The Quinceañera - Chapter 6 (Mama's Family)
Christina Zavala drove her mother to the senior center where she spent two days a week socializing with others in her peer group. This enabled the part-time registered dental hygienist to get some alone time although she sold it to her husband and Nanna Noemi as a chance for her forge connections and practice her English.
She helped Nanna Noemi inside and returned to her behemoth SUV. She placed a call to her mother.
“Hey, baby,” the woman sounded exhausted.
Christina regretted it before saying, “How are you?”
“I don’t know. My arthritis is flaring up. And you know we gotta fly soon.”
“I know, mama,” she rolled her eyes. “I got you an aisle seat. Just make sure you get up and walk every now and then on the plane.”
“I’ll try.”
“Good.”
“You know Tony was talkin’ about how high that airport food is,” the older woman lamented.
“They do jack up the prices,” Christina agreed.
“And you know I gotta take my medicine. So I gotta eat.”
“Well get something to eat then.”
“I ain’t got no doctor husband like you,” she joked half-heartedly.
“I don’t mind putting some money on your debit card so you can buy a meal.”
“Would you, baby? That’d be great. And I told Tony I’d cover his food since he’s traveling with me to keep me safe.”
“I’ll add enough for both of you.”
“Thank you!”
“Mama, I’m at the reception hall. I gotta run. Talk soon.”
“Bye, baby,” Irene Wade said somberly.
Christina wished for a moment her mother had not changed her mind about attending. When she mentioned the Ashanti’s quinceañera, Irene’s reply had been less than pleasant.
“What in the world is a kinsey-whatever?”
“It’s a celebration a c***d becoming a young woman on 15th birthday.”
“You and Jose still supporting this devil mess I see. No, I won’t be a part of it.”
Christina ended the call right then.
Irene changed her mind when she found out her ex-husband, Earl was coming with his current wife.
Earl Wade had not been a good father during Christina’s c***dhood. He left home when she was three and never returned. He rarely sent c***d support money.
Christina grew up between a tiny Tennessee town with her mom and Chicago with a maternal aunt. She knew very little of her father’s family. But a week after her 25th birthday, Earl reached out to her. He expressed his sorrow for how poor of a father he had been. He asked for her forgiveness. It was tough at first, but almost 20 years later they were in a good place.
It drove Irene mad that her daughter had forged a relationship with the no good, no count philanderer. To be fair, Earl was those things once.
Christina just wished to move forward plus her dad had an excellent relationship with Ashanti and Gavin. There were moments when she found herself slightly jealous of not having the same interactions with him at their ages, but she recognized it in the moment and processed the feelings.
Earl was now on his fourth wife, Annie. They’d been together for 20 years. She was the impetus behind him reconciling with his c***dren.
Irene also detested Annie, a retired schoolteacher.
Chrisitna and the event planner ran through the schedule one more time. Satisfied, the woman decided to grab lunch with a friend. She saw a missed call from her brother. She dialed him.
“Tony, it’s Tina!”
“Hey, sis,” he said with a chipper tone. “Wassup?”
“Running errands. You called?”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he started. “I just talked to mama and I wanted to say you is a real blessin’. I’m lookin’ forward to seein’ you and the k**s.”
“Same here. And don’t mention it.”
“I was wonderin’ if they charge for checked bags.”
“It’s one bag free per ticket. Y’all shouldn’t need more than that.”
“You right. You right,” he surmised. Do you think you could let me hold a couple buck for incidentals on the trip? I don’t want mama to think I’m leanin’ on her.”
“You have Green Dot?”
“Yeah!”
“I’ll put $40 on it before you fly out.”
“Thanks! You know you gotta text me the code, right?”
“Tony, have I not done this for your before when you were in jail.”
“Damn! My bad.”
“I’m just saying you ought to know I know.”
“You right. Aight, sis I gotta get back to this job.”
By job, Tony meant torturing a crossdresser wearing a dolled-up latex mask, a life-like silicone breast form vest, a red negligee, red fishnet stockings, black Mary Jane shoes, & a long plaited blonde wig..
“That’s right! Choke of that muthafucka! My pussy,” he said slapping the ass and fingering the hole. “Is that Daddy pussy?”
The CD hummed agreement while still sucking.
That’s my sissy boi. You need some dick in you.”
“Mmhmm!”
“Black dick in all that big tight white ass. That’s what you need.”
“Mmhmm!”
“Get yo’ ass up here.”
Tony stabbed the pink anus with 7¾-inch dick. “Give Daddy that boipussy!”
“Oh Daddy!”
“Take this big Nigga dick!”
“Yes, sir!”
“You all dressed up like a bitch! You a good boi!”
“Fuck me, sir!”
“Yeah, bitch.”
Tony punished the generous, beefy ass with long strokes and uncivil spanking. He fucked hard and relentlessly. He belted and howled as he nutted on the sissy’s lingerie.
In New Mexico, Ashanti sat down for lunch with friends. She made eye contact with Jordan for a moment. Then, she found Devon. They locked eyes briefly.
She helped Nanna Noemi inside and returned to her behemoth SUV. She placed a call to her mother.
“Hey, baby,” the woman sounded exhausted.
Christina regretted it before saying, “How are you?”
“I don’t know. My arthritis is flaring up. And you know we gotta fly soon.”
“I know, mama,” she rolled her eyes. “I got you an aisle seat. Just make sure you get up and walk every now and then on the plane.”
“I’ll try.”
“Good.”
“You know Tony was talkin’ about how high that airport food is,” the older woman lamented.
“They do jack up the prices,” Christina agreed.
“And you know I gotta take my medicine. So I gotta eat.”
“Well get something to eat then.”
“I ain’t got no doctor husband like you,” she joked half-heartedly.
“I don’t mind putting some money on your debit card so you can buy a meal.”
“Would you, baby? That’d be great. And I told Tony I’d cover his food since he’s traveling with me to keep me safe.”
“I’ll add enough for both of you.”
“Thank you!”
“Mama, I’m at the reception hall. I gotta run. Talk soon.”
“Bye, baby,” Irene Wade said somberly.
Christina wished for a moment her mother had not changed her mind about attending. When she mentioned the Ashanti’s quinceañera, Irene’s reply had been less than pleasant.
“What in the world is a kinsey-whatever?”
“It’s a celebration a c***d becoming a young woman on 15th birthday.”
“You and Jose still supporting this devil mess I see. No, I won’t be a part of it.”
Christina ended the call right then.
Irene changed her mind when she found out her ex-husband, Earl was coming with his current wife.
Earl Wade had not been a good father during Christina’s c***dhood. He left home when she was three and never returned. He rarely sent c***d support money.
Christina grew up between a tiny Tennessee town with her mom and Chicago with a maternal aunt. She knew very little of her father’s family. But a week after her 25th birthday, Earl reached out to her. He expressed his sorrow for how poor of a father he had been. He asked for her forgiveness. It was tough at first, but almost 20 years later they were in a good place.
It drove Irene mad that her daughter had forged a relationship with the no good, no count philanderer. To be fair, Earl was those things once.
Christina just wished to move forward plus her dad had an excellent relationship with Ashanti and Gavin. There were moments when she found herself slightly jealous of not having the same interactions with him at their ages, but she recognized it in the moment and processed the feelings.
Earl was now on his fourth wife, Annie. They’d been together for 20 years. She was the impetus behind him reconciling with his c***dren.
Irene also detested Annie, a retired schoolteacher.
Chrisitna and the event planner ran through the schedule one more time. Satisfied, the woman decided to grab lunch with a friend. She saw a missed call from her brother. She dialed him.
“Tony, it’s Tina!”
“Hey, sis,” he said with a chipper tone. “Wassup?”
“Running errands. You called?”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he started. “I just talked to mama and I wanted to say you is a real blessin’. I’m lookin’ forward to seein’ you and the k**s.”
“Same here. And don’t mention it.”
“I was wonderin’ if they charge for checked bags.”
“It’s one bag free per ticket. Y’all shouldn’t need more than that.”
“You right. You right,” he surmised. Do you think you could let me hold a couple buck for incidentals on the trip? I don’t want mama to think I’m leanin’ on her.”
“You have Green Dot?”
“Yeah!”
“I’ll put $40 on it before you fly out.”
“Thanks! You know you gotta text me the code, right?”
“Tony, have I not done this for your before when you were in jail.”
“Damn! My bad.”
“I’m just saying you ought to know I know.”
“You right. Aight, sis I gotta get back to this job.”
By job, Tony meant torturing a crossdresser wearing a dolled-up latex mask, a life-like silicone breast form vest, a red negligee, red fishnet stockings, black Mary Jane shoes, & a long plaited blonde wig..
“That’s right! Choke of that muthafucka! My pussy,” he said slapping the ass and fingering the hole. “Is that Daddy pussy?”
The CD hummed agreement while still sucking.
That’s my sissy boi. You need some dick in you.”
“Mmhmm!”
“Black dick in all that big tight white ass. That’s what you need.”
“Mmhmm!”
“Get yo’ ass up here.”
Tony stabbed the pink anus with 7¾-inch dick. “Give Daddy that boipussy!”
“Oh Daddy!”
“Take this big Nigga dick!”
“Yes, sir!”
“You all dressed up like a bitch! You a good boi!”
“Fuck me, sir!”
“Yeah, bitch.”
Tony punished the generous, beefy ass with long strokes and uncivil spanking. He fucked hard and relentlessly. He belted and howled as he nutted on the sissy’s lingerie.
In New Mexico, Ashanti sat down for lunch with friends. She made eye contact with Jordan for a moment. Then, she found Devon. They locked eyes briefly.
5 years ago