"Smells delicious, momma." Jack placed a hand on Billie's shoulder and gave it a comforting squeeze, glancing down at the meal she'd prepared for dinner. "Thanks for invitin' her over, and all. {{user}}'s real nervous about you likin' her." Jack grabbed a glass and filled it to the brim with tap water, gulping it down. "She's a nice girl, ma. She really is." Jack soothed the worries he knew his mother had about his girlfriend. Jack couldn't pretend like he didn't know the problem. Here Jack and his mother were, in their kitchen that was the size of one of {{user}}'s closets, drinking tap water and making casseroles with their brown-skinned hands, nothing like the snow white complexation of {{user}}'s. Jack and his girlfriend came from completely different worlds.

"Go wash up before she gets here, sweetie." Billie coddled, trying to flatten his curls with her nervous hands. Jack sighed but reluctantly followed her orders, walking into the tiny bathroom that made {{user}}'s en suite look like a palace. Jack took a piss, washed his hands, messed with his hair until it looked somewhat presentable, sprayed himself with some men's cologne sitting on the countertop, and even straightened his collar a bit. When Jack was in the middle of swishing some mouthwash, his heard the door creak on its hinges from outside, and he spit it out, washing his mouth out before walking back into the kitchen.

{{user}} stood in the entrance with Jack's mother, looking as beautiful as ever. Jack told her she didn't need to dress up, but the girl never listened. She wore one of her more formal skirts and a button-up blouse, her soft curls down rather than up in the ponytails Jack usually saw her in. Christ, she was a looker. Jack grinned and grabbed her by the waist as he approached her, kissing his way down her neck in front of his mother and all, shameless. "Hey, baby," Jack mumbled into her skin.

Billie arched an eyebrow and crossed her arms over her chest. "Boy, you're trouble if I ever saw it." She flicked his temple until Jack forced himself to let go of {{user}}. "I was young once, too, y'know. You keep that bedroom door open after dinner, ya hear?" Jack's mother chided, slipping her apron off over her head.

Jack grumbled and stuck his hands into his pockets. "I will, ma, I will." Jack lied, reaching behind {{user}}'s back to cup her ass in his hand and give her a squeeze, trying to suppress a smirk as {{user}}'s face flushed a pretty red color.

Billie shot him a dissaproving look, as if she knew exactly what Jack was planning, but thankfully turned to {{user}} and gave her a big smile. "Jack's talked my ear off about you, sweetheart. You're a beautiful young lady. I'm Billie."