by C. Michelle
This situation has been draining, I’m just thankful Nina is aware of everything and that I no longer have to keep my distance from her. I’m tired of my loved ones having to live in hiding due to vengeful assholes.
I walk into my bedroom and see nothing. “Baby…where are you?” I hear music playing, but don’t see her. I step inside my master bath to find my lady in my tub covered in bubbles with the song, “One in a Million” by Aaliyah playing in the background and the lights dimmed low.
Nina smiles at me as she bites her bottom lip. “Hey, stranger.” She looks relaxed. “I’ve missed you. Care to join me?”
I take my time undressing. I want to savor the picture of my lady in the tub anxiously awaiting me. She’s one hell of a sight. “Do you even have to ask? Isn’t it obvious?” As soon as I remove my boxers, my stiff shaft comes to full view.
“Come here.” My lady commands. She positions herself on her knees, but remains in the tub. As I stand before her, she places both hands on my ass and pulls me towards her even more. She then licks my cock from its base to the top and twirls her tongue around the tip.
Fuck me.
“I’ve missed you so much, babe.” Nina dabs my dick with gentle kisses.
There’s nothing more empowering, yet humbling than seeing my woman on her knees for me. “I’ve missed you too, baby.”
“Get in. The water’s perfect.” She makes room for me to sit upright then lies on my chest with her back facing me.
“Babe…”
“Yesss?” I drag out the word in the form of a question.
“Tonight…I just want you to hold me.” Instantly my arms wrap around her wet, silky chest. “Actually, no. I need you to hold me.”
“Whatever you want. What’s bothering you?”
“I thought I had really lost you this time. I assumed you had lied to me. My mind ran wild while you were away from me.” She pauses for a long time wondering how to explain what is truly eating at her. “The worst part for me was thinking that you had a son by somebody else. I guess the moment Lorenzo ran up to you is when I realized that although I know neither one of us wants kids, I had assumed you would be the father of mine and I would be the only mother of yours if we changed our minds in the future. I don’t want you to ever have that bond with anyone, but me.”
I kiss her shoulder gently. “You don’t have to worry about me having kids with anyone other than you. I don’t want kids…ever. If I change my mind, you’ll be the first to know. Deal?”
“Deal. So now, tell me…what did you miss about me exactly?”
“I missed how you always place your cold feet in between mine and expect me to warm them up for you. I missed waking up and finding you completely bundled up with the exception of one bare foot that always tends to hang out. I missed seeing you in the morning with crust between your eyes.” I laugh.
“I never have crust between my eyes, liar!” Nina elbows me right in the gut.
“So violent. Okay, okay…honestly? I missed feeling your kisses in the middle of the night. Even when you’re sleeping, you kiss my chest…or my back…or my arm…sometimes, even just my hand. I love it. It makes me feel loved even when I know you’re not completely conscious, I know I’m still in your heart.”
“You are…always.” She whispers.
We continue with our light conversation and once we’re finished with our bath, we get ready for bed. She puts her hair in a bun then gets under the covers stark-naked. Right away, I join her. Nina turns her back to me giving me a flirtatious smirk. I take advantage and glide my dick on the crack of her ass leaving a trail of precum behind. I caress the flawless, delicate skin of her stomach and work my way up to her large, perfect breasts.
“Umm…not so fast, Tree Hugger. We’re not having sex tonight. You’re going to hold me, spoon me, caress me, and kiss me, but that’s it. No hanky panky tonight, Mister!”
I laugh. “No hanky panky? Deprive me from anything, but that! Why can’t we have the best of both worlds…cuddling AND hanky panky?”
“If you think I’m just going to let you get away with fucking me in prison then not calling me, texting me, or coming over like you said you were without any consequences…you have another thing coming! Hmph.” She exaggeratedly turns around for dramatic purposes.
“So, this is payback? Come on, baby.” I kiss her shoulder and beg with no shame. “My dick is as hard as a rock. Let me pet your kitty…let me taste your meow, meow…let me pound the punanni.” I look at the clock, it’s almost midnight. “Come on, baby, let me fuck the old day out of you and fuck you into tomorrow.”
“You’re not funny or clever, you know.” She’s trying her best to remain serious, but I know it’s just a matter of time before she caves.
As I remain behind her, I kiss her shoulder and work my way to her collarbone and neck. Then I massage her breasts and alternate by twisting her erect nipples. I get the effect I want and hear her moan. “Come on, baby, tell me some bow chicka wow wow doesn’t sound good right now. You know it does. How about we do the nasty? Don’t you want to be a cowgirl and ride this stallion? Or perhaps a little whoopie is more to your liking?” Now, I’m the one trying my best to keep a grave face.
“Oh, no…no…no, sir. No sucky fucky for you.”
“Baby! I want to screw you! I want to smash you! I want to ram you! I want to plow you! I want to bone you! Name it…that’s what I want to do to you! You’re giving me blue balls for fucks sake!”
“Good. I hope you learn your lesson. There will be no relations jumping off tonight. No horizontal mambo. No rocking the boat. No knockin’ the boots. Nothing. Zero. Zilch. Nada. Capisce?
“Fine. But I know you’ll be going to bed craving the ‘Dirty Dirty.’”
“Hmph.” She can’t deny the truth. The whole night she remains wrapped around me with a silly grin on her face.
The next morning, I wake up ravenous and kiss my lady’s sweet lips. “Baby, I’m hungry for your peach.” She smiles as she’s still asleep. I work my way down until I get between her legs, then…I dig in. It’s so good…I could eat her peach for hours.
“Baby, I’m hungry too.” She whines. “I want a FAT sausage with eggs. I hear they’re full of protein. Please, papi…give it to me.” My little sex kitten begs. “You know I’m all about being healthy.” She adds with devious happiness radiating off her beautiful face.
I raise my body above her and ram myself into her over and over and over again.
“Oh!” She yells. “This is…the best fuckin’ breakfast…EVER!”
I couldn’t agree with her more.
Chapter 8 (Kade)
Rotten Kids
“Kade! Are you up?” Cheesecake yells as she barges into the house with a ridiculous grin.
“I’m in the kitchen. Can you tone it down a bit? I’m still half asleep.” I complain.
She dismisses my request and continues to speak with a high tone. “I called you, but I got your voicemail. You have a doctor’s appointment today I’m sure you forgot about. I took the morning off work to accompany you. Hurry up and get ready. I call dibs on the shower first!”
“That doctor’s so boring though. He has no personality or people skills. He just has a miserable face. My wound is healing just fine. I’m not going.”
“I’m sure you’ll think of a way to fuck with him. Besides, I left my man to attend this appointment with you, so now…you’re going!” She just loves barking orders.
I give Cheesecake a long and dramatic sigh. “You. Suck.”
Once we arrive at the medical center, Nina heads to the cafeteria to grab a drink while I check in for my appointment. Shortly after I’ve registered, a nurse calls my name. I follow her to a private room and allow her to take my vital signs. A few minutes later, the doctor enters with his sour puss face. Right after he’s done examining my wound, there’s a light knock on the door and Cheesecake enters.
“May I come in?”
“Are you his wife?” The doctor a
sks.
“Ha! She wishes she could get with someone as hot as me!” I chuckle. “Nah. She’s just my sis.”
“Please come in.” The doctor moves aside to let Cheesecake have a seat.
“You’re both brother and sister?” With a doubt, he turns his statement into a question.
“Yeah, we have different dads though. My dad is the milk man and Nina’s is the mail man.” I explain.
“Our mom used to get around. Total whore.” Nina chimes in.
“Our mom used to be one of Hugh Heffner’s girlfriends and lived at the Playboy Mansion, but then she got old so he gave her the boot.” I add.
The doctor clears his throat. Clearly, we’ve made him feel uncomfortable. Mission accomplished.
It takes all my will power to refrain from bursting into laughter, but I manage to contain myself. “Back in her day, our mom was also a disco bunny at Studio 54…dancing and grooving to the jive music of the Bee Gees while snorting lines of cocaine with celebrities.” I manage to say with a straight face.
“Okay, Mr. Daly, since your wound is healing accordingly, you’re good to go unless you have any further questions.
“Nope. No questions. Thanks! Oh, and my mom owns a bakery in Little Italy. If you’re ever in the area, be sure to stop by and say hello.” I shake the doctor’s hand on my way out.
Nina smiles at him. “Oh, and if you do run into our mom, tell her I said it’s okay for you to taste her biscuits. Bye!” Nina smiles sweetly at the old man whose eyes just popped out.
We decide after our appointment to stop by Mama V’s bakery for brunch. When we arrive, she’s thrilled to see us. She stops assisting a customer and lets one of her staff to take over the order.
She rushes us with open arms. “Aww…my brats! I’m so happy to see you!”
“Us too, mom. We brought food!” Nina states excitedly.
“Awesome! Have a seat while I bring some drinks and dessert.”
We sit by the window overlooking the park across the street. Mama V returns with a tray consisting of two cannoli, a large slice of fedora, and three drinks then has a seat with us. “So tell me. How was your doctor’s appointment?”
Screw my meal. Dessert comes first when it comes to Mama V’s amazing cannoli. “My wound is healing fine. I thought the appointment was a total waste, but I’m glad I went. We talked about you to the doctor.” I take a bite of my favorite Italian pastry.
“Ugh. Don’t tell me you’re still telling people I’m in the process of a sex change.” Mama V says as she prepares to dig into her salad.
“Nope. That got old after the twentieth random person we told. Today, we just said you’re a whore.” Nina states nonchalantly.
“And that you snort lines of cocaine.” I add.
Mama V shakes her head. “You kids are rotten.”
Oh, no she didn’t. “Hey, we said you snort cocaine with CELEBRITIES. So…you’re welcome.” Some people can be so ungrateful.
“Gee…thanks. You’re stories just keep getting more and more elaborate. At least you’re not telling people I had sex with a priest in a confessional anymore or that I only have threesomes with midgets.” She tries to sound appalled and contain a smile from being revealed, but fails miserably. “There’s never a dull moment with you two.”
Nina suddenly becomes overtly excited. “OMG…it just hit me! Kade! We can finally brag about mom! Hello? She’s a cougar dating a young stud muffin! Finally! Something interesting!”
“Fuckin’ shit! Oops…sorry, mom.” I try not to curse too much around her. “I can’t believe I haven’t told anyone! I’ll get on that asap!”
During the remainder of our visit, Nina and Mama V discuss Diego, I add my two cents about Michael, Josh’s situation is mentioned, and mom opens up about her new relationship with our friend, Dillon. Then Mama V informs us that Celeste and her male friend, Michael are no longer together. She directs us not to mention him to Celeste. Overall, it’s a great time spent with my two favorite ladies. As Cheesecake and I are about to leave, Mama V hands us to two pink boxes from her bakery to take to Josh’s since we’re headed there to check up on Marisol and Lorenzo. One box has various pastries and the other is filled with different Italian cookies...Taralli, Anisette, Chocolate Toto, and Cucidati.
I look at Mama V crazy. “Mom! That’s a lot of food for only three people.”
She laughs. “Obviously, you’ve never seen Josh in action. He can eat! That boy has a mean appetite.”
“He sure does.” Cheesecake says with a smirk.
“Eww. Did you see that mom?” I point at Cheesecake. “Your daughter is being inappropriate.”
“What? Me? Noooo.”
“We all know what you meant by ‘he sure does,’ perv! No one wants to know about your freaky shenanigans with the Tree Hugger. Well, I do, but not in front of mom!” I give Mama V a sly wink.
“Okay, you two. Drive safely.” She hugs us goodbye. “I’ll be leaving in a few minutes to visit Celeste at the hospital.”
In route to Josh’s house, I pull over in front of a store and direct Cheesecake to buy a car window marker. She doesn’t ask questions and gets out to buy it. I remain in the car since I’m illegally parked at a bus stop. Once she returns, I check to see if any buses are coming, none are so I get out and head to the back of my car. Cheesecake hands me the marker. On the back of my X5’s tinted window, I write, “OUR MOM’S A COUGAR DATING A YOUNG STUD! FINALLY! WE’RE SO PROUD!”
Cheesecake snatches the marker from me then adds, “#OurMomIsCoolerThanYours” with a smiley face. “There. Much better!” She gets her phone and takes a picture. As I’m driving, she sends the picture to Mama V and posts it on Instagram, Facebook, and Twitter.
Instantly, Mama V replies. “What did she say?” I ask.
“That she’s going to choke us, but added tons of laughing emojis with her text. She’s so silly. She’s lucky to have us. Her life would be so boring otherwise!” Cheesecake jokes.
When we arrive at the Josh’s house, Nina sends Marisol a text warning her we’re outside and are coming in so that she won’t get startled. Marisol is glad to have us as company, but appears a bit nervous. I can only guess she’s struggling with her addiction, but does her best to remain strong and avoid temptation. Lorenzo immediately rushes Cheesecake and me to show us his new coloring books with a genuine smile.
Cheesecake bends down to his level and crushes him with a big hug. He rewards her with an even greater smile than before. “How are you, cutie? We couldn’t wait to see you so we brought you some special treats.” Cheesecake turns to Marisol and asks if it’s okay for him to have a cookie. Marisol lightly nods her head. “Yaaaay! Your mom said you can have one!”
“Hey, what’s up little man? How about you give me a high five?” When he reaches over to slap my hand I instantly remove my hand not allowing him to slap it. I notice he gets a kick out of being tricked so I do it a few more times. His posture changes to a determined one so I finally cave and let him slap my hand. He’s so excited he grabs my hand and pulls me into the living room. “Hey, Cheesecake…how bout you ladies bring us men some milk and cookies? Right, little man?” He nods his head enthusiastically.
“Okay!” Cheesecake smiles at Lorenzo lovingly. “Marisol, can you give me a hand please?” That’s code for girl talk.
“Of course.” Marisol replies.
Lorenzo and I spend our time coloring and watching a cartoon of kid pirates. He loves it. I ask him questions and he either nods or shakes his head as a response. Although Lorenzo doesn’t speak, he can be very animated and I find myself truly enjoying his company as we eat our snack in front of the TV.
My heart breaks for Lorenzo when I imagine everything Daniel put him through. To think of how he beat Lorenzo and Marisol so savagely makes me recall my own tortured childhood. Unfortunately, I didn’t have anyone who came to my rescue. I did have neighbors who took pity on me from time to time and fed me. I’ll never forget their graciousness because they ga
ve me food during a time when they had nothing to give. The woman who gave me life, also made it hell for me. She hated me. She told me every single day how worthless I was and how much she regretted having me. She brought various men in and out of my life all worse than the previous one. Too many nights I would get beat for crying…crying from stomach pains due to starvation. My mother never had money for food, but she always managed to buy new things for herself. After all, she had to look good to get attention from men who usually only used her for a night or two. I’m glad Lorenzo now has us and no matter what happens, I will never allow anyone to put him through the abuse I suffered at his age. His mom better get her shit together sooner rather than later. I try to block Marisol from my mind since all I tend to do is judge her. I don’t know her story and I’m no one to judge, but it kills me to see her little boy be so traumatized that he doesn’t speak.
After an hour of hanging out, it’s time for me to drop Cheesecake off at work. We say our goodbyes, but before leaving she promises Lorenzo she’ll be back in the evening with a little surprise just for him. Lorenzo’s eyes get bigger with enthusiasm, I didn’t think that was possible since he already has the biggest, most adorable eyes I’ve ever seen.
A week has passed since Cheesecake and Josh got back together. All is great in their world. Marisol and Lorenzo will get to move into their new place in a few days. Lorenzo has become somewhat of a celebrity within our small family, both Mama V and Celeste fell in love with him the instant they met him. I’ve progressed from walking to lightly jogging. The pain from my wound decreases daily as I become stronger. I’m back to my whorish ways and loving every minute of it. Normalcy is finally back in our lives.
“Cheesecake! Hurry up, already! What’s taking you so long?”
“Sheesh! I’m ready, I’m ready. The alcohol isn’t going anywhere! So, what do you think?” Cheesecake spins around to show off her outfit. Today, she’s wearing black capri pants and a black v-neck fitted t-shirt that reads, “Drink up, Bitches!” in white lettering over a green shamrock. She has her hair in a neat sock bun with very subtle makeup.
