-Keegan-
"Keegan! It's been too long!" my mom squealed when she opened the door. She got on her tip-toes and wrapped her arms around my neck. I picked her up and spun her around, relishing in the delight that I got just from being in her presence, it had been too long and I intended to never let this much time pass between visits. The aroma of dinner crept outside, sending subliminal messages to my empty gut...Shit, I had missed my mother's cooking.
After I sat her back on solid ground, she became even more frantic. "Where is she? Where is she?" she squealed, looking at my face. I stepped aside, revealing my love to her. She stopped in place and looked at her, a blank stare taking over her eyes... I wondered if I did the same when I first met her. "Raven, you are beautiful!" she said, the blank stare still consuming her face.
"Thank you very much, Mrs. Stevens... it is a pleasure," Raven said with a sweet smile, extending her hand. Mistake #1: we don't shake hands in this family.
"Nonsense!" Mom said, snapping out of her trance and wrapping Raven's now-warm body in a tight hug. Raven looked at me uncomfortably over my mom's shoulder and I mouthed the words: 'I'm sorry!'. She raised her arms and returned the hug. "Please, call me Lorraine or Lora if you prefer!"
After releasing Raven, Mom turned around and led us into her home with a "Please, come in!"... this was the home I grew up in... for the most part. "My, oh my... are you guys in for a treat! I made fried chicken, collards, mashed potatoes, melt-in-your- mouth rolls, and mac and cheese for dinner and a big ole pecan pie for dessert! I hope yall are hungry!" she said excitedly, her Southern roots making themselves more apparent at that moment.
"Actually," I began slowly, "Raven doesn't eat much."
"Oh! Not to worry, Dear!" Mom said with a wink, "She won't be able to say 'no' to my pecan pie!"
Mom escorted us to the dining room. She had set the table with the good china and even had some sort of artsy centerpiece... impressive. She seated Raven and I next to each other and herself at the head closest to me. "Just a second," she said as she disappeared into the kitchen.
"How're you holding up?" I asked quietly, squeezing Raven's hand.
"Fine, a little nervous about dinner," she whispered looking at me with those killer, brown eyes.
"You don't have anything to be nervous about! Sorry about the hug, we don't do handshakes in our family," I whispered, shrugging.
"Yeah, no kidding! Thanks for the warning... if I had not already fed, I probably would have eaten her! She smells so much like you..." she whispered, leering in my eyes longingly.
"Easy, Killer, don't look at me like that," I warned quietly, looking away from her.
"I want you," she whispered, lightly brushing my lips with hers.
"We'll take care of that later," I growled, nibbling her earlobe and then trying to distance myself from her. It wouldn't be good to have a hard-on at the dinner table.
At that moment, Mom entered the dining room with a gigantic bowl of fried chicken... the smell was so intense! "Do you need help getting the rest?" I asked, starting to stand only to be pushed back into my seat by my mother.
"Absolutely not! You are a guest, Sweetheart! Just sit back, relax, and let me play hostess!" she said, her spunkiness was hilarious! Within a few seconds, she came in with a bowl of mashed potatoes and a bowl of collards, setting them on the table only to disappear again, this time carrying in a casserole dish of macaroni and cheese and a basket of buttered rolls.
She took her seats and asked for us to join hands to bless the meal. This made me a little nervous because Raven and I had never discussed religion... the only time I heard her even mention God was when she was calling for him while her pussy was gripping my cock. That was fucking horrible. Regardless of her religious beliefs, she grabbed my hand and bowed her head.
"Father, we thank you for the food that's about to nourish our bodies and we ask that you bless it with all the glory that you see fit. We thank you for putting Raven in my son's life and pray that she continues to be a part of it. In Jesus' name we pray, Amen." she said, carefully speaking each word. "Amen," Raven and I said in unison when the prayer was over. I didn't know how she felt about the prayer during it, but when I looked up, I saw the tears welling in her eyes.
"Let me get that for you," I said, quickly scrambling to wipe her eyes before the blood fell... that would have been hard to explain.
"Thank you," she said quietly as I stuffed the bloody tissue into my pocket.
"No problem, Babe," I said, picking up the bowl of chicken and putting the smallest possible piece on her plate, a piece on mine, and passing it to Mom. The same with the rest of the food: a small, spoonful of mashed potatoes, collards, mac and cheese, and a small roll. It looked like a child's plate but neither of us knew how she did with human food.
"Goodness, Keegan! What are you trying to do? Starve her?" Mom asked, comparing Raven's plate to ours.
