Sins of the Father
- 4 years ago
- 26
- 0
Sins Of The Mother free porn video
“Mario Petrovich Panchenko. Culinary arts,” the doctoral robe clad woman said.
A few cheers from the audience erupted.
The five-foot-eleven, 150-pound man blushed as he walked across the stage. His light-beige complexion had a warm, golden undertone. Underneath his graduation cap sat neat cornrow braids of extremely dark auburn hair.
In the crowd, his companion captured video on her smartphone..
“Look at him,” smiled a woman with bronze skin and frosted hair pulled back in a bun.
“Isn’t he gorgeous, Granny,” beamed the amateur videographer.
“Yes he is, Margaux! You should be proud of him!”
“I am!”
After the ceremony concluded, Margaux excused herself to find Mario.
“Congratulations, sweetie,” she exclaimed.
“Thank you, gorgeous!” Mario leaned down to kiss his girlfriend. “I love you, baby! I couldn’t have done it without you!”
“Thanks! You’re the one that did all the work, Mr. College Grad.”
“It’s just an A.A.S.,” he downplayed the achievement.
“Don’t be like that,” she chastised him. “It’s a big deal. You ready to go.”
“Yeah! Let me tell Turk ‘nem bye.”
“Okay. I’m gonna go get granny.”
“I’ll meet you at the front in five.”
Mario found his two homeboys - both Black. Turk received a degree in landscape management technology. And Omar got a certificate in practical nursing. The three men went behind the auditorium and lit a joint.
“Y’all goin’ out tonight,” inquired Turk.
“Shit, I ‘m headin’ home wit’ my girl,” Mario shared.
“Some of the nursin’ students throwin’ a party. I’ma hit that up,” Omar said refusing the blunt. “Naw, I can’t do that. Gotta piss clean.”
“I might roll witch, mane!”
“Yeah!”
“Aight! I’ll hit y’all up later,” Mario blew out a puff of smoke and disappeared.
“Hey, ladies,” he got their attention.
“Oh! Congratulations, Mario,” the elderly woman said.
“Thank you, Ms. Margaret. Y’all ready to go?”
“Yeah,” Margaux said. “Where do you wanna go to dinner?”
“Chili’s,” he replied almost instantaneously.
“Seriously?”
“Yeah!”
“Y’all can just take me home if you don’t mind,” Margaret Burke interjected.
“Yes, ma’am,” Mario nodded. “I’ll pull the car around. Keys?”
“Here,” the five-foot-eight, rich brown complected woman dropped the keyfob into his hand.
“Wait right here.”
Mario returned in the pearl white 2016 Nissan Altima that belonged to his lady. He put on the emergency linkers and hopped out of the car to wheel Ms. Margaret over and help her inside.
At home, Margaux got her grandmother situated with a cup of chicken soup and a beer. The woman was comfortable in her bedroom watching reruns of 1970s era sitcoms.
Mario held the door open for Margaux at the restaurant. They were seated. He ordered a bottle of a Mexican cerveza. She requested a margarita.
“Congratulations,” she pulled a greeting card from her purse.
“Aw, babe! You ain’t have to get me nuthin’!”
“I wanted to.”
“Baby, you all the gift I need!”
“Thanks,” she giggled.
“Wow,” he gasped. “Thanks, boo!”
“You like them?”
“Hell yeah! Two tickets to the Bass Pro Shops NRA Night Race!”
Mario leaned over the table and kissed Margaux.
She said, “I’m glad you like!”
“Hell yeah, girl! I’ma dick you down for real tonight!”
“You would’ve done that anyway.”
“True, but I’m gon’ go James Brown on that booty. Watch me now,” he smirked.
“Silly,” she laughed.
The evening came to an end. Margaux looked in on Margaret who was fast asleep in the recliner. She placed an afghan over her and gently closed the door.
“Shower with me, babe,” he implored her.
They washed each other as the warm water pelted their skin.
Mario took care to softly rub over curve - her taut ass, small hips, and itty bitty titties. “You’re so sexy,” he said pulling her into him. “I love you!” He fondled her tiny clitty and raisnette balls.
“I love you too, Chef Panchenko!”
“That made my dick hard,” he said.
“Ooh la la,” she cooed grabbing hold of the erect 7¾-inch tool. “It’s so big and thick!”
Margaux stroked it and knelt down. She was fine with getting her hair wet because she wore it in neat, beautifully-maintained, sistah locks. She opened her mouth and took Mario’s manhood down her throat.
“Ah shit,” he groaned balancing himself with his hands against the wall. “Suck it, sexy! Ah fuck, girl!”
Margaux bobbed her head. She felt the grip of his large hand on her crown.
“Stand up!” He lowered himself and spread her sweet little ass. He licked it and stuck his tongue in the brown hole.
“Oh my god,” she purred.
Mario loved how she writhed with pleasure as he ate her out. He held her tightly about the waist. Then he smacked the petite bottom. He straightened back up. He angled his dick at the clenched anus. He swayed from side to side to work it in.
“Ahhhhh,” she moaned.
“Yeah, girl! Let me in!”
“Yes, daddy! Give it to me!”
Mario thrust with deliberate slowness. “Feel every inch, girl!”
“Yes, sir! I love it!”
“Do you?”
“Yes, Mario! Yes!”
“Do you love this Ukrainian Black cock?”
“Oh god! Yes!”
“Gimme that sweet, Black boipussy!”
“Fuck me, daddy!”
“Yeah,” he grunted. “lLet’s get on the bed.”
They didn’t waste time drying off. Margaux just threw a big quilt over the bed.
Mario mounted her from above. He stared into her wide-set brown eyes with his light-brown ones. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful!” He pumped harder and faster.
“Oh fuck! Hell yeah, Negro,” she wailed.
“Ah hell! I’m a nigga now?”
“Yeah, nigga!”
“I’m a Ukrainian thug ass nigga!”
“Oh my god!”
“Yeah! Get this dick, sissy boi!”
“Fuck my ass! Fuck my booty hole!”
“Yeah! Just like you my prison bitch!”
“Oh my god!”
Mario nutted all up in Margaux’s ass. They balled the quilt up and threw it on the floor. She lathered with cocoa butter and offered him some. They crawled under the sheets and spooned.
“Good night, baby,” he whispered.
“Good night! I love you!”
“Love you too!”
The son of a Ukrainian immigrant and a bourgeois Black debutante, held his beloved close.
Margaux felt the thump of his heart and the heat of his body. “You’re so warm.”
“It’s just you. You turn me on.”
They drifted to sleep.
Omar and Turk were still out at the house party hosted by some of the other practical nursing grads. The old double-wide trailer was filled to the brim with Negroes, several cute Ebony chicks, a couple White girls, and two sassy effeminate dudes. Liquor had been flowing freely - mostly brown. The crowd began to dwindle.
Omar woke up and rubbed his eyes. The six-foot-one, solidly built, former high school defensive end had some little soft thing nestled up with him. His shit was on brick. The bitch smelled like strawberries and cream. He began to grind slowly. Soon, the slut was doing the same. He pulled down his pants and took out his 7½-inch dick. “You want this, girl!”
“Yeah,” cooed the delicate voice.
“Lemme feel dat pussy,” he whispered.
“Okay!”
Omar’s hand was guided downwards over some silky smooth skin,
“There you go,” murmured the vixen.
“Dat’s yo’ booty hole. Lemme feel da pussy!”
“That is my pussy. My boipussy.”
“What the fuck?”
“Yeah, Omar. It’s Cody.”
“Naw! I don’t do dat.”
“You were flirtin’ hard with me earlier.”
“Shit,” Omar sighed. “My shit still hard.”
“Just stick the head in real quick.”
“You bettah not tell nobody.”
“I won’t I swear.”
“Owwww,” Cody whined.
“Shut up!”
“Oh god! It’s so big!”
“Be. Quiet,” he thrust with each syllable. “Damn you tight!”
“Yes, sir!”
“Let me in it.”
Omar gave it to the White sissy bitch. It was tighter than anything the 21 year-old had ever experienced. It made him cum way faster than normal. He let out a roared and fell back asleep.
Cody smiled.
Turk on the other hand knew he liked to get down. He had the short, chunky, yellowish-brown fag riding his dick out on the back deck. The air was humid and quiet. He sucked on the punk’s fleshy moob mounds.
“That dick is so good, Turk,” whined the newly minted nurse.
“Get dat dick, bitch! Bounce on it!”
“I love how you fuck me!”
“I know you do! You got da best pussy! Git it, Blaine!”
Blaine rode as if his life depended on it.
“Fuck, faggit! You wanna have mah baby?”
“Yes, Turk! Cum for me!”
Turk growled as he erupted.
“Oh my god, Turk!”
“Yeah! Git up! I gotta piss!”
Turk stumbled to the edge of the deck and relieved himself.
The next day, Margaux was up talking with her grandmother in the dining area of the 1,400 square-foot 3.-bedroom, 2.5-bath home. She’d moved the matriarch in with her two years ago after Margaret’s long-time significant other, Jean, passed away.
Margaret had once been married to Margaux’s maternal grandfather, Rev. Leroy Burke. She and Leroy had two girls and a boy - Lorraine, Dawn, & Joe. They lived in Cleveland.
In 1962, she was attending a soiree at the home of a friend. A member of the church congregation lived at the same apartment complex. He spied Margaret making out with another woman. He told Rev. Burke what he’d seen.
Leroy was furious and put Margaret out of their home. He divorced her and kept the c***dren from her.
Margaret moved back to Dayton where she was raised, but there was little love for her there. As a divorcee, she was shunned and unable to find work. She lived on the streets until she ran across Jean Tolbert, a 32 year-old insurance company typist. Jean took pity on her.
“You okay, Granny?”
“Oh yeah! I was just thinking,” Margaret sighed.
“About what?”
“The time me and Jean went to Niagara Falls.”
“Was it fun?”
“Very much! She was so full of life and fun.”
“You miss her?”
“Very much, baby! She was the love of my life. Never thought I’d say that out loud,” she coughed.
“It’s good to talk about it. I’m glad you two had each other.”
“Thanks, baby! It was a lot different back then,” Margarent recalled.
“I know. People were asses.”
“They still are, but yes they were.”
“You don’t have to be guarded here.”
“My k**s hated me. They thought I abandoned them. I guess I did,” she lamented.
“No, Granny. You weren’t allowed to see them. It was a choice no one should ever have to make.”
“Your mama needed me. I know that’s why she addicted to that mess.”
“That’s not your fault. There was a lot going on. Tell me about Niagara Falls.”
“Jean surprised me with the trip after I got my nursing diploma. You know, she’s the one that made me take that course. Reminds me of you and Mario,”
“I didn’t make him, Granny. I just encouraged him,” Margaux corrected the record.
“Same thing. Anyway,” the octogenarian continued. “We drove in her ‘63 Chevy Nova station wagon. We went up to Detroit and then through Canada on the way there. On the way back we came south through Buffalo and then along the coast of Lake Eerie. It was a fun trip.”
“When did her husband leave you two alone?”
“Earl never bothered us. He was one of us too. They got married to keep their families happy. He had friends of his own. He moved to St, Louis around ‘65.”
“Wow! The lengths you all had to go through just to live.”
“It was somethin’.”
“Hey, babe! Hi, Ms. Margaret,” Mario said entering the room. “Can you take me to the office? They got a move and they’re a guy short.”
“Sure,” replied Margaux. “How long will you be gone?”
“Right now a week. Could be 10 or 11 days. I’ll know more Monday.”
“You packed yet?”
“I’ma be ready in 15, Cool?”
“Yep. Just yell at me.”
“He’s a nice fellow. I’m glad you found each other,” Margaret shared,
“Likewise,” the customer service training manager opined.
Margaret thought about how she had inadequate relationships with her two living c***dren and their families. She was unsure why Margaux had reached out to her. Perhaps her granddaughter saw a similarity in their paths, but deep down she knew it was more than that. She knew Margaux had unpacked a lot of trauma via therapy.
There were times that Margaret blamed herself for the spiral of doom that happened with Dawn and passed down to Margaux. Had the sins of the mother being visited on the daughter?
“Okay, Granny! I’m gonna take him to the office now. Need anything?”
“Naw, chile! I’m gonna take a nap.”
Mario drove to the field office in his blue 2010 Ford Ranger extended cab pickup truck. “I’m gonna miss you, love!”
“Likewise,” she shared.
“When I get back I’ma get on the job hunt for something at a local restaurant.”
“Take your time. I know you wanna open your own place eventually. And the moving gig pays you well in the interim.”
“Yeah! But I wanna be next to you every night.”
“I wouldn’t complain about that.”
“You better not,” he chuckled.
They kissed and Margaux headed back home.
She decided to make a quick stop at public housing complex. She parked the vehicle and walked up to the door. She took a deep breath and knocked.
It opened and a hunched over bald man with a cool dark-brown complexion. At one time this man towered over most everyone at 6’5”.
“Well, well, well,” grinned the 66 year-old who had once been Margaux’s mother’s live in boyfriend.
Margaux said, “Hello, I was just checking on you!”
“Come on in,” he offered.
The relationship this man had with her mom was much closer to that of a pimp and his bitch.
Margaux remembered him grooming her from a young age. One afternoon when school ended, she got off the bus. Buster was home. That was the day he took the fifth grader’s virginity.
“Missed me,” the narcissistic Negro smirked.
“Hardly,” she rolled her eyes.
“Come here, Give Step-daddy a hug.” He pulled her into him.
Even at this advanced age, he was still much stronger than svelte transsexual.
“What did you want to see,” Buster inquired.
“Just to make sure things are okay,” she said.
“They would be if you’d still let me fuck you like I used to.”
“I have a man!”
“I was your man,” he pounded his fist on the tray table by his favorite chair.
“Really, Buster?”
“You know you wanted it! You were a cute li’l fag boi! Always runnin’ ‘round shakin’ dat ass.”
“You’re a mess!”
“Tell me you didn’t love it as you grew up. You used to tell me you loved me.”
“I did! Or, I thought I did.”
“You still do. You wouldn’t have come here if you didn’t.”
“For some strange reason, I still care about you,” Margaux let out a deep breath.
“It’s okay, baby girl! I got up in your head, faggit. I still live there,” he tapped his temple. “Get me a beer.”
Margaux and went over the kitchenette. She extracted a can from the fridge.
“Get one for yourself too,” the host ordered.
Margaux returned to the couch and handed Buster his beverage.
“You remember when you were 12 and your momma came home and you was just sittin’ in my lap.”
“Yeah,” she lowered her chin.
“She was pissed. Got her a rock and she was cool.”
“You moved me into y’all’s room then.”
“Sure did! Put her in the li’l ass room you had. She loved the crack. Nothing else.”
“That’s not fair, she protested. “She was addicted. I know that now.”
“Did I or did I not take care of you? Food? Clothing? Shelter?”
“Yeah for ass.”
“That’s all marriage is,” he rationalized. “You weren’t turning down the gifts.”
“No, but…”
“Then Dawn got locked up. She signed you over to me cause yo’ no-good daddy was in the pen too.”
“Yeah! It was just us,” Margaux recalled.
“Yeah! It was perfect! You were what 14 or 15 then.”
“f******n.”
“That’s right! We got the new place. Everybody knew you was my bitch too!”
“Nobody said a word.”
“It was the hood in Cleveland. People kept their mouths shut.”
“I got you that ‘90 Pontiac Grand Am when you turned 16.”
“Yep,” Margaux perked up slightly.
“You liked me buying you panties and girl clothes. Lettin’ you wear ‘em ‘round the house and shit!”
“I did,” she bit her lip and crossed her arms.
“Now, sissy boi! Don’t pout. I used to love looking at you in them lace panties. You still slim and sexy! You know dat, don’t you?”
“I guess!”
“C’mon, faggit! You know niggas like dat sweet li’l booty, but you was all mine.”
“I…”
“See what you did,” he pulled out his hard 8-inch dick.
Margaux was intimately familiar with it.
“Come taste it, sissy boi!”
Seemingly from muscle memory alone she got on her knees and crawled to him. She licked and slurped.
“That’s a good li’l fag! Come on and let Step-daddy in that sissy pussy.”
Margaux undressed and sat on the pole.
“Ah shit, pussyboi! That ass is tight,” the dom said.
“Oh my god,” she whined.
“Remember how much fun we had. Nut shootin’ everywhere.”
“Yes,” her eyes rolled back in her head.
“These li’l chocolate drop tits! I bought dem mones.”
“Yes, sir!”
“Step-daddy loved his princess boi.”
“Yes you did,” she moaned.
“And you loved me.”
“Yes!”
“Yeah, faggit! Take it like you did when you was ten!”
“Oh my god, Buster!”
“Step-daddy,” he choked her.
“Yes, Step-daddy!”
“You never told nobody. That’s how I know you loved it.”
“I did. I did,” her eyes welled.
“It’s okay! We were in love!”
Buster sucked her nipples. He unlatched and announced, “Here it comes! Drink it!”
Margaux jumped off and opened her mouth.
She cleaned up quickly and ran out the door. She cried all the way home. She tried to fix her face before going back inside.
For dinner, she ordered a pizza.
Mario called around 9:30. They spoke about nothing much for a few minutes. “Aight, sexy I better get some sleep. Love you.”
“I love you too,” she replied. “Sleep well.”
Margaux ended the call and curled up in the fetal position. She prayed for forgiveness. Then, she made a mental note to schedule a therapy session ASAP. She turned on the TV and closed her eyes. She would not be able to sleep in silence tonight.
A few cheers from the audience erupted.
The five-foot-eleven, 150-pound man blushed as he walked across the stage. His light-beige complexion had a warm, golden undertone. Underneath his graduation cap sat neat cornrow braids of extremely dark auburn hair.
In the crowd, his companion captured video on her smartphone..
“Look at him,” smiled a woman with bronze skin and frosted hair pulled back in a bun.
“Isn’t he gorgeous, Granny,” beamed the amateur videographer.
“Yes he is, Margaux! You should be proud of him!”
“I am!”
After the ceremony concluded, Margaux excused herself to find Mario.
“Congratulations, sweetie,” she exclaimed.
“Thank you, gorgeous!” Mario leaned down to kiss his girlfriend. “I love you, baby! I couldn’t have done it without you!”
“Thanks! You’re the one that did all the work, Mr. College Grad.”
“It’s just an A.A.S.,” he downplayed the achievement.
“Don’t be like that,” she chastised him. “It’s a big deal. You ready to go.”
“Yeah! Let me tell Turk ‘nem bye.”
“Okay. I’m gonna go get granny.”
“I’ll meet you at the front in five.”
Mario found his two homeboys - both Black. Turk received a degree in landscape management technology. And Omar got a certificate in practical nursing. The three men went behind the auditorium and lit a joint.
“Y’all goin’ out tonight,” inquired Turk.
“Shit, I ‘m headin’ home wit’ my girl,” Mario shared.
“Some of the nursin’ students throwin’ a party. I’ma hit that up,” Omar said refusing the blunt. “Naw, I can’t do that. Gotta piss clean.”
“I might roll witch, mane!”
“Yeah!”
“Aight! I’ll hit y’all up later,” Mario blew out a puff of smoke and disappeared.
“Hey, ladies,” he got their attention.
“Oh! Congratulations, Mario,” the elderly woman said.
“Thank you, Ms. Margaret. Y’all ready to go?”
“Yeah,” Margaux said. “Where do you wanna go to dinner?”
“Chili’s,” he replied almost instantaneously.
“Seriously?”
“Yeah!”
“Y’all can just take me home if you don’t mind,” Margaret Burke interjected.
“Yes, ma’am,” Mario nodded. “I’ll pull the car around. Keys?”
“Here,” the five-foot-eight, rich brown complected woman dropped the keyfob into his hand.
“Wait right here.”
Mario returned in the pearl white 2016 Nissan Altima that belonged to his lady. He put on the emergency linkers and hopped out of the car to wheel Ms. Margaret over and help her inside.
At home, Margaux got her grandmother situated with a cup of chicken soup and a beer. The woman was comfortable in her bedroom watching reruns of 1970s era sitcoms.
Mario held the door open for Margaux at the restaurant. They were seated. He ordered a bottle of a Mexican cerveza. She requested a margarita.
“Congratulations,” she pulled a greeting card from her purse.
“Aw, babe! You ain’t have to get me nuthin’!”
“I wanted to.”
“Baby, you all the gift I need!”
“Thanks,” she giggled.
“Wow,” he gasped. “Thanks, boo!”
“You like them?”
“Hell yeah! Two tickets to the Bass Pro Shops NRA Night Race!”
Mario leaned over the table and kissed Margaux.
She said, “I’m glad you like!”
“Hell yeah, girl! I’ma dick you down for real tonight!”
“You would’ve done that anyway.”
“True, but I’m gon’ go James Brown on that booty. Watch me now,” he smirked.
“Silly,” she laughed.
The evening came to an end. Margaux looked in on Margaret who was fast asleep in the recliner. She placed an afghan over her and gently closed the door.
“Shower with me, babe,” he implored her.
They washed each other as the warm water pelted their skin.
Mario took care to softly rub over curve - her taut ass, small hips, and itty bitty titties. “You’re so sexy,” he said pulling her into him. “I love you!” He fondled her tiny clitty and raisnette balls.
“I love you too, Chef Panchenko!”
“That made my dick hard,” he said.
“Ooh la la,” she cooed grabbing hold of the erect 7¾-inch tool. “It’s so big and thick!”
Margaux stroked it and knelt down. She was fine with getting her hair wet because she wore it in neat, beautifully-maintained, sistah locks. She opened her mouth and took Mario’s manhood down her throat.
“Ah shit,” he groaned balancing himself with his hands against the wall. “Suck it, sexy! Ah fuck, girl!”
Margaux bobbed her head. She felt the grip of his large hand on her crown.
“Stand up!” He lowered himself and spread her sweet little ass. He licked it and stuck his tongue in the brown hole.
“Oh my god,” she purred.
Mario loved how she writhed with pleasure as he ate her out. He held her tightly about the waist. Then he smacked the petite bottom. He straightened back up. He angled his dick at the clenched anus. He swayed from side to side to work it in.
“Ahhhhh,” she moaned.
“Yeah, girl! Let me in!”
“Yes, daddy! Give it to me!”
Mario thrust with deliberate slowness. “Feel every inch, girl!”
“Yes, sir! I love it!”
“Do you?”
“Yes, Mario! Yes!”
“Do you love this Ukrainian Black cock?”
“Oh god! Yes!”
“Gimme that sweet, Black boipussy!”
“Fuck me, daddy!”
“Yeah,” he grunted. “lLet’s get on the bed.”
They didn’t waste time drying off. Margaux just threw a big quilt over the bed.
Mario mounted her from above. He stared into her wide-set brown eyes with his light-brown ones. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful!” He pumped harder and faster.
“Oh fuck! Hell yeah, Negro,” she wailed.
“Ah hell! I’m a nigga now?”
“Yeah, nigga!”
“I’m a Ukrainian thug ass nigga!”
“Oh my god!”
“Yeah! Get this dick, sissy boi!”
“Fuck my ass! Fuck my booty hole!”
“Yeah! Just like you my prison bitch!”
“Oh my god!”
Mario nutted all up in Margaux’s ass. They balled the quilt up and threw it on the floor. She lathered with cocoa butter and offered him some. They crawled under the sheets and spooned.
“Good night, baby,” he whispered.
“Good night! I love you!”
“Love you too!”
The son of a Ukrainian immigrant and a bourgeois Black debutante, held his beloved close.
Margaux felt the thump of his heart and the heat of his body. “You’re so warm.”
“It’s just you. You turn me on.”
They drifted to sleep.
Omar and Turk were still out at the house party hosted by some of the other practical nursing grads. The old double-wide trailer was filled to the brim with Negroes, several cute Ebony chicks, a couple White girls, and two sassy effeminate dudes. Liquor had been flowing freely - mostly brown. The crowd began to dwindle.
Omar woke up and rubbed his eyes. The six-foot-one, solidly built, former high school defensive end had some little soft thing nestled up with him. His shit was on brick. The bitch smelled like strawberries and cream. He began to grind slowly. Soon, the slut was doing the same. He pulled down his pants and took out his 7½-inch dick. “You want this, girl!”
“Yeah,” cooed the delicate voice.
“Lemme feel dat pussy,” he whispered.
“Okay!”
Omar’s hand was guided downwards over some silky smooth skin,
“There you go,” murmured the vixen.
“Dat’s yo’ booty hole. Lemme feel da pussy!”
“That is my pussy. My boipussy.”
“What the fuck?”
“Yeah, Omar. It’s Cody.”
“Naw! I don’t do dat.”
“You were flirtin’ hard with me earlier.”
“Shit,” Omar sighed. “My shit still hard.”
“Just stick the head in real quick.”
“You bettah not tell nobody.”
“I won’t I swear.”
“Owwww,” Cody whined.
“Shut up!”
“Oh god! It’s so big!”
“Be. Quiet,” he thrust with each syllable. “Damn you tight!”
“Yes, sir!”
“Let me in it.”
Omar gave it to the White sissy bitch. It was tighter than anything the 21 year-old had ever experienced. It made him cum way faster than normal. He let out a roared and fell back asleep.
Cody smiled.
Turk on the other hand knew he liked to get down. He had the short, chunky, yellowish-brown fag riding his dick out on the back deck. The air was humid and quiet. He sucked on the punk’s fleshy moob mounds.
“That dick is so good, Turk,” whined the newly minted nurse.
“Get dat dick, bitch! Bounce on it!”
“I love how you fuck me!”
“I know you do! You got da best pussy! Git it, Blaine!”
Blaine rode as if his life depended on it.
“Fuck, faggit! You wanna have mah baby?”
“Yes, Turk! Cum for me!”
Turk growled as he erupted.
“Oh my god, Turk!”
“Yeah! Git up! I gotta piss!”
Turk stumbled to the edge of the deck and relieved himself.
The next day, Margaux was up talking with her grandmother in the dining area of the 1,400 square-foot 3.-bedroom, 2.5-bath home. She’d moved the matriarch in with her two years ago after Margaret’s long-time significant other, Jean, passed away.
Margaret had once been married to Margaux’s maternal grandfather, Rev. Leroy Burke. She and Leroy had two girls and a boy - Lorraine, Dawn, & Joe. They lived in Cleveland.
In 1962, she was attending a soiree at the home of a friend. A member of the church congregation lived at the same apartment complex. He spied Margaret making out with another woman. He told Rev. Burke what he’d seen.
Leroy was furious and put Margaret out of their home. He divorced her and kept the c***dren from her.
Margaret moved back to Dayton where she was raised, but there was little love for her there. As a divorcee, she was shunned and unable to find work. She lived on the streets until she ran across Jean Tolbert, a 32 year-old insurance company typist. Jean took pity on her.
“You okay, Granny?”
“Oh yeah! I was just thinking,” Margaret sighed.
“About what?”
“The time me and Jean went to Niagara Falls.”
“Was it fun?”
“Very much! She was so full of life and fun.”
“You miss her?”
“Very much, baby! She was the love of my life. Never thought I’d say that out loud,” she coughed.
“It’s good to talk about it. I’m glad you two had each other.”
“Thanks, baby! It was a lot different back then,” Margarent recalled.
“I know. People were asses.”
“They still are, but yes they were.”
“You don’t have to be guarded here.”
“My k**s hated me. They thought I abandoned them. I guess I did,” she lamented.
“No, Granny. You weren’t allowed to see them. It was a choice no one should ever have to make.”
“Your mama needed me. I know that’s why she addicted to that mess.”
“That’s not your fault. There was a lot going on. Tell me about Niagara Falls.”
“Jean surprised me with the trip after I got my nursing diploma. You know, she’s the one that made me take that course. Reminds me of you and Mario,”
“I didn’t make him, Granny. I just encouraged him,” Margaux corrected the record.
“Same thing. Anyway,” the octogenarian continued. “We drove in her ‘63 Chevy Nova station wagon. We went up to Detroit and then through Canada on the way there. On the way back we came south through Buffalo and then along the coast of Lake Eerie. It was a fun trip.”
“When did her husband leave you two alone?”
“Earl never bothered us. He was one of us too. They got married to keep their families happy. He had friends of his own. He moved to St, Louis around ‘65.”
“Wow! The lengths you all had to go through just to live.”
“It was somethin’.”
“Hey, babe! Hi, Ms. Margaret,” Mario said entering the room. “Can you take me to the office? They got a move and they’re a guy short.”
“Sure,” replied Margaux. “How long will you be gone?”
“Right now a week. Could be 10 or 11 days. I’ll know more Monday.”
“You packed yet?”
“I’ma be ready in 15, Cool?”
“Yep. Just yell at me.”
“He’s a nice fellow. I’m glad you found each other,” Margaret shared,
“Likewise,” the customer service training manager opined.
Margaret thought about how she had inadequate relationships with her two living c***dren and their families. She was unsure why Margaux had reached out to her. Perhaps her granddaughter saw a similarity in their paths, but deep down she knew it was more than that. She knew Margaux had unpacked a lot of trauma via therapy.
There were times that Margaret blamed herself for the spiral of doom that happened with Dawn and passed down to Margaux. Had the sins of the mother being visited on the daughter?
“Okay, Granny! I’m gonna take him to the office now. Need anything?”
“Naw, chile! I’m gonna take a nap.”
Mario drove to the field office in his blue 2010 Ford Ranger extended cab pickup truck. “I’m gonna miss you, love!”
“Likewise,” she shared.
“When I get back I’ma get on the job hunt for something at a local restaurant.”
“Take your time. I know you wanna open your own place eventually. And the moving gig pays you well in the interim.”
“Yeah! But I wanna be next to you every night.”
“I wouldn’t complain about that.”
“You better not,” he chuckled.
They kissed and Margaux headed back home.
She decided to make a quick stop at public housing complex. She parked the vehicle and walked up to the door. She took a deep breath and knocked.
It opened and a hunched over bald man with a cool dark-brown complexion. At one time this man towered over most everyone at 6’5”.
“Well, well, well,” grinned the 66 year-old who had once been Margaux’s mother’s live in boyfriend.
Margaux said, “Hello, I was just checking on you!”
“Come on in,” he offered.
The relationship this man had with her mom was much closer to that of a pimp and his bitch.
Margaux remembered him grooming her from a young age. One afternoon when school ended, she got off the bus. Buster was home. That was the day he took the fifth grader’s virginity.
“Missed me,” the narcissistic Negro smirked.
“Hardly,” she rolled her eyes.
“Come here, Give Step-daddy a hug.” He pulled her into him.
Even at this advanced age, he was still much stronger than svelte transsexual.
“What did you want to see,” Buster inquired.
“Just to make sure things are okay,” she said.
“They would be if you’d still let me fuck you like I used to.”
“I have a man!”
“I was your man,” he pounded his fist on the tray table by his favorite chair.
“Really, Buster?”
“You know you wanted it! You were a cute li’l fag boi! Always runnin’ ‘round shakin’ dat ass.”
“You’re a mess!”
“Tell me you didn’t love it as you grew up. You used to tell me you loved me.”
“I did! Or, I thought I did.”
“You still do. You wouldn’t have come here if you didn’t.”
“For some strange reason, I still care about you,” Margaux let out a deep breath.
“It’s okay, baby girl! I got up in your head, faggit. I still live there,” he tapped his temple. “Get me a beer.”
Margaux and went over the kitchenette. She extracted a can from the fridge.
“Get one for yourself too,” the host ordered.
Margaux returned to the couch and handed Buster his beverage.
“You remember when you were 12 and your momma came home and you was just sittin’ in my lap.”
“Yeah,” she lowered her chin.
“She was pissed. Got her a rock and she was cool.”
“You moved me into y’all’s room then.”
“Sure did! Put her in the li’l ass room you had. She loved the crack. Nothing else.”
“That’s not fair, she protested. “She was addicted. I know that now.”
“Did I or did I not take care of you? Food? Clothing? Shelter?”
“Yeah for ass.”
“That’s all marriage is,” he rationalized. “You weren’t turning down the gifts.”
“No, but…”
“Then Dawn got locked up. She signed you over to me cause yo’ no-good daddy was in the pen too.”
“Yeah! It was just us,” Margaux recalled.
“Yeah! It was perfect! You were what 14 or 15 then.”
“f******n.”
“That’s right! We got the new place. Everybody knew you was my bitch too!”
“Nobody said a word.”
“It was the hood in Cleveland. People kept their mouths shut.”
“I got you that ‘90 Pontiac Grand Am when you turned 16.”
“Yep,” Margaux perked up slightly.
“You liked me buying you panties and girl clothes. Lettin’ you wear ‘em ‘round the house and shit!”
“I did,” she bit her lip and crossed her arms.
“Now, sissy boi! Don’t pout. I used to love looking at you in them lace panties. You still slim and sexy! You know dat, don’t you?”
“I guess!”
“C’mon, faggit! You know niggas like dat sweet li’l booty, but you was all mine.”
“I…”
“See what you did,” he pulled out his hard 8-inch dick.
Margaux was intimately familiar with it.
“Come taste it, sissy boi!”
Seemingly from muscle memory alone she got on her knees and crawled to him. She licked and slurped.
“That’s a good li’l fag! Come on and let Step-daddy in that sissy pussy.”
Margaux undressed and sat on the pole.
“Ah shit, pussyboi! That ass is tight,” the dom said.
“Oh my god,” she whined.
“Remember how much fun we had. Nut shootin’ everywhere.”
“Yes,” her eyes rolled back in her head.
“These li’l chocolate drop tits! I bought dem mones.”
“Yes, sir!”
“Step-daddy loved his princess boi.”
“Yes you did,” she moaned.
“And you loved me.”
“Yes!”
“Yeah, faggit! Take it like you did when you was ten!”
“Oh my god, Buster!”
“Step-daddy,” he choked her.
“Yes, Step-daddy!”
“You never told nobody. That’s how I know you loved it.”
“I did. I did,” her eyes welled.
“It’s okay! We were in love!”
Buster sucked her nipples. He unlatched and announced, “Here it comes! Drink it!”
Margaux jumped off and opened her mouth.
She cleaned up quickly and ran out the door. She cried all the way home. She tried to fix her face before going back inside.
For dinner, she ordered a pizza.
Mario called around 9:30. They spoke about nothing much for a few minutes. “Aight, sexy I better get some sleep. Love you.”
“I love you too,” she replied. “Sleep well.”
Margaux ended the call and curled up in the fetal position. She prayed for forgiveness. Then, she made a mental note to schedule a therapy session ASAP. She turned on the TV and closed her eyes. She would not be able to sleep in silence tonight.
Virginia
- 08.11.2020
- 42
- 0
