1. Chula Vista Dreaming (part one)


    Date: 11/9/2014, Categories: Taboo, Author: Green_Man, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    It was a time when people were looking to the future. The war was over and now peace would reign forever. Progress and prosperity for all. Or so we imagined. California was The Golden State. San Diego was the birthplace of California. It was 1953, and the world was opening up in wonderful ways. It was for me as well. My father was an engineer at a company called Convair. It built aircraft. We lived in the San Diego area. Chula Vista, to be exact. I had turned eighteen years old in January. My senior year was over in a month. I was ready to meet the challenges. I would be going to college at San Diego State College. I could live at home. The weather was grand, and the city was lovely. My stepmother was a housewife. Even though she had been a great mother to me, I still called her Cindy. She never minded, I don't think. Not a lot of women worked then. Salaries seemed adequate to support a family with a stay-at-home mother. I had two stepsisters, as well. Both girls had left home already. Sheila was married to her high school sweetheart. She was twenty-two years old now. Maggie was away at college. She was at SDSC too, but she had moved into her own apartment, near the campus. She was a year older than me. I missed them. Both of them were brunettes, and had long, wavy hair. They were beautiful. I thought so anyway. We had become one family about ten years ago. My birth mother died from cancer. My father married a woman who had lost her husband to the same disease. They met at ...
    the hospital during visits there. I remembered my mother, and I still missed her once in awhile. But Cindy, my stepmother, had been good to me. She was a lovely woman, too. I loved this family, and I loved the way our relationships were changing, now that I was an adult. I didn't know it at the time, but my father married Cindy to help her more than anything. He felt sorry for her, because she was a widow with two young daughters. Anyway, that's what he told me the night I turned eighteen. He'd had a little too much to drink celebrating my birthday. We were sitting in the back yard sipping beer, and he had opened up. Actually, that was when he let me know that I was an accident. I think he was implying that he would have never married my mother if she hadn't become pregnant. Then she worked to get him through college. They had been a good team, but I felt that they had not really loved each other. Not in a physical way, anyway. That was just my impression. But it made me think. It seemed to me that his marriage to Cindy was similar. They worked well together but there never seemed to be any passion. I don't remember them ever kissing in front of the girls and me. I couldn't help thinking that Cindy might have been happier with another man. This was before women's lib, and women didn't seem to really search for physical happiness. At least, looking back, that seems true. But this all had opened my eyes to something. You understand, I loved my stepmother. But I also had some ...
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