Thank you all so much for the voting and comments about my stories. I do enjoying writing things that give people pleasure in some form or other, I just wish I had more time to put into it. I am thankful I have those other things in my life that do get in the way from my doing this. You can never be too humble or thankful for your blessings.
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December 27 TH.
We are driving up to stay with Donald and Latonya for five days. Our Tahoe is full to the brim with our things. Even mom and me brought along our fishing gear. Dad will get to use his new reel and rod I gave him for Christmas. He seemed to really like it a lot and was quite shocked and thankful I hadn't damaged it by bending it back into itself in order to wrap it, disguising it from it's true six foot tall skinny present under the tree.
He tells me often that my sneakiness will be my downfall one day but what can I say.. Its just too much fun.
As I watch mom sitting up front of me I think I see a look of eagerness in her face, like she is looking forward to something. I drift back in my seat and think back to 5 days ago...
I had fully planned on waking up and listening or maybe even peeking in on mom with him. I set my phone alarm and all but it wasn't meant to be I guess. Being young and carefree, my body had other ideas of what was important at 3:30 in the morning. (Watching vids of sexy black people having sex from eleven to twelve twenty am may not have helped either.)
Donald was long gone when I wobbled into our kitchen at nine thirty. I asked mom if she got Donald off on time and all she would say is yes. It was a beautiful, smiling yes and she had a surreal glow about her but a yes was all I got from her.
Later in the day when dad was staying occupied out in the garage I asked mom again. "Did you get Donald up at three thirty?" "He's a real big man Punkin, and it took all I had in me to get him out of that bed." That glow she was wearing stayed around thru Christmas day.
I remember how the guest room smelled when I popped my head in to look around that morning, feeling pretty sure it smelled of sex... Oh, and mom stashing her dirty thong in my bathroom hamper was real good thinking on her part, keeping daddy from having any ideas.. But didn't she realize I would find it in there soon that same day. Did she want me to find it? It was very obvious looking at it and sniffing it a few times, that Donald had indeed given mom a gooey, warm present to remember him by. Was she needing me to know that she got him first?
Did he tell her about me sucking him off the evening before? I couldn't actually ask her.. I mean, how would that sound? "Hey mom, I was just wondering if Donald may have told you I sucked his dick yesterday? Just curious?" "No sweetie he never said no such thing." "Ok good, I was just making sure cuz I did not suck his big, throbbing, stinky, manly black dick and I feel better now that you know that I never touched or sucked or gagged or swallowed his sperm. I just needed to make sure he didn't tell you I did all that."
Did she think I was trying to beat her to be fucked by him first? I honestly wasn't. It never crossed my mind because I never in a thousand years thought my dear ole mom would be letting that brute have his way with her, this soon, 20 some odd feet away from my daddy and she let him come in her. IN HER! Dad doesn't even get that but once in a blue moon, according to mom. I did actually think he would fuck me before mom but I felt it would be in Waco maybe, or in his smelly truck, a month from now. FINE! If he likes her so much, he can just have her. He best keep his paws off me.
******************** Cindy's feelings and thoughts *********************
When we first pulled up in there driveway I was so nervous. First the hound dog didn't seem to care for us, looking like he wanted to eat me for breakfast. turns out he is all bark and a very good dog. Second, Latonya came out to greet us on her own, Donald no where in sight. She was smiling weirdly at me, gyrating her neck side to side, making it feel like she was sizing me up for a full blown pay back for having sexual contact with her husband. Has Donald even bothered to tell her he has fucked me already? I'm sure David will join her beating me once she yells out how slutty his wife has been around her black husband.
When she hugs me tightly for over thirty seconds and plants a wet smooch beside my lips, I start realizing I must just being paranoid. As she gives David and Beth hugs and hellos too, I catch myself staring at her, admiring her youngish face with lots of freckles and green sexy eyes. I remember seeing her sexy curves nude on that vid and it makes my cunny tingle a tad.
We all make several trips inside her home getting our things put away. Latonya has informed us that Donald is on the road and hopes to get home late this evening but most likely won't because they had him signed up for loads today and tomorrow. I see some disappointment in David's face, seeing as he is clueless where to try hunting this evening and stay on Donald's property. Latonya saves the day and shows him on a simple map, their property lines and adds that he can spot blue tape marking our land borders and blue/gold tape marking the landlocked property with the best hunting chances.
I am secretly happy that Donald isn't right here under foot. Not that I haven't felt strong feelings for him, or become horny and damp when he is near. Maybe I'm just curious as to why Latonya wants to get to meet me and know me too, as Donald matter of factually put it. Once David heads out into the woods in about four more hours, she should be abIe to speak her mind and not worry about hubbies around. I already like her a lot and it will be great finding more out about her and there life together. I fell in love with there home too. Its on a small but very wide hill, 3 bedrooms with a forth under construction.
She mentioned having five children before they stop making and going back to just practicing making them. That got a big chuckle out of Beth and me but it just Got my David all nervous inside. We were quite young when we had Beth and baby talk petrifies him still. Speaking of babies, I best go have a look around and find where my Punkin has got off to.
***************** Snooping Around *****************
Latonya was so chatty with mom and dad I figured the goats might enjoy my company, so off I went, heading to the huge land behind there home, counting six that I can see so far. They have a fairly big sized barn sixty more yards up ahead. I keep lazily making my way to it, wondering if maybe they have hogs, or maybe bunnies inside. I hear some music playing from inside that my Gammy used to listen to before she passed on and my parents still listen to it every now and again.
((Smiling faces, sometimes pretend to be your friend. Smiling faces, show no traces, of the evil that lurks within. Smiling faces, smiling faces sometimes, don't tell the truth. Smiling faces, smiling faces tell lies and I got proof.))
I'm right up to the barn now and even though these big doors are closed, I can see thru a gap, spotting a smallish sized travel trailer parked under the loft. I spot a normal sized walk thru door that is open so I continue on around the next corner and enter the barn, making a few roosters flutter and hackle. Traveling deeper and towards the cool looking camper, I do spot three bunnies, each in there own cages. I go a few more feet in that direction and get a sight I doubt I soon forget.
Just ten yards to my left stands a naked black man wearing only cowboy boots, cigar in his singing lips and a lone star long neck in his left hand. This isn't just any ole black man, its that pesky ole Leon! Panty snatching Leon!
I kept this from mom and dad but that day when he fixed our ride he took several breaks and the last one I snuck up to see what he needed out of the back of our Tahoe and I caught him feeling all my thongs and even my sheer bra. (My boobs are so perky I hardly ever get seen wearing one.) I told him to get out of my bag and he did stop and smile at me, still holding two of my silky thongs. I gave him my best disgusted look and told him, "keep um. I don't want them near me anymore." He gave me a very humiliated look, stuffing them in his pockets and headed back to the brake job he was getting paid to do.
His back is still to me, his kind of sexy ass strutting to the beat.. It's not too late for me to flee, to go back to the safety of daddy. Fate has other ideas it seems. He spins around and we lock eyes, all the fuzz on my arms, neck and shoulders are risen and tingling. My feet won't move but my eyes do. I start staring at his black older looking dick and sagging nut sack. he is flaccid and a tad smaller than my prior boy friends when they are fully hard. My mind is playing me. My nostrils flare, sensing that manly scent, my eyes seeing a twitching in his shaft. My mouth starts watering and making me swallow saliva. He throws up his right hand and holds one finger up gesturing me to not go as he darts into the pretty camper and kills the music.
Two minutes pass and he comes out wearing a stylish looking pair of denim shorts but still no shirt. It's 49 degrees outside and not much warmer in the barn. He is tougher than I am for sure. "Hello there missy, it be mighty fine seeing you again, I tell ya."
