What Mama Don't Know

Black Mail

I peeked my head out my room door, looking left to right, nobody was in the hall. Then I tipped toed down the hall in my plaid boxers up to the guest room. I cracked the door open to see Christian stretched out on his back in his boxers with no covers. My eyes gazed down his body, latching onto his morning wood which created a tent between his tights. I wanted to play Indian but I heard my mattress squeak, causing me to quietly close his door and make my way back to my room.

As I stepped back in, Jacob was turning over in my bed, he looked over at me then smiled. I smiled back as he whipped the covers off of him revealing his thick, hairless Puerto Rican dick. I stopped and stood there next to the door. “Come on.” He waved. But I stood there reluctantly. “Oh so your buddy here now you trying to act a new way.” He questioned. “Come here.” He said rubbing up and down his dick, I sucked my teeth and made my way to him. He grabbed me by the neck, “Don't make me have to beg you again. You don't want you know who to find out about us do you?” I shook my head 'No.’ dropping my head in his lap. Bobbing and slurping up and down on his wide ass dick. He gripped and slapped on my ass, while filling my jaws with his morning meat.

“Yeah, eat my churro.” He moaned, I rolled my head up and down, as he caressed my head with his hand, then laid back in my bed, looking down at me smiling. I really didn't want to do the shit, I never wanted to do the shit. Jacob blackmailed me into doing this shit after catching me with Christian all them years ago. And still do the same shit, threatening to tell my family and shit. I ain't trying to let that shit happen.

“Let me slide in you Papa, before your Madre come home.” He said and just then his phone rang. He answered it then looked down at me. Pushing me away and jumping out of my bed, grabbing his boxers and struggling to put one leg in as he hopped out of my room. Moments later I heard the front door open and my mom voice. I stuck my head out into the hall to see Christian standing by the closet with a smile. I turned my head then went back in my room. Later coming out to talk to my mom.

“Hey Ma, how was work?” I asked. “Work baby. How was your night.” I gave her this crazy ass look, as though she didn't know. “I found out we have a new house guest.” My mom started to laugh. “I didn't tell you thinking you'd like the surprise. You two have always been so close. Like brothers, so I naturally ok'd for him to come live with us.” “I have no problem with him living here Ma, just surprised you didn't tell me.”

“Bae?” Jacob says as he prances into the kitchen, sitting down at the island. My mom turn away from the refrigerator to answer him. “Yes?” “I'm about to head to work but I wanted to know if you have seen my new work pants, I looked all over for them last night. “Bae I took them back you said they were to big, I'll pick you up another pair today.” An irritated look came over his face but it quickly disappeared, “Ok thanks, I'll just wear my old pair.“ He moped. I watched him, walk up to my mom, looking all sad, holding his hands out. Wrapping them same arms he wraps around me then kissed her with the same lips he be chewing a nigga ass out with; saying, “I'll wear my old ones, but thanks bae.”

I hated seeing them two like this, so I got up and walked out of the kitchen, I looked back before turning the corner, to see Jacob looking at me with a smile, stretched across his face. I almost had the impulse to run up and punch him in his shit, but I knew my mom wouldn't have the shit. She loved the nigga, as though he was the second coming of Jesus, she couldn't see that Jacob wasn't shit, that she was better off alone. But then again who was I to break her heart.

I went in my room thinking that he probably was going to go and stroke my mom down with the same stroke he uses me before he heads to work. The thoughts pissed me off so bad that I threw air punches around my room. I really just regret the shit, I never ever, ever should have fell for the extortion shit he used on me, I should have just called his bluff and seen if he would of told instead of letting him climb my back. I don't know how I did that to my mom, and now I knew I could never tell her. I sat on the corner of my bed holding my face in my hands. “You alright bro?” I heard then looked up, to see Christian standing in my doorway in his tank top and boxers. The shit kinda turned me on but I was still in my mind about Jacob.

“Yeah I'm good.” I lied, he walked over flopping across my bed then rolling over on his back, looking up at the ceiling. “So you fucking Jacob?” He asked while still staring at the ceiling. “Huh?” I replied nervously. “E you heard me.” “Um what you mean? Why you ask me that?” That's when he looked over at me with a sarcastic expression. Then that's when I confessed, “It started right after you went to jail. You remember he walked in on us right.” “Yeah.” “Well the nigga threatened to tell my mom unless I fucked him.” I explained. “And you did it?” Christian asked with a dumbfound tone. “What the fuck you think!” I said getting defensive. He just shook his head and looked back to the ceiling. “So what was I supposed to do?” “Not fuck your mom husband.” He said so calmly the shit really pissed me off. I think it was the fact that he was right that I couldn't take.

“So you think I wanted this shit? You think I want to be dicked down by that fuck nigga. He will tell my mom.” “So what. Let him tell her. She'll probably leave him.” Christian spoke, like it was that simple. Then come to think of it, it might be just that simple if I told her. I mean I am I her son, then only one she has left now, she wouldn't kick me out. The only problem was, “But I don't want my mom to know I fuck with dudes though.” Christian started laughing, “So you telling me that you rather get your shit banged out by a nigga you don't even like verses tell your mom you like getting banged out.” “I don't be getting banged out nigga, what the fuck wrong with you?” I asked him getting testy, “But you do.” “No the fuck I don't.” He got up off my bed and walked around in front of me; “I banged you up last night.” I pushed him away from me, “Chill.” I look up and over at him, he was laughing with his hard dick swinging as he stumbled back. He grabbed his dick then walked towards the door. “I'mma leave your hoe ass alone. I'm bout to get a shower and throw on some clothes. I got an interview.” I ain't say nothing as he walked out my room.

I crawled up my bed, cuffing my pillow, gazing over at my TV. I noticed Christian left my door open so I got up to close it, but Jacob pushed it open before I could close it. “Keep that nigga out you, I don't want to have to fuck you both up.” “Fuck you.” I responded. “Try me bitch.” He said as he closed my door.

I went back to my bed and fell asleep, it wasn't until I heard a knock at my window that I first, ignored the shit, but then I thought that maybe it could be Christian and that he couldn't get in the house. I got up and went to my window, only to see Jaceri standing there. I forgot all about him. Of course I let him in and I knew exactly why he was there. I walked over and locked my room door and undressed as I walked back to my bed. He took his clothes off throwing them on the side of my bed. He got up on all fours and I stepped up behind him only to squat down, so I could drag my tongue down the crack of his ass. His buns had a taste of salt yet his hole was sweet. I dined on him while my hard dick dangled between my legs. Once I had my fill I stood up spitting down onto my dick, then inserting myself into him. “Mmmm huh.” I moaned. Everytime I slide up in this nigga it felt like the first time, so tight and warm. I always struggled to keep my nut from flying out of me too soon. I had to think of everything under the sun to keep this nigga from making me a minute man. But his shit had power! And I think he knew it. He threw his ass back on me, fucking himself with my dick, making his own ass cream all over my dick.

*Knock knock knock* and we froze as the sound rang from the door. “E you up?” I heard as the door handle jiggled. “Who the fuck is that?" Jaceri whispered. “Christian.” I whispered back. “What the fuck he doing here bro!”