The Dar Lady

Author's Note - A tale in many parts of a single mother and her son and their adventures in the great Southwest.

Part 1 - A Strange and Tangled Beginning

Ted had several math problems to work on, and was moving as soon as his phone chimed at him. When he got to the kitchen, his mother was standing in the dim light fixing hot milk to take to bed with her. Ted and Kim were night owls, but she went to bed late, and he got up early.

There was an elaborate espresso machine on the counter, which he set for his usual nonfat latte.

She walked into his arms. "It is alarming that I have to look up at you after so many years of hugging you to my front." Kim had very fine breasts and Ted cherished memories of his head buried between them.

He caressed her breast and pinched the large nipple at the end. "That's not permitted."

"I am eighteen now. No more restrictions on sex."

"I don't do men."

"Your only child, a male conceived anonymously in college, is now eighteen and an adult. Old rules have changed." His voice was husky and authoritative.

She tried to wrestle out of his grip, but he tightened and raised her off the floor. She tried to kick his shin but he put her over his shoulder and carried her to bed. "Stay there, I'll get your milk."

Her night dress was on the floor, but the sheet covered her. He handed over the warm mug and turned out the light.

Silence. Finally, she said, "We are going to talk?"

"Before the party, we are. Today would be good. What about a picnic at the mine?"

She didn't answer. He pulled the sheet off and grasped a foot. He worked over the many bones and muscles and tendons. His tongue licked between the toes.

"This is some kind of torture?"

"I am attracted to your feet. Actually, I am attracted to all of you. But your feet especially. I see you in those impossible heels and worry you will damage them."

He resumed his flexing and massaging of the foot. She offered the other, but pulled the sheet over her important parts.

She was dozing off when he finished. He arranged the covers and kissed her cheek. He needed to finish the math problems.

His concentration was intense, but distracted by the coming party. She had managed, all those years ago, to be impregnated nine months before her birthday. She did it deliberately, making sure that all three of her target inseminators got a good dose of sperm into her that evening. But her contrary son arrived at five minutes to midnight, thus depriving her of synchronization with her own natal day. They celebrated together anyway, one year on his day, the next year on her adjoining day. This year, it was neither, because the event needed to be on a Friday to accommodate the staff members.

After an hour's drive in the desert to the southeast, and then miles on a rocky road, she pulled over at an abandoned mine tunnel. There was a story about her acquisition of the mine, but he didn't have all the details.

A concealed locker provided chairs, a table, and some tools. It was February, and cool in the brilliant sunshine. He unpacked the lunch. There were fancy sandwiches from her favorite upscale deli, and a bottle of expensive champagne.

She poured two glasses and they toasted their birthdays. She was forty and not happy about that signpost of aging. They looked at each other. She asked, "Is this your talk or my talk?"

She began, "It's time for me to tell you about how you came to be. It's not a good story, at least in the beginning."

He stopped her there. "Did you get pregnant the regular way?"

"Yes."

"But you didn't know the guy, or know much about him?"

"No."

"But you had me without the guy around, and you have tried to make up for no father in my life, and you still love me?"

"Yes."

"Maybe that's all I need to know."

There was a long silence.

"You don't want my trip, is that it?" She had a floppy hat and dark sunglasses on and was trying to look mysterious.

"Not exactly, but close. You shouldn't worry about the missing dad business. There are a lot of guys in my school with no dads around. Killed in drug wars. Still in Mexico, or Vietnam, or Thailand, with no green card. Got transferred to some snowy place and left the family here. Sees them a few times a year."

"You are telling me you are tough enough to deal with it?"

"I guess. There's lots worse things could have happened to us. We could be on the other side of the tracks, half starving, and you on the streets, begging, and having pimps after you. You'd be surprised at the stories I hear in school."

"This is why you fought me about boarding school? So you could get kicked around in a public high school and see the dark side?"

"You were fighting yourself. When I was ten or something like that, I asked about the strange people that came to the house, and you told me it helped to know people who did a lot of different things in life."

"Arfed myself, did I?"

'You saw my IQ score from school?"

"Yes, it's over 180, higher than mine."

"So you must have screwed a smart guy to make me?"

She laughed and blushed, "I guess."

"The point is we both have photographic memories, and we don't forget much. I can quote things you said to me when I was five and we were still in Santa Fe."

"You are going to hold all that against me?" She wasn't looking happy.

"Yes. The good and the bad both."

"I'm not sure I know what you mean?"

"For years, you have been the mystery woman in my life. I'm old enough and smart enough now to have some mysteries of my own. If you get angry, I am a legal adult. You can kick me out."

He stood and cut the talk short. "Let me drive back. A birthday present."

Sulking in the passenger seat as desert passed by, she felt herself sliding into one of her black, depressed moods. Shit!

Behind the wheel of the Mercedes, he was feeling full of himself and knew it. And sorry he had dumped on her at the mine. His plans didn't require that, so why did he do it?

He wanted to be alpha. In her distorted world, all males were beta, if that. She had played the amateur eugenics game and won. Now she had to deal with his maturing body and mind. Big, strong body, overflowing with testosterone and athletic skill. Big, agile, inquisitive brain. Investigator of secrets, especially hers. Hider of secrets, especially his.

But right now, he needed to snap her out of a birthday fugue. Looking at the beautiful form next to him, he made a resolution to keep her from the dumps from now on. That might be a challenge, a big challenge, even for him.

"When did you decide all your employees were going to be bisexual women? Correction: beautiful, bisexual women?"

"I'll tell you, but just for my curiosity's sake, when did you first notice that little detail?"

"Just after my birthday. You sent me to the Garrison Street house with an urgent message for Laura. I think her phone died or something and you said to hop on my bike and zoom over there with a message to call you immediately. Because I was in a hurry, I just skipped through the patio door from the pool side and found Laura and Sarah getting each other off in a big way. They were embarrassed and didn't know what to do so they ran out and jumped in the pool. They started begging me not to tell. I sat on a lounger and said there had to be conditions. I told them to put their arms around each other and walk slowly to my end of the pool. They got about halfway and the water was down to their bellybuttons. Those four incredible tits were pointing at me, stiff as a board and glistening with water in the sunshine. Then I said they had to close their eyes and describe out loud in fine detail what they liked about their partner's tits. I said tits deliberately to give them a jolt."

"OMG, I never realized you were such a menace!"

"It started off slow and jerky, but they got into it. Both of them have great vocabularies and I was learning fast how to use words to turn on a woman about her breasts."

"By the time they got close to me, their hands were roaming and they were halfway to those orgasms I wrecked in the sunroom. I said I wanted to see them kiss while they kept their hands busy in each other. I started complimenting them, saying how impressed I was with their bodies, how great it was that they could enjoy each other, and how I thought it was more than ok for women to have sex with women. That's all it took. They stood in the water having really fine climaxes right in front of me. It was the first time I saw a woman come. I got towels and helped them dry off and said I would keep their secret forever and ever, and oh, by the way, call Kim."

"Ted, that is such a great story! Almost like porn."

"Yes, I had a terrific erection which my baggy pants were hiding. Before they let me go, I got a boyfriend style kiss from both of them and was almost found out."

Kim was laughing and wiggling in her seat. He knew the three of them were lovers, and she was probably imagining those perfect tits, and all the charms between their legs.

"Have you been sampling some of that special pussy yourself? They keep telling me how hot you are."

"Not yet. Selma said I couldn't until I was eighteen and legal."

"What about Sarah? I'm beginning to understand why she acts like a teenager around you."

"Sarah is special. She keeps having trouble with her required math courses for the psychology degree, and I'm helping her. I took her to Selma when she first asked, but Selma told her that I knew more college math than she did."

"You are a math tutor to Sarah. That's very kind of you."

"She's in love with you as well. Gets all spacey when we talk about Theo's mom."

Kim laughed and looked at him. Her hand was between her legs.

"Now that you have collected all this dirt on me, what are you going to do with it?"

"I haven't decided. Are you going to come clean with me about your nonpublic activities?"

She stared at him. They were not far from home.

"You are planning some changes in my life, are you?"

"I've had conversations with Erica about that."

"I'm beginning to think I produced a real asshole. She's my confidential shrink."

"I've learned some ways of helping people talk. You know what she thinks about you, deep down?"

"We've never talked about her side of our relationship."

"She has wild fantasies of lesbian sex with you. Haven't you noticed the new body? That's for you. The first chance you get, take her out to dinner, fill her with booze, then take her to Keeler and beat and fuck the shit out of her."

"What about me?"

"She says you are a classic case of suppressed memories. The trauma of your teenage abuse is alive in your subconscious, driving weird behavior. She told me this because she decided she would never penetrate your wall of defenses, but I might."

"So, other than fucking the shit out of me, as you say, what other changes do you have in mind?"

They were pulling into the underground garage. He looked over and said, "You have five days to decide how to get fucked by your son. Consult Greek mythology. Then we will talk more. Is it true that no man's cock has been in you since I was conceived? I told Erica it was hard to believe, given how you and your body drive men wild."

"Yes!" she spat at him and walked quickly to the elevator.

The next few days were hard on Kim. She had never been so angry in her life. Twenty-eight years of hidden rage were coming unraveled. She had learned, in depression after the attack years ago, the motto about, "Don't get mad, get even." The doctors put her on anti-depressives, and as her mood came back, she fought a battle to internalize anger, rage and acting out. Over months and years, she forged an iron control over every aspect of her behavior. She joined the school acting troupe and buried herself in female characters, good and bad. In senior year, she played Lady MacBeth and was a sensation. In college, she drove herself to straight A's and joined a sorority. It took all her skill not to be typed as lesbian since she avoided any actual contact with a male. But she succeeded and carefully laid the framework for the last supreme act in her college career, making a baby. The three handsome, smart, athletic guys she came onto never knew what hit them. Her period had been in the middle of May, so Memorial Day weekend was perfect for breeding. She planted suggestions about a large party at her parent's lake cabin, and made sure the three fathers-to-be were invited. She stashed a special supply of high proof vodka in one of the kitchen cabinets.

Her sorority sisters were encouraged to bring appropriate clothing to the lake, meaning no underwear and not much else. Her roommate whispered, "Jeannie, is there going to be a lot of sex?"

She giggled and whispered back, "I sure hope so, I am horny up to here."

Getting her egg flooded with sperm was the easy part. On the second evening of the party, everyone was worn down by a day on the water, and the booze was flowing. One after another, she invited the three lucky guys to help her with something in her upstairs bedroom. When they got there, she said quietly, "Close the door and drop your shorts."

Kim was looking out her window at the lake, wiggling her bare ass at the surprised guy. She turned her head and said, "I watched Julie getting it down there and I'm incredibly horny. Get busy."

The first two were so tense that they came in less than a minute. She squeezed as hard as she could and faked a big orgasm. They shot off squirt after giant squirt into her cunt and she moaned appreciatively. The third guy was a little suspicious and asked if she was pulling a train. She hugged him and stroked his big prick, which had already been in her roommate. "No, I am terribly jealous that you nailed my roommate before me. Now please get busy." He was tall and strong and not in a hurry. After several minutes, her insides were getting sore, but tingles were spreading and she knew she would come this time. The finale was a lot of fun, and his ample cock delivered the third load as she was shaking hard in her own orgasm. She told him to go back to the party, she would be right down. Instead, she stood on her head next to the bed for ten minutes, letting liquid deposits pool where they would do the most good.

At graduation, three weeks later, the early test was positive and she was all smiles for her family and classmates. The speeches went over her head as she shaped plans for the next critical year. It was essential to get far away from home and its history. Her grades and an impressive application letter resulted in an internship at an art gallery in St. Louis. She even found a tiny apartment within walking distance of the job and the riverfront. She meticulously developed a pregnancy diet and ran every evening along the water, under the giant metal arch. She grew her hair long and let her clothes out so that the belly bump and the enlarging breasts didn't show.

She was given a full time job and a promotion in the first several months by making herself indispensable to the Director, to whom she went at five months and cried that she had made a terrible mistake at the end of college and let a guy have unprotected sex with her. She told the woman, sobbing, "he only did it once, damn him."

The Director understood about not marrying a guy she hardly knew and promised Jeannie her job back after the baby was born.

But three weeks after a healthy boy she named Theodore was born, Jeannie was in the Director's office explaining that the baby had a rare blood disease that needed to be treated in one of the specialty hospitals in Texas. Would the Director give an open letter of recommendation so she could look for work there?

The Director would, and Jeannie was gone the next day, the baby and all of her belongings in a minivan. Texas was not on her itinerary. She had managed, with great effort, to have a cash existence in St. Louis except for the art gallery paychecks, She was leaving few tracks.

She worried that Theo needed to see a doctor, but he was nursing several times a day and growing fast. By luck, she camped next to a medical couple in Kansas. The woman was a pediatrician and offered to give Theo a checkup. After fifteen minutes of poking and prodding and measuring, she handed him back, saying, "You have a very healthy baby. In two or three weeks, go to a clinic and get his first set of shots. It's important that he have them now. His immunity from you will be wearing off and the shots will fix that."

It was time for an identity change. She went to a Social Security office in Kansas City and used the baby's birth certificate, which read Kimberly Theodore Parsons, to get him a social security card.

Kim Parsons was now in business. Applying online, she had credit cards in a matter of days, the banks not bothering to check the details on the SS number. She stopped in a small town and got a job waitressing in a diner in order to create an employment record for Kim Parsons. Again, no one checked the details, and Kim Parsons was now a real person with background documents

Jeannie Simpson signed the minivan title over to K.T. Parsons, and it was reregistered in Kansas. After a month, she made her apologies to the owner of the diner, saying her mother was gravely ill. She gave a very generous final payment to the high school babysitter who had been watching Theo, and even taken him in for shots, and headed west. That was the end of Jeannie, she thought.

All this history rattling around in her brain did not help Kim's black mood. So she was smart and made a good life as a single mom. So what. The baby she wanted so much was almost a man and smart. Smarter than she was, and on a different trajectory from his mother.

How could she, the Dark Lady, have been so goddamn naive? It wasn't written on any tablet that children grow up to match their parents. She knew about biology and the fucking genome. It mutated!

She had gotten complacent. The rage didn't work in her like it used to. The relative who attacked her was dead. She was forty and the rape had been when she was twelve. Wasn't twenty-eight years and several shrinks long enough ago to forget?

And Ted had her by the balls, if she'd had any. She laughed at herself. Twenty-eight years since a male scrotum bounced against her bottom and now Ted was going to change that. Fuck!

In the morning, Sarah and the receptionist, Clementine, came into her office. "It's about the birthday party arrangements. Theo is being distant, and you seem distracted about something too. The staff always has a lot of fun. Is it ok to plan the same as last year?"

They were being bright and cheery. She was in a funk, but had only herself to blame. She cleared the frown off her face and said, "Yes. The main gallery. We'll close for just an hour at the end of the day. Make sure everyone is there."

As an afterthought, she said, "Since he is eighteen and I am a truly old lady at forty, we will have this office event, and then a smaller party for dinner and after. I'll give you a list to invite later today."

She fixed her gaze on Sarah. "You are the sexiest, horniest bi-curious babe on the staff. Go around and collect little slips of paper with phone numbers on them and put them in an envelope with a card. Tell them if they put a slip in there, it is almost certain he will take them up on it."

The receptionist, who was new, blushed and said, "Can I put my number in there?"

"Not you too?"

"OMG, he is so hot...."

Kim had a shattering thought. Ted was not only going to do her, he was probably going to make his way through the whole staff!

She thought about running and went to see Erica. It was the last appointment of the day, and Erica had some special Scotch on her credenza. They sat side by side and sipped it neat, enjoying the burn and the fine aftertaste.