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Grandma's Keen Eyes IV
Diamante was kissing my lips
when my eyes locked on Grandma. I felt dirty, betrayed, disgusted. Dirty, because I shouldn't have been doing this in Grandma's room. Maybe she felt like I tarnished her most sacred place, as much as she loved her room. The decades of art, furniture with clawed feet. Oriental rugs, fancy drapes with the huge golden tassles hanging with fierce abandon.
I felt betrayed because her TV was never broken, the cable had never gone out. She destroyed it herself, to trap me and Diamante in the same room so she could see if fire works sparked. I felt like a lab rat, her curiosity not only killing the cat but slaugtering the beast deep within me, the selfish prick who had to have what he wanted when and how he wanted without questions. I was disgusted, because, why would my grandma want to see me in action? What was she going to get from this? She always protected me, always had faith in me. She never sided with people. Even when she once suspected me of being bisexual, I brought so many Hoes around and fucked them in the back basement (which she heard through her thin room walls) she never lost faith in me again.
And now this.
She wanted a show and I was going to give her one. Fuck it. I was a thug. Gangstah. I never backed down. I didn't care who's house it was anymore, I felt liek I was grown, I shouldn't have to explain what I did or justified my actions. I remembered when I was seven years old and I was painting Grandma for Mother's Day. I didn't have a job of course and I didn't have any money so I felt that drawing her with different color crayons would be equivical of money spent for a statuette or something of value. She watched me draw the shapes, color the eyes black, draw the hair orage. Color the skin brown. She was smiling, patting me on the head, telling me that was the best Mama's day gift ever. It built me up, gave me a boast of confidence that I could take on the world with a rookie spirit and the strength of Hercules.
This was so unlike those times, yet she watched me slid my dick inside Diamante and I was tapping it from the back, bringing him ecstacy. I was loving this niggah, moving with him, moving as one. I fucked him like I fucked the Hoes in this very house over the years. And Grandma knew this dick dripped venom 'cause I had those Hoes singing songs Jodeci never thought up.
Now this niggah sung 'em. I was entranced by his voice, the deepness, the depth. He drove me wild the way he said my name, told me to fuck him, begging me to do it to him good. "Please don't fuck me like a bitch, dawg!" He shouted in pure pleasure, as I moved deeper into his warm, invitingly beautiful flesh. Ever the aggressor, I pulled him up to me, hugging him tightly as his ass twirled on my shaft, and I could feel his tight walls gripping at me, bringing me pleasure. I was sucking the back of his neck, my eyes locked on Grandma's. She had tears falling, I had tears falling. Our eyes spoke. How could you? Her eyes asked vehemently, and my eyes, saddened, were stubborn sonsofbitches. They said, "You shouldn't have set me up."
I watched her stand up. She watched me pound Diamante so hard he started whimpering how much he needed me, he think he loved me so I fucked him harder, his nipples swelling. I was pinching them, tapping that ass, my nuts dancing to the tune of our fucking. I felt I needed him, didn't want to let me go. Not one thought of the niggah at home, sleeping in my bed. He was out, and Diamante was out of his life as well becuase I just turned this Top of a niggah into a submissive bottom.
Diamante was losing all inhibitions. "Get it, baby get it," Diamante said, I felt him tense up. "I'm about to explode," and I said, smiling, eyeing Grandma, "Let it go, all over this carpet."
I glared at her, becomign a monster, hitting his G spot so hard and fast he put his face down on the floor and kept the jiggling ass up as he exploded, moaning my name, I felt his walls gripping sporadically at my dick as I began to explode myself, my lips parted, my eyes locked on Grandma. In complete silence, almost like a zombie, she shook her head, cautiously closed the door all the way and I fell over on top of Diamante, spent, breathing hard and sweating.
Wondering what Grandma was going to do once I cleaned myself up.
Grandma whipped out her cell and
called her house phone. It wailed throughout the house. Devastated her grandson would actually fuck another man in her room, she lowered herself onto the edge of the bed in the guest room, leaning over to rub her forehead. Her skin crawled. She had fresh tears falling down her face, she would never again look at him the same. In a relationship with Pauline, and screwing men behind her back. She eyed his framed photos on the nightstand. This guest room used to be his room when he was growing up. She spoiled him, gave him what he wanted. Next to the phone was the 5X7 photo of Arttis when he graduated Pre-K. She shook from his amazing smile and his sparkling light brown eyes.
She picked it up and threw it into the wall, it shattered and fell to the floor.
Someone answered. "Pauline, that's you?" she asked, whispering.
"Yea, Grandma, where are you?"
Grandma heard soft rock in the background. She smiled a tad, thinking about Pauline and another set-up. "In the bathroom."
"Are you ok? You don't sound like yourself."
"Listen...Could you go into my bedroom and get me a roll of toilet paper and bring it to me, please?"
"I'm going right now, where is it exactly?"
She smiled evilly. "In my bedroom closet, hurry."
And she hung up.
Samuel, Ed, Hanna and Pauline were
in a heated conversation.
"I love my man, he is good to me, Chile," said Pauline, wondering why no one ate her food. She spent an hour and a half cooking all that food and no one wanted it. The food was then packed up and taken to the shelter down the street, and when the manager, Mr. Tibbs, asked Hanna, "Did Pauline cook this?" and Hanna said, indiscreetly, "Yeah," even the crack heads, dop eheads, drug addicts and Mr. Tibbs said, "No thanks, we rather strave," and Hanna laughed all the way to the nearest dumpster and threw out $389 worth of untouched food.
"We know," said Hanna, drinking a Budlight from the bottle. Sitting at the dining table, she looked over the cards in her hand. They were playing spades, with soft rock playing from the stereo in the background. "You always brag about him."
Pauline looked at her spades partner, Samuel, the blabber mouth. Two framed photos of Tupac hung on the wall behind him. Grandma loved Tupac but didn't listen to his music, she bought the book of poetry instead. Samuel renigged about three times, causing them to lose about eighty points. They were playing for money. "Its your play."
Samuel snorted, "I know, I'm try'na see what I'm gonna throw out." He eyed the three hundred bucks in ones, fives, tens and twenties in the middle of the table, he needed that money so he could go buy some pussy and secretly go buy some dick from Tommy the Dope Boy, his male fuck buddy on the DownLo. Tommy charged him a hundred dollars to fuck Samuel in the ass once a week.
Pauline was snapping her fingers to Elton John, and everyone else at the table didn't like Elton. "You got an Ace of Hearts throw it out, damn," shot Pauline, sipping her Paul Masson, her fourth glass. She was tipsy. They all were tipsy.
"No board talking," snapped Ed, looking at Pauline. "You know you ain't right." He took a hefty seig of his Paul Masson mixed with Hennessy and Cranberry juice, his cell phone vibrating on the table.
Pauline pulled on her cigarette. "Nah, you ain't right for fucking that girl who works at Verizon Wireless to get a discount on your phone."
Ed read his text message: When you coming to get this pussy? My husband will be home in three hours. Get back at me. Mz. Pretty Puzzy.
Without much thought, Samuel threw out the Ace of Heart. Hanna threw out the King of Hearts, the last Heart in her hand. Ed threw out the three of Hearts and Pauline threw out the Jack of Hearts. Pauline and Sam won the book.
Another text came through. Ed read it: And bring some rubbers. Not those Trojans, too small for your dick. Bring the magnums. Yea, niggah and beat this pussy into remission.
"Ya'll, I'm putting this hand down," said Pauline, wondering where her man was. Ed smiled to himself. "Grandma asked me to bring her something so I'll be back." She stood up from the table, damn near staggering, pulling down her mini skirt, almost showing off her crotchless panties.
Ed said, "Bitch hurry up and get back." His dick hardening from the text message, he picked up the phone and typed, "Bitch go use your vibrator, I'm with family suck a dick and croak, Ho!" Then he hit "Send," laughing to himself. He was tired of the same ole pussy anyway, plus she couldn't take dick.
Hanna was laughing, "Yea so ya'll can get ya'll ass whipped."
Ed sent another text: And Ho I'm going to fuck Jazmine tonight and let her suck your pussy off my dick with those alligator lips she got, but she got good tongue. Peace, I'm out, Bitch! And I do know where your hubby works. Don't make me go buy a Big Mac while he on duty...
Samuel downed the rest of his drink and snapped, "Turn that Elton Fag shit off and put on some 50 Cent."
"Niggah you too old for 50 Cent," snapped Pauline, walking towards the stairs.
"Nah. He losing in CD sales, talking 'bout it Kayne West sell more than him he g'on quit rap. Kayne's winning, I heard on the news he sold like over 400,000 copies on the first day of release yesterday...50 needs to retire. I hate that non-rappin' Curious George punk looking bitch. And didn't Mya the singer who look like Beyonce on crack say he fucked Lloyd Banks in the ass, putting him in a Young Buck?" asked Hanna, her 43 year old mind churning as everyone started laughing from he rbrutal honesty.
"Probably," said Ed. "Rappers aren't Motown. Motown had some music. Supremes. Marvin Gaye. They can't fuck with the greats. You know these rappers, half of 'em are gay, for real. Which would explain why Lloy'd CD tanked faster than Janet's Damita Ho."
"Hmm, leaving him a rotten apple, this is how we do," said Hanna, chocking. "And leave Janet alone, her career spans thirty four years, bitches! She made her mark. Ciara, Beyonce and Britney took Janet 101 before they got to where they are. Okay, ya'll got Kayne West CD? Play that cut Stronger cut, hmmm hmm hmm yea yea yea bitches I'm stronger yea yea yea," she sing-songed all off beat, standing up and dancing before Samuel could put the CD in the chamber.
"Shit, this ain't hip hop," said Ed, putting his cell in his pocket when his mistress texted him back, calling him a strokless wonder. "The Sugar Hill Game, LL Cool J--"
Ed got another text: Dont tell my husband, please. I'm sorry, bring that dick over here. Give it to Mama!
Samuel spat, "Sugar Hill Gang, you dumb bitch!" sipping his liquor, dark liquor. He was next to drunk, lighting his half smoked blunt. A 35 year old fool with the sense of a bird and nineteen children living in eight different states.
"Cut up KaYnhay East," shouted Hanna, "Ow! There go my cut, I'ma Stronger, you dirty Hoes, yeeeees bitches!"
"It's Kayne West, dumb broad," shot Ed, laughing, pointing at her. He got up and was dancing, his liquor spilling from the glass and into his clothes.
And they all cursed each other out, dancing in the middle of the dining room table, waiting for Pauline to get back.
Pauline was walking up the stairs when
she realized she was damn near too drunk to move. The liquor hit her, but she said, smiling, "Grandma is probably on the toilet, with her nasty ass."
She made her way down the hall, to Grandma's room. The door was closed. She thought about her man, her baby. Arttis. She wanted to be his wife, to work hard for him. To spil him. TO do what he asked. To be at his beck and call. He damn sure proved her wrong. All men weren't dogs. Some men were sensitive, caring and hardworking. He would never cheat on her, she then told herself when was she going to tell him that she was pregnant with his child.
TONIGHT! she thought, opening the door. Entering the room she made her way to the closet.
I was looking at Diamante, laying in the
middle of Grandma's floor, tongue kissing him as he rubbed on my nuts. I didn't wanna move, felt so good laying here with him.
"We need to get out of here," Diamante told me. "Arttis, are you listnening?" he asked me.
I was smoking a cig. You needed a cig after getting ass. Good ass. I fucked him and his boy tonight. And his boy was out...well, I was going to stick dick all in his mouth and ass a few more times on the Low Low behind Diamante's back then I was going to cut him loose. Diamante was a man about principle, really jazzy. Smelled good, looked good and had things going for himself. Plus his boyfriend never told me he and Diamante were an item, real faulty if you asked me. So he deserved to be treated like a no good Ho.
I stood up, helping Diamante get up. We hugged, my pants around my ankles. My dick was hard and he sank to his knees, taking me into his mouth. I closed my eyes, listening to him chop me up, slurp and pull. He was pinchign my nuts softly. Damn. Damn. Shit. Bitch. Damn.
Opening my eyes it took a while for me to realize Pauline stood directly in front of me, hot tears falling down her face, Diamante's back to her. He was sucking it good too, and my dick suddenly deflated in his mouth. He looked up at me. Blinked.
I looked at Pauline, my love, my sweet baby and blinked with a sad look on my face, pleading eyes. My body shut down gradually. I was about to lose it.
She blinked. Diamante had no idea she was behind him with her hand on her hip and a knife in the other one.
"Baby," said Diamante. "Am I sucking it wrong?"
I kept my mouth closed, watching her tighten the grip on the knife. I didn't take my eyes off of her. I then did the unthinkable, when Diamante put me back in his mouth, saying, "I'll get it back up baby, I got vaccums living in my lips," I pissed down his throat. He jumped up, spitting piss all over me, lookin gt me evilly.
"ARE YOU CRAZY?" He was disgusted.
I stood there. Like a statue. "I can't do this, I feel so damn bad," I whispered. Diamante, looking at me more closely, then got concerned, as if I just didn't piss in his mouth. He hugged me, I didn't hug him. He was crushed. "Arttis, talk to me."
Pauline snatched him by the shirt and pulled him back, turning and slapping him him the face. "You sick faggot bitches!"
All I could do was close my eyes.
And pray to God she didn't kill us.
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