Mommy’s Pride

The school bell rings, the empty halls echoing with footsteps. They were late. Though not from anything that wasn’t preventable...

Tiana had locked herself in her room for half an hour. She was normally so excited for PTA meetings, but she couldn’t bring herself to come this time. Not after that episode at the beach. She hadn’t left the house since. She felt so ashamed...

Sam had to drag her out of the house. She could understand how embarrassing it was... It wasn’t exactly dignified, picking up her half-naked, cum-soaked wife and son from the police department... But she was glad that her and her son were on good terms again.

“I can’t go in there... I can’t... Come on, you go on without me...” Tiana whimpers, attempting to pull away, Sam pulling her close. “Relax... People have gone through worse. Remember when Debra got arrested at the bake sale...? We all got to see her ass, too... And she doesn’t hide herself away in her house permanently... It’ll be okay, promise...” Sam pats her wife on the back, pulling her through the door and into the unknown fate that awaited her...

All eyes are on them as they walk in, all of the chatter going quiet. Tiana clutches her wife’s hand tightly, ready to pass out... “Well, well... We’ve been waiting for you. The guest of honor tonight. We were just talking about you...” One of the teachers speaks up, Tiana feeling her soul about to leave her body...

“We’ve all heard of your... adventure at the beach. And we just wanted to say... As a PTA Mom...” They continue ominously, Tiana’s eyes welling up with tears, feeling the shame crushing her...

“... We couldn’t be more proud of you. You’ve truly gone above and beyond, and set an example for us all. We could all benefit from being as progressive as you...” Tiana’s eyes widen, looking up incredulously at her peers. All of the usually judgemental eyes of the moms and teachers, looking to her in inspiration. She didn’t understand.

“As a proud, queer woman of color, you’ve set the bar higher than ever by generously helping your queer, adopted son discover his sexuality, and find where he belongs on the gender spectrum. I’m sure we all remember the confusion of growing up, not understanding where we belong... We all had to learn the hard way. But following your lead, I think we all should take a proactive role in helping our children discover their feelings on gender and sexuality. We, who are more experienced, should help them through this rough time, and show them the way they need to go. Thank you, Tiana, for being a model mother as always...” The praise drones on, leading into another speech, but Tiana had already trailed off...

The acceptance of her peers, even after what she’d done, after she felt like she’d turned her back on her identity... She didn’t understand it, but it felt good. It felt warm, and comforting, knowing that regardless she was accepted... But she still couldn’t understand...

She struggles for a few moments, wrapping her head around the finer points of fucking her son... If he was really a lesbian on the inside, but identified as male, but really was a girl, but had no interest in transitioning... And... if she was lesbian, but lusted over her female son who identified as male’s cock... It wasn’t really straight, was it...? No, she couldn’t be straight... And there was no way her son could be straight. Not her son.

Tiana’s concern melts into a soft smile, the equation working itself out in her head. Everything made sense to her again. She was doing the progressive thing. And the PTA board even recognized it. Fucking her son wasn’t just progressive, it was a new standard... All of them were going to start teaching their kids about sexuality and gender, the hands-on way.

The rest of the meeting drags on, Tiana impatiently fidgeting in her seat, holding her wife’s hand... Neither of them could wait to go home. They both wanted their son, though the reasoning was different in both of their heads...

Tiana was eager to do her motherly duty, and help show her son the joys of being queer... And Sam wanted to help reinforce how okay it was to be straight... Their views didn’t need to coincide. The internal nuances would not make a difference, whatever reasoning they used to justify it didn’t need to make total sense...

All that mattered to either of them was fucking their son, something he would always readily oblige.