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The Family BBC - Chapter 7
Date: 3/26/2024, Categories: Fiction BDSM Black, Cheating Cuckold, Interracial, Male Domination, Non-consensual sex Reluctance Written by women Author: DiscipleN, Source: sexstories.com
... smoke. "I do too!" Ridley almost shouted. "I'll take them." Trent would forever be unable to read a room. "Dude, they're kind of weird - don't you think?" Aaron looked more confused than freaked out. "Ridley," Ida spoke softly. "I don't think they're weird." "Damn straight, little lady!" Leland slapped his knee. "It's just a part of life. Those just suppose to remind you to be responsible, Rider. They don't mean nothing more." "Hnnn." Aaron considered the idea. "I think I get it now, Big Brother." "Fine!" I hissed. "Keep them. Just don't think, when you get your first chance to use them, that you can use those! They'll be long out of date by then, and uselessly fragile." I lectured, my heart sinking. Leland had ripped away my little boy's innocence in addition to his attempt to change my dear son's name. "Yay!" Trent threw up his hands. Others joined in his shout. It was the worst birthday party ever for a mom with fierce need for normal. After singing Happy Birthday and eating cake, it was ...
... nearly 7pm. I offered to drive the boys and girl home, but they said it wasn't too late for them to walk. Peg would accompany Ida. She asked if she could spend the night with her. She made it clear, that she'd had enough of her brother's insufferable, if temporary, high status. The boys left together. Ida told my son. "I had a great time, Rider. Good night." Peg dragged her friend outside. "You actually called him that?" "I was just-" "Whatever." My daughter shut the door. I started weeping. "Mr. Jones, I think you made your point today." George had summoned his courage again. "Good!" Leland stepped right up to my husband and stabbed a fat finger into his breast bone. "Then we are in agreement about your place here." "Mr. Jones?" Ridley looked disappointed. "Why are you being mean to my Daddy?" "He's your Dad, Boy. Don't be a pussy." Leland's last measure of restraint kept him from adding, "...like your father." Instead, he told me, "Get your purse, Colleen. I need you to drive me home."