My Girlfriend's Mom

8

The moment I stepped in the house, I expected a big screen TV or a little poodle running around. I guess I kinda got my wish when a weenie dog ran towards us and started yipping at me.

He barked at Bella one good time and took ahold of my jeans in his mouth trying to tug at me. It took everything in me not to kick the little motherfucker while I picked Bella's whiney butt up.

"Dingaling stop!" Her dad shouted at the dog. I don't know if his sudden change of tone surprised me or the dogs name, but I was glad he was off of me. Running up behind Sabrina who took the lead while I was left with her dad and her backside view. Some ass. I thought to myself.

"So you must be-"

"Oh! Uh, Graves. Yellona Graves. I played on the girls basketball team last year." I reminded him which was the stupidest thing to do because he wasn't coaching us then. He was coaching the boys.

"I recall. You gotta good jumpshot. Needa work on them Three's though." He told me. I nodded in agreement and sped up to the living area where there was a big screen TV planted dead smack on the wall. I looked on at it in amazement.

"55 inch smart TV. Best picture quality in the game right now." I said to myself. Mr. Davis sat across from me and stared for a while. I cleared my throat. Shit got awkward real quick. That's when Ms. Jackson strolled in in nothing but a tank top and some sleep shorts.

She didn't even seem to notice us but I noticed all of her and I couldn't help but stare before Sabrina came back from the back, plopping down beside me after giving me her famous death glare. I only raised my eyebrows at her when she pulled Bella into her lap.

Great... she just took my only distraction away from me. In the back of my head I had just remembered my dad holding a conversation with Ms.Jackson last night as she made small movements behind us in their kitchen. She was being way too friendly for a married lady.

I looked over at Sabrina from where I was seated at on their couch. The sudden urge to ask if her mom and coach Davis we're married at the edge of my tongue. Then the doorbell rung.

"I got it. It's probably Sabrina with an explanation as to why she decided to not bring her black ass home last night." Her mom said under her breath as she walked past me. Not even taking the time to look around the room. I wanted to see Sabrina's favial expression, but I had a feeling that my dad was at the door and I didn't wanna Miss the view.

Unfortunately it was just UPS with a package and when Ms.Jackson turned around she stopped where she was standing and observed me before she dropped the box.

"Uh, hey..." I said awkwardly. She left without a word and sprinted to her room. She came back about two minutes later fully dressed in some pants and a plain shirt; her long hair in a messy bun on her head.

"How... Long have you been sitting here?" She asked me with a slight attitude as she looked between me and her husband. I couldn't even talk. I was like a fucking fish out of water; opening and closing my mouth, but not saying anything.

"It doesn't matter Bane. You just fucking ignored your daughter. No wonder she cuts herself." Mr. Davis grumbled. My neck snapped his way so fast. I swear I just hear wrong. Sabrina doesn't do that. She's not the type. I thought to myself as the two began to argue in my face. I looked for an escape route or Sabrina with Bella but they had both dissapeared. Probably while I was staring at her mom's ass. That makes sense. My eyes landed on the little weenie dog laying on the floor near a closed door and I took that to mean that was Sabrina's room. I got up quick, sprinted to the door, opened it and closed it after I ran inside.

"I don't wanna talk mom."

"Man, your people know how to–"

"What are you doing in here!?" Sabrina yelled at me the moment I turned and saw her pulling on her shirt. I covered my eyes quick and turned back to the door. My heart beating a mile a minute in my chest.