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REBA	By : Eddie_Davidson Category: M through R > Reba Views: 4219 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the TV show Reba or anything associated with Reba McEntire and her likeness, I do not have any affilation with the TV show, this is a work of pure fanfiction. I do not earn any money from this.

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REBA
A FAN FICTION BASED ON THE TV SHOW “REBA”
Chapter Two

When I was finished with Carl Weathers I felt a lot better – a whole lot better. I cleaned him off, put on my robe and went downstairs. I was feeling a little guilty and awkward about my time with Carl Weathers – so I thought better just put him back where I found him and forget all about this crazy little night. It was late and I assumed the party was over.
It wasn’t.
Barbara Jean and Cheyenne were on the couch chatting happily while my ex-husband and my son in law were down on the knees giving the two of them expert pedicures and pampering them while they sipped on mimosas.
There were still a few other people in my living room talking and laughing and I came down and cleared my throat – once, twice, three times and finally shouted “Hey everybody, get the hell out of here!” and that cleared out most everyone.
Barbara Jean looked up at me as if she were surprised I may be annoyed that at one in the morning they had a sex toy party still going on. I returned Carl Weathers to her box and said “Maybe you can sell that one in the slightly used category,” I told her.
“Why, you can have Carl Weathers, Reba. I insist,” she smiled. “I am so sorry if we stayed late. We lost track of time, we were supposed to leave an hour ago,” she assured me.
“You were supposed to never be over at my house again but that didn’t work out either,” I quipped at her.
She checked her cell phone and said “Uh-oh, Duray is angry,” she told Cheyenne.
“How mad?” Cheyenne looked concern but not entirely worried –almost like it amused her.
“He wants us at my house five minutes ago and he said we have to leave our clothes here!” Barbara Jean showed Cheyenne the text and they both stood up and immediately began to undress right in my living room.
It was a good thing Kyra and Jake weren’t there – because both of their voluptuous bodies erupted out of their skimpy little outfits and let me tell you – Barbara Jean may have had a boob job but I’ve never seen boobs that big stick straight out like that.
My daughter had been a star cheerleader in high school and even though she had a baby- she looked fantastic. I couldn’t help but be envious about the two of them. I was 5’2 and fairly flat chested and the only shape I seemed to have was places where I didn’t want shape to be!
I noticed that Barbara Jean’s pubic hair had been cropped short and styled into the shape of the ace of spades. “Oh, isn’t it wild? I know a Korean lady who will do it for 35 bucks!” Barbara seemed pleased with herself and Cheyenne mimicked the Korean lady “You gonna need more than 35 dollar for that bush!” they both said in unision and laughed.
I realized that Cheyenne had the same design shaved into her pubes as well.
I felt strange looking at my own daughter’s you-know-what but now that it had an ace of spades on it I couldn’t stop looking at the thing. She smiled at me with pride. “You should get one too, Momma!”
Barbara Jean asked me politely in a whisper “Now, does the carpet match the drapes down there?”
I wasn’t going to answer her and I glared back at her for daring ask me such a question.
“We have to be naked too, Miss Barbara Jean?” Brock looked up from his feet and asked his new wife sweetly.
“I guess so, he didn’t say, you know Duray,” Barbara Jean giggled.
Brock smiled that he did know Duray and began to take his panties and corset off with Cheyenne’s husband Van. Van asked if that meant the cock cage too but the girls said Duray told them not to take it off for any reason.
“That sounds like Duray,” Van admitted and stood there naked with nothing but a dog collar, and a cock cage around his waist.
“Is that a tattoo, Cheyenne?” I was shocked but right above her shaved pussy was a pair of black dice and the words “For BBC only”.
“Show her the matching one, Cheyenne,” Barbara Jean offered enthusiastically and while I didn’t want to see it – I couldn’t unsee it. Cheyenne had a matching ankle tattoo of a black ace of spades just like Barbara Jean.
All four of them had the tattoo and they were proud of it.
“You can’t just walk out of the house naked,” I demanded.
“You are right Reba, we better run! Duray is probably getting impatient” Brock suggested and with that the four of them opened the door and did a midnight dash across our lawn to their own house – which happened to be right next door to mine.
I followed Cheyenne through the yard over to Brock and Barbara Jean’s house. I realized shouting “Hey, stop you are naked” would probably draw too much attention so I kept quiet and hurried over. She had a baby here and to be honest, I was really worried about her choices. I know I made it sound funny but it freaked me out and humor was my coping mechanism.
I caught up to them pretty easily because they were locked out and had to knock. “No keys,” Brock explained as if that was a minor inconvenience that couldn’t be helped.
“Well, that is what happens when you have no clothes and no pockets,” I said to him sarcastically.
The door opened and a black woman with very wide hips in skimpy light blue lingerie opened the door. She stood there looking at us with a confused expression and finally asked “Who you be?”
“This is MY house, I am here for Duray,” Brock explained.
“You house? Nah, no thank you,” the black girl shut the door on us and locked it.
“What now? Just stand here with your butts hanging out?” I looked at them quizzically as they stood naked under the porch light of my ex-husband’s home.
“Aww, you noticed my butt?” Barbara Jean was flattered and shook her very healthy, plump butt and created waves I can never unsee.
There was something about it though. Where everybody else has a black line in their butt crack, Barbara Jean had a long, solid line of pink.
“Voted best heiney in ..” Barbara Jean was about to brag that she had won some local beauty contest when I interrupted and said Juno County. “No, in Kyleen county! I moved away from Juno County, Reba!”
“What year was it you won best heiney?” I threw a little shade back at Barbara Jean and frowned that it must have been a long time ago. In truth, she was what a lot of people would consider a “MILF”.
People probably consider me a “MILF” too – if MILF stood for Mom’s I’d like to be Friends with.
Anyway, Barbara Jean showed off her plump assets a little too long for my taste and finally the door opened again. Apparently, this had happened before and they were just supposed to wait for permission to enter their own home.
“Let them crackers in,” A deep voice intoned from inside the house. Brock’s house was much nicer than mine. It was a Colonial with big white pillars and a round drive way. It wasn’t a mansion but it was definitely a respectable looking house.
Once we came inside though we heard rap music on the stereo and the smell of that whacky-weed(Marijuana). There were a couple black and Hispanic girls in the living room dancing around and old white men sitting on Brock’s couch expressionlessly.
Duray stood up to look us over.
He was all of five foot tall and a pipsqueak but his voice was deep like an angry drill sergeant. He ignored the others and asked me “Who dis is?”
“You played football with Van?” I was shocked he had been a football player with my son in law. Van was a jock and a big guy and this guy was puny.
“I was the kicker,” what Duray lacked in size he had in attitude. “You dat white lady that live next door?” he asked.
“Yep, that’s Reba!” Barbara Jean smiled.
“Shut up bitch, aint nobody ask you a damned thing,” Duray did the one thing I had been trying to do years effortlessly – shut Barbara Jean up and I smiled. He noticed and he laughed a little.
“You Reba, huh? You a tough bitch aintcha?” he asked. I had no idea what he was talking about. He told me he had heard I was a single mother raising three kids next to my ex-husband on my own. “You did really well for yourself, make some pretty babies,” he looked at Cheyenne when he said it with admiration as he looked her naked body up and down.
“Yeah, I guess you could say that,” I didn’t know WHAT to say about it to be honest.
“You bitches late,” he looked at his phone and then at Brock and Van. “You two white boys REALLY late,” he said calmly. The look on Brock and Van’s faces was something of panic which amused me. I wasn’t sure what hold Duray hold over them but right now I was kind of enjoying it.
“Please Mr. Duray, forgive us, we’ll try to be better,” Van got on his knees and begged.
Duray ignored him “Can you believe this shit? You married this boy?” Duray asked me.
“No, I married the other one,” I pointed to Brock who was quaking as he stood there naked.
“I can’t tell white people apart. You all look the same to me,” he laughed. “Yeah, you need to drop the zeros and get with a hero, you know what I am saying’ hah-hah, pow-pow,” I had no idea what Duray was saying.
“I am fine just the way I am. I just want to take my daughter and her white boy home and call it an evening, thank you Mr. Duray. You lead a fascinating life,” I answered dismissively.
“Playing hard to get, huh? I like that. That make wanna turn you into my cookie crumb cake, sweat Georgia pie, you know what I am saying,” still had no idea what Duray was saying.
“Well, that is flattering and all but I don’t want to be anyone’s cake, pie or cookie, cookie cupcake. Do you know what I AM saying?” I emphasized the last few words so that he would get the hint that I didn’t want any part in whatever he was offering.
“Now, Momma, give him a chance,” Cheyenne cautioned me.
It was at that point that Brock and Barbara’s son came walking out of his bedroom wearing a cowboy hat and shooting a gun. He waved at his parents like he was used to their nudity and went into the kitchen.
“You let Henry see you like this?” I was disappointed in Barbara Jean and scowled at her. She shrugged and said that it was perfectly natural to see a naked body and there wasn’t a big deal.
I said “Not a naked body like all of this,” and ran my hands up and down in front of Barbara Jean to point out her massive fake tits, and huge ass. She was pink all over and very pale and she just exuded a kind of sexuality and my own daughter could have been a Playboy Centerfold – well, Penthouse anyway.
“You should be ashamed of yourself,” I started to chastise her when I saw Kyra walk out of the bedroom wearing just a nightgown followed by my son Jake.
“What on earth are you two doing here?” Now I was glaring at Cheyenne.
“They have a PlayStation,” Kyra looked in the living room and shrugged as if she were totally used to them being naked and there being a PlayStation would be the kind of answer I was looking for.
“This is totally irresponsible,” I whisper-shouted at my daughter – and I can’t tell you why other than when I get really, really angry sometimes I whisper shout.
“You said you didn’t want them at our house for the parties,” Cheyenne explained with a dumb expression on her face like being over here with Duray’s wild party was the most logical place for them to be.
“Yeah, I meant like at their friends house, not at a crack house, Cheyenne!” that last part was offensive and it felt like a record needle had been pulled off the record player when all eyes were on me. “I mean that metaphorically. This is a very nice house, it’s just you know, not a place for kids!”
Duray and his friends let that go. He was flanked by some big black guys who were clearly his enforcers.
“Look, I don’t want no trouble here and you seem like trouble, you know what I am saying” I was starting to worry that I did know what Duray was saying and maybe I shouldn’t.
“Fine, I’ll just take my kids and Cheyenne and Van if you want to stay here and do all this stuff then be my guest,” I said as I went to get Kyra and Jake and bring them home.
Kyra and Jake protested at first but a quick threat about a spanking and grounding for life was all it took to get them out the door.
“A spanking,” Duray licked his lips and told me he could definitely accommodate me with one of those while Barbara Jean and Cheyenne hung on him flirtatiously.
“I think I’ll take a raincheck on that one, Mr. Duray” and with that I walked on out the door of Brock’s house of Freaks and ran all the way back on over to my own house!
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