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Prom NightMarie Cuffee decided she wanted a piece of sweet potato pie. The attractive 39 year-old registered nurse went into the kitchen of her two-story, 1,565 square foot house. She took a small plate from the cabinet and grabbed a serrated knife from a drawer. She sliced the dessert then went to get a fork. There were none where they were supposed to be. She fumed as she opened the dishwasher. The ones in there were dirty. She headed for the stairs, her nostrils flaring.As Marie ascended, a rank odor assaulted her. The funk had to be a medley of armpits, pizza, and worn-out sneakers. She held her breath. The upstairs belonged to her sons, Bryson and Malachi. There was nine-by-eight open common area at the top of the stairs. It had two wireless floor rocker gaming chairs with speakers in the headrests, subwoofers, and retractable armrests. There space also contained a gray fabric loveseat, a 55-inch smart TV, a PS4, and an Xbox One. There was a bathroom up here and each son had his own bedroom.Long ago Marie had surrendered this part of her house to her boys. She looked around and saw a nothing a couple of forks. It was 7:16 a.m. on a Saturday and she did not give a damn. She yelled, “Wake up!” She open the bedroom doors fussing.“I can’t find a single clean fork in the kitchen. Get up and get every dish in here downstairs now. Then y’all are gonna clean this pig sty. Open a window for God’s sake. It stinks up here! Up now! I mean it or you’re grounded,” Marie sneered. She was a master of manipulation knowing what each of her k**s valued. “No prom for you, Bryson,” she proclaimed. “Malachi, you can forget restoring that car with Pepe and Dad,” she avowed referring to her father-in-law and husband and the white 1990 Ford Mustang GT they planned to get for him.“Come on, ma,” protesed Bryson. “Let me sleep a li’l bit longer.”“No,” she hissed.Malachi was not interested in losing out on the pony car. The f******n year-old was rushing to meet Marie’s demands.“Don’t test me, Bryson! Get a move on,” Marie looked at him sternly.“Yes, ma’am,” relented the two sport letterman.Marie went back downstairs. She ate the pie with her hands. Her husband was still asleep too. He had been out until at least 3:00 a.m. That was the last time Marie remembered seeing the digital clock as she rolled over. He reeked of beer and nachos. She had no true idea what he had been doing. She knew he was hanging out with some friends. She just hoped he had not impregnated some other bitch. In the past six years, Theron Cuffee, had fathered güvenilir bahis three “outside” c***dren – two with skanky white bitches and one with a jiggaboo Black gal.Marie suffered through the humiliation, but she was unwilling to upend the lives of her sons. She began separating their finances as best she could. Now, she had Theron making the house payment out of his paycheck. He also covered vehicle insurance and cable & broadband services. She took care of the rest.She went back into the master bedroom walking past her slumbering delivery truck driver husband. She went into their bathroom and got in the shower. She was due to meet Bryson’s prom date’s mother and another lady for an early brunch. She dressed and headed to the garage. She started her midnight blue 2014 Lexus RX 350 and backed it out.On the drive to the cafe, she placed a call to her sister.“Marie,” beamed Yvette Gilliam.“Hey, girl! How are you?”“I’m fine. Just getting back from a walk.”“Nice!”“What’s going on with you?”“I’m heated, girl!”“What happened?”“I couldn’t find a clean fork in my kitchen. Went upstairs and Bryson and Malachi got almost all of them up there.”“I feel you. I never knew having a son would be so much work.”“Who you telling,” laughed the nurse.“The other day I was cleaning. I found a blanket under Jairo’s bed. Girl…”“What, sis?”“It damn near snapped in two.”“You’re lying!”“No. I guess he came on it enough and just threw it under there. I was disgusted.”“I know what you mean. I tell mama all the time she’s lucky she only had daughters.”“Amen! When is y’all’s prom,” the older sister checked.“Two weeks,” Marie shared. “I’m actually heading to meet the girl’s mom and another mom I’m coordinating with.”“Nice! Jairo is acting like he doesn’t wanna go. He’s too cool for everything,” the vice principal stated.“Aren’t they all? Alright, girl! I better go. I’m at the restaurant.”Marie headed inside. The other mothers were already in a booth. She slid in and said hello.Bryson’s sort of girlfriend was Ashanti Fountain. Her dad was a Black guy and her mom, Coralys, was Puerto Rican.The third woman was the mom of Ashanti’s best friend, Camren Gantt. Her name was Tamara. They ordered mimosas and picked their food. Tamara chose a frittata. Coralys wanted a French toast platter. And, Marie selected a crusty avocado toast with crispy bacon, sliced tomato, and hard-boiled egg.The ladies toasted.Tamara started, “I got the limo booked. It’s gonna be $150 per person.”“Nice! I thought it was gonna be $200 apiece,” Coralys said.“Me türkçe bahis too,” Marie added.“It was. But Camren’s friend, Kai, is gonna ride with them too,” shared preschool worker.“Fine with me,” Marie opined.They finished eating. Marie made it back home and went to inspect the upstairs. It smelled better after airing out and her sons using all of the Febreeze in the house. “Y’all need to vacuum too,” she said going back to the first floor.“Hey, baby,” Theron said as he tossed a paper plate in the trash.“Hi,” Marie offered dryly.“I’m about to go help Ron work on his truck.”“Bye!”“Do you need anything from the store when I come back.”“Nope!”The bronze-skinned, six-foot, huskular man exited the house. He got into his extended cab silver 2015 Toyota Tundra.As Marie suspected, Theron was lying. He did not go to his friend Ron’s place. Instead he drove to a trailer park on the edge of town. He arrived in front of the single wide manufactured home.A cute, slim, white chick with with long jet black hair, green eyes, and breast implants answered. “Hey, daddy!”Theron marched inside and pulled his eight-inch dick out. The lady locked the door behind them and dropped to her knees. She started sucking immediately.Her name was Kaycee Speer. Theron had been banging her out off and on for around 10 years. Back then Kaycee wasl a skinny twink bottom boi. She was currently the only person the married man with five k**s was fucking.“Damn! You still suck my dick the best,” admitted Theron. “Shit, gurl!”Kaycee led Theron to her bedroom. He lay across the bed on his back. Kayce got on top. She leaned down towards the balding man. Theron kissed her and licked her areolas. Kaycee positioned his wet dick at her pink hole. She eased down.“Fuck, baby,” groaned Theron.“You like that,” inquired Kaycee.“Oh yeah, gurl,” Theron replied squeezing her small bubble booty with his enormous, calloused hands.“I love how you fuck me!”“You know you my favorite!”“Am I?”“Yeah, white gurl! Take this nigga dick!”“Oh god! Your nigga dick is so good!”“You gon’ make me leave my wife!”“I can’t stand her stupid ass!”“Hell yeah! Me either. That’s why I fuck yo’ white ass!”“Give it to me, Theron!”“You my li’l tranny princess.”“Really?”“Yeah! I ain’t know I really wanted boipussy all these years. Now, I do.”“Oh yeah! Fuck me!”Theron put Kaycee on her back. He rammed her missionary style. “I love your fuckin’ body, baby!”“Thank you! You bought me these tits,” Kaycee reminded him.“Best money I ever spent. You gon’ make me leave her for real.”“Stupid güvenilir bahis siteleri bitch! I hate her!”“I hate her too, white gurl! You so much prettier than her.”“Oh, Theron! Fuck my pink tranny pussy,” she whined as she jacked her thin 4-inch penis.“Yeah, gurl! This what I like. Fuckin’ raw. No c***d support!”Theron emptied his aching nuts inside of Kaycee. They cuddled for a while. He told her needed to go back home for a while. He promised to return later in the evening.Two weeks later, the day of the prom arrived. Theron, Malachi, and Bryson all piled in the pickup truck to go get haircuts. Marie readied the house for the dinner she was hosting.That evening, Bryson came down the stairs in the royal blue tux with black lapels on the jacket. Marie’s eyes watered. His date and friends began to arrive with their parents.Ashanti wore a chocolate brown short dress with a beaded bodice and waist line. Camren had on a slim fit suit with a blue tartan coat and black slacks. Kai’s tux was the standard black paired with a burgundy vest and bowtie.Marie and the other moms had collaborated on the menu. The k**s sat at her six-seat dining room table. The ladies served a house salad, herb crusted pork tenderloin, asparagus, and garlic mashed potatoes. For dessert, there was key lime pie.They snapped photos all the while. The stretch Lincoln Town Car appeared. After posing for pictures, the k**s were whisked away to the prom.They danced and had a blast.Bryson whispered, “I wanna make love to you, girl!”“I’m not ready yet,” the model student replied.“It’s cool. You’re still my girl!”“Good!”The dance ended officially at 10:00 p.m. The driver dropped of Camren and Kai first at Camren’s aunt’s house. She was out of town and told her nephew he could use her place for a small gathering. He had not informed Ashanti. Then, Ashanti was let out at her parents’ house. Bryson gave the driver instructions to get to his teammate Xzavier Hall’s house.Xzavier was outside in his 2004 Mazda 3. “Sup,” the guy who skipped the prom said.“Ready to go fuck,” declared Bryson.“Me too!”They drove to Camren’s aunt’s house.Xzavier grabbed up Kai. He was six-two and athletic. The bottom boi had flawless skin and was much shorter.Bryson stepped up to Camren.Soon, the sissies were sucking the masculine boys’ dicks.Xzavier got behind Kai who was on all fours. He pushed inside.“Fuck me, nigga,” begged Kai.“Yeah, pussyboi! Take dis big dick!”Bryson had Camren pinned down. He humped the juicy booty. “Yo pussy tight, Cam!”“You like it, sweetie!”“Hell yeah! I knew you was gonna let me fuck even if Ashanti wouldn’t.”“Damn right! You know I love this dick!”This dick love yo punk ass too!”“Fuck me!”The two mannish dudes gave the bottom bois good long stroked until the sun came up.

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