Linda's Legacy - Sex Stories

Linda's Legacy

... milk and two Splendas I had on my way out the door, a sixteen-ounce Yeti cup of double-shot nonfat caramel latte, one stop for fuel and two more for bathroom breaks, I pulled into mom's driveway at ten minutes past midnight. The garage door rolled open for me and I parked in the empty bay. Huh. Where was Doug's car?

"Glad you made it, honey," mom said. "Happier than you know. God. If you hadn't come..." She shook her head. "Well. That would not have been good. Come on in. The cookies are in the kitchen. Would you like some tea?"

At sixty, mom was still a handsome woman. She still had her figure, gracefully aged though it was. Her posture was amazing. Despite having had two children, she looked like she'd never be touched with osteoporosis. Her dark hair was shot through with gray, but still shiny and beautifully styled. And her eyes were as deeply blue as ever. Like mine. I hoped to look half as good at her age. She started pouring tea, even though I hadn't said I wanted any.

"Nothing with caffeine, please. I'm jittery enough. Bradley made me drink a coffee and a double shot."

"This is chamomile. You'll be fine." She looked me up and down. "You, ah, you were wearing that dress tonight, when you had your conversation with Bradley?"

"Yeah. He didn't let me get changed when he hustled me out the door. He just made me throw some things into a bag and kicked me out."

"Oh, dear. Oh dear oh dear oh dear."

"What? What's wrong with the dress? I look good in ...

... blue!"

"I know, honey. I do too. But a dress like that... well, I suppose it's too much to be a coincidence."

"What coincidence? What did Tommy mean about a curse? What is going on? Why isn't anybody talking to me?"

She handed me a plate with some cookies on it. Ginger snaps. Homemade. She carried a tray with a teapot and two proper bone-china teacups. "Come into the sitting room and make yourself comfortable. I'll tell you everything."

The screen was on, showing a paused football game, which surprised me. Mom never watched football. If anything, she avoided it.

"Where's Doug? His car wasn't in the garage. And why do you have football on if he's not here?"

"That's part of it, I suppose. Doug doesn't usually spend the night here. He's with Bryan."

"His friend Bryan? But why? You mean they're... you mean he's...?"

"Gay. Yes. They've been together almost twenty years. They were already a couple when I met Doug."

"But... then... why? Why are you married to him?"

"It's a complicated story. I needed to be married. Doug did, too. I know, I know, gay couples get married all the time now. It's accepted in a way that was unthinkable when we were younger. But at our age... Well. There are all kinds of closets. There are closets within closets. Doug never really fully came out to himself. He doesn't think of himself as gay, even though he is, and he knows it, and even admits it. But that's not what he sees in the mirror. He would never live the lifestyle of a gay ...