Jamal jogged for home from playing football in the park with his friends. He had played very well that day and didn't mind the grass burns on his knees and elbows. He made some pretty solid tackles and even scored a touch down. To make things even sweeter Linda and her girlfriends was there, and even cheered when he scored. He felt his pride swell in his chest feeling that Linda had to be impressed with the way he played.
Jamal saw a car parked in his front yard as he rounded the corner to his street. He slowed his jog to an up beat walk as he came near. He went around to the back of the house knowing how his mother hated being interrupted when she had company. He didn't want anything to spoil his mood, so he entered through the kitchen figuring that he would be able to grab something from the kitchen and sneak back out without being detected.
The smell of marijuana and incense was thick and the music was playing, but there wasn't the usual loud voices and laughter that was generally present when his mother was smoking dope with her friends. Jamal peeked into the living room seeing over flowing ash trays, empty wine bottles and glasses, but there no one was there. It looked like there had to have been six to eight people judging by the number of wine glasses. He breathed a sigh of relief glad that he had missed the gathering.
The wine bottle and the snacks in the bowl called his name. The best think he liked about his mother having company over was the leftovers. Jamal grabbed a hand full of the mixed nuts and crackers stuffing them into his mouth and chased them with the leftover wine. He looked around for other goodies he could scavenge.
Jamal struck gold inside the fold of an album cover that lay on the coffee table. Fifteen to twenty joints lay next to a small pile of unrolled weed. He took a couple of the joints and placed them in his sock. That would be just what he needed for later when he had planned to hook up with Belinda, Tracy, and his best friend Eric.
Jamal headed back to his bedroom to change out of his sweaty shorts and t-shirt into something suitable for his rendezvous. He had gotten far enough away from the stereo for him to realize that he was not alone in the house. The sounds of a female moaning were coming from his bedroom. His heart pounded harder as he got closer to the door. His only comfort was that it didn't sound like his mother.
The sound of a man's moan flowed through the door as Jamal listened. It was clear that whoever it was in his room, they were having sex. He could hear the sounds of the springs in his mattress crying for mercy.
Jamal turned the doorknob slowly trying to make sure that the clicking of the mechanism wasn't loud enough to alert the occupants in his bedroom. He peeked in as he cracked the door open.
His heart made the front of his t-shirt move as he saw the two naked bodies moving on top of his freshly washed covers. He recognized the flower tattoo on the ankle of the woman as it wrapped around the man's body. Her face was turned away from him and he strained to see to be sure.
The woman turned her head looking down at one of her boobs as she grasped it in her hand. Jamal could hardly believe it. It was his best friend's mother. He knew that Eric would trip-out if he was seeing this, and it would cause a big fight if he thought to tell Eric of this.
Eric's mother, the fine Sandra Williams was single like most of the women in the neighborhood. She was never seen acting anyway, but proper. Every man with a pulse wanted to get into her pants. Though many had tried, all seemed to have failed. This was the first proof that she was just like every other woman on earth. She was human, and thus someone could get into her panties.
Jamal couldn't tell who the man on top of her was, but he found himself cheering the man on as the man's butt pumped like a dog on a bitch in heat.
Jamal had never seen Ms. Williams naked before now, only shapes through her sleeping clothes at times he had visited Eric before she was properly dressed. She was even sexier naked than she appeared in her the tight outfits she wore. Jamal took note of ever inch of her exposed body and the sounds she was making. The man on top of her appeared to be doing a good job at his task, though Jamal wished it were he on the bed with her.
Jamal felt he had seen enough when his eyes meet Ms. Williams'. She was still moaning and squeezing her breasts, but her eyes were fixed on his. He felt frozen in her stare. Time seemed to stand still. She didn't have the look of anger or disgusts. She looked as if she was welcoming him to join them.
The man went to rise and Ms. Williams grabbed the man's head and quickly pulled him down to her large breasts. Jamal realized that he was standing with the door wide open and his hand on his crotch. Ms. Williams wave at him to leave the room.
Jamal backed out of his room and closed the door as quietly as he had opened it. He had the feeling that she didn't want him to get caught spying on them, and the prospects of his mother finding out dawned on him. He stole another joint from the album cover, took another drink from the wine bottle and went back out the back door.
Jamal found Eric cutting across the back yards down the street from their house. He had been Belinda's house sitting with her until her parents showed up.
"Man, I was just about to get some...until her pops showed up," Eric said as they walked to his house.
Jamal wasn't about to mention to Eric that he had just seen his mother bagging some dude. Eric was cool. A lot of girls liked him, but he was secretly shy around girls that he didn't already know. Jamal, on the other hand wasn't shy at all, which made them an awesome pair.
"How far did you get?" Jamal asked always eager to get the details about Belinda.
"I was fingering her and licking them big o'titties," Eric chuckled. "Then her pops pulled up. Talk about fuckin' up a wet dream."
"Don't worry bud. I got you covered," Jamal said pulling one of the joints from his sock.
"Damn man! Where did you get that?"
"I swipped it from home," Jamal said putting in to his lips as they entered Eric's bedroom.
Eric's dad was a truck driver was and never around, especially since the divorce. His father spoiled him with lots of cool stuff. Eric said it was because his father felt guilty for not being around.
"My moms got company over, so its going to be tricky getting home to change," Jamal said lighting the marijuana cigarette and handing it Eric.
"Shit man, I got something you can wear," Eric said opening his closet.
Jamal always thought that Eric had more clothes than his mother, some of the stuff still had tags on it. "Thanks man, I sure didn't want to run into my moms...you know how she trips sometimes," Jamal said.
"Sho ya right," Eric said having witnessed Jamal's mother Patricia go complete off on him for something really small. "Ms. Pat'll put a knot on your head in a heart beat," Eric laughed.
Eric turned on the radio and they sat on the floor to play a game of chess while they got high. Jamal was a really good chess player, the best on the chess team, but no one paid any attention to that, but Eric...not even Jamal's mother who professed that Jamal didn't know his head from a whole in the ground. Eric was also on the chess team, especially since girls thought he was really smart. Between the two of them Jamal was the better student, but all of that was over shadowed by the fact that trouble always seemed to find him.
Jamal and Eric was in the middle of getting cleaned up and dressed to go meet Belinda and Tracy when Ms. Williams came home. Jamal was no longer impressed by Ms. Williams' tight booty-shorts and halter after seeing her naked. He looked right through her clothes.
"Were are you boys going?" Ms. Williams asked.
"We're just going to hang out," Eric answered.
"It looks like you'll are going to meet some girls. Don't make me a grandmother, na," Ms. Williams joked. "You know I'm to young for that."
Eric turned around ignoring her as he continued primping in the mirror. Jamal's eyes were glued to the crotch of Ms. Williams's pants.
"Jamal, could you come down stairs with me for a minute?" she asked.
Eric looked at Jamal and shrugged his shoulders.
"Yes, mam," Jamal replied looking her up and down with a big smile on his face. The dope was giving him never to go along with his confidence.
Jamal's eyes were focused on Ms. Williams's plump butt-cheeks that moved from side to side with each step she took. People usually stop what they're doing to watch her when ever she passed by.
Sandra went all the way down to the garage with Jamal in tow like a puppy on a leash. She turned around abruptly and grabbed hold of his shoulders. "Look, you weren't suppose to see what you did at your house, and I don't want to end up having people talking behind my back because of what you saw," she said.
Jamal was stunned by the sudden attack, but quickly recovered being use to much harsher treatment. "You don't want it getting around that you were getting screwed on my bed?" Jamal said smirking like his did anytime he felt attacked by older people.
"Jamal, I don't know what your mother usually does, but I don't usually do that sort of thing," she said.
"Looked like you knew what you were doing to me," Jamal said looking her up and down.
Sandra wasn't use to trying to cover her tracks, and getting Jamal to cooperate with her was proving harder than she expected. "How much?" she asked.
"Are you trying to bribe me to keep my mouth shut?" Jamal said. The dope had him feeling playful and she was playing right into his hands.
"How much?" she repeated.
"I don't want no money," Jamal said looking at her tits and crotch before looking back into her eyes.
"Get serious Jamal," Ms Williams said. "I'm the same age as your mother, and you're the same age as my son. I know you don't think for a second that I would actually consider doing anything like that with you?"
"Ms Scott loves to hear stuff about people," Jamal chuckled as he began to turn around. The one thing that Jamal had learned that if you have an old cat over a barrel you never let them up easy, because they will never let up on you.
Sandra turned him back around and looked him in the eye.
"Look, you don't have to go all the way, just let me cop a feel every now and then, and maybe a little grind on that juicy butt," Jamal said.
Sandra felt like slapping the dog piss right out of him for talking to her that way, but she had heard that Jamal goes all out when he gets pissed out, and the last thing she wanted was for anyone to find out what she had done and with whom.
Jamal raised his hand slowly to Sandra's crotch. He rubbed it gently. "See, that's not so bad is it," Jamal said as he traced the outline of her womanhood with his fingers.
Sandra couldn't believe that she was allowing the young man to feel her up. She also knew that she would have to keep him quiet no matter what.
