Meeting the family

Diego held my hand tightly as we walked up the front sidewalk. He looked at me, took a deep breath and opened the door. I could hear the sounds of lively family gathering from inside, with laughing and loud voices, although I couldn't quite make out what anyone was saying.

The noise skipped a beat when the door flew open. As he said, he hadn't been back in years. He was not expected.

Diego took another breath and stepped inside.

"Nino!" a female voice almost screamed, followed by several other shouts.

He stepped into the house, pulling me behind him, and as I appeared, the silence that had been there a moment before was ten times worse. The entire room stared at me in wide-eyed shock. Maybe they hadn't accepted his sexuality, but it was clear that the last thing anyone expected was for Diego to show up with a girl.

A tiny latino woman pulled him away from me and bear hugged him, showering him with kisses. Diego and his mother were unquestionably mother and son. Not only did they look alike, they were built alike too, right down to the same sexy bubble butt. I couldn’t help but give her a once over. She was smoking hot and truthfully more age appropriate than her son.

"Oh, and who is this?" his mother asked as she finally pulled away.

"Mom, this is Susan," he said.

"I thought he was a cock sucker?" someone said, trying to be quiet but not quite pulling it off.

"Its wonderful to meet you, dear!" the woman of the house said, giving me a sudden and unexpected hug. "Its about time he brought home a nice young woman."

I was quickly introduced around the room. I tried to keep up with names and faces, but it all moved too quickly. Diego's father, Julio, was a big man, unlike his son, standing well over six feet tall and built like an ox. Muscles rippled his his neck and arms. His order brother, Ricky, was equally as large and far more handsome. He was married to Buffy, a bleach blonde white girl who might once have been smoking hot but had wide hips and saggy boobs after five or six child births. His sister, Maria, was twenty-ish and one of the most beaitiful women I had ever seen. Her husband had had to stop at the grocery, but they promised he would be along shortly.

Before I knew it we were gathered around the table chatting and eating.