by Tiya Rayne
“You are so beautiful. Jessica told me you were, that girl talks about you non-stop. Oh, and you can call me Sally, or mama if you want to practice.” She gave me a conspiratorial wink then laughed.
“Mama.” Jackson warned.
She waved him off and took my arm. “Come on in Charli. Can I call you Charli?” She asked as she led me away from Jackson.
“Yes, that’s fine.”
“Oh good. I’ve made some of Bubba’s favorites for dinner. I can show you how to make them if you like. You know the fastest way to get to a man’s heart is through his stomach, and if you can’t tell, My Bubba is a big man.” Sally was on a roll and I immediately liked her.
I could hear Jackson behind us grumbling, I gave him a smile over my shoulder right before his mother escorted me into the house.
Their home was quaint and clean. Immediately when you walked in the front door there were a set of stairs, one set going up and the other going down. Upstairs, there was a large open kitchen that reminded me of my Gram’s kitchen. You could tell this kitchen was well used. It had that look to it. Before you reached the kitchen, was a small television area. A wall to wall television stand outlined a large flat screen TV. A floral printed couch and love seat sat in the middle of the floor in an L shape. A burgundy recliner that looked to have had many years of use was being occupied by a burly man that looked so much like Jackson it was scary.
“Look, Hank, they’re here.” Sally said, introducing us as if the man couldn’t see us coming up the stairs.
Hank looked away from the television where he was watching a baseball game. Even the smile that broke across his face was like Jackson. Hank reminded me of the men you saw on those wilderness shows. He looked like a lumberjack all the way down to the flannel shirt.
“BUBBA!” Hank greeted Jackson joyfully, he was so happy to see him that even I smiled.
“Hey, Pop!”
Hank climbed out of the old recliner and it creaked as he got to his feet. He was just as tall as Jackson and just as wide. He and Jackson gave each other a one armed hard back pat hug.
“Hank, this is Charli. Isn’t she pretty? Just look how pretty she is.”
“Sally, she’s not a damn sweater. You don’t have to keep telling her she’s pretty. She knows she’s gorgeous. Our Bubba has great taste in women, just like his old man.” Hank gave me a devilish wink that had me blushing.
I couldn’t help it, I liked sexy men, and Jackson’s dad was rocking that silver fox thing.
Jackson cut his eyes to me, he knew I was a flirt. I shrugged at him and he shook his head at me.
“Is that Jackson or Jefferson?” Another voice called out.
An elderly women came into view. She looked to be in her 80’s maybe even closer to 90’s. Her skin was paper thin, wrinkled and pale. She was slowly moving about on a walker, her back hunched over.
“No, mama, this is Jackson and his girlfriend.” Sally said so loud my ears started to ring.
The older woman slowly walked over to us.
“Who is it?”
“IT’S JACKSON, MAMA!” This time I thought my ears actually bled.
“Damn it, Sally! You’re going to have all of us deaf.” Hank joked.
“Oh look, Sally! Jackson is here.” The older woman said. “And he has a colored girl with him.”
I felt Jackson tense beside me, he was as tight as a damn board. Sally mouth flew open and her eyes stared at me in complete horror. I could already see how many ways she was going to apologize for this. Hank frowned so deep he looked like he was ready to pop his mother in law.
“Hello, I’m Charlice, Jackson’s girlfriend.” I stated calmly to the old woman.
“Well aren’t you pretty. And so well spoken.” The older woman commented with a smile.
I cut my eyes to Jackson and he was the same color as the bottom of my shoes.
“Mama, how about you have a seat in the kitchen and I’ll get your pills ready.” Sally said steering the older woman away from me.
“Sally, I want to stay and talk to the colored girl. She’s much prettier than that blonde haired witch he was married to.”
What the hell? I turned to a wide eyed Jackson. He immediately started shaking his head trying to explain.
“Gladys, that’s Jefferson.” Hank explained. “Jackson’s never been married.”
I could feel Jackson’s relief at his father’s words.
“Well why not?” Gladys questioned turning back to us. “Jackson’s a good boy. He’s my favorite. You know they allow coloreds to marry whites now.” She nodded towards me with an encouraging wink.
“Good to know.” I replied with a smile.
At this point I didn’t even think Jackson was breathing anymore. He was standing completely still and wide eyed.
“Mama, please stop saying that word. That’s not what they want to be called.”
“Really?” The woman looked genuinely surprised by this news. “Well, what should I call her?”
“Well Charli is just fine.” Sally continued to explain as she escorted her mother in law out of the room.
“Sorry about that.” Hank’s deep voice drew my attention.
“It’s ok. She’s from a different era.”
“Still doesn’t make it ok.” Hank says before following his wife and mother into the kitchen.
Jackson waited until they’d all left to turn to me.
“Baby, I’m so sorry. We can leave if you want.”
I waved him off. “I’m ok. I’m not offended that your grandma called me colored. She’s old, she gets a pass. But just so you know, if there are any other hidden racist in this house you need to give me a heads up.”
Jackson smiled before wrapping his arms around me pulling me into a hug. I wrapped my arms around him burying my face into his chest. I couldn’t get enough of his smell.
“Don’t think I missed you calling my Memaw a racist.”
I laughed so hard my body shook.
“Well if the racist shoe fits…”
This time Jackson laughed before giving me a kiss that had me forgetting we were in his parents’ house while they were right in the other room with a clear view of us. It had been a long time since I fucked in someone’s parents’ house.
“Knock knock!”
A voice called out from the front door. Jackson cursed as he pulled away from me. We both turned to the front door to find, Jackson’s brother, the blonde from the café and none other than mouse.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Jackson growled out.
Oh yeah, dinner was about to get really interesting.
Jackson took a step towards his brother, but I grabbed his arm. He turned to me and I could read the rage on his face. If I didn’t step in, dinner was definitely going to be ruined.
“Let it go.”
Jackson shook his head. “He knew you were coming, and did this shit on purpose. He’s disrespecting you.”
“Sweetie, I’m a big girl. I’m not intimidated by your brother or your little Ex.”
He bit his bottom lip the way that I liked, before pulling me in for another kiss on the lips.
“Say it again?” He whispered.
“Say what?”
“That was your first time calling me a pet name. I like it. Now you got my dick hard.”
I smiled so hard my cheeks hurt. “Well, sweetie, lead me to the nearest bathroom and I’ll help you with that problem.”
“Excuse us.”
We were interrupted by the sound of his sister in law’s voice.
I turned to her, ready to tell her to walk her ass around, when Jackson’s parents came out of the kitchen.
“Jefferson! What are you doing here?” Sally asked.
Obviously, from the shocked sound of her voice, she was not happy about Jefferson’s appearance.
Jefferson walked between Jackson and I forcing us to take a step back or get trampled.
“Hey mama! I thought I’d come by and have some of your good
home cooked food today. That’s alright isn’t it?”
A forced smile came to Sally’s face. I’d known her for a full ten minutes and not once had her smile looked like this.
“Sure, Jeff! You’re always welcomed.”
Hank grunted beside his wife and I took it that he wasn’t so happy to see his son either.
“Is that Jefferson?” Memaw called from the kitchen.
“Yes Mama.” Sally shouted over her shoulder.
“He didn’t bring that wife of his did he? You know i…..”
“Mama take your medicine.” Sally shouted cutting off Memaw.
She turned back to us. “Hey, Jackson! Why don’t you show Charli around, dinner isn’t quite ready yet.”
“Good idea, Mama. I know she mentioned something about a bathroom earlier.” Jackson gave me a devilish smile while placing a hand at my back.
He escorted me away, but before we were out of hearing range we could already hear the whispered argument of the others.
Jackson lead me down stairs where there was a laundry room, an extra bathroom, another large family room and open room used for arts and crafts. The moment we made it down the stairs, he pushed me up against the wall and started kissing me. His hands were all over me, grasping my aching breasts, wrapped around my neck, and squeezing my ass. If I knew this would happen, I would have worn a dress instead of these skinny jeans.
“Fuck, I want you so bad.” Jackson gasped against my kiss wet lips.
He wasn’t the only one turned on.
“Bathroom, Jackson.” I demanded, slipping my hand between the waistbands of his jeans.
The head of his dick brushed against my fingers.
With a smile, he picked me up off my feet and carried me into the half bath. He shut the door with the back of his shoe, placing me down onto the sink. My legs opened and he placed his wide body in between them. Jackson ran his hand over my shoulder blade to the back of my neck giving it a massage before running his fingers in my hair to tug my head back. His lips covered mine and his tongue slipped into my mouth. He squeezed my breast on his journey down between my legs, then cupped my center and rubbed his palm in circles, giving my awakening nub a little attention.
I pushed at Jackson’s chest and he released me, stepping back. The confused look on his face disappeared the moment I dropped down to my knees in front of him. It was time I showed Jackson another one of my special talents. I slowly unbuckled his belt and popped the button of his jeans, the entire time I kept my eyes on Jackson. When I slid his pants and boxers down, his heavy erection sprung out popping me on the nose. Jackson chuckled.
“He’s anxious,” I teased.
I wrapped my hand around him the best I could and licked the tip of him, taking away the drop of precum. Jackson hissed, and I wanted to laugh. He had no idea what I had instore for him. Without further ado, I opened my mouth, as wide as I could get it, and wrapped my lips around Jackson’s member. I pushed all the way down, letting him hit the back of my throat. I tilted my head back and he went down further.
“Shiiiiiiitttttt!” Jackson exhaled.
I slipped him out with a smile, my eyes watery from deep throating his shaft. I pumped my hand around him a few times distributing the saliva I left behind, then I placed him in my mouth again and bobbed my head up and down at a fast pace.
Jackson was cursing and breathing heavily over my head as I worked him. I swirled my tongue around the tip as I continued to bob up and down, moving my hand in the opposite direction. With my other hand, I grabbed his heavy balls and massaged them, giving him gentle squeezes.
“Gotdamn, Char.” Jackson moaned, he moved his hips, pushing them forward.
I placed both my hands on his hips and allowed him to fuck my mouth. Jackson slid his hands in my hair and held me still as he guided himself in and out of my mouth at a fast pace. I relaxed my throat and tilted my head back so he could easily slide down my throat. When he picked up his pace and bit into his bottom lip, I knew he was close to his orgasm. I hollowed out my cheeks and sucked on his down stroke. Jackson growled like a grizzly bear as he filled my throat with his salty cum.
I swallowed it all down, not allowing any to slip out. When he finally pulled out of my mouth, he stumbled back like he was drunk, falling into the bathroom door. He was breathing heavy looking down at me with wide surprised eyes.
I smiled up at him and pushed up from the floor. Jackson immediately came over and offered his hand to help me up. Once I was back on my feet he slipped his dick back in his pants.
“Jesus! I feel like I need to buy you something after that.”
I clutched my chest as I laughed. That was why I didn’t show my head game to just any dude. Men get too attached when you can suck a dick well. Not having a gag reflex used to drive my Grams crazy when I was a baby, but I’d learned the benefits of it.
“You will pay me back when we get back to your place tonight.”
He smiled. “Yes, ma’am.”
After reapplying the lipstick that was now circling Jackson’s dick, Jackson escorted me out of the bathroom. Giving me the tour his mother suggested.
I stared at a picture of Jackson on the mantle in the family room. He was wearing a Chicago Bulls jersey, his dark blonde hair in a bowl cut, those hazel eyes still just as stunning, and those dimples more pronounced without the facial hair. From the pictures I’d seen of him, he was always a chubby kid, and still just as handsome.
“I was fat.” I heard his voice from behind me.
I looked over my shoulder to find his eyes glued to the picture I was just staring at. His words were light and joking, but I could tell his weight was a touchy subject for him.
“That kid would have never got your attention.” He stated, wrapping his arms around me from behind.
I picked up the picture off the mantle and stared down at the little boy with the beautiful eyes and dimples.
“Are you kidding? With those dimples, I would have been riding his dick in the girl’s bathroom during gym.”
Jackson laughed out loud. I placed the picture back down on the mantle and turned in his arms.
“If I’d have known you back in middle school, it would have saved my parents a lot of sleepless nights when I was in high school.”
I rubbed my hands up and down his back as I lifted on my tip toes and placed a kiss on his lips. “If you thought knowing me would have kept you out of trouble, you clearly don’t know me.”
Our laughter was interrupted by Hank’s voice. “You two ready to eat?”
I tried to step away from Jackson, but he held on tighter.
“Yeah, Pop, we’re on our way up.”
Hank smiled and nodded before turning away from us and heading back out the room.
Jackson gave me another quick kiss. “Let’s get this shit show over with.” He joked before grabbing my hand and heading to the stairs.
TWENY-ONE
Apparently while we were downstairs, something heavy happened upstairs. The mood at the dinner table was a lot different from earlier. I felt it the moment I walked upstairs. I still didn’t let it ruin my time.
The only person that didn’t get the notice of the mood change, was Gladys. She took up the majority of the conversation, and it was obvious that no one was paying attention to her. I was doing my best, but it was hard to concentrate when I had mouse sitting across from me looking like someone kicked her damn dog. Every now and again she would sniffle and Chelsea would rub her back affectionately while giving me the evil eye. And if that bitch touched her stomach one more time I was going to throw this meatloaf at her. When Sally offered beer and wine, Mouse declined with a bashful smile towards Jackson. I rolled my eyes and accepted my wine glass.
Jefferson wasn’t making the situation any better. He was shooting daggers across the table at Jackson, who was glaring at him in return. Hank and Sally seemed to be barely keeping the room together.
“Hannibal Sampson.” Gladys’ dreamy voice brought my attention back
to her. “He use to work the fields at my Daddy’s farm.”
She was telling yet another story of her involvement with colored people. This seemed to be where most of her stories were stemming from.
“I’ll never forget him. Oh, he was amazing.” Her voice took on a dreamy note. “He was a big strong colored man with large feet and big soft gentle hands that made a young inexperienced girl blush.”
Sally choked on her wine and I froze with my fork midway to my mouth. It seemed Gladys’ might have had her a taste of black dick in her past.
I ain’t mad.
“Charli,” Sally said clearing her throat. Her face was bright red. “How are you enjoying the meatloaf?”
“It’s delicious, Sally.”
Sally beamed proudly, that genuine smile coming back for the first time.
“Thank you, Charli. It’s my grandmother’s recipe, and one of Jackson’s favorite foods when he was a kid.”
“Everything was Jackson’s favorite food as a kid.” Jefferson mumbled loud enough for everyone to hear.
I had to bite my tongue. Even though I wasn’t worried about impressing Jackson’s parents, I also didn’t want to tear up their house. And that was exactly what I was going to do if I got into it with his brother.
“Jefferson.” Hank warned.
“So, Charli! How did you and Bubba meet?” Sally asked.
Jackson chuckled beside me. “She ran her car into the back of my truck.”
Sally gasped and I hit Jackson on the shoulder.
“I did not.” I corrected him. “I barely tapped the back of his bumper. He’s being overdramatic.”
Sally chuckled.
“Speaking of your truck.” Hank started. “Have you had any more issues?”
Jackson swallowed the food he had just placed in his mouth. “Not since the brake thing.”
“What brake thing?” I asked, taking a sip of my wine.
“It’s nothing.” Jackson replied.
“I wouldn’t call having your brakes cut nothing.” Hank explained.
I turned to Jackson. How was this the first time I’d heard anything about this? I hadn’t had any more incidents with Cliff since Sean notified me that he left town, but what if Cliff was back and now fucking with Jackson.