*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.
