Raised To Be A Lesbian I Found Out That I Was As Straight As An Arrow

I hope this doesn't offend some people in particular. My mother left my father when I was eleven because he was overbearing and she finally had a job that she could pay rent with. My mother started seeing a friend I'll call Claudia, Aunt Claudia. My mother slept with her, my mother kissed her, my mother grabbed her when she was cooking. My mother was overbearing but Claudia love it, she really loved my mother being so strong, it made her feel like a woman.

My mother ran for city council and was defeated pretty badly by the anti gay movement. We moved to Santa Fe where Claudia had relatives, and she was a shoe in with the gay community. My mother and Claudia got married, Claudia in a white virginal dress and my mother in a black suit, her hair cut short, wearing a man's watch. My mother wanted to grow a dick, but they told her no matter what she did she would never grow and dick, if anything it would be so fake so she stopped trying.

In my high school years in Santa Fe my parents, my mothers, told me to find a nice girl. I had my first sexual experience with a girl who played on the softball team. I was one of the freshman girls she initiated, the equivalent of a jock popping some girl's cherry. She initiated a bunch of girls. Well it was over with, I had tasted pussy, I was officially a lesbian.

In college I got along well with a girl I met there and we moved in together and became a couple on campus. After college she wanted to move to the East Coast, NYC. I hated it there, and went back to New Mexico. I got a job working at a business and the man that owned it put me under his thumb and fucked me. Not nicely, not consensual what ever that means. He fucked me so that I understood who I belonged to. He knew what he was doing and I was dancing for him, sometimes naked. I was over at his place and my mother hated him, because he was a man. Tough luck for my mother, he started to put my mother under his thumb. Claudia was under his thumb the day she met him.

I got pregnant and was showing off my baby bump to anyone and everyone who wanted to notice. I started to go his way, he wanted me doing his housework and laundry, all the things you have to do for a man to show him you are wife material. I got married in an open air wedding, with a flowing white gown around my then eight month baby belly. My favorite picture is in his arm, with his hand under my belly. Yes, I was his and he had gotten me pregnant.

My mother doesn't like being under his thumb, she calls him toxic and other bad names for men in her world. But he says and she does and that's what matters. Like it or not, she doesn't have a choice about it. Claudia and me, well we went gladly, but my mother went with her feet dug in until she had no choice but to accept her place with him. My father, who now that he has a grandson, is back in the picture and he laughs his head off at my mother, not only does she have to bite her tongue, she has to dance to his tune. It's poetic justice.