The Family BBC - Chapter 7 - Sex Stories

The Family BBC - Chapter 7

... was a sissy. Even gay boys thought a sissy was too silly to befriend.

"You can get the door." I suggested.

Trent didn't move. I caught him staring at my chest. I blushed and lifted the platters to block his view.

"You asked for it, Mom." Peg accused. "What were you thinking?" She didn't mention my lack of a brassiere, but that's what she was talking about.

"Sorry, Ma-am." Trent always called me that. "I had a mind-to-mind call, but I sent it to neuron mail." He crabbed to the back door and opened it. Again his eyes sought out my chest, but he was less obvious about it. I shuffled past him.

"Here's the meat, Honey." I set the platters on the folding table George had set up next to the grill.

I stood by my man, keeping one eye on Leland and one on the boys kicking the ball. Leland remained in chill mode.

Ida stepped outside. "Can I help?"

"Thanks, Ida, but Colleen and I've got this."

George usually called me Leen in casual circumstances, but there was nothing casual for him about Leland's amused presence. The guilt in my stomach churned, but I was helpless. He knew that, and he forgave me, but that didn't mean he could feel better for himself.

"Hey, Ida, you want to explore their shed?" Trent grinned.

"Eew!" She scurried into the yard and shouted at Aaron and Ridley. "Can I kick it?"

"Sure!" Aaron was happy to share the load of playing the game that my son had chosen. He kicked to her, and she caught it like a practiced footballer. She ...

... kicked it straight to Ridley. "Pretty good, huh?"

"Yeah." My boy feigned respect. He kicked with all his strength, back at her, the ball hurling like a missile! But Ida wasn't intimidated. She jumped and let it bounce of of her chest, smartly redirecting it to Aaron. "Ouch!" Her hands flew to her chest. Aaron let the ball roll past him. He looked uncertain at Ridley.

"You okay, Hon?" I went to her.

"Yes, Ms. Fairchild. Sometimes," She dropped her voice dramatically. "They." She returned to regular volume. "Get sensitive."

"That's perfectly normal. Will you need a pad?"

"I don't think so."

"Use my bathroom if you need to. There are plenty in there."

"Okay." She turned back to the boys. "I can kick it harder than you two!"

"Trent!" Peg shouted. "Don't be following my mom!" She had emerged when it was obvious that the older boy was stalking me.

I looked back in time to see Trent step aside. "I just wanted to watch them -- kick the ball!" He elaborated.

"Sure you did!" Peg turned to watch her father grill our supper.

"HAH!" Leland erupted but immediately calmed afterward.

"Daddy? Who's that?"

George clenched his teeth for a moment. "He is Mr. Jones. He lives alone, and your mother thought he might like company without expectations placed on him.

Peg whispered. "Sounds like justification for being lazy."

"Don't you talk to him, Peg." Dad said out of the side of his mouth. "Your mother said the loss of his wife affected him in a bad way for ...