My Mom vs. My Sister Ch. 08
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Cathryn: Mom, 47, ER doctor
Caitlyn: Daughter, 19, porn actress
Carter: Son, 18, student
Arianna: Daughter, student, Caitlyn’s twin, given up for adoption
Kaho Ling: 19, porn actress
Di: 46, Kaho Ling’s mom
Haruto (aka John): 71, Japanese software mogul
Sumika (aka Yoko): 58, Haruto’s wife
Ashton Love: Porn producer-director, 43
Damien: Porn cameraman, 20, son of Ashton Love
All characters engaged in sex are 18+.
My mother, Dr. Cathryn Allison Talbot, was in the foyer of our house, on her knees, and looking up into the vengeful eyes of the Angel of Death.
And that angel is Arianna Rupali. Arianna is the daughter she gave up for adoption nineteen years ago.
Arianna was the second born of twin daughters. My mom had just finished medical school and didn’t want twins, so Arianna was the odd daughter out. Mom made the decision based on order of birth. And today, she will be judged on that decision.
Arianna works as a waitress at a diner in Petaluma, California. My mother had been following her whereabouts since she was two, and in the worst way, wanted to establish a relationship with the daughter she gave away.
Since my mom was not allowed to make unauthorized contact, we concocted a plan for me to anonymously observe Arianna at her workplace. As Arianna didn’t seem to know she was adopted, I was not going to give her any hint that I was her brother. I just went there to spy on her and report back to my mom.
But when Arianna was taking my order, she immediately noticed our resemblance. She suspected I was a cousin and began quizzing me on relatives that we might have in common.
I copped to nothing, but she wouldn’t let the issue drop. When I tried to bail on the conversation, she followed me to my car. One thing led to another, and we fucked in my Corolla, in the parking lot, during her lunch break.
But that wasn’t just a fuck. She wanted to get my pants off so she could get into my wallet. She stole my driver’s license to get my address, and is now standing on our porch, looking down at my mom, who is on her knees, quivering in stunned silence.
I stood in the doorway, next to my mom, looking into the incriminating eyes of my long-lost sister. She came here to get a confession from the woman who gave her away.
“You left this,” said Arianna softly, who reached in through the doorway and handed me my license.
“Can I come in?”
“Sure,” I said tepidly.
Mom was blocking the entrance, so I helped her to her feet and moved her out of the doorway. She was still shaking. This is just like her recurring dream. The dream of the daughter she gave away finally returning home. But this dream didn’t seem to have a happy ending.
Without a word, Arianna stepped into the foyer, where mom had adorned the walls with two dozen framed photos of Caitlyn and I in various parts of the world. We always took an expensive vacation during summer, usually to Europe.
Arianna walked right by us and stepped up to a framed photo taken of Caitlyn in front of the Eiffel Tower. And for the first time in her life, she saw her twin sister. She leaned into the photo for a closer inspection and studied it for what felt like an eternity.
I can only imagine what she was thinking. This was the life she should have lived, instead of the life of struggle she was forced to endure. Her adoptive father died when she was six, and her mother is a custodian at a middle school in Petaluma.
She took a deep breath, then moved to the next photo. It was Caitlyn in front of the Taj Mahal. She didn’t look at it very long this time. Just a few seconds, then she moved to the next photo, which was taken of Caitlyn and I on the balcony of our overwater bungalow in Bora Bora.
And that was all she could take. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes and started their mournful trek down her cheeks. This is the saddest thing I’ve ever seen.
No one should have to go through what she’s going through now. She once again glowered at my mom, who was still shaking and unable to speak. I held her tightly, as her quivering body felt like she was about to fall down.
Arianna turned her attention to our high-ceiling living room with an entire wall that is nothing but windows. My mother spent over a hundred thousand on furnishings just for the living room. And it was the worst fucking money ever spent, as I could now see in Arianna’s tear-filled eyes.
She walked to another wall where mom placed more photos of us. And hanging on that wall was a painting she had commissioned. Mom was in the middle, and Caitlyn and I were on opposite sides. A goddamn fucking painting. Like fucking nobility. It’s a fucking joke.
Arianna’s tears said everything that needed to be said. This was the life she should have lived, but she was the odd child out.
Arianna made her way into queenbet yeni giriş our dining room, and the ten-thousand-dollar chandelier hanging over the twenty-thousand-dollar table.
I never realized what assholes we were until this exact moment. But this life that my mother had given us wasn’t what it looked like. I had to say something.
“Arianna, this is all fake.”
“Shut up, Carter.” Her voice was weepy and tear-strained.
Arianna studied the fifteen-thousand-dollar sterling silver tea set proudly displayed in the eight-thousand-dollar hutch, then turned around to face us.
Her face was white. Her eyes were red. And her tears were streaming down her cheeks. This is the face of the Angel of Death.
“I lived my whole life in deprivation. My whole life.” Arianna’s voice cracked with cathartic sorrow. “When my father died, we lost everything. We lived in a homeless shelter for months. I watched my mom cry every night for years. She even tried to kill herself.”
Her tears falling heavily now, she wiped them on her forearms, and continued with her verdict.
“And you lived like this? You lived like this?”
“Arianna,” I said, “it’s not real. Everything you’re seeing is a lie. It was never happy.”
Arianna again wiped at her tears, then looked at my mother with unforgiving rage.
“Why did you give me up?”
“Arianna, it’s not that simple,” I said.
“Shut up, Carter. I want to hear this from her lips. Come on, birth mother. I have the right to know. Why did you give me up?”
My mom was so shaken she was struggling to reply. But what could she say? I gave you up because I was too busy? How do you say that? The funny thing is, she never had an answer ready. After all this time, she never had an answer to the most important question of her life.
“I…” said mom. “I am so sorry.”
“You’re sorry? That’s it? Sorry? Whoops. I made a mistake. That’s all you have to say?”
“Arianna, no,” I said. “Believe me, she’s suffered her whole life over the decision.”
“Oh really? Well, it looks like you’ve been suffering.”
Arianna again wiped away another round of her streaming tears and stepped right into my mother’s face. Mom’s entire life came down to this one moment.
“Let me tell you something, birth mother. Don’t you ever talk to me. Don’t you ever email me. Don’t you ever text me. Don’t you even let me know that you exist.”
“Arianna, please,” I said.
“And when you die, I want you to die knowing that I will forever hate you for what you did to me.”
“Arianna, please, settle down,” I begged. “Let’s sit down and talk.”
“Talk? I have nothing else to say to you people. You’re both fucking sick. Did you know your son fucked me?”
“He fucked you?”
“Oh, Carter didn’t tell you that? That’s some son you got there. He fucked me and didn’t even let me know he was my brother.”
“He fucked you?”
“Oh, dear God,” gasped mom, pulling herself away from my grasp.
“So let me introduce myself. My name is Arianna Rupali. I am the daughter of Gina Rupali. She is and will always be my mother. And you will never be. And you will never interfere with my life again.”
“She’s not trying to interfere with your life. She wants to help you.”
“Help? If you want to help me, then make sure I never see you again. And if I do, I’m going to sue you for everything you have. Do you understand me?”
“Arianna, please, sit down and talk for a few minutes,” I pleaded. “Just for a few minutes.”
“No fucking way. You’re evil people.” She then glared the rage of a wasted lifetime into my mother’s eyes. “And you are a miserable excuse for a mother. I’m so glad I’m not your daughter.”
Arianna spit right into mom’s face, then rushed out the front door. I followed her as she raced to her beat-up car that was parked on the street.
“Arianna, please stop!”
But she just ran faster.
“Everything you saw in that house is a lie!” I shouted.
Arianna got to her car door and fiddled with her keys. I finally caught up to her.
“Arianna, it was never a happy life. It looks nice, but we were never happy. And it was because of the decision my mom made about you. She suffered, Arianna. We all suffered.”
“You don’t know what suffering is.”
She sat down, slammed the door, and started the engine. She flipped me off and drove away.
Holy fucking shit. This couldn’t be happening. There was no worse outcome than what just happened.
My mom is going to kill herself over this. I ran back into the house, expecting her to already have slit her throat, only to find her sitting down on the couch. Motionless. Still in a state of shock. But she wasn’t crying. Oddly, she hasn’t cried at all. She just looked out the windows, in no particular direction.
“Mom, I’m so sorry.”
“Carter, you fucked Arianna?”
“Mom, it’s not that simple. She wanted to do it. That’s how she got my license.”
“She was your sister, Carter. You knew that.”
“Mom, she just started kissing me. I didn’t start queenbet giriş it.”
“I want you out of this house, Carter. I want you out. Now.”
“You’re kicking me out?”
“That’s right. What you did to me is unforgivable. You cost me Arianna. You’ve ruined my life.”
“You really believe I cost you Arianna?”
“That’s right. And I want you out. Pack your stuff. You can have your car. I just want you out.”
I couldn’t believe the words I just heard. She’s the one who put Arianna up for adoption, and somehow, she just blamed me for losing her. She’s fucking insane.
And the look on her face. Cold. Distant. Even arrogant. She’s an ER doctor. This is her way of dealing with tragedy. This is the way she is after someone dies in her care. She’s trained to be indifferent to tragedy. To be indifferent to death. And now she is completely indifferent to her only remaining child.
She is getting rid of me, just like she was firing an employee at her job. This is so fucking cold. Just pack up your shit and leave, son. Just pack up your shit and leave.
But fuck this. She got rid of two children about as cleanly as you can do it. But she’s not getting off clean this time. Because I saw it all.
“I saw it mom. I was there. I saw the whole thing.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I watched you vent all your regret on Caitlyn. I watched you do that to her.”
“Caitlyn is a selfish child.”
“I was there, mother. I saw it all go down. Caitlyn was the way she was because all she had in this world was herself. She never had you. You never spent more than ten minutes with her before you started criticizing her. I saw it all.”
“Get out, Carter.”
“I see why you gave away Arianna, mom. And why you got rid of Caitlyn. It’s so fucking obvious, I don’t know how I missed it.”
“They were in your way, mother. They were in your way. In the way of the great Dr. Cathryn Talbot, chair of the department of emergency medicine at California’s fifth largest hospital. They were simply in your way. And you got them out of your way.”
“I’m not coming back, mother. I’m never coming back. And I’m not going to be a fucking doctor. I never wanted to be a doctor, that was just your fucking bullshit you forced into my head before I could even fucking talk. Along with all your other bullshit.”
“Do what you want to do. I’m not paying for your education.”
“I’m not asking you to. That would just be getting in your way. And no one gets in the way of the great Dr. Cathryn Talbot. Not even her children. That’s why you don’t have them anymore.”
* * *
If ever there was a Greek tragedy, this was it, and I was the lead character. I have thirty-seven thousand dollars I saved from my generous allowance which I managed to parlay in the stock market. So I wasn’t worried about where I’d sleep tonight. But thirty-seven thousand wouldn’t last a year where I lived.
I had been at Taco Bell for the last two hours, still licking my wounds, wondering about the meaning of life. Sometimes the meaning of life smashes into you harder than a bullet train. And sometimes it’s nowhere to be found. And right now, it was nowhere to be found.
On the good side, I had another study date with Kaho, the Asian pornstar. I don’t want to be alone right now, so this is good timing.
My parasite of a cock is probably looking for a new host. And after fucking Arianna, I also think it’s about time we part ways. That fucking thing has ruined my life. But that pretty much sums up the cock’s contribution to social harmony.
I was putting my laptop back into my backpack, getting ready to head over to Kaho’s, when my phone lit up.
“Hey Carter, it’s Kaho. Can you do me a favor?”
“Can you be our chaperone tonight?”
“Chaperone? For what?”
“Will you promise me you won’t tell anyone? Not even your sister?”
“My mom and I have clients tonight. I need someone there to make sure we’re safe.”
“Clients? What are you doing?”
“We’re doing a show.”
“Is this for one of Ashton Love’s contacts?”
“Are you sure you wanna do this?”
“The money is big, Carter. Sixty-five thou.”
“Wow, who are the clients?”
“Some old couple from Japan. You still in?”
“Thanks. I’ll text you the address. Be there at ten.”
* * *
What has this world come to? Kaho and her mother are doing a lesbian show for a rich Japanese couple so they can buy a house. Since this is California, it will take about a dozen mother-daughter lesbian shows to afford a small three-bedroom house.
Still very rattled from the cathartic encounter with my mom and Arianna, I needed something to distract me, and the anticipation of a live mother-daughter show is certainly distracting me.
Kaho booked a suite at an upscale business hotel in Walnut Creek. It was a little before ten when I nervously knocked on the door, which took a few more knocks before it opened.
“Hello, queenbet güvenilirmi I’m Di, Kaho’s mom.”
Di seems to be somewhere around her late forties and looks like an older and slightly heavier version of her daughter. She has long straight black hair, parted in the middle, brown eyes, thin eyebrows, a button nose, and very thick South Asian lips.
She is wearing a white feathery showgirl-like outfit, which is exposing her cleavage.
“Hi, I’m Carter.” I shook Di’s hand, which seemed very warm for someone that was about to do the unthinkable. “Nice to meet you.”
The living room had a couch and a big screen TV, along with a kitchenette. Kaho finally came out of the bedroom, wearing a frilly red bikini that was already exposing both her nipples.
“Mom,” said Kaho, “we’ve got to talk about what we’re going to do and not do.”
Wow. This is unbelievable. I was in the planning meeting for a mother-daughter sex show. And the day started out so badly.
“Carter,” said Kaho, “pay attention, you’ve got to enforce this.”
“Listen.” Kaho was quite edgy and spoke brusquely. “They can’t inflict pain, they can’t tie us up, they can’t piss or shit on us.”
“Wait, are they touching you?”
“Of course,” said Kaho, like it was a stupid question. “If they do any of those things, you’ve got to step in and ask them to stop.”
“You mean I’m watching you?”
I have one question. If they try to shit on them, how should I stop that?
* * *
Twenty minutes later, there was a knock on the door, and it was my job to answer it. So far, it was very bad luck to open a door today. And once again, I couldn’t believe my eyes.
The Japanese man was bald and wearing an expensive black suit and tie. I’m guessing seventy, but he could be older. While his wife obviously has had a lot of plastic surgery, sagging skin is still sagging skin, so I’m guessing she is pushing sixty. However, she was dressed like she was twenty, wearing a red skin-tight spaghetti-strap low-cut mini dress.
She was very pretty when she was young and might have been an actress or a model in her prime.
“Konbanwa,” I said. Since I’ve seen a ton of Japanese porn, I could understand some of the language.
“My name Yoko,” she said in struggling English. She did look a little like Yoko Ono, except that her head is not shaped like a cube.
“His name John.” John and Yoko. They were using fake names.
I did not shake hands but bowed just like they do in the porn movies.
“Let me get your hosts.” I went to the bedroom door and opened it. “They are here.”
Kaho came out first, carrying a book, and was followed by her mother.
“Hello, I’m Kaho. Please sit on the couch.”
The couple sat down in the middle, with Kaho sitting next to Yoko. She put her photo book on the coffee table.
“Here are some of our photos.”
Yoko leafed through the eight pages of photos, all taken with Kaho and her mother at various ages. She studied them carefully, all the while, looking at Kaho and her mom frequently.
Yoko was satisfied that they were mother and daughter, then nodded. “Okay.”
John placed a wooden cigar box on the coffee table and opened it.
Fuck. It was filled with brand new US fifty-dollar gold coins. Each worth about two thousand. They were in individual plastic casings, and John took them out and counted them, placing them in three stacks. There were thirty-four of them.
“Okay,” said Kaho. “Deal.”
“Kiss first please,” said Yoko.
Yoko wanted proof of what was about to happen, so Kaho stood, stepped over to her mother, and without the slightest hesitation, kissed her on the lips. Di opened her mouth and accepted the kiss willingly. It was a porn kiss, very demonstrative with lots of exposed tongue, and lasting just a few seconds. They’ve done this show before.
“Okay,” said Yoko, who has a very nasty sex face. Wicked. Hardened. Deviant.
“Shall we begin?” asked Kaho.
This is so wrong. My heart is thumping. This is real live mother-daughter sex. It is the dirtiest thing I’ve ever witnessed. A very wealthy Japanese couple that gets off on having a poor mother and daughter do lesbian sex acts for their pleasure.
It is disgusting. It’s depraved. It’s the end of civilization.
My goddamn fucking cock. It’s hard again. Apparently, it’s not as worried about civilization as I am.
Yoko helped her husband up from the couch, and Kaho led the way into the bedroom which had two small tub chairs next to the window, and two queen-sized beds. Kaho stepped to the bed furthest from the window, followed by her mom.
“Sir,” said Yoko, “please move chair.” She pointed to where she wanted me to put it.
I picked up the tub chair and put it down at the foot of the queen-sized bed. John sat in it, still in his suit. He didn’t even take off his jacket. Yoko handed him the cigar box filled with the gold coins. And I now see why Kaho asked me to be here, just in case they tried to leave still holding the gold coins.
I sat in the other tub chair by the window, and it was now obvious that Yoko was part of the show. And the center of attention was not the daughter, Kaho, but the mother. Yoko sat down on the edge of the bed, facing her husband, and pointed at mom.
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