Note: This story derives from one pinup and two uncolored sketches by the Pit.
The Coxville Curse Part 2: Chapter 7: The Jones' Family Post Game Barbecue
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October 10, 2009: Saturday
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Katherine Cox Jones leaped out of the passenger seat the moment her husband pulled in the driveway. Nathan Bedford Jones moved more leisurely as he exited the driver's seat. He paused to open the rear door for his mother-in-law. "Thank you, Nathan," said Candace Cox, rising from the back seat. "Such a gentleman. That's why you're my favorite son-in-law."
"Shush Mama Cox, I've heard you tell Harold the same thing," replied Nathan.
"Y'all hurry it up," yelled Katherine from the front door. "We got guests arriving at any moment. Nathan, get the grill fired up. Mom, you can help me in the kitchen with the potato salad."
"Sure thing dear, but not until I shower first," replied Candy.
"And I think I'll done be tapping the keg first," said Nathan.
"Y'all just hurry," yelled an exasperated Kat, disappearing into her house.
"Don't worry, I'll get-r-done," laughed Nathan with a wink, quoting his favorite comic whom he also resembled somewhat. Nathan was a redneck from head to toe. He had a couple missing teeth, but luckily, they were in the back of his mouth a didn't show when he smiled. He had an impressive gut and a chubby cherubic face. He was charming and likable. Few people who knew him didn't like him. His only flaw was that he was terribly racist, not openly rude, or hostile, but he wanted nothing to do with blacks and didn't think the races should mingle at all. His views were abnormally common in Coxville County. Integration was supposed to have set the backwards county on a more progressive path, but for some reason seemed to have made things worse.
Candy Cox hurried upstairs to her daughter's bedroom and master bath. She stripped off her blouse and skirt before starting the water. She had a magnificent body for a woman approaching sixty. With a tight bikini top, holding up her huge bosom, she could still pull off a bikini and with dark sunglasses hiding the laugh lines around her eyes, most onlookers would have guessed she was in her early forties. Without the tight top, her heavy breasts hung low. They'd been proud and firm up until menopause, breast involution making them sag as she aged. Her body resembled her daughter Jennifer's more than Katherine's, but then Jenny Summers had gotten pregnant where Kat was childless. Nathan had been in a drag racing accident in his teens and an injury had left him with virtually no sperm in his semen. Candy knew being childless left Kat a little unfulfilled and she took fertility pills in hopes of a miracle, but at least she'd keep her killer figure. The Cox women blossomed early often having C-cup breasts at thirteen and double D's by eighteen as her granddaughter Kitty did now and Kat still had at 33. But as soon as a Cox woman got knocked up, breasts swelled up another cup size or two and their tight bubble butts started plumping up.
Kat Jones wiped sweat off her eyes, jealous that her mom was taking a cool shower. They had just gotten back from a Cocks Saturday away game. It had been a typical hot sweaty Southern day with the sun beating down constantly on everyone making her envy Jenny her pool. The Cocks had been down 21-0 by halftime, no thanks to Kitty's boyfriend Todd and a couple of lousy passes, but then Coach Black had pulled Todd and let Samson West quarterback. Kat was a big supporter of Todd's, but she couldn't disagree with the Coach's decision and sure enough that nigger Samson turned the game around. Not only could he catch a football, but he could throw too, and one time he even ran a touchdown. He pulled off three touchdowns the second half and the game went into overtime with another black player scoring a field goal. And so, the Cocks got their third victory of the year, though the first was a scrimmage game and didn't count, their second being the big game against their traditional rivals Bartown.
Kat was a little relieved when her mother replaced her and she was able to take her own shower. Cooled and refreshed, she pulled on some short khaki shorts, pink sneakers, and a pink GO COCKS tee shirt that she'd worn back when she was head cheerleader at Coxville High back in 1994, three years behind Jenny. Jenny could no longer fit in her pink tee; her breasts having outgrown it. Kat did something else Jenny couldn't get away with and that was go bra-less. Kat had some fat nipples, but they'd never been particularly sensitive and rarely puffed up other than the rare occasions the temperature fell below freezing in Coxville. Oddly, the hardest she'd ever seen them was after she'd woken from the strange sex dream she'd had two weeks ago. Kat had dreamed she was being taken on her kitchen table by a shadowy figure. She couldn't identify the "shadow" man as he was featureless except for the fact that he was bearded and hung like a horse. Her nipples had been rock hard when she woke from that hot dream and even the thin bed sheet scraping across them sent shivers of excitement down to her wet pussy. Nathan had been surprised but thrilled waking up to his wife mounting him. Kat's nipples had even been sensitive to the point that the minute her husband's lips clamped around one of them, she'd had a rare orgasm, albeit a small one. The moment had been so magical, she'd prayed Nathan had finally fertilized an egg, but then her period had come a few days later.
Kat began to regret her decision to go bra-less the moment she stepped out into her backyard. Just thinking about the dream had her nipples poking out her shirt a little. Her nipples usual numbness was gone and she started feeling a little aroused as her tee shirt rubbed against them. To make things worse, the humidity soon had her pores leaking sweat, her skin developed a sexy wet sheen as the sun was setting. The dampness made her already tight tee shirt cling to her wet body, the top hugging her large DD bosom until her entire areola became visible. Candy gave her a disapproving frown, Nathan whistled and poured her a beer. He smacked her ass, pretty sure he was gonna get some tonight. Kat kissed him on the cheek. He was going to get some tonight. They'd fallen into the one night of sex every week or two doldrums, but as she'd been unusually horny since having the hot erotic dream, they'd done it three times the past week.
The guests started arriving. Nathan threw some burgers and hot dogs on the grill or as he liked to call them, Bartown boogers and Coxville all beef cocks. About twenty people had arrived, mostly coworkers of Nathan's and Kat's. Nathan worked for the cable company and Kat was a bank teller. Kat's fellow tellers were all sexy buxom Coxville types in their twenties, including her closest friend at work, Catalina Sanchez. Catalina had a Mexican father and a local mother. They'd been friends in high school and were often called the two cats. The yearly barbecue was also a mini Cox family reunion. Candy's late husband had five siblings, two brothers and three sisters, all of whom had fifteen children and 32 grandchildren. By the time the party had reached thirty people, at least half were blonde haired and blue-eyed relatives with Cox blood in them.
One new arrival stood out.
"Who invited the nigger?" asked Nathan, taking a swig out of his beer.
"Hush," said his mother-in-law. "I ran into Principle Long at the game and invited him.
"Mom, ya should have asked first," said Kat. "But it's alright I guess." Kat watched her former principal approach. "Howdy, Mr. Long, welcome to my home."
"Miss Cox or should I say, Mrs. Jones now," said Long. He was carrying a bag. He held it out to Candy. "Here's the item you requested," he told her.
"Thanks Mr. Long," said Candy, taking the bag.
"Please, call me Willie."
"Of course, Willie it is then." Candy peeked in the bag and then closed it rapidly when her daughter leaned over to see what was inside. "It's a surprise," said Candy. "Nathan, why don't you see if Willie would like a booger or a cock."
"Right on," said Nathan. He was staring out at the front lawn and street. More cars were pulling up. "What the hell?"
Candy and Kat turned to stare where he was looking. Two more black men had arrived. "Who the hell are they?" asked Kat.
"The shorter one is Samson West, our big star right now," answered Long. "The bigger one is Hercules West, class of '06 if he had graduated, but your sister had him suspended from football for failing her health class and since he wasn't playing football, he quit showing up to school."
"Well who invited them?" asked Nathan as the two black men made a bee line for the keg. One old black man was bad, but two uppity young ones was too much.
