washington, a home in Olympia and a condo in Alexandria, Virginia.

Then there were birth certificates, six of them. All listing him as the father. I recognized the mother for three of him as his secretary but she no longer worked together. The other three were old, going back to when he was in college. The names meant nothing to me, two different women. Mom recognized them. The first was a lady at church, a doctor's wife and the last one lived next to Kurt's house that he sold after we married and we lived in Mom and Daddy's house.

There were smart phone bills. Different ones. One here in Seattle and one in Alexandria, Virginia.

I started to get angry. I was angry at myself. How could I miss this? I was so fucking stupid. My anger towards him was quickly dissipating as my love was all but gone now. I was certain his love for me was long gone as well.

Our lunch appeared. "So Feinberg is the business's attorney and not mine per se, correct, "I asked.

She nodded yes.

I asked her, "Can you see if Feinberg will meet with us in an hour?"

She called him directly and the meeting was set. We ate and were in the waiting room for his office in fifty two minutes.

Feinberg said, "What are your objectives today, "he'd looked at everything and made some notes before asking.

I said, "I want to protect my children and have custody first and foremost and I adopted Erik, so I want sole custody. Secondly, instant and permanent no contact, no counselling. Thirdly, find some way to financially destroy him, release any videos everywhere, humiliate him etc."

"Should I do something else? I'm sliding from anger to indifference rapidly."

Feinberg said, "Private investigators?"

I said, "I obviously am clueless and let this happen without even noticing it once, this is just an accident to discover this. The major disconnect is that he should not have the money to ever do all of this. Smells like political influence writ large. He drives a ten year old Chevy pickup now.

Fast forward one year and I was now single again and thirty eight years old. I had refused to talk to him and I got full custody and he was in the middle of trying to fight a two year sentence for bigamy. I got almost all of his assets.

I did talk with his lovers and put together leases on the homes they were in if they had children at home. He was the highest order predator.

I was now fully in the column of a man hating bitch. To sum up my interaction with two men included being raped and cheated on.

Maria was running the salon, I'd stop in once or twice a week, I helped in Sunday education with four to six year olds. Older ladies would put my hand at coffee hour, my married former friends seemed to be afraid I'd poach on their husbands, as if.

At confession Fr. Patrick listened to my profession of murderous anger at Kurt and loneliness. He said, "Leslie you must find it in your heart to forgive Kurt."

"He's a bigamist with six other children, we should have a kumbaya moment?"

He said, "Not at all. The word for forgiveness in Latin is metanoia which means change of way. You have to accept that no event in the past will ever change and you have to walk a way to the rest of your life, " he paused then continued, "there is fellowship in parish life and you still have three kids at home correct?"

I said, "Ellen is nineteen and Erik is twenty and they are both moved out and living in an old house in Ballard and make money as social influencers which I don't have a clue as to what that means, but they have nice cars. Valerie and Vickie are sophomores at Holy Names, Teri is thirteen and lastly Gina is eleven, both at Fatima. Two gone, four still at home, Mom and Daddy are over at Chelan most of the year, oh and they bought a condo in Tahoe too. Father all of my friends from when we were a family, the wives look at me like I've got some disease they'll catch and their marriage will be ruined. I was raped when I was eighteen, then Kurt. I never cheated. Until I found the information things were great, he was gone a lot. What did I do to deserve their shunning?"

He responded, "It's not a cause and effect, that's their sin, not yours. Shake your life up, take classes, learn to dance, we have women's jazzercize twice a week."

"You have jazzercize?"

"Two ladies from Guatemala who've been in the parish for ten years as part of our shelter program from them escaping from the torture and sexual trafficking. Isobella and her daughter Gabriella every Tuesday and Thursday. They're both trainers too and work in a spot in the village.

Something about Jazzercize intrigued me. When I got home I googled a couple of videos on YouTube and they looked fun, instructors and ten to twelve ladies, instructor(s), music, laughter, fun all of which would fill some voids in my life.

Today being Wednesday I called up Ellen and asked her if there is anywhere nearby I might get a sports bra and mentioned jazzercize at church.

She was an inch taller, but we were the same size essentially. She said, "I might have one, I'll come by after seven, okay?"