Book XV: Kairi's Story
"Now, about the 'mommy/son' thing."
"I'm pretty sure you will blame it on role-playing since there is a discernable twenty-plus year age difference between the two of you," I began, "but I recognized
you
the minute I walked in the door, Mrs. Saunders."
"Mrs.—? What makes you think I'm Mrs. Saunders?" she asked.
"Oh, come on," I said with an intolerable air. "I mean, this
is
the age of social media. There are pictures of you all over Dr. Saunders's Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram accounts where he has tagged you as 'Ma,' not to mention those he has posted on the campus website where you and your husband have attended one function or another."
"If you knew she and I were mother and son, why, then, would you place yourself in the middle of ... this?"
"It was hot," I answered. "
I
was hot." Looking at the woman, I said, "You saw how wet I was when I straddled your face."
She looked at me intently before saying, "She's either not telling us everything, or ..." She just let the words hang in the air for a few seconds before saying, "Do I know you, Kairi? You look awfully familiar."
"We have never met before today, ma'am," I told her.
She studied me a few seconds with slitted eyes, then asked, "Who are your parents? Do I know them?"
"You know my father," I answered, "but you never met my mother."
"Who's your father?" she asked, but I ignored her completely as I turned and said,
"
You
, on the other hand, you know my mother
very
well."
He shrugged.
"Come on. Really? After all this time, my name hasn't sparked a single memory for you? Kairi
Ramsus
?"
"I'm sorry," he told me with what seemed complete honesty. "What is it supposed to mean? Did your mother attend Brown as well?"
"Let me paint the picture for you," I said as I straightened my posture. "About twenty years ago, you and your Aunt Linda were in Greenland filming a documentary. Linda met a local woman, and the three of you ended up having a threesome that night."
"Well, this is my first time hearing of
that
," Mrs. Saunders said a bit dejectedly.
He lightly furrowed his brow and waved her off as he seemed to search his memory bank for the third woman's name. "P ... Pippa? No, that's not right. Pipa ... Luk? Pipaluk?" I smiled and nodded my head. "Pipaluk Ramsus is your mother?"
"She is," I affirmed, "but the story doesn't end there. You see, you had just two orgasms that night, and both were in my mother. Suffice it to say, when you left Greenland, you unknowingly left something behind. Well, some
one
, as it were."
Okay, so this is as good a place as any to state that Daddy said he wanted me to give my perspective on how the remainder of this discussion was conducted. Keep in mind that these events have already occurred, he just wants me to put them in writing. He says it is for a book he is putting together about incest within our family. I must admit, I am intrigued. He says mine will be the last entry, so I hope my offering does this book justice. Without further ado ...