Bree Stands Up To Her Mother

Bree was in the kitchen preparing to set up dinner for her and Allen. Allen was in the living room on his cellphone with his friend Steve that had just called, “I’m about to have dinner,” he said as he watched the news.

“Aren’t you lonely, man just come over.”

He grinned and looked back at the sexy woman putting food on plates, “I’m alright.” Allen was dying to tell his friend about Bree, but he didn’t know how he would react.

“Are you coming to the gym Saturday morning?”

“I’ll be there.”

He ended the call, stood to his feet, and walked over to the table. He sat and smiled, baked fish, sautéed asparagus, and rosemary red potatoes, “This looks amazing.”

She sat across from him, “Thank you,” she didn’t plan on doing wifey shit, but there she was cooking from him nightly while Kate was away. She didn’t mind. She loved that he appreciated her cooking. He’d always say “thanks,” for the food after he was done eating.

Bree’s cellphone sounded, she huffed. She knew it was her mother. “At some point, you’ll have to talk to her,” Allen said.

“I know, but not now. I’ve had enough drama for one day.”

They began eating, Allen had struggled with what he’d do when Kate returned home. He had gotten used to a heavy dose of fucking. But he missed his wife and knew he’d need to spend some quality time with her for a few days, “I’m probably going to be busy this weekend. Kate returns Friday.”

She smiled, “I figured. It’s okay.”

He nodded, “Have you…have you told any of your friends about—”

“That I’m fucking a married man that lives next door.”

He chuckled, “Does seem kind of wild right?”

She nodded, “I’ve been dying to say something, I almost had a slip-up, but—I don’t know how any of them would take it. My girl comes next week and will be here until June 4th.

Allen’s eyes widened, “Damn how will we—”

“We’ll have to be creative.”

They both smiled.

*****

The bathroom mirrors fogged from the steam of the running shower. Two bodies in motion creating another kind of heat. Allen held onto Bree’s hips as her hands braced her on the wall. His cock filled her ass. It was the third time he’d ventured to that spot, but she was slowly getting used to him entering.

“That’s it, Bree, you got it, babe,” he said as he stroked away. Her hole was wide open as his cock slid back and forth. The water beaded on their bodies. The water sloshed between them as their bodies collided repeatedly. Their moans filled the space.

His hands moved up and squeezed her nice breasts, “Play with your pussy babe,” he said as he held her and thrust away.

She placed her right hand on her clit and rubbed it back and forth, “Yes, like that, I love that shit.”

Allen held his mouth tight and he pushed and pushed. Bree started to collapse, flinching. He held her up, “Come on, I’m almost there, shit, fuck, oh my god, yes,” he said as he continued.

“Baaaaaby,” she moaned.

“Fuck, shit, here it comes, arggghhhhh,” he grunted and filled her up.

“Oh shit!” she said, “Ummm,” she turned to him and they kissed.

“I heard what you told your ex yesterday.”

She smiled, “Did you like what I said?”

He nodded with a huge smile pulling her closer, “I did. Let’s ride to Winston after work, there are some cool places we can take pictures. A nice Mediterranean spot downtown where we can grab a bite.”

“We can do that.”

“I have to get ready for work, I’ll see you later,” he kissed her mouth and left the shower.

******

Allen had already left for work. Bree was on her way to her car when she saw the neighborhood nosey Jenna walking down the block. Jenna eyed her. Bree rolled her eyes and got into her car.

Jenna had not seen Allen in days. He’d successfully avoided her by using the fence and leaving earlier for work.

Jenna desperately wanted something to tell Kate when she returned but had nothing. She huffed and headed back to her home with her shorts stuck in her ass crack.

*****

The day seemed perfect, but there was something that loomed over Bree. She sat at her desk and stared at her cellphone. Her mother had called multiple times. Finally, she decided to put on her big girl drawls and called Kate.

Kate smiled, “Well hello there beautiful.”

Bree saw an attractive older woman looking at her over Kate’s shoulder, “How are things?”

“Great.”

Judith smiled and waved, “Oh wow, Kate she is beautiful.”

“Bree this is my friend Judith.”

“Hi, friend Judith.”

She smiled, “Hello friend Bree. Kate has told me so much about you.”

Bree’s eyes widened. Kate chuckled, “It’s okay Bree, Judy, and I have been friends for years. I trust her with my life.”

Bree nodded, “Those are the best kind of friends to have. I can’t wait to meet you.”

“That would be lovely,” Judith replied as she excused herself.

Kate saw the worry on Bree’s face, “Allen told me what happened.”

“I’m scared. I have to call her.”

“Yes. You do. It’s your life. And only you can live it, mistakes and all.”

Bree nodded, “You’re right. This is my life, thanks, Kate. I’ll call you later.”

Bree took a deep breath, she knew it was time, she dialed her mother and immediately she answered with a serious tone, “Well, it’s about time,” her mother fussed.

“Yeah, sorry. Anyway—”

“What’s going on with you? Demetrius said something about you fooling around with some white guy.”

Oh lord, here we go, Bree thought. “Mom, please don’t start. What difference does it make if he’s white?”

“Ummm, I don’t know what’s wrong with you. All the black men out there and you have to do this. Always the same with you, first that Spanish guy now this.”

“Marcel was Black. He just happened to be Hispanic. Geesh, it’s almost like you’d rather me just be with any old African American man than to be with a man that actually treats me right. I’m supposed to be in any old raggedy-ass relationship smiling on the outside miserable on the inside just to prove my blackness.”

“Watch your mouth, I am still your mother,”

“I’m sorry. I just can’t be like—”

“Be like who?”

Her mother suddenly felt triggered. Mrs. Young had a secret of her own. She was married to Bree’s father Nolan Jacobs. She had formed a bond with his friend a navy officer Sam Young. And he was quite the looker. Many women wanted to sink their teeth into this bronze man with amber-colored eyes. He had a dazzling smile and a head full of thick wavy hair.

He was married and had several women, Bree’s mother being one of his side pieces. After her father died, she continued to wait for Sam to leave his wife, but Sam didn’t have those intentions. He figured why leave his wife, it was cheaper to keep her. And since he was getting ass from his side women without commitment, he didn’t bother.

Yet, life would throw him a monkey wrench. His wife finally got tired of his bullshit and found her a younger man. She was happy. She left him. Then he got himself into a few legal issues, like getting a woman in Japan pregnant and causing a scandal that damn near ended his career.

The only woman that stuck by him was Bree’s mom. And even with that, he still had an occasional fling.

“I’m just saying, I’m not down with this whole struggle love movement. I want a love that has a purpose. And I had that with Marcel, but you convinced me that he wasn’t good enough. I could be married with two kids by now.”

“You always blame me, you think I’m the worse mother, I have to go.” The call ended.

Bree sighed, at least the conversation was done. Her mother would probably not speak to her for a while, but she could finally begin to move forward with what she wanted.