Page 46 of Our Mother's Sons

“I did.”

“You’ve been holding out. I didn’t know you could cook.”

“I cracked the eggs,” Jordan stated.

“And I added the cheese in the eggs,” Jason added.

“Well, let me taste those first.” Rainah scooped a forkful of eggs into her mouth. Her eyes closed while she chewed, and she groaned dramatically. “Oh my God, these are so good. Cracked just right with the right amount of cheese in them. Let me find out I have some little chefs in the making.”

That made the boys beam with pride. I knew they would talk her head off the entire tine she ate her breakfast. I had already fed them, so I went to clean the kitchen. As Jovani and I got older, we realized that every year on Mother’s Day, Grams got a little sad. We knew she loved us, and we always did something special for her, but we couldn’t blame her for missing the reason that she became a mother in the first place. I knew Grams thought of our father every day. I couldn’t imagine how good it felt for her to finally kill my bitch of a grandfather. There were times that she literally carried the weight of the world on her shoulders, but she never folded. Grams was the epitome of strength, and the crazy thing was, it wasn’t anything that she tried to be. She just was.

“So, it’s just fuck me after all I did for you?!” Grams roared after we met with our mother, and we told her what was up. Melissa was proving to be about business because she had flown out to Colombia that morning to meet her connect, Augello. She wasn’t wasting any time, and Jovani and I made the decision to start selling coke for her.

“Grams, how are we saying fuck you? By using Melissa’s connections to get some coke from Colombia? The streets are dry as hell right now. She has federal connections. Jeovanni and I can get money without worrying about indictments. You should be happy for us. You can sit back and chill and let us do the work,” Jovani chimed in, but she wasn’t trying to hear it.

“Be happy for you?” She drew back. “Happy that you’ve let that weasel get in your head the same way she did your father, and it cost my baby his life! You believe that bullshit that you two are protected because you’re her blood?” My grandmother’s face contorted as if the mere thought repulsed her.

That day didn’t go well, and Joanna was pissed with us for a minute. Eventually, she got past it. Easing my cell phone from my pocket, I shot Melissa a Happy Mother’s Day text message. I had just turned on the dishwasher when I heard the twins coming down the stairs. I was positive that Rainah would be behind them because they were anxious for her to see all of her gifts. I walked into the living room as Rainah’s foot touched the last stair.

A wide grin inched across her face at the set up in the living room. There were five vases with roses in them. A dozen for every year that she’d been a mother. Lined up on the couch were five different Chanel bags, five pairs of Chanel sandals, a few pairs of shades, and some perfume. Rainah sat down on the couch and took her time opening each present. When she was done, she ran over to me and jumped in my arms.

“As soon as my grandmother takes the boys for the day, I’m going to eat that dick off the bone,” she whispered in my ear making my manhood stiffen instantly.

“Damn, I’m looking forward to that. But that’s not all your presents. Come on.”

With her legs locked around my waist, I walked outside with the twins hot on my heels. In the driveway was a custom burnt orange Bentley with a big red bow on it. Thankfully, the acres that my home sat on made it so I didn’t have neighbors close by because if there were, the scream that Rainah let out would have had them calling the police.

“Jovanni!” she shrieked as she jumped up and down before running to the car barefoot.

“I think she’s happy,” Jason said proudly.

“This is the best Mother’s Day ever,” Jordan was smiling as hard as his brother was. Seeing their mother happy truly made them happy. I loved the way Rainah loved the boys, and I damn sure loved the way they loved her in return.

I was ready for Rainah to make good on her promise, so while she admired the car, I ushered the boys inside, so I could get them ready for the day. Ms. Nixon wanted to take them to church with her, and Rainah and I were going to enjoy the alone time.

The boys hadn’t even been gone for ten minutes before Rainah had my dick in her mouth. She hummed as she sucked me off slowly. I was seated in a recliner in the living room, and she had come over and pulled my dick out the moment we were alone.

“Do that shit,” I moaned already knowing that thanks to her gifts, Rainah was going to get real nasty for a nigga.

Rainah’s gaze lifted, and she made eye contact as she slowly sucked me off. Relaxing her throat muscles, she took me in as far as she could take me while never taking her irises off my face. When she gagged and saliva dripped off her chin, my fuckin’ toes curled. I gripped a handful of her curls and watched her run her tongue up and down my shaft. Rainah eased downward and sucked my balls into her mouth while she twisted her hand in a circular motion and jacked me off.

“The head is amazing, babe,” I praised her in a gruff tone, “but I need you to sit on this dick.”

Rainah popped my balls out of her mouth and looked up at me with a devilish grin. If she wasn’t on birth control, there was no way she wouldn’t already be pregnant again. She stood up and removed her pajamas before straddling my lap. We both looked down as she positioned her pussy over my manhood. She moaned while easing slowly down on my fat mushroom tip. Her coochie had a vice grip on my member, and I gripped her waist moaning with her.

I sucked one of Rainah’s perky breasts into my mouth as she bounced up and down on my dick. “Fuck this shit is wet,” I smacked her cheek and mumbled with a mouth full of titty.

“Sucking your dick turned me on,” she moaned seductively.

I grabbed a handful of Rainah’s hair and tongued her down while she continued to ride me. I sucked her bottom lip, her tongue, and even her chin until she was trembling and coming all over my dick.

“Jeovanni, you feel so fucking good,” she whimpered with her eyes closed.

I stood up with my dick still inside her and took Rainah over to the couch. Good thing the furniture was leather because she was going to wet it up, and I gave zero fucks about it.

After putting her down, I nestled in between her legs, and sucked her juicy pussy until she was writhing on the couch and screaming out every obscenity known to man. I French kissed Rainah’s clit and had her convulsing through orgasm number two and wetting my beard in less than five minutes. I admired her pretty, pink pussy as I slid a finger inside of her still spasming walls.

“Jeovanni, oh my God.” Rainah’s pussy tightened around my finger as I watched her in awe.

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