*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaged in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned.
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"Ryan! Get the, damn it, get the door," Sharon Luquette called out, mopping the sweat from her forehead with her towel.
Ryan either did not hear, or ignored his mother; a moment later, the doorbell chimed again. Whomever was ringing the bell must have deduced that the bell was not working because they then knocked smartly on the front door.
"Damn it," Sharon wheezed, turning off her workout DVD.
"Coming, coming," she called out as she scurried to the door.
Sharon was wearing her work-out attire of sports bra and nylon shorts. The skimpy garb showed off her taut tanned body, her sleek legs. She normally kept a tank top nearby, to cover her slight paunch, but unfortunately, all were in the wash.
She opened the door to see an attractive young blonde woman. The pale woman smiled a charming smile.
Sharon was struck at the woman's pale, almost white skin tone and her deep black eyes. When the woman's smile stretched wide, two sharp fangs were revealed.
"May I come in?" the woman asked, the false fangs making her speech sound garbled.
Sharon smiled, looking at the thin woman's vampire costume. She had the black cape, a tuxedo shirt buttoned up to her throat with a black string tie and black trousers.
Through the thin tuxedo blouse, Sharon could see that the young lady had small breasts with fat little nipples that pressed against the blouse. She stood about five feet, four inches, her black combat boots giving her no lift.
"Yes, please do come in," Sharon smiled. "You're Ryan's date?"
"Charlene Truffant," the blonde tried to say, then giggled.
She spit the plastic fangs into her small hand. Her teeth were small, white, straight teeth.
"Charlene Truffant. I work with Ryan," she said. "You must be his sister? But I don't remember him saying he had a sister."
"Well, aren't you sweet," Sharon smiled. "I'm Sharon Luquette. Ryan's mother."
"Oh!" Charlene said, actually surprised.
Sharon Luquette had been eighteen years, one month old when she decided to come out to her family. She'd known for years that she was gay, she was lesbian. She did not find the male of the species desirable.
Her father looked at Sharon, face a mask of absolute disgust. Then he called her a hateful name, spat at her and left the table.
Sharon wiped the spittle from her face. She set her jaw firmly, refusing to cry.
Sharon's mother looked at Sharon, shook her head, then resumed eating. After a few mouthfuls of food, her mother looked up for a moment, then shook her head again.
Jonathon, her older brother actually giggled. Then he smirked, grabbed his crotch and declared she just needed a real man.
"I mean, shit, don't get me wrong. Think it'd be all hot as shit watching you and some girl going at it," Jonathon had hooted.
"Jonathon! Stop! Before I puke up all over the place, huh?" Sharon's mother demanded.
Her mother looked at Sharon again. She set her jaw firmly.
"So. You willing go to Hell? 'Cause that's where them lezzies going. Hell, with all them other sinners turn they backs on the Lord," the woman hissed.
"The Lord made me this way, Mother," Sharon declared. "He..."
"The Lord ain't made you no God damned dyke," her mother screamed. "Don't you EVER say that!"
A week after coming out to her family, Jonathon and three of his buddies grabbed Sharon as she was leaving cheerleading practice. In the back of a Bell South cargo van, the four took turns holding her down.
"There, still think girl could do you better than that?" Jonathon giggled.
When the police came to the house, Jonathon was very quick to rat out his three buddies. Sharon's mother and father refused to press charges, but because Sharon was eighteen, the police ignored the entreaties and threats of the parents.
"She liked it," Rodney Latrell claimed as he was being read his rights.
"Wasn't no rape," Charles, Rodney's father claimed. "Shit, should see line of them little tramps coming after my boy. Think they fuck him? They going get some our money."
"Sir, if I could arrest you for being an ignorant jack ass, I would," Becky Yuma snapped as she pushed Rodney into the car.
When Sharon found out that she was pregnant, her mother claimed it was the vengeance of the Lord. Sharon's father said it was just a sign from God that Sharon should settle down, get married, have a family.
After giving birth to Ryan Cristopher Luquette, DNA showed Rodney Latrell to be the father. Charles Latrell incurred some charges of his own for making death threats against Sharon and 'her bastard child.'
Eighteen years after giving birth to her son, Sharon was still trying to lose that little bit of paunch that bearing him had given her. She had 34DD breasts, a thirty two inch middle, and thirty five inch hips. Most of her lovers had loved her large breasts, with large nipples, but nearly all had told Sharon that her ass was a work of art, truly spectacular. In miniskirts and short dresses, her sleek, toned legs drew appreciative looks.
Now, standing in her living room, Sharon noticed Charlene's deep brown, almost black eyes raking over her body. Then her dark eyes returned to peer at Sharon's eyes.
"I'm serious; you just don't look old enough to..." Charlene stated.
"Hey, Charlene," Ryan said, coming into the room.
Sharon pulled her gaze from Charlene's deep brown, almost black eyes and smiled at her son. The handsome young man was wearing a similar costume, black cape, white shirt, black trousers. His dark brown hair was slicked back, shiny with gel. His naturally tanned face was a ghostly white with makeup.
Sharon looked back at the extremely pale features of Charlene. The girl smiled again as Ryan stood next to her.
His smile revealed his own plastic fangs and Charlene put her fangs back into her mouth. Then Ryan frowned.
"Come on; you were supposed slick your hair back, huh?" he said, speech garbled.
"I'm not; I look stupid like that," Charlene complained, indicating her tousled mop of blonde.
"Fine, fine," Ryan grumbled, spittle flying because of the false teeth.
"It was very nice meeting you, Mrs. Luquette," Charlene said.
"Oh, please, call me Sharon," Sharon smiled, again looking into the girl's deep brown eyes.
"Okay, Sharon," Charlene smiled.
Ryan bent to kiss his mother's cheek, then made Sharon squeal when he moved to bite her neck instead. Charlene smiled as Sharon playfully slapped her son.
"Fine, I'll just find someone else to bite," Ryan said and did kiss his mother's cheek.
Sharon stood in the doorway, watching as Charlene and Ryan made their way to Ryan's 2007 Mustang. She nodded in approval as Ryan held the passenger door open for Charlene. Ryan must have sensed his mother's eyes on him; he turned and smiled at her.
Sharon did not know what time Ryan got home from his high school Halloween Dance. She wasn't home; she'd gone to the apartment of her latest lover shortly after Ryan and Charlene had driven away.
Sharon went to Juanita's apartment, rather than bringing Juanita to her home; Juanita hated men in general. Juanita hated Ryan in particular. She hated that Ryan often commanded Sharon's attention. Juanita hated that Sharon would defer to Ryan's needs and wishes over Juanita's needs and wishes.
The next morning, Ryan told Sharon that he'd had a great time with Charlene; his friends had been extremely jealous of his date. He showed her the ribbon he'd won for second place in the costume contest.
"My goodness; who won first place?" Sharon wondered aloud.
"Piggy and her boyfriend," Ryan sneered. "She made their stupid costumes."
Halloween Night was on a Wednesday that year. But that did not dampen the enthusiasm of the neighborhood children. Sharon loved this night. She had loved it as a child; dressing up as a fairy princess, or a ballerina and getting candy. As a teenager, she'd loved getting dressed up and getting together with her friends, drinking stolen beers and smoking cigarettes. When one or another girl would get stumbling drunk, Sharon would chance kissing that girl. As a Mommy, she'd loved taking Ryan from house to house, or hosting parties for her baby boy.
Now, as an adult, Sharon just loved hearing the doorbell, then hearing the excited 'trick or treat!' from the adorable children. She loved tossing candy into their bags, smiling to the neighborhood moms and dads, then shutting the door and waiting for the next troupe of excited kids. Ryan couldn't be bothered with it; he was eighteen. Sharon didn't know where he was but it was a school night so his curfew was ten o'clock.
Juanita had been less than happy that Sharon preferred to stay at home, rather than go with her to a party another lesbian couple were throwing. Her anger grew when Sharon reminded her that it was a school night.
"And you're in school?" Juanita snapped.
"Uh, my son is," Sharon said.
Sharon cut off Juanita's complaints; she reminded Juanita that she had known Sharon had a son when they'd started dating. Juanita reminded Sharon that Ryan was now eighteen and certainly old enough to be home alone. Sharon hung up on Juanita, sure that it was the last conversation they'd have.
At around ten thirty that evening, Sharon turned off all the lights and locked the doors. The bowl of candy had been pretty well plundered; only a handful of the Smarties, her favorite of all candies remained.
In her bedroom, Sharon was about to shimmy into her long tee shirt. At the last moment, she decided to slip on her black baby doll and matching black lace panties. She looked in the mirror at herself and nodded with approval. It was hard to believe that she was just a few days shy of being thirty seven years old; she could pass for much younger.
