The Family BBC - Chapter 7 - Sex Stories

The Family BBC - Chapter 7

... turning the portable console's carton over and over."

"Aaron, that's far too expensive!" I blurted before thinking.

"It's the cheapest one, Ms. Fairchild. Ridley is my best friend."

My son got up and hugged his friend. "Wow. Just wow. Thank you!"

"Don't be getting all mushy on me, baka. I got you one so we can go PVP on each other."

"Now that sounds dirty." Leland chuckled. He sat just far enough away to not be automatically included in the present opening circle.

"Player vs. Player, Mr. Jones." Ida wanted to be helpful.

"Basketball?" He knitted his eyebrows.

"Just computer games. Lots of them, Leland." I settled the matter.

The last present opened was one I had given to Trent, because he'd brought a second hand toy in a paper bag. Ridley asked him. "How did you know I needed a new backup battery for my game machines?"

"Perhaps now, you won't scoff at my mind powers." Trent puffed up his chest.

I wanted to vomit a little.

"There's one present left." Leland spoke plainly.

"It's getting late, Leland, Ridley can open it in the morning. We should light the candles on his cake."

"Colleen, I've been a reasonable guest all this time. Do me the favor of letting me see him open it, or I'll have to come back in the morning. You know how I get cold." He shot with both barrels.

I gulped.

Peg's senses switched to CIA mode. There was something important in the subtext of the stranger's lecture.

My hand trembled when I pulled the last ...

... gift from under a discarded wrapper. I had been hoping to hide it. "Here, Ridley." I handed it to my son. "Don't expect much. Mr. Jones is living on Social Security."

When the present's wrapping fell away, all jaws in the room dropped.

"You know what those are, Rider, right? They teach about them in school these days, I thought." Leland had given my son a dozen, S sized, latex condoms.

"WHOA!" Trent broke our stunned silence.

"Gods." Peg whispered.

"Leland, this is highly inappropriate. Ridley, thank Mr. Jones, but give them back to him."

"Nah, they're just a bit of fun. I use to blow them up like balloons!" He tried to joke, but I knew he put another black mark next to my name.

"We have plenty of actual balloons." George hadn't called him Leland after the first time today, but he had avoided calling the black man, "Mr. Jones." It was one way that he could maintain a measure of dignity. My husband stood up. "I need some air." He managed to conceal his fuming on the way outside.

"Thank you, Mr. Jones." My son stood up to walk the present back to him.

"You keep them, Rider. Your mother's just feeling a little stressed. She wanted you have a wonderful party, but that takes a lot out of a person. Please forgive her for speaking out of line." Leland said that but he wouldn't be forgiving me anytime soon.

"Oh, let him have them, Mom. He doesn't know what to do with them anyhow." Peg's mind was blown however. All of her detective work had gone up in ...