Young Asian MILF is coerced by son’s arrogant white friend

Please complete the required fields.
Thank you for taking the time to report this Report submission to the webmaster. Please let us know why you are choosing to report this Report submission and then click the submit button at the bottom of the page



One was from Steve: “GOOD LUCK TODAY”

The other was from Johan: “Send pussy”

Immediately, I deleted the message and blocked the number, but I was completely rattled, and I knew Danny would be able to sense it.

All things considered, I managed to hold things together, but only just barely. I was a shell of myself, struggling to stay present, anxiety prickling the back of neck as I tried to stay positive and be Danny’s support system. But I was barely there, paralyzed by fear and completely distracted by thoughts of what Johan might do next.

The day started off okay, with Danny playing well. But as it wore on, it became increasingly clear that Johan was icing him out. They didn’t sit together at lunch, and Johan conspicuously gave Danny the cold shoulder after he won his first few events. The worst thing about it was that Danny had no idea what was going on, and there was no way that I could explain it to him. For most boys Danny’s age, this would be a minor matter, but for my son–with everything that Johan meant to him–I knew it was devastating.

I’d avoided Johan all day, but by that evening, I could tell Danny was on the verge of a total meltdown. He had survived the first day in decent position, but the next day of the championships would be critical, as they would determine whether he would defend his world championship titles in the 4×4 and 5×5 events.

Sitting in our hotel room, watching Danny fumble morosely with his cube, I felt that same sense of failure that I’d felt during the early years before his diagnosis. I knew that my son was in pain, but I felt powerless to help him.

Except… I knew I wasn’t powerless. And that was the problem.

Hesitantly, I picked up my phone and unblocked the number from that morning.

“Have dinner with us,” I wrote. “Danny really needs to know you’re still rooting for him.”

Instantly, I saw the three bubbles, showing that Johan was typing.

My phone dinged. It was an eye-rolling emoji.

I took a deep breath.

“You can keep the photo,” I wrote reluctantly. “Just don’t share it with anyone. And be kind to my son for the next two days, okay?”

More bubbles. And then:

“Send pussy”

“No,” I wrote back frantically. “I’m married.”

Eye-roll emoji.

“Why are you doing this to Danny?” I wrote. “Why are you doing this to me???”

Devil horns emoji.

I felt myself tearing up, but I knew I couldn’t let Danny see me cry. I got up, walked into the bathroom, and closed the door behind me.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror, trying to steel myself.

“Have dinner with Danny,” I wrote. “Be a good friend. Then we can talk.”

“What we’ll talk about?” he wrote.

“Incentive,” I wrote back.

Johan met us down in the lobby. Suddenly, he was back to his old self, paying attention to Danny and showering him with congratulations for his victories that day and offering words of encouragement for the next day’s events.

We went back to the same pizza place as the night before. Again, Johan ordered beers for each of us and a Coke for Danny.

I was unusually quiet at dinner, barely eating, slowing sipping my beer, watching as the minutes ticked away. But despite the creeping dread I felt as each slice of pizza disappeared from the table, I could see that Johan was breathing life and confidence back into my son, and that brought me a strange measure of relief.

Then, the meal ended, and I knew the bill was going to include more than just dinner.

Johan had been so focused on Danny throughout dinner, but as we rode the elevator up to the 11th floor of the hotel, he gently placed his hand on the small of my back. I felt my heart starting to pound as if his fingers were a set of jumper cables.

“Well, it’s time for me and Danny to hit the hay,” I said, stepping out of the elevator. “Big day tomorrow.”

Johan gave Danny a big high-five.

“Big day indeed, champ,” he cried. Then, he turned quietly to me. “So Nikki, about that talk…”

“I need to get Danny settled in,” I said.

He paused, mulling this over. Then, he nodded and walked away.

As I helped Danny get ready for bed, my mind raced wildly.

Please follow and like us:
4.5 15 votes
Story Rating
Pages ( 8 of 25 ): « Previous1 ... 67 8 910 ... 25Next »
Subscribe
Notify of
0 Comments
Inline Feedbacks
View all comments
0
Would love your thoughts, please comment.x
()
x