Kelly stood in front of her mother, mouth hanging open in shock.
"You got MARRIED?!" Dropping her suitcases to the floor of their home's foyer, Kelly stared at her mom, stunned. She'd just arrived home from her first year at college. It had been a long drive, so Kelly was tired, travel-rumpled, and
so
unprepared for this. "And...and what did you do to yourself?"
"Do to myself?" Kelly's mother, Lenora, laughed brightly, shaking her head and letting her new bleach blonde hair skim over her shoulders. When Kelly had been home for Christmas, her mother had had the same blunt, boring, dirty blonde bob she'd been sporting Kelly's whole life. Now, not only were the strands longer—not as long as Kelly's own blonde hair, which hit the middle of her back in soft waves, but far past Lenora's shoulders—but the color was also a blinding platinum.
Her mother looked like a ditzy tart!
And that wasn't just because of her hair. Also new? The thick make-up on Lenora's face: heavy, dark mascara, cherry red lipstick, bronzy contouring; the skin-tight red dress that barely reached her thighs; and—most alarming—the new set of breasts, big, bouncy, and practically hanging out of the dress, which Lenora
certainly
hadn't had at Christmas.
"You got a boob job?" Kelly couldn't even believe it. Her mother was
constantly
talking about how much she hated plastic surgery, how it made women look fake and desperate. In her job as a corporate lawyer, it was important that the people around her take her seriously, and Kelly didn't understand how anyone could take Lenora seriously now. She looked like a complete bimbo! This made no sense!
But her mother merely laughed again, stalking forward in her—also new—sky high kitten heels, wrapping Kelly in a long hug.
"Don't be silly." As her mother squeezed, Kelly could feel her new tits pushing against Kelly's own. The shock and disgust didn't stop as her mother brushed a quick kiss on Kelly's cheek. "Come. You need to meet my Frank!"
And that was the other thing—
Frank
. Her mother's new husband. Since Kelly's father had died over a decade ago, Lenora had had a few relationships, but nothing serious. And all of them had been with men like her—fit, successful, ambitious, with class and refinement. The sort that Lenora had found at her firm or the country club. Upstanding, attractive partners, who were perfect matches for Lenora's life.
Frank, on the other hand, was at least a hundred pounds overweight, short and balding, with a thick black mustache and wide eyes that seemed to rove over Kelly with gross creepiness. As Kelly was led closer to him, she felt dirty. In her mother's short explanation of the sudden marriage, she'd told Kelly that she'd originally met Frank when he came to do some IT work at her office. Now, four months later, they were married, and apparently Frank mostly worked from home.
When he reached out a hand to shake Kelly's, it was big, sweaty, and meaty.
"You were right, Lulu," Frank said, fingers closing hard over Kelly's so she couldn't pull away. Kelly saw his eyes flicker over her face, her chest, then lower on her body. He licked his lips. "Your daughter is stunning. I'm sure we'll all grow very close."
Gross!
Kelly wanted to vomit. And
Lulu
? No one had ever called her mother Lulu! She was as far from a Lulu as Kelly could imagine—or she
had
been. Kelly didn't know who this new version of her mother was. Was this some kind of midlife crisis?
"Don't count on it!" Kelly snapped, and yanked her hand out of Frank's. The man's beady eyes flashed at her, but he didn't say anything. Kelly looked desperately to her mother. "Mom, we need to talk. Now. Alone."
"Of course, baby." But before she tottered off with Kelly, Lenora stopped to wrap her long, tanned arms around Frank. Kelly watched in disgust as her new stepfather instantly dropped a meaty hand to Lenora's ass, cupping the round globes, even slipping fingers beneath the tight fabric of her mother's short dress. Their mouths met, a sloppy and repulsive kiss, and Kelly was certain her mom rubbed her new tits against her husband before she pulled away.
Frank was grinning as Kelly and Lenora went into the kitchen.
But getting answers from her mother proved worthless. No matter what Kelly said, no matter how many times she pointed out all the changes in her mother, all the ways in which it seemed
impossible
that Lenora would marry a creepy bastard like Frank—and so
fast
!—it all fell on deaf ears. Lenora just smiled and giggled and shrugged off Kelly's arguments. She insisted she loved Frank, that he was the perfect man, and that Kelly would soon see it too.
"NO, I WON'T!" Kelly yelled, furious. "I don't know what the hell is happening here, but you need to come to your senses, Mom! This is crazy! Look at you!"
"Isn't it sexy?" Lenora swept a finely-manicured hand down her new curves. Then she winked. "We could be sisters now!"
Lenora wasn't wrong there. She may look like a complete slut, but Lenora
did
look hotter and younger than ever. Lenora had always been attractive, but now she had a body that rivaled her daughter's. A dancer growing up, Kelly had long limbs and a perfectly toned body. When she'd started to blossom into adulthood, her curves grew with her. Unlike her mother's previously quaint tits, Kelly had DDD breasts and an ass that was tight and round, and she worked hard to keep it that way. But Kelly was nineteen! If she wanted to go to a club wearing a dress like her mother's, she had the looks and youth to pull it off. Her forty-five-year-old mother shouldn't! And just walking around the house dressed like a skank? Why??
"I don't want to be sisters. You're my mother!" Kelly cried.
Lenora just shrugged, then grinned. "Your father loves it."
"
Step
father!" Kelly corrected furiously. "Not even that! I refuse to acknowledge this bullshit! What is wrong with you?"
"You're clearly upset." Lenora shook her head sadly. She tottered forward again on her spiky heels and gently cupped Kelly's cheek. "Why don't you go up to your room and rest? Watch some television. Try to calm down."
"I'm not going to
calm down
!" Kelly shouted, but she was exhausted of fighting. Exhausted in general. It had been a long day of traveling and the arguing had drained her even more. She pulled away from her mother, still seething. She'd figure out what was going on tomorrow. Or maybe wake up to realize this was all some crazy nightmare.
Stomping up to her bedroom, she passed Frank again on the stairs. The man must have heard her fighting with her mother, but he merely stood where he was, grinning.
"Welcome home, Kelly," he said.
Kelly sneered at him. "You're disgusting! I'm going to find out what you've done to my mother and we'll never see you again!"
"You don't mean that, baby."
His hand reached out and stroked her hair, and Kelly immediately slapped it away.
"I'm not your 'baby', you gross creep! Don't touch me, EVER!"
She stormed up the rest of the stairs, but could only hear Frank laugh below.
Once in her room, Kelly slammed her door closed. She was so angry, so confused, she just threw herself on her bed, wanting to cry. She didn't understand what was happening. She wanted to call her friends to vent, but she was too embarrassed. Imagine if
any
of them caught sight of Frank
or
of Lenora in her current state. Ugh! Kelly was still holding out hope that whatever insanity had come over her mother, Kelly could snap her out of it. Then they could get rid of Frank and pretend all this never happened. That was the only thing still making Kelly feel better, the belief that this could all be fixed.
