Liv's Texan Experience - Sex Stories

Liv's Texan Experience

... super chill about it. Honestly, I couldn't care less for her reasons, as there's nothing in the world that justifies how she treats me.

I went to take a shower to compose myself before I could call Mom. Once I got in the bathroom, I couldn't help looking in the mirror and thinking about how different I look from the other members of my family. While Rose and Mom have blonde hair and blue eyes, I, on the other hand, am a Latina, brunette with dark eyes and caramel-colored skin. When I was in front of Rose, I always pretended what she said didn't affect me, but it sure as hell did.

My shower was quick since I wanted to call Mom before starting to work. When I finished getting ready for the day, I sat on the couch and took a deep breath before dialing her number. After a short wait, I heard my mom's melodic voice.

"Hi, honey! How's my baby doing?" she chirped happily.

"Hey Mom! I'm doing okay. But what about you? I heard you broke your leg," I answered. Just hearing her voice helped make this awfully started day better.

"Ugh, Rose already went to pester you, didn't she? I told her to keep a secret! There's no need for you girls to be worrying about me. I'm fine!"

"How did it happen?" I asked.

"Just, you know, my labyrinthitis. I was having a crisis and tripped down the stairs."

"Oh god, and the doctor put a cast on you, right?" I raised one hand and pinched the bridge of my nose as worry took over me.

"He did, but I told him he was exaggerating! ...

... It's no big deal, Olivia. Stop worrying so much; I can handle myself."

"Mom, I can't leave you alone with a broken leg! How are you going to take a shower or go up the stairs to your room? And to make matters worse, your labyrinthitis is back. What if you trip and fall again?"

"I just have to be careful!" she said, exasperated. Mom was the type who loved taking care of others but hated being taken care of.

"Mom, please be reasonable. I just want what's best for you. I can talk to my boss, ask if I can have my vacation early this year or something else. I don't know, but I'll figure it out." As I said that, I heard my mom sigh from the other end of the line.

"Okay, do whatever you want, but remember, you don't have to come," she said stubbornly.

"Sure. I'll call you later, okay?"

"Okay, love you."

"Me too, bye."

After we ended the call, I sent my boss a text asking if we could talk and opened my laptop, diving straight into work. I'm a graphic designer, and the company I work for is quite big. They pay well, and I only have to go into the office at least 2 times per month. It's not the best job in the world, but I've seen worse. Plus, my current boss, a woman named Sharon, is a very good person and a competent worker.

I worked on my projects all day, and at night, I was able to talk with Sharon about my mom's situation. After a long discussion about logistics and conditions, Sharon and I agreed on me being free from work to go stay with my mom for one ...