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“You ready, mom,” called out Ashton Bailey. The 19 year-old was just finishing a bowl of apple cinnamon flavored breakfast cereal.
“Three minutes,” yelled Sharonda Trotter from the tight bathroom of the 572 square foot tiny house.
“I’ll be in the car,” the son remarked after rinsing off the dishes. He headed outside and started their gray 2014 Honda Insight hybrid hatchback.
Sharonda ran her fingers through her shoulder-length honey-blonde weave and smacked her lips as she looked in the mirror. She went over to the kitchenette. The five-foot-three, 135-pound, mahogany-skinned woman with a silver undertone grabbed a granola bar and a bottle of water. She picked up her backpack and exited the house.
Ashton drove slowly to the campus of the community college where both were in their second semester of the associate’s degree in nursing program. Today, they had anatomy & physiology and English composition classes.
“Are we hanging out tomorrow night,” asked Sharonda.
“Absolutely,” smiled Ashton.
Sharonda got pregnant when she was fifteen and gave birth not long after turning 16. Thanks to her parents assisting with her infant, she was able to graduate high school. Sharonda started working as a receptionist to pay the bills. She had always been open with her son and they were almost best friends.
Sharonda had a new age outlook on life. She ate fish, but no other forms of meat. Her diet consisted mainly of nuts, fruits, grains, and veggies. She was interested in making as small an imprint as possible which is why she and Ashton lived in a 26-by-22 tiny house.
At the moment, they both had part-time federal work study jobs. Ashton was employed as an attendant at the campus fitness center which was also open to the general public. Sharonda was assigned to business office where she was an information clerk.
“Have you talked to your dad,” the mother inquired.
“Yeah! He called me yesterday,” Ashton shared.
“How’s he doing?”
“He’s fine.”
“Do you wanna go see him?”
“I probably should. Maybe in a couple months for his birthday.”
“That’ll be nice. He’ll like that.”
Ashton’s father, Rodrick Bailey, was serving a life sentence for murder. He and Sharonda fucked like rabbits back in the day. He was hung like a mule and knew how to use it.
Sharonda imagined he was sticking it to some prison bitch on the regular.
When their classes wrapped up, Sharonda and Ashton went to the cafeteria to have lunch. The 35 year-old ordered cheese manicotti with marinara sauce and a chocolate chip cookie. The effeminate son chose a cold cut sub sandwich and fries.
As Sharonda filled her cup with lemonade, one of the food prep workers approached her. “Wassup girl,” he spoke.
“Hi, Ant! How are you,” she beamed.
“Good, ma! You?”
“I’m fine. Thanks!”
“I can still chill wit y’all tomorrow night?”
“Of course!”
“What I need to bring?”
“You know what I like,” she winked.
“Bet. What time?”
“Around 8:00. Cool?”
“Hell yeah, guhl! I’ma see y’all den!”
Anitiere Doss marched away with considerable swag. He was tall and slim with obsidian skin and cornrows. Like many of the dudes working in the cafeteria, he was an ex-convict. At 32 years of age, he was the father of six c***dren by five different women. The thought of tomorrow night’s hook up was too much for him. He had to go to the restroom to jack his dick real quick.
Sharonda joined Ashton and three other nursing students at a table.
“Miss Sharonda,” started one. “Can I be your lab partner?”
Ashton shot his mom a glance.
“That’s fine,” the woman replied.
The group finished eating. Sharonda headed off to the business office.
Ashton went to the fitness center. He changed out of his red-and-white bandana print short sleeve button down shirt and into a royal blue polo with the school logo. He clocked in and went to make sure there were enough fresh towels in the various locations. Next, he sweep up trash in one of the hallways. Coming back to the front, he ran into Tyree Mapp.
Tyree was one of the school’s athletic trainers. The brown-skinned man kept a neat and trim short haircut. He also had a well-groomed goatee. His body was a fit, t****zoid shape. “Hey, Ash!”
“Hi, Tyree! How’s it going?”
“Pretty good. You?”
“I’m fine. You playing spades with us tomorrow night.”
“Hell yeah! I can’t wait!”
“Nor can I.”
“I gotta run. See you later.”
“Okay, bye,” said Ashton. He watched the handsome man walk away and imagined him in just a pair of trunk underwear.
Unbeknownst to Ashton, Tyree was also thinking of him in the same way.
Tyree could see the cute, bronze-skinned guy with defined pecs and flat tummy in a pastel jock strap. He wanted so badly to put his dick in the flaming faggot’s bubble booty. He sighed. It would have to wait until tomorrow. Unlike Antiere, Tyree was married. The 27 year-old and his Lebanese-American wife had a toddler.
That evening, Sharonda and Ashton were at home studying. Ashton decided to turn in early. Their bedrooms were at the back of the small abode. There was a pocket door that led to the sleeping quarters. Ashton’s area was to the right. It was separated from Sharonda’s by a wall that extended half the length. Each of them, had a full-size bed.
Friday morning came. Neither of them had classes. Sharonda was up early. She went to the store to pick up some items for the evening. She purchased some processed cheese product, turkey sausage, Rotel tomatoes, tortilla chips, pizza rolls, and big bottle of Mos**to.
When Sharonda got back home, she pulled out both of her slow cookers. She brown the turkey sausage in a pan then constructed the dip - one with the meat, the other without. She cleaned up her mess and sat on the couch. She flipped on the TV and decided to catch up on her favorite reality show.
Ashton was awake, but still in bed. He was playing with his phone and messaging a couple of sexy young thugs. They were sending him dick pics and stoke vids. Ashton was sharing images of his peachy derriere and hairy butt hole.
One of them wrote:
-Like I said. I ain’t never fucked no dude. But I’ll fuck da shit outta you.
Ashton replied:
-Yeah nigga! I want you to beat this boipussy up.
The day wore on.
Sharonda and Ashton prepped for their guests.
She wore a blue tie-dye print off-the-shoulder short dress and silver gladiator sandals.
Ashton had on a purple metallic cropped tank top, medium-wash frayed-hem daisy dukes, and rainbow ankle socks.
Tyree pulled up outside first. He armed the alarm of his black 2013 Ford Flex. He carried a brown paper bag with whiskey in it.
Ant arrived ten minutes later in a hoopty - a green 1994 Buick Skylark.
Sharonda let Ant inside. He began to roll a couple blunts.
Ashton threw the pizza rolls in the oven.
Tyree poured drinks.
They smoked, snacked, and drank as they played cards. Sharonda and Ashton were a team of course.
Sharonda and Ashton won.
“Y’all ready,” inquired Sharonda.
“Yeah,” Ant stated.
“Yep,” added Tyree.
The Negroes pulled out their dicks. Sharonda started sucking Ant. Ashton knelt before Tyree. The cocksuckers swapped places a couple of times before leading the men to their beds.
Antiere went left with Sharonda. He pushed his massive 11-inch dick inside her wet snatch from the back. He smacked her soft, jiggly onion booty as she threw it back on his sex.
Tyree was on the right with his 9-inch cock stuffed in Ashton’s tight brown rectum.
“Fuck me,” cried Sharonda. “Gimme that big dick, nigga!”
“Yeah, bitch! Dis pussy good!”
“You like it, nigga!”
“Hell yeah! I love fuckin’ you and yo’ punk ass faggit son!”
Tyree grunted, “Damn, faggit! Squeeze this dick!”
“Oh, daddy! Fuck me,” begged Ashton.
“Yeah, you pretty ass bottom boi!”
“That’s what you like, ain’t it?”
“You know it!”
Eventually the two men exchanged places. Antiere had Ashton riding him. Tyree banged Sharonda in missionary position.
“Stroke yo’ dick, faggit,” Ant demanded. “Make dat clit cum for a nigga!”
Ashton jerked his hard, thick 8-inch tool.
“Nut on my chest, bitch boi,” barked the cook.
Sharonda moaned as she took the pounding from Tyree. “Oh shit, Ash! This nigga is killing my pussy!”
“Good deal, mom! Ant is tearing me up!”
“Yeah, I’m plowing your mama’s pussy, Ashton,” huffed Tyree as sweat dripped from his forehead.
“Y’all some nasty hoes,” declared Ant. “I love dis shit!”
“Fuck me, Ant,” cried Ashton.
Ashton tensed.
“Yeah, faggit,” Ant howled. “Skeet. Shoot dat shit.”
Ashton’s cum went everywhere. “Ahhhhhh!”
“Good boi,” Sharonda smiled.
“You gonna swallow my nut, bitch,” Tyree checked.
“Yes, sir!”
Tyree pulled out and jack off down Sharonda’s throat.
Antiere let his baby batter flood Ashton’s supple hole.
Tyree had to get back home before it got too late.
Antiere fucked Sharonda once more before he left and made Ashton suck the pussy juices off his rod before leaving a load in queer mama's boi’s mouth.
“Three minutes,” yelled Sharonda Trotter from the tight bathroom of the 572 square foot tiny house.
“I’ll be in the car,” the son remarked after rinsing off the dishes. He headed outside and started their gray 2014 Honda Insight hybrid hatchback.
Sharonda ran her fingers through her shoulder-length honey-blonde weave and smacked her lips as she looked in the mirror. She went over to the kitchenette. The five-foot-three, 135-pound, mahogany-skinned woman with a silver undertone grabbed a granola bar and a bottle of water. She picked up her backpack and exited the house.
Ashton drove slowly to the campus of the community college where both were in their second semester of the associate’s degree in nursing program. Today, they had anatomy & physiology and English composition classes.
“Are we hanging out tomorrow night,” asked Sharonda.
“Absolutely,” smiled Ashton.
Sharonda got pregnant when she was fifteen and gave birth not long after turning 16. Thanks to her parents assisting with her infant, she was able to graduate high school. Sharonda started working as a receptionist to pay the bills. She had always been open with her son and they were almost best friends.
Sharonda had a new age outlook on life. She ate fish, but no other forms of meat. Her diet consisted mainly of nuts, fruits, grains, and veggies. She was interested in making as small an imprint as possible which is why she and Ashton lived in a 26-by-22 tiny house.
At the moment, they both had part-time federal work study jobs. Ashton was employed as an attendant at the campus fitness center which was also open to the general public. Sharonda was assigned to business office where she was an information clerk.
“Have you talked to your dad,” the mother inquired.
“Yeah! He called me yesterday,” Ashton shared.
“How’s he doing?”
“He’s fine.”
“Do you wanna go see him?”
“I probably should. Maybe in a couple months for his birthday.”
“That’ll be nice. He’ll like that.”
Ashton’s father, Rodrick Bailey, was serving a life sentence for murder. He and Sharonda fucked like rabbits back in the day. He was hung like a mule and knew how to use it.
Sharonda imagined he was sticking it to some prison bitch on the regular.
When their classes wrapped up, Sharonda and Ashton went to the cafeteria to have lunch. The 35 year-old ordered cheese manicotti with marinara sauce and a chocolate chip cookie. The effeminate son chose a cold cut sub sandwich and fries.
As Sharonda filled her cup with lemonade, one of the food prep workers approached her. “Wassup girl,” he spoke.
“Hi, Ant! How are you,” she beamed.
“Good, ma! You?”
“I’m fine. Thanks!”
“I can still chill wit y’all tomorrow night?”
“Of course!”
“What I need to bring?”
“You know what I like,” she winked.
“Bet. What time?”
“Around 8:00. Cool?”
“Hell yeah, guhl! I’ma see y’all den!”
Anitiere Doss marched away with considerable swag. He was tall and slim with obsidian skin and cornrows. Like many of the dudes working in the cafeteria, he was an ex-convict. At 32 years of age, he was the father of six c***dren by five different women. The thought of tomorrow night’s hook up was too much for him. He had to go to the restroom to jack his dick real quick.
Sharonda joined Ashton and three other nursing students at a table.
“Miss Sharonda,” started one. “Can I be your lab partner?”
Ashton shot his mom a glance.
“That’s fine,” the woman replied.
The group finished eating. Sharonda headed off to the business office.
Ashton went to the fitness center. He changed out of his red-and-white bandana print short sleeve button down shirt and into a royal blue polo with the school logo. He clocked in and went to make sure there were enough fresh towels in the various locations. Next, he sweep up trash in one of the hallways. Coming back to the front, he ran into Tyree Mapp.
Tyree was one of the school’s athletic trainers. The brown-skinned man kept a neat and trim short haircut. He also had a well-groomed goatee. His body was a fit, t****zoid shape. “Hey, Ash!”
“Hi, Tyree! How’s it going?”
“Pretty good. You?”
“I’m fine. You playing spades with us tomorrow night.”
“Hell yeah! I can’t wait!”
“Nor can I.”
“I gotta run. See you later.”
“Okay, bye,” said Ashton. He watched the handsome man walk away and imagined him in just a pair of trunk underwear.
Unbeknownst to Ashton, Tyree was also thinking of him in the same way.
Tyree could see the cute, bronze-skinned guy with defined pecs and flat tummy in a pastel jock strap. He wanted so badly to put his dick in the flaming faggot’s bubble booty. He sighed. It would have to wait until tomorrow. Unlike Antiere, Tyree was married. The 27 year-old and his Lebanese-American wife had a toddler.
That evening, Sharonda and Ashton were at home studying. Ashton decided to turn in early. Their bedrooms were at the back of the small abode. There was a pocket door that led to the sleeping quarters. Ashton’s area was to the right. It was separated from Sharonda’s by a wall that extended half the length. Each of them, had a full-size bed.
Friday morning came. Neither of them had classes. Sharonda was up early. She went to the store to pick up some items for the evening. She purchased some processed cheese product, turkey sausage, Rotel tomatoes, tortilla chips, pizza rolls, and big bottle of Mos**to.
When Sharonda got back home, she pulled out both of her slow cookers. She brown the turkey sausage in a pan then constructed the dip - one with the meat, the other without. She cleaned up her mess and sat on the couch. She flipped on the TV and decided to catch up on her favorite reality show.
Ashton was awake, but still in bed. He was playing with his phone and messaging a couple of sexy young thugs. They were sending him dick pics and stoke vids. Ashton was sharing images of his peachy derriere and hairy butt hole.
One of them wrote:
-Like I said. I ain’t never fucked no dude. But I’ll fuck da shit outta you.
Ashton replied:
-Yeah nigga! I want you to beat this boipussy up.
The day wore on.
Sharonda and Ashton prepped for their guests.
She wore a blue tie-dye print off-the-shoulder short dress and silver gladiator sandals.
Ashton had on a purple metallic cropped tank top, medium-wash frayed-hem daisy dukes, and rainbow ankle socks.
Tyree pulled up outside first. He armed the alarm of his black 2013 Ford Flex. He carried a brown paper bag with whiskey in it.
Ant arrived ten minutes later in a hoopty - a green 1994 Buick Skylark.
Sharonda let Ant inside. He began to roll a couple blunts.
Ashton threw the pizza rolls in the oven.
Tyree poured drinks.
They smoked, snacked, and drank as they played cards. Sharonda and Ashton were a team of course.
Sharonda and Ashton won.
“Y’all ready,” inquired Sharonda.
“Yeah,” Ant stated.
“Yep,” added Tyree.
The Negroes pulled out their dicks. Sharonda started sucking Ant. Ashton knelt before Tyree. The cocksuckers swapped places a couple of times before leading the men to their beds.
Antiere went left with Sharonda. He pushed his massive 11-inch dick inside her wet snatch from the back. He smacked her soft, jiggly onion booty as she threw it back on his sex.
Tyree was on the right with his 9-inch cock stuffed in Ashton’s tight brown rectum.
“Fuck me,” cried Sharonda. “Gimme that big dick, nigga!”
“Yeah, bitch! Dis pussy good!”
“You like it, nigga!”
“Hell yeah! I love fuckin’ you and yo’ punk ass faggit son!”
Tyree grunted, “Damn, faggit! Squeeze this dick!”
“Oh, daddy! Fuck me,” begged Ashton.
“Yeah, you pretty ass bottom boi!”
“That’s what you like, ain’t it?”
“You know it!”
Eventually the two men exchanged places. Antiere had Ashton riding him. Tyree banged Sharonda in missionary position.
“Stroke yo’ dick, faggit,” Ant demanded. “Make dat clit cum for a nigga!”
Ashton jerked his hard, thick 8-inch tool.
“Nut on my chest, bitch boi,” barked the cook.
Sharonda moaned as she took the pounding from Tyree. “Oh shit, Ash! This nigga is killing my pussy!”
“Good deal, mom! Ant is tearing me up!”
“Yeah, I’m plowing your mama’s pussy, Ashton,” huffed Tyree as sweat dripped from his forehead.
“Y’all some nasty hoes,” declared Ant. “I love dis shit!”
“Fuck me, Ant,” cried Ashton.
Ashton tensed.
“Yeah, faggit,” Ant howled. “Skeet. Shoot dat shit.”
Ashton’s cum went everywhere. “Ahhhhhh!”
“Good boi,” Sharonda smiled.
“You gonna swallow my nut, bitch,” Tyree checked.
“Yes, sir!”
Tyree pulled out and jack off down Sharonda’s throat.
Antiere let his baby batter flood Ashton’s supple hole.
Tyree had to get back home before it got too late.
Antiere fucked Sharonda once more before he left and made Ashton suck the pussy juices off his rod before leaving a load in queer mama's boi’s mouth.
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