Page 47 of Our Mother's Sons

“Fuck,” I marveled before kissing her pussy and shoving my dick back inside of her.

“Right there, baby, please don’t stop,” Rainah begged as I fucked her savagely.

“You ready to get this dick for the rest of your life?” I grunted into her ear.

“Yes, baby. Fuck yes,” she panted as I snaked my tongue into her mouth.

My heart felt as if it was going to jump out of my chest as Rainah and I came together. The orgasm had my back cracking and toes popping. Our sweaty bodies clung to one another as we came down from our orgasmic high.

“Shit,” I pulled out of her. “I almost don’t want to leave to meet Jovani.” We were going to meet at Grams’ house and take her out to her new house together.

“I know but we have to. I want to see the look on Joanna’s face when she sees the house, and I have to meet my mother and grandmother for lunch.”

“This Mother’s Day is special for a lot of reasons. How does it feel to finally be able to spend Mother’s Day with your mother again?” I held out my hand to help Rainah off the couch.

“It feels amazing. I know I should think positive, but I know there’s a real chance that she might relapse one day. I’m just so grateful that she’s even attempting to stay clean. I’m going to enjoy every moment with her that I can. I love everything you got me, but her being here and sober is the best present that I could have ever asked for.”

I grabbed her hands and held onto them. “I know that for sure. They never lied when they said the best things in life are free. Alisa is going to stay clean, watch. I have faith in her,” I winked at her.

Rainah and I took a shower together, and then we got dressed, so I could go meet Jovani. The fact that I already knew Rainah’s family, and she already knew mine made things even better. She had already decided on a wedding date, and I knew she would be consumed with planning the wedding. Especially since I told her there wasn’t a budget.

In just four months, Rainah and I would have a fall wedding since that was her favorite season. We had been engaged for less than twenty-four hours, and she had already looked at venues online as well as wedding dresses. She wanted Ashton to be the maid of honor of course, and she’d already asked Voyage to be a bridesmaid.

There was no doubt that Jovani would be my best man. Deuce was going to be a groomsman for sure, and that was as far as I’d gotten. I’d deal with the technicalities later. Whatever Rainah wanted she could get. I was simply along for the ride.

“She’s going to love the house,” Rainah assured me while I drove.

“I hope so. You know how stubborn she is. I wouldn’t be surprised if she told me it was a waste of money because she wasn’t going anywhere.”

“She just might surprise you. We didn’t think my grandmother would move, but she did, and she loves my building. Grams doesn’t want to seem like she’s running from the young niggas taking over the neighborhood, so she has to play tough just a tad. She’s going to fall in love with the house though. I’ll feel so much better with both our grandmothers being gone.”

“Yeah me too,” I agreed.

Joanna never ran from anybody, but I was trying to make her understand that it wasn’t about her running. Jovani and I didn’t want to have to make the streets of Ausnor Beach bleed if some shit popped off concerning young, goofy niggas, and our Grams. Some of the young niggas didn’t respect the street code the way OG’s did.

Jovani and I arrived at Grams’ house at the same time. When I saw Mr. Willie walking out the front door, my stomach instantly turned. Mr. Willie used to frequent my grandmother’s pool hall. He was about two or three years younger than my grandmother and appeared to be in good shape for his age. His wife had been dead for five years, and from what I could tell, he was cool. Mr. Willie nodded his head at me as I got out of the car, and he walked to his black pickup truck.

“Grams in there fucking?” Jovani’s dumb ass yelled loud enough for all the neighbors to hear.

“Jovani, shut your dumb ass up,” I hissed. “Grams is grown. Leave her alone.”

“That shit is nasty, bro.” Jovani truly looked disturbed. “That shit should be illegal. Don’t nobody want to clap no old ass cheeks.”

“So, when you get old, you’re just going to stop having sex?” I asked with an amused smirk.

“Man, whatever,” he mumbled. “That shit isn’t right.”

“I’m sure she felt the same way when she caught you and Voyage on the beach.”

Jovani looked me up and down while still frowning intensely. “Whose side are you on? You want some old ass nigga giving Grams worms?” As horrified as Jovani was, you’d think he walked in on Grams while she was in the act.

“I don’t think he can give her worms if they’re about the same age.”

Grams walked out onto the porch peering at my brother and I inquisitively. “Why didn’t you all come in?”

“We didn’t know if you were decent,” Jovani answered while pouting like a big ass kid.

“Come on, Grams. You can ride with either one of us. We have a surprise for you.”

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