Page 7 of Our Mother's Sons

“I’m so glad you got out the other night, cousin.”

Biting down on a greasy chicken wing, I held back the scoff.

“I tell you what, that’s the last time I let you send me out,” I sassed with a mouth full of food. If my Madea were alive, she would have reached into my mouth and snatched the food out of it with the way I was scoffing down the dead animal. That lady didn’t play about table manners. Her clocking us when we smacked our lips wrong used to get on my cousin’s and my nerves when we were kids.

“Girl, please! You had a good time! We got so fucking lit in that bitch! Ohh and that nigga! That nigga was so fucking fine! He was riding clean, too! I been waiting for you to lock them books up all day so that you could tell me about your night! I let you make it yesterday because I was nursing a hangover myself, but that’s a wrap. Spill it bitch!”

Even though I was eating on a chicken bone while sitting on an empty beach with a killer view, my stomach soured at the thought ofthat night,and my headache that seemed like it was just about to fade intensified. My cousin swore up and down Don Julio would give me a relaxed feel. But, yesterday when I looked back at her stories on snapchat from our night while on my thirty minute lunchbreak I saw wasn’t shit about the way I actedrelaxed. I showed my natural black ass.

“Did I tell you how much I hate you?”

My appetite was officially gone, and I knew the food would be forgotten when I got home, so I stood, walked the short distance to the trash to toss it, and headed to the shoreline. I left my purse and towel planted in the sand, but I wasn’t worried because I hadn’t ventured far, nor did anyone frequent this side of the beach. It was about a fifteen-minute walk from the bookstore, Reader’s Paradise, where I was the store manager. Even though my feet were on fire, I enjoyed the walk. I welcomed it even. The sun had set, but the moon hadn’t appeared yet. Looking out into the water, the sky fading from blue, to grey, to orange, and meeting right at the aqua waters was one that I could never tire of. Most people who had been born and raised in Ausnor didn’t visit any of the beaches at all once they reached adulthood. Many of us were burnt out from family reunions and field trips to the beach growing up, but not me. I visited the beach every single day. Even if I was fully clothed without sunscreen, a bathing suit, or a towel, I came. It was nothing like feeling the hot sand underneath your feet, and when it became too unbearable, I would walk into the water, not caring if it soiled my pants. My cousin Baela who I was currently pissed at didn’t do the water like I did. It was fine; I truly enjoyed my alone time with the ocean.

“You couldn’t hate me if someone paid you a million dollars to do so. Now, tell me all about the fine ass Nipsey Hussle look alike. He walked with a limp so I know that dick is long.”

“Ha,” tossing my head back, I laughed. Not caring that I was wearing a long skirt, I walked into the water, and its coolness caused me to shiver.

“You funny. And with the way my feet hurting and these bills piling up, I will most definitely hate you for a million dollars.”

My body burned in remembrance of all the things I’d experienced. You would have thought it happened last night because my girl was still sore. Thinking about him was something I didn’t want to do. I didn’t want to go down that hole because I should never have gone home with him. But I knew Baela wouldn’t let up. I was surprised she’d even waited this long to get the details.

“That man doesn’t look shit like Nipsey Hussle.”

“Stop acting like the great late Nipsey wasn’t fine.”

“Never said he wasn’t, but that man didn’t look like him,” I drawled.

One would have thought I was too drunk to remember what my one-night stand looked like due to how many shots I took. But I remembered. My cousin would have never let me hop on the side of his pretty ass two seater had I been incoherent. I was drunk, not sloppy. Drunk and horny and that man had given me way more than what I fucking bargained for.

“Come onnnn. You know my man is locked the fuck up and won’t see the light of day outside of the prison yard for the next three years. My coochie so sick of me and that rose that she’s damn near raw from all the simulation of the silicon. Tell me what happened and do not leave a detail out.”

Baela’s fiancé, Riker, was locked up and had been for the last two years. He’d been facing twenty years due to a trafficking charge but Tony who was the best damn lawyer in the city had gotten him down to five. Baela was pissed that her man had to do time at all but, five was a hell of a lot better than twenty and Riker shared my exact sentiments. I couldn’t wait until Riker touched down because there was no way I was going to let my pussy be used as a decoy for Baela. She was loyal as she should be because Riker had been taking care of her since we were seventeen. He was still taking care of her behind bars. Baela had a career as a RN where she made damn good money and let her tell it she was only working all those twelve hour shifts so that she didn’t run through Riker’s funds. That man’s operation was still being run while he was in jail. He still had his trap houses, and his guys brought Baela money every week. He wasn’t running out of money, but I commended her. The three thousand square foot home they shared was paid off in full, and so was Baela’s Lexus truck. She didn’t have any bills. Their money was stacking, and the fact that she would rather work than spend her man’s coins was commendable. But, with the way my feet were barking, if my man had left me some money, I would maybe work part-time.Fuck that.

“It’s not much to tell. We were both drunk, so when he pulled up to his house, we had sex. He did have a big dick. It was almost too big. I nutted, he nutted, then we passed out. Thankfully, my bladder woke me up because I had to open the store. I ordered an Uber and got out of there.”

“Uggh. You make shit sound so boring. So, y’all didn’t do no foreplay? No rubbing, kissing, or touching. He just bent your ass over like a dog and took the pussy?”

“What? You make it seem like I got assaulted. No, we did not kiss. I have no idea where that man’s mouth has been. You were at the club, so you can attest that we both were drunk. You know how I am off the liquor. I don’t need no foreplay when I’m intoxicated.”

Lie. I lied through my fucking teeth. That man slobbered all over me like we were standing at the altar. With the way he was sucking on my face I just knew the pussy eating skills were immaculate. Not only did I omit the kissing, I also left out the part where he most definitely didn’t hit me from the back like I expected. He wanted me on top of him doing splits and shit like I was one of those dancers from the Pleasure Pad and then he got on top. We also had foreplay. He sucked my titties so hard that he left passion marks all over them. He’d even marked up my neck and jaw so much that I had to use makeup. I oversaw the busiest bookstore in Ausnor, and being so close to the beach, we received a certain caliber of customers. Today, we had an author who had a New York Times bestselling kids' book on tour at the store, and we were swamped.’ There was no way I was showing up to work with hickies.

“Yeah, you were definitely freaked out that night.”

“I was not! Oh he did ask me to dance for him-”

“Pwwwwuah,” Baela’s dramatic ass spit out whatever it was she was drinking. More than likely, tea to help her sleep since tomorrow starts the first of her three twelve-hour shifts. Sometimes she even did ten-day stretches where she worked full shifts. Again, she was better than me.

“Not he asked your non dancing ass for a show!”

My cheeks warmed in embarrassment as I looked down at my skirt floating in the current. I was only in the water up to my ankles, but that was enough to cause a weight on my clothing.

“I must’ve done a good job because he threw money on me and everything. Now that I think about it, I’m mad I left it on the floor.”

When I woke up in my right mind, I was only worried about getting the hell out of that man’s house. Seeing him while he was sober, long dick stuck to his thigh with our dried juices on it had me wanting to take another ride on him. But I refrained. There was no damn way I broke my yearlong celibacy on a stranger. Granted, he wasn’t my first one-night stand. Baela sent me out years ago when Riker first got locked up but that sexcapade was one that I’d forgotten over the years. I didn’t even count that man as a body. When I told her how terrible the sex was, she had the nerve to say to me that she would be better at selecting my next victim. What? Thankfully I got in a relationship shortly after thinking that was going to save my cooch but that relationship turned out to be the one from hell.

In my relationship, I took a page out of my cousin’s book and was just as faithful as her, but before that, she was hyping me to show the men my mama made a hoe. I liked sex just as much as the next woman, but I could never hoe the cat out. I’d only had six partners my entire life and compared to some women out here in Ausnor, that was damn good especially since monster dick made the sixth.

“The more I listen to this story, the more I want to kick your ass. Cousin! I checked your location, and when I picked up my grocery order earlier, I drove by his house. I wanted to go by yesterday but my fucking head was spinning. Anywayyyys. That bitch is nicccceeeee! He lives right on the ocean. You know how much you like the beach. Auntie should have named your ass Flounder.”

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