For those of you who haven't read my mom's' story.... Is that mom's mothers' momes...? Anyway my two moms'.... God and I got an A in English. Anyway, my mother and her lover, who happens to be another woman's, story. It might be a good idea to read it to get some background about my family.
To say we are unique, I would have to question. To say we are open and honest, that I would have to agree with. I would definitely have to say there is no such thing as 'dalliance' in our blood. We're an 'all or nothing' bunch. Yes it seems as long as there is love involved, we are willing to pay the cost.
In a nut shell, my mom went on a cruise that I planned and came home with a woman lover. I never knew my mother even looked at other women that way. She was a straight as straight can be. Or so I thought.
Not only did she have a woman lover, but she was one of those stunning, model perfect, beautiful women; that make the captain of the cheer squad look plain in comparison. Can you say jealous much?
Then my little brother, who was being played as a pawn between these two bitches, meets the clerk at some store... the store they left him at, while they went at each other, screaming like idiots, pulling hair and just making complete asses of themselves. So what does he do? He falls for the older woman behind the counter.
Not that I mind Mellissa, Missy for short. She's great. She's become the big sister I never had. But still it's a lot to wrap your head around, knowing she's almost ten years older than her husband. Yeah they got married, and yeah Tony finished his degree in business, so he could take over Grandpa Harold's businesses, since mom just doesn't have the temperament for it, and Michelle still has her dress shop.
Me... I live in a happy marriage with my lesbian lover and our two kids. I guess that is where I should really start. I mean if you have read my moms' story, you know I reacted like a howling, homophobic, cretin. How did it ever get that way? I often wonder.
I guess it's best to start at the beginning. Hi, I'm Kimberly Meghan Burris-Walters. Damn that's a mouth full. When this all started, I was just Kim Burris. An average eighteen year old daughter of an over worked, stress case, widowed mother; trying to finish high school and go to college.
Yes, I missed my dad too. He was the best of the best. But it had been years since he had died and my mom was still a basket case about it. So, I got this really bright idea to set her up on a singles cruise. It had to make her realized that there was still life out there. Even if she didn't start dating again, it would snap her out of her funk. At least that was the plan.
Grammy said it also might be a good idea to see if they had a group for women only. That way mom wouldn't feel pressured. Well since Grammy was footing the bill, I jumped on the bandwagon. We set it all up, with every extravagance we could think of and then sprung our trap... err surprise.
I never meant for her to find a woman! Oh sure I knew about women having sex with other women. Every girl does. Hell, most of the female coaches I've had in school were lesbians. I never thought mom would fall for one though. But she did and I found out about it on the worst day of my life. Let me see if I can remember it correctly.
I was walking home from school with my best friend since we were in second grade. Two blocks from my house, she tells me that she has feelings for me that she had been hiding for years. If that shock wasn't enough...! She then told me she went out will Billy Parsons, to prove that she wasn't Lesbo; got knocked up, and now wondered if we could run away with the baby and live together since she now knew where her heart truly wanted to be.
I was like... Excuse ME...? WHAT...?
Then, since she felt totally abandoned by me because of my totally stunned response. She ran off crying and refused to answer any of my calls. As soon as I got home, I called our other best friend, Kristy. We tried to contact her over the internet. Well that was in the bad old days, when if you linked to the wrong page... zap goes the computer. I was about ready to pull my hair out.
Then mom walks in with her 'Girlfriend' Michelle. I'm sorry but at that time I was still freaking out about Lisa, the pregnancy and... yeah. So, I blew my mom off, grabbed what I needed and headed back to my room.
Anyway, I was on the phone with someone from the gossip chain... I can't even remember who really, and Tony, my brother, walks in all glassy eyed. Alright, I should have known something was up. Tony was and is mister manners personified. He never opened my door without knocking. Then I heard him say.
"Hey sis... you'll never guess what I just saw."
So yeah, I rolled my eyes and said. "So tell me already... I'm busy. Oh, and by the way, I need you to fix my computer." To be honest I wasn't really listening, but I would let him have his say.
So he says. "I just caught mom kissing some woman in the kitchen." My ears started roaring and picked up the words "girlfriend and this looks serious."
I was like, "WHAT... No F-ing way." My mind was screaming "What the fuck is going on. Is everyone in Kentucky going gay?" I'm sure my tantrum is well documented, so I won't go back over it here. Let just say I really messed up. But, the worst part is that the whole time, I forgot to push the end button on the phone.
That's right... Little Miss Suzy Q. Rottencrotch... heard every word. And of course, being the biggest gossip in the state, by the time I got to school the next Monday, it was all over town that my mom went queer. I felt like everyone was laughing at me.
Then... then, to have Miss Goth, I'm militant gay chick, shove her mountainous leather clad tits under my face, and tell me that she would give me comfort if I needed it. I about blew a gasket. Add to that, Lisa being shipped off because she was caught pregnant and ready to run! I was in a living nightmare. I was just waiting for the mad slasher to come and get me.
So, just to rub salt into my wounds, Tony had tell to me all about how cool Michelle is. Listening to him babble away about how pretty she is and that she's nice. Yeah, yeah, yeah...! Hell, I have eyes. I could see she's a complete knock out and mom was totally into her.
If that wasn't humiliation enough, my room is over theirs. There isn't enough insulation in the world to keep the sounds of them making love out of my ears. I tried to pull my pillow over my head. I tried listening to music. I tired ignoring it. Nothing worked. If that wasn't enough, I had to see HER, walking around in nothing but a silk robe. I wanted to scream.
The kicker that topped it all off, one time I wanted to borrow something from my mom.
So, I knocked. No one answered. I tried the door. It was open. So, I went in. The shower was running. No big deal. I walked over to her dresser to get what I was looking for. BAM! There they were making love in the shower. And when I say making love, I mean fully involved, didn't know I was there, totally into each other, going at it.
I must have stood there flatfooted for five minutes, watching them pleasure each other. It wasn't until I heard the sound of mom getting Michelle off, that my feet remembered what they were meant for. Then it hit me.
I was really pissed to realize how turned on I was. I mean my panties were dripping wet. Not moist, not damp, not spotted... I said dripping. I mean Ewe... my mom and her lover, making it in the shower, and I'm dripping...? What the hell was up with that?
Then the dreams came. I dreamed it was me, Michelle was making cum. It was me, with her in the shower, oblivious to the world around us. It was me! I was so jealous I had to hate her... or try and seduce her, and I wasn't gay! I refused to be gay!
This of course led to the fights, name calling, bitching, moaning, groaning, and me being an all around cunt. How they put up with my shit? I'll never know. Some days I wanted them to break up, so life could get back to normal. Other days, I wanted to break them up, so I could be the one moaning under Michelle's attentions. I was one confused mess.
The only thing I had going for me was being accepted to Grammy's sorority. That was my way out of this hell hole. I could look forward to leaving this mess behind me and making a new start. I latched onto that like a lifesaver in the middle of the Arctic Ocean.
Then there was the fire. We were all devastated by the fire. I couldn't be a bitch to them anymore; they were so helpful to Grammy when she needed it the most. So, I had to settle for cold indifference. It was the best I could do. I had to keep at arms distance, from the woman who had turned my world upside down.
The last thing I expected was the trouncing I got from Grammy. I mean she might do it like a velvet steamroller, but when someone climbs up one side, does a jig on your head and stomps down the other, you know you've been read the riot act. By the time she was done slapping me back, I was so hurt, mad, alienated, pissed.... I think you get the idea. I didn't want to have anything to do with any of them. Let them have their stupid lesbian affair, I was going to school and leaving this all behind me like a bad rash.
I felt if I had hurt my mother's feelings, good! She and her lover had made my life a living hell. It served them right. I'd show them. Oh god, how immature I was being. But, in the moment, I did kind of feel justified. When I jumped on that plane, I wasn't ever looking back. I was out of there. I was Gone baby Gone!
When I got to school, I embraced it with arms wide open. I registered, went through Pledge week, Pleab week, Hell week, I did it all with a great big smile plastered on my face. I was free at last! If you have been through college, you know what I'm talking about. You'd also know it's not all parties and fun. If you want to stay in college, you have to study, study and do more studying.
If you don't have the books, you borrow them. If you can't borrow them, you can go to the off campus book store, pay fifty dollars a month and rent their books as long as you don't take them out of the store. If they leave the store, you bought them. Hey it a college town, it was a great way to make extra money. It also led me to Belinda.
What can I say about Belinda? She smiled at me the first time I saw her. I thought, no big deal, she smiled at every one. I later found out that only a very select few people got to see her real smile. I smiled back, of course, looked for the book I needed, and found a secluded corner to study in. I had a Biology paper due and didn't have time for idle chatter.
"Sweetie, were closing in a few minutes." I heard from behind me, sometime later.
"Oh, sorry; I must've lost track of the time." I babbled as I met the prettiest hazel eyes I'd ever seen.
"Dr. Paulson isn't that bad. Just do your best. He has a way of weeding the good ones from the people who taking the class just as a requirement." She said softly as she picked up the books I wasn't reading any more.
"Thanks... I um... better go." I stammered as I gathered up my stuff and tried to bolt for the door.
"No rush... you still have about five minutes... I'm Belinda by the way." She offered her long fingered finely sculpted hand.
"Um, hi... I'm Kim." I felt a jolt when our hands met.
"Is it Kim, or Kimberly? You look more like a Kimberly to me." He voice was like smooth silk.
