Queen of Pain (Things YouCan't Tell Mama) by D T Pollard Page B

When I first saw June she was going with one of my friends and they were serious, but I got her attention and here we are,” Clyde said.
    “Mama, you never told me about that,” Tara said.
    “Why would I tell you that? You were a kid,” June said.
    “Hey folks, I don’t know about you, but I’m hungry. Where can we go to get something to eat, my treat,” Brandon said.
    “Why don’t we go to that Mexican food restaurant? I could use a margarita,” Tara said.
    “Let’s go,” Clyde said.
    Brandon was a hit with Tara’s parents and later that night after it cooled off some, Brandon was sitting out on the porch with Clyde.
    “It sure is quiet down here,” Brandon said.
    “Yeah, I love the country,” Clyde said.
    “Do you smoke cigars?” Brandon asked.
    “Every once in a while. What do you have,” Clyde said.
    “I’ve got a few Cubans,” Brandon said.
    “Cubans, I thought we couldn’t get those over here,” Clyde said.
    “I bought up a lot of pre-embargo Cuban cigars. Their expensive, but I only smoke them on special occasions. Here, let me give you a light,” Brandon said.
    “Oh man, that’s smooth,” Clyde said.
    “These are the best,” Brandon said as he puffed on his cigar.
    “Look at them out there smoking those cigars like their old buddies,” Tara said,
    “Tara, Brandon’s a nice guy. Do you love him?” June asked.
    “Yes mama, I love him,” Tara said.
    “That’s all that really matters,” June said.
    “Look mama this is the main house, there’s one in Florida, Hawaii and France too,” Tara said as she showed June a picture on her tablet computer.
    “Good lord. That looks like a big hotel. How do you clean a place that big?” June said.
    “Mama, I don’t clean that house. We have a staff that comes in to work every day. We have a housekeeper, groundskeeper and cook,” Tara said.
    “You don’t even have to cook. Where do I sign up for that?” June said.
    Tara and Brandon finally retired to go to bed in their separate rooms.
    About one o’clock in the morning, Tara felt her bed move and she opened her eyes.
    “It’s me,” Brandon said in a whisper.
    “What are you doing sneaking in here?” Tara said as Brandon snuggled up to her.
    Tara felt something familiar.
    “I know you don’t you think you’re getting some with my parent’s room right up the hallway, do you?” Tara said.
    “Come on, why not?” Brandon said,
    “I just feel weird about it,” Tara said as Brandon started rubbing her in all of the right places.
    “Oh Jesus, Brandon that feels good, okay, but we have to be quiet,” Tara said as Brandon pulled her panties down from behind.
    There in that small room of her parent’s house far away from the opulence of their home in New York, Tara made love with Brandon in silence. It was one of the most intense and erotic experiences Tara ever had. Tara bit down on her pillow to muffle her moans and the feeling that she could be caught by her mother at any moment made everything seems even more illicit.
    The next day Tara’s younger sister Caitlin, and her six year old son came over to visit. Caitlin was twenty four years old and had a somewhat contentious relationship with Tara. Just before she was to finish high school Caitlin got pregnant and that caused her not to be able to go to college. Caitlin was not the student that Tara was in school and she always resented the comparison her mother would make whenever her older sister’s name was brought up.
    “Hey David, come give Auntie Tara a hug,” Tara said as her nephew ran into the house.
    “David, this is Brandon, he’s going to be your new uncle. Say hi,” Tara said.
    “Hi,” David said.
    “Hi Tara,” Caitlin said as she walked inside wearing shorts and a pair of heels.
    “Hey Caitlin, what’s up? This is my fiancé, Brandon. Brandon this is my younger sister Caitlin,” Tara said.
    “Nice to meet you. So you’re really going to marry my sister. I hope she makes all the way to the