The Family BBC - Chapter 4 - Sex Stories

The Family BBC - Chapter 4

... chores. Now I'll wear this face all night just to annoy you."

"Slip on some sexy clothes, and maybe Dad will treat you special tonight." Peg winked. She didn't mean any harm, but I started shouting. "Your father is a wonderful man, and you should respect him more!"

Son and daughter dashed away to get buckets and soap and scrubbers from the utility closet. I shrank back into my room. What should have sparked a mood breaking laugh had put a lump in my throat. Poor George.

Freshly miserable, I picked out a short, fairly tight skirt and some bikini panties. I wore an under-bra beneath a silky green top. The skirt was dark brown wool. I looked like a whore for Smokey the Bear. I didn't own any high heels, but I put on my tallest, block heels that were black.

Checking on the kids' efforts had been another lie and a means to motivate them. Before either of them finished, I sneaked out of the house and drove to downtown.

It was only 5pm. Half an hour later, I arrived near the intersection and waited in the car. A lot of people were leaving for home, and I had plenty of choices for a parking spot. I found one on Seth St., half a block down from the intersection.

The area was sketchy. There weren't many derelicts, but I saw more than one prostitute cross the street and ply the sidewalk. My clothes were Amish by comparison. I texted the family info-board, which was a computer tablet set up in the kitchen. It could play music while displaying various scenery: plants, ...

... landscapes, cities... But it was internet capable and would display an email directed to it.

"I had to drive downtown to return the cosmetics. I may do some shopping while I'm here." I had to get a dig in. "The more you two fight, the more I don't want to be home." That partial lie also explained my recent, abnormal absences.

To distract myself from the sadness around me, I played a silly game on my phone, wasting time.

Tap-tap-tap.

I lurched in my seat so hard, I dropped the phone. Looking in the driver's window, a dark face put breath steam on the glass. "Hey, Sexy, you working tonight?" The middle-age, hispanic man had a light accent.

"NO!" I tried not to shout, but I was emphatic. Of course, the car was fully locked with the windows all the way up.

"I got twenty bucks for a blowjob. It'll be quick in your car."

"I-I'm waiting for my man." I hoped to intimidate the insistent but probably harmless John. "He should be here any minute."

"So you got a pimp? I talk to him."

"That bitch nothing but trouble, Mister." A new man appeared, a 20s white dude dressed to look as hood-dude as possible. "I got better ho's. Let me introduce you." The white pimp tugged on the man's shirt sleeve. The John gave me a look that asked, "Trouble, huh?" He followed the white dude away.

I picked up my phone. It was 6:41.

BAM! Five minutes later a fist struck my window. "Get out of here, Bitch! This is my street!"

The white dude had returned and was livid at my ...