Cathleen M. Miller Doesn’t Understand “Vicariously”
Chicago Heights, Illinois Let’s face it. Mom’s can be hot. A whole pornography sub-genre has blossomed based on the fantasies most boys had about our friends’ moms, or that magical fox that lived just down the street. I was lucky enough to have two such muses when I was growing up. One was a friend’s mother who the whole neighborhood lusted over, and the second was the lady who cut my hair. I remember that she used to press herself into me while trimming my bangs. I remember the heat of her thighs, the heaving of her…ahem. Sorry. The truth is, I was too shy and sheltered at that time to even imagine anything of a sexual nature occurring between myself and these icons of youth. It is only later in life, when I am alone and it’s quiet that…
Okay! I’m back. Just had to have some “me time” real quick. Back to the article. It seems that the scenes played out in the cheesy back-room “art-films” really do happen in real life. However, in the case of Cathleen Miller, all the actors were not over the age of 18, and there is a world of shit that comes down in real life if you cross over certain barriers.
Mrs. Miller seems to have been quite popular with her daughter’s friends. The official charges allege that she had sexual relations with four boys aged 14 and 15 years, and provided alcohol and marijuana at parties for the crowd.
According to the news report, Mrs. Miller had been estranged from her husband, and had been granted a restraining order against him after a June altercation. In a town of just 14,000 people, and with a position working for that town, I imagine it was difficult and unseemly for her to find male company to take care of any womanly needs she might have had. The predominantly white southwestern suburb of Chicago doesn’t seem like a place that 40-year-old moms are able to swing with anonymity. Lucky for her, there were young virile studs around just hankering for the chance to experience life.
I imagine it was all going swimmingly for our young lads, right up until Cathleen’s oldest daughter walked in on her boyfriend and her mom. Awkward! To the boy’s credit though, he felt bad about the whole thing, and tried to apologize to his girlfriend. On Facebook. Oh yeah.
Long time readers of this page (those who didn’t learn early just to skip over my periodic spewing) are aware of my warnings not to post anything on Facebook, Myspace, or any other social networking site that you wouldn’t want your mom or the cops to read. The cops are doing it as a matter of routine now, and mom’s – well they tend to go ballistic when the find out the girlfriend’s mother is boinking their son. That’s what happened in this case. The young man’s parents read his post, and had reservations about the tutorial service Mrs. Miller was providing. They informed the authorities, who opened an investigation into the matter.
Mrs. Miller handled the initial interviews in a way that screams innocence. She checked herself into a hospital with suicidal tendencies. Yep! She’s stable. Her lawyer is doing the talking now, and of course states that she denies any wrongdoing, and that the boys brought their own alcohol and drugs.
Now let’s just look at that for a moment. Even if we were to believe her, given the high credibility that Cathleen has established, what kind of mother lets a group of 14 and 15-year-old boys bring booze and weed into her house and party with her daughter? Isn’t that some kind of contributing charge right there? But, of course, I don’t believe her for a second. This is a fucked up bimbo wannabe that has thrown the whole “living vicariously through her daughter” thing out and decided to get right in there amongst ‘em.
As of Tuesday night, she was being held in lieu of a $900,000 bond. A relative has custody of her children, and a spokesman for the Illinois Department of Children and Family Services said his office was investigating the family.
It’s always sad when the party has to come to an end, and I am sure that no one is more cut-up than the four boys who, for a while, were living an adolescent dream. Given time, I am sure their scars will heal, and they will be able to have a meaningful relationship. Of course, that’s after years of grueling counselling sessions with that hot Psychologist with the glasses, and the hair up in the bun. The sensual Doctor that removes the glasses as her eyes burn into yours, that reaches up and undoes her hair, letting it spill across her shoulders, as she gets up and locks the door and moves closer…