Babymama

41.

Onika Maraj-Knowles

"Mmm.. okay baby, I can't take anymore." I reached back, pushing her away by her stomach. She was fucking me so good.

We had been at it all night and this morning. It's currently 5 a.m., and I had to go to the salon in two hours. She just wouldn't stop.

"Move your hand," she grunted, still stroking me. She moved my hand. I felt her lean up, holding onto the headboard, causing her dick to go deeper inside me. It was too much. I couldn't breathe. She acted like her dick wasn't big.

"Fuck, Bey..once" I bit my lip, I tried my best to be quiet knowing that our children are sleeping and Giselle's ass hears everything. She's old enough to know what we do and always gives us nasty looks when she sees us, I don't care we grown.

After a few more strokes, I felt her warm nut shoot inside me. I let out a sigh of relief when she pulled out. Lying in bed for a moment, I couldn't help but feel like this woman had completely mesmerized me.

"Get up, Nicki, let's shower," she said as she tapped my leg. If I had something close to me that I could throw at her, I would have. She's so damn annoying. Nonetheless, I got up and joined her in the shower, making sure she did not touch me. She's had enough.

I couldn't believe she was 41 with so much energy still.

After we showered, we both got dressed for work. Beyoncé had meetings all day, and I had a lot of clients. Since we moved to Los Angeles, my clientele has picked up so much. I was grateful, and of course, I still made my own schedule. I looked at the time, and it was now 6 a.m. - time to get the kids up.

I entered Omari's room to wake him up for school, taking in the sports-themed decor he loved, especially football. Sitting on his bed, I gently shook him, urging, "Get up, Bubba."

I kissed his face over and over until he groaned waking up. "Momma that's nasty" he swatted me away before getting up.

"Stop rejecting my love before I cry, Bubba," I teased as he chuckled and headed to his bathroom. I'm grateful my kids are older and getting up is easier now, well, except for one.

I entered Brielle's room and flicked on the light. "Get up, Princess," I called out, seeing her lying on her back with her mouth wide open.

There was no way a twelve-year-old could be this tired. I went over and shook her until she stirred, giving me an annoyed look. She really hated being woken up.

"Mommy please" she whined.

"Please, what? You've got to get to school, so get up," I said, pulling the covers off her. She smacked her teeth before reluctantly getting up.

Beyonce was handling the other two. As usual, I was left with the toughest ones to wake up, but they did pretty well this morning.

I went back into Omari's room and saw him brushing his teeth. I then went into his closet to help him pick out an outfit. "Which shirt do you want to wear with your new shoes, bubba?"

He looked at me and pointed to his red Nike shirt. I nodded, selected some shorts to match, and found socks, laying them all on his bed for him. "Okay, hurry up so you can eat something. Do you want to eat here or at school?"

"Here"

I nodded and made my way downstairs, entering the kitchen to find Giselle and Noel already seated at the table, chatting with Beyonce. They had finished their cereal and seemed to be in a good mood.

I walked over to them, planting a kiss on each of their cheeks. However, as I leaned in to kiss Giselle, she flinched, causing me to pause and wonder why she reacted that way.

"Why you do that, girl?" I asked looking at her sideways.

"I heard y'all," she said as she rolled her eyes. Here she goes again, acting as if it's a crime for me to show affection to my wife.

"GG, we're adults. You can't be mad every time, and you don't have to make it so obvious that you know," Beyonce said to Giselle as she poured herself some orange juice. I chuckled as I made my coffee.

"Yall do it so much"

"Giselle, chill out, baby. It's life," I reassured her, shaking my head at the typical teenage drama and annoyance.

My other two kids joined us and grabbed some cereal. They started arguing because they grabbed the box at the same time, I don't have time for that today.

"You seen me grab it first Brielle" Omari yelled.

"You literally did not, I did," Brielle argued back, rolling her eyes and still holding onto the box tightly. I just stood there, watching them argue.

"You not gonna get your kids?" Beyonce looked at me, I shook my head while sipping my coffee smirking.

"Those are your children" I shrugged.

After all that commotion, it was time for everyone to get out of the house. Giselle was riding with me, and the other kids were riding with Beyoncé, since she had a bit more time than I did

"Have a good day, my babies. I love you," I said as they grabbed their bags and lunches. I noticed Noel's pants were sagging a bit, oh absolutely not.

"'Noel Knowles go run back upstairs and get your belt, you feel those coming off your ass" I don't know who told my ass to let Beyonce get me pregnant so many times, four kids was a lot.

Giselle and I walked out and got into my car. She plugged in her phone and started playing music by her favorite rapper - apparently, she's a "barb," whatever that means. I have to admit, I was enjoying the new album too. I pulled out of the driveway and headed towards her school.

"Mom?" I heard her ask turning the music down.

"Yes, baby?" I glanced over to her wishing on her response, I seen her playing with her fingers.

"What does sex feel like?"

I felt like I couldn't breathe, as if I was suffocating. My sixteen-year-old was asking about sex, and I was caught off guard. I didn't know what to say. You'd think I'd be prepared for this type of conversation, but no.

"HUH?"

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