The Family BBC - Chapter 7 - Sex Stories

The Family BBC - Chapter 7

... surfaced, and I knew I was doomed. "Go commando today. That'll put hot sauce in your spirit."

The front door shut loudly. "HEY! I'm home!" Ridley wanted everyone to know. What surprised me more was George answering him. "Happy Birthday, Son." How long had my husband been in the house while I was locked in our bedroom with the old, black man who abused me for his pleasure.

Leland stared full of amusement at my expense.

I found my self stepping out of panties before I could muster resistance. He waggled his eyebrows at my groomed pudemdum. I quickly pulled on the skirt and cinched it tight around my waist. Then I re-tucked the back of my blouse.

"Where's Mom?"

"She in our room, changing." George must have realized that I would crack under Leland's comment about my domestic garb. My husband tried not to sound too bitter to his son.

"I'll be out in a minute!" I shouted at the locked door.

"Do you have a ribbon for your hair, or a flower?" The old black ginned.

I found Ridley and George in the kitchen, staring into the refrigerator. My husband allowed my son. "Go ahead and have a snack, but your mother will be disappointed if you don't eat enough of the food she worked hours on, for you today."

"Happy Birthday, Ridley." I mustered a mostly sincere smile. Part of my happiness stemmed from Leland saying he'd pop out in a bit. I wasn't sure of his motive, but I took it as a good thing.

"Moom!" He drew out the word, and his eyes bulged. "You look, ...

... uh, rad!" I didn't know kids still used that word. It was already out of fashion when I said it during high school. My surprised son ran over for a hug.

George stared at the fake, red rose in my hair. To him it must have looked like a damsel's favor ribbon for her chosen knight. Guilt gripped me while I hugged my son. When he pulled out of my embrace, I could tell that he was avoiding looking at my chest. I didn't dare look down. I could only go forward. "I know it's your birthday, but if you start eating junk food now, you'll get sick before the party is over." I went to the fridge. George was still holding it open.

"Let's see." I bent over slightly, worried about my skirt pulling up, but knee length was plenty long to prevent embarrassing mishaps. I found a bag of mochi treats with sweet red bean paste. I took two out and closed the door. "Here." I handed them to Ridley. "Eat these for now, and in an hour you can have a chocolate brownie. After supper, you can eat whatever you like."

He looked at the unfamiliar, sweet, rice dumplings like they might be white balls of kale. He bit into one, chewed. Pursed his lips and told me. "They're okay." But he downed the rest of the first one like it was angel food cake.

"Hello, young man!" Leland entered from the hallway but stopped between the living room and kitchen. His deep pitched voice reverberated around the kitchen. "I hear it's your birthday."

Ridley gulped down what was left of his first mochi ball. "Who are ...